-1Miroku was confused. Sango had been acting like Kagome lately. Hiding in the presence of demons and refusing to fight. Lately, she wouldn't even wear her demon slaying outfit. She had gone from huntress to chicken in only a few short weeks. It was pissing him off. This wasn't the Sango he fell in love with. He missed his self-defensive, strong vixen of a woman. This new, moody, wimpy girl was not the same person.

Sango looked back at him from the front of Kirara. "Something wrong Miroku? You're being really quiet."

"No," Miroku said coldly. He glared at her. What was she keeping from him? Then again, he had cheated on her with another woman, of whom he didn't even remember. He sighed. Maybe she knew, and she was acting different to send a message…? Women sure were confusing. He could never quite understand the ways they handled situations, like this for example. Especially when he would confront her about the matter, she'd pretend she had no idea of what he was talking about, and act like he had broken her heart. Then get all dramatic on him. That was their weird way of dealing with this shit.

"Ok whatever you say," Sango responded in a preppy tone. She was in a surprisingly happy mood today, and nothing was going to ruin it. She smiled at the scenery before her, a beautiful lake surrounded by a field of flowers, bursting with color. It was kind of hard to look at, for there were thousands of multi-colored buds sprouting up next to each other. All the same, it made Sango extremely happy.

InuYasha crinkled his nose in disgust. Nasty. The scents of pollen and different fragrances overwhelmed his sensitive nose. Reminded him of those God awful cherry trees, like the ones at that lord's place where he had found out about Sango's pregnancy. On his way down the hall to tell Miroku, he had run into Kagome, who had practically demanded that he kept it a secret because of some stupid reasons he couldn't even remember.

Sango turned to Kagome, and flashed her perfect white teeth in a ecstatic smile.

"Let's camp here!"

Kagome smiled back. Fake. Pregnant people sure were weird. "Sure."

InuYasha groaned and landed. He hated obliging to Sango's every whim. It was so annoying. Kagome said they had to do it so they wouldn't send her onto a hormonal rage, but he thought it was stupid. He could handle some hormones. He was sure of it.

Sango hoped off Kirara and planted her feet onto the steady ground. She ran through the field giddily, feeling really light. Like she was high.

Miroku watched her in amusement. She sure had been acting strange. He smiled. O well. At least she was happy. He walked over to her and stood next to her as she squatted down to pick flowers.

"Jeez. She's completely lost it," InuYasha stated, sitting in a patch of petunia's. He sneezed.

Kagome sat next to him. "That's just what happens I guess."

"Let's go swimming," Miroku suggested, staring at the lake. "The water is very clean, I can tell by looking at it. And it's quite warm out."

Everyone froze up, waiting for someone else to make an excuse. All of a sudden, they all responded at once;

"I have a stomach ache," Kagome said.

"I uh, have a bad contagious rash," InuYasha blurted.

"I'm…I'm on my period!" Sango lied. Kagome and InuYasha looked at her with accusing glares, which she threw back at them. Like they had any better lies.

Miroku blinked. "O…k…" That was sure strange. He wasn't expecting such a dramatic reaction from one statement. He pondered their responses for a moment, then came to a solid conclusion. There was no doubt in his mind they were all hiding something from him. But what? It obviously had something to do with their bodies if they refused to swim. And that would also explain Sango not wearing her demon slayer outfit…. Wait. She didn't think she was fat did she? He hoped not…. But they seemed like they were all keeping the same secret, and he was positive that InuYasha wouldn't be subconscious about his weight…this was truly perplexing.

Sango yawned and stretched her arms lazily above her head. She was getting sick of loosening her kimono every week. She was actually getting worried. Was she eating the proper foods? Giving it the proper nutrition? She felt like a horrible mother, living off potato chips, ramen and rice. It needed better food than that surely. Sango bit her bottom lip nervously. Would that cause her to miscarry? She didn't know anything about babies and they're needs. Kagome had been reading a lot of books and giving her certain "vitamins" so maybe that was helping…

"Are you tired, Sango?" Miroku asked, kneeling down next to her.

Sango sighed, "Yeah a little…"

"You should rest then," he responded with a smile.

Sango followed his advice, thinking about the baby. She lied down in the middle of some daisies, and closed her eyes. After a few minutes, Miroku was positive she was asleep. He reached down and touched her shoulders gently, looking for whatever she may have been hiding. He moved his hands down to her fore arms. Sango rolled over, lying on her back. Her chest protruded upward, near Miroku's face. He was easily distracted from his search. He went to grope her breasts, a lecherous smile on his face.

"Don't even think about it," Kagome said calmly, glaring at him over the top of one of her magazines. InuYasha had fallen asleep next to her, his limbs sprawled out around him. Drool dripped from his mouth and drizzled down his chin. He snored loudly. Lovely.

Miroku stopped dead in his tracks, and felt a cold sweat form on the back of his neck. He snapped his hands back, away from his sleeping goddess.

"What were you doing?"

"Uh…" Miroku responded. This was the perfect opportunity. "I was searching her for what she is hiding from me."

Kagome felt the color drain from her face. How did he know? "What are you talking about? She's not hiding anything from you. Trust me. She tells me everything."

"Well maybe you're in on it."

Kagome looked down at the glossy pages of her magazine, ignoring him.

"Kagome. Please tell me. It must be important if she feels that she can't tell me."

She felt the guilt rise in her gut. She felt so bad for the guy. Not telling him was driving her crazy! She shifted uncomfortably. "There's nothing to tell Miroku. You should trust her more."

"I do trust her. She obviously doesn't trust me to know her secret."

"Just drop it. You'll find out eventually," Kagome replied. Obviously he was going to find out when the thing was born. You can't really hide a screeching baby. People have tried unsuccessfully in the past. It just wasn't a good idea. So why was Sango even trying this? It was pretty ridiculous.

Miroku sighed, then leaned against the only tree in the vicinity. It was a large maple tree, sticky with sap and had rough bark. He gave up. This sucked. Why did Sango feel as though she had to hide things from him? Was he not trust worthy? Just when he thought they were establishing a better relationship too…. Miroku hid his eyes behind his bangs. It was better this way wasn't it? To cut all ties with her. She probably knew about him cheating on her, so she would probably never forgive him. He had to drop it. Move on. It's not like he had much time left anyway.

Miroku looked down at his right palm. There was no doubt in his mind that it would open soon. He clenched his fist tightly, in aggression and anger. The gold ring that wrapped around his middle finger dug into his skin, but he didn't care. He felt tears well in his eyes. He had messed things up with Sango, and he regretted it. What kind of person was he?! He should have been happy that she was out of his life! She could find someone else, someone who wouldn't leave her! But instead he wanted her back. He wanted to open his eyes and see her beautiful face every morning. He wanted to run his fingers through that silky brown hair everyday. To spend time with that gorgeous personality he had fallen in love with. He wanted to make love to her fantastic body, and whisper sweet words of love into her ear every night. To make and raise a family with the woman of his dreams.

A tear fell onto his wind tunnel beads, unnoticed by anyone.

Just like he was, unnoticed. Invisible. Nothing.

And all too soon, he literally would become that; nothing.