Not a month had passed since Naraku's defeat, when Sango began noticing the changes. Small little things at first. Miroku would follow after Kagome when a fight with Inuyasha left her in tears. His calm demeanor and flawless advice comforting the girl in a way she never could.

Recently Miroku had been assisting Keade in Kagome's spiritual training. More often then not, the two of them could be found in Kaede's garden. Kagome, pointing out various herbs and listing the remedies they are associated with. Miroku, occasionally interjecting, adding bits of wisdom for his own training. He never hesitated to help Kagome add to her lexicon whenever they encountered an herb with which she was unfamiliar. Huddled together, slightly closer then what might be socially appropriate. Both enthralled with nature and caught up in the beauty of knowledge.

Other times would find the two wondering about the village. With the death of Naraku, the group had no shortage of free time. It was in these moments however, that Sango would feel the fleeting ping of jealously. The idea of their potential conversations sparking her curiosity. After all, aside from relevant information no one really knew too much about any other group member. Sango thought back on all the exchanges she had shared with Miroku, and sadly realized that her knowledge about the young monk did not include much personal information. This brought her to an even more shocking truth.

She was going to lose him. Surprisingly this thought was not as heart breaking as she thought it should be. Often times she would watch him from across the cooking fire as he prepared tea and wonder if it was ever real. Had she ever really thought about what would happen once the jewel was completed? Were all their plans merely stories they would tell one another to mask the very real fear that they might not succeed? Or were all those plans made just to make us feel alive? As though there were something more then hardship and battles in our future.

With a sigh she threw her gaze across the field to an over animated Kitsun. Either way none of that mattered now. The now she never really thought that she would have. Sango glanced up into the tree branches searching out the vivid red indicating the lounging half demon. He was tense. Even without a sworn enemy, he longed for the action of battle. The surge of power that erupts from his core. He is not suited to common life. He will never be happily "settled down".

Sango understood the feeling. She herself was longing to charge down a demon and feel her own power spring forth. And then, her mouth began to move on its own.

"You know Inuyasha, our skills are suffering the longer we just sit around."

Silence

"Whether through battle or practice, I have always worked to keep the tradition of my village. I may be the only one left, but the country-side still needs demon slayers."

This at least received an interested grunt.

"So I was thinking that in times like now, we could spare, and when we are needed the two of us could travel out, eradicate various problem demons, and return."

A very pregnant silence hung in the air this time. Sango could hear him shifting about and weighing his options.

"What about the others?"

"If they wanted they could joined us", Sango paused for a moment collecting her thoughts, "But Kagome has her training, and Miroku, although skilled, really seems to enjoy peace more then battle. Especially more so now that the wind tunnel is gone and he is no longer fighting to live."

"We'll still ask 'em. They say yeah, we set out as before. They say no." another pause, "They say no, and we'll use this as base, just as we always have."

"Yeah."

Sango started as she glanced to her right, nearly jumping out of her skin. Half demon or no, it was eerie how stealthy Inuyasha could move sometimes. Startling a demon slayer was no easy task.

"So, when do you wanna ask 'em?", Inuyasha prodded. Evidentially more excited about the prospect then he was planning on letting on.

"I'll speak with Miroku tonight after dinner. I have some other things to discuss with him as well." Nerves began to take over, and she found her hands were sweating.

"Okay then, I'll speak with Kagome about it."

"Okay then." Sango stood and slowly made her way back towards Keade's. Her Mind repeatedly sounding out different ways to ask someone 'So do you still think we should get married?' After all, Miroku hadn't mentioned it once since Naraku's death.

Sorry it took so long. I couldn't figure out whose point of veiw this piece was coming from. Please review, it makes me happier than warm cookies!