By: Tia-chan
Status: one-shot
What Happened?
Kagome lay peacefully in her sleeping bag, an exausted kitsune child curled up in her arms. Inu-Yasha sat sulkily in his tree, although everyone knew he was asleep. Miroku was propped up against a tree, head lolled to the side, resting against his staff in sleep-induced dreams. Sango was the only one who lay awake. Her wide, chocolate eyes stared into the skies empty sea, stars winking back at her.
She didn't know how or when she had decided that she was in love. She just suddenly knew. It was like someone discarded the thought, and it had landed in hers.
Love is a trivial thing, she told herself heatedly--but somehow she just couldn't get to sleep. Whoever had said love was a security blanket was definantly in the wrong zone, because it wasn't helping her get to sleep any faster. If even, if was prolonging her awake state.
She sat up from the reed mat she had lain upon for the last three nights. Never before had she problems getting to sleep the past two days. And then love butted in.
It had robbed her of reasonable thought and sleep, and she'd just about had enough of this "love". And yet she shuddered whenever she saw him, and thought "love" with a smile and a contemplative sigh. She hated it, and yet she really didn't mind it at times. How "those times" came to be she had no clue. But...as Kagome would've put it, whenever she saw him she got "warm fuzzies" inside.
She--carefully, so as not to disturb Kirara--stood and slipped into her sandals, grabbing her boomerang bone. The night was clear, but there was only a sliver of a moon, so she cautiously stole away through the forest. It was more of a walk to clear her head, and not a comfort walk.
How could it be a comfort walk when every one of her muscles was tense and ready to spring into battle at the last moment?
A hand touched her shoulder, lightly, as if it weren't there. She tensed even more, if possible, and spun around, fist thrown out to face the discusting demon behind her. Only it wasn't. It was Miroku. Her fist stopped at the tip of his nose, said monk going slightly crosseyed to observe the fist.
"It's only me, Sango!" he clarified, smiling in that rogueishly charming way of his. Sango blushed and shook her head, turning quickly so he couldn't see the blush.
"You can never be too careful!" she almost squeaked. But that wouldn't be Sango, so she didn't. She was strong. So everyone else didn't have to be.
"Yes, but there is a point where you are too careful, m'dear." she watched him from the corner of her eye, carefully, making sure he didn't try to pull anything.
"Maybe." he replied, almost reluctantly. She sat down in a patch of dry leaves, and soon Miroku followed suit. "Why did you follow me?" she questioned suddenly.
"I was on watch duty,"--a shrug--"I have to protect you, you know." he smiled, perhaps genuinely, perhaps not, and rested his staff on his shoulder. "Why are you out here walking at this time of night? It's very dangerous, as you should already know."
"I know." I stated. We were silent for a moment. "Have you ever been in love, Miroku?" the personal question caught him off-guard, and he scratched his head in contemplation.
"Yeah." he stated, smiling. "I think I was."
Silence.
Nothing more was needed to be said, really. The two just looked out into the sky, and Miroku's gloved hand closed over Sango's. She didn't try to stop him. Sometimes you just have to let things be, and see how they'll work out for you in the end. That was Sango's musing.
End