For The Love Of A Sinner
[Chapter Two : Getting To Know You]
I was awake. My body was trained to hear the tiniest of noises even when I am asleep. Maybe it is because I never truly sleep. I rinsed my face before stepping out of the front door. The sun glared at my direction. "Good morning Sango." Miroku said brightly, flashing me a boyish grin. So different from the man I saw last night. I stared into his face. A little tint of black underneath his eyes was enough to tell me he didn't sleep much.
"Miroku." I replied in a monotone voice. Pushing him aside, I went toward the railing of the ship. How long before this mission is over? How long before I am alone again? How much time does this man have to live?
"Not much of a talker?" Miroku walked over to my side. I merely glace up at him before staring into the oceans of water again. Then, I felt it. His hand ... was ... touching ... me. How dare he? In a quick movement, I jerked his hand away from behind me and grabbed a knife for my ankle aiming it at his neck. "Now Sango," he smiled and raised both of his hands up in surrender, "I just wanted to bring some emotion into you, that's all." I narrowed my eyes. Emotions? Puppets don't have emotions, and I am Naraku's puppet. Then, what was that strong urge I just felt? Anger. I released my knife from Miroku's neck. I can hear him release a long breath.
"Never touch me again." I said and walked back into my room.
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'What did I get myself into?' Miroku thought to himself. He stared at the direction of her door. Sango. Even her name sounds mysterious and cold. Miroku was used to being around noble ladies. Ladies who find him attractive to say the least. He frowned to himself. There is definitely something wrong this woman. If she is even a woman. How can any human be so unfeeling and cold? Looking over, he notices her plate of food. Great, now he had to face her again.
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That arrogant jerk! How dare he touch me? If I weren't on a mission, I would take the joy of breaking off every little finger on that leeching hand of his. Yes, I must remember to make his death a slow and painful one.
"Sango." A voice broke me from my thoughts.
I glared in the direction of the noise. "What do you want, Miroku?"
Miroku frowned. The way she said his name makes it sound as if he was a disease of some sort. What is it with this woman? "You forgot your food outside. I just thought that you wanted it." He said with more irritation than he had intended.
A wave of feeling settled in my stomach. He sound as if he was hurt. Not that I would care, but of course, this could be bad for Naraku's plans. I must be nicer if I wanted to befriend the man. "Thank you." I said quietly as he closed my door.
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I found him sitting on the railing of the ship looking into the water below us. "It isn't safe to sit up there, you know? You might get hurt."
Miroku gave me a reassuring smile. "I had survived more dangerous situations before." I smiled. It was not a playful smile, rather, it was more of a bitter sarcastic smile. "What are you thinking about?" He asked me.
"Shouldn't a person's thoughts belong to themselves?" I took a seat on the railing next to him.
"I thought you said that it was dangerous to sit here." He raise an eyebrow mockingly.
"It isn't dangerous if you don't mind falling." I said quietly before I met his eyes. "Tell me about yourself."
"What would you like to know?" Miroku said with a wink.
"Why do you hide behind a mask?" I asked with a blank expression.
Miroku was caught off guard, but he covered it with a smile. "What do you mean?"
"Just that you are not who you want to be. You try to portray confidences and happiness while you are just as worry and nervous as the rest of them." I pushed my hands against the railing and got off. I headed back into my room when I felt my hand pulled back by Miroku. He spins me around so that I was face to face with him.
"And you aren't as cold as you think you are." Miroku stated. His voice was quiet but still with confidences. "You may believe yourself to be emotionless, but I see into you. You are afraid of your own feelings."
I pulled my hand away. "You are wrong. I am incapable of feelings." Who does this man think he is? He know nothing about me.
"Really?" He leaned forward and kiss me lightly on the cheek.
My hand flew at the infected area. "You .." My other hand crash against his face leaving behind a burning red mark.
"You see, Sango, you are capable of feeling or you wouldn't have hit me so hard." Miroku smiled and rub his hand against his cheek. "I can't say I'm sorry that I just did that, but do know that I only did it to prove a point."
Maybe the pervert was right about something after all. I am not completely lost to feelings. Thanks to him, I can feel extreme anger again. I had gain back a bit of my old self.
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The room was quiet. Sitting with her was probably something I would never get used to. "So ..." Miroku's mind rambled for a topic to talk about. After receiving a glare, he shut his mouth again. Maybe he was losing his charms. No, it was definitely this woman ill personality. Quickly he got up to put his dirty dishes away. Not seeing the crack on the floor below, Miroku fell head first into the ground. After a few second of pain rushing across his body, he heard it. Softly at first until it lost control and got louder. Sango was actually laughing. It wasn't a magical or wondrous sound, but it was enough to make Miroku smiled.
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Author's Note :
This update took awhile because I'm so busy. I'm working on four different fanfics at one time, lol. ^-^ Remember to review because I want to know what you think of the story. Thanks for reading!
