Another Chance for the Only Sango

By Industrialmonk

Fan fiction: Inuyasha Sango/Miroku

Genre: General/Romance

I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters. Purely fan-made.

Author's Note:

I'm back! And I have brought steamy goodness for Miroku and Sango as a reward for my patient readers (and to progress the story of course!) Anyways, I hope you like it, and feel free to comment!

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Chapter Nine: Feelings Ablaze

Miroku gazed at her rapidly darkening figure slouched in the corner, shoulders slumped in defeat, her head gently resting on her knees. He wasn't quite sure what to do, and hadn't been for the past half hour. Sure he could go over there and try to comfort the obvious sorrowful slayer, but on the other hand, his words would lead to nothing but rejection. He sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"Sango…what do you want me to do?!"

As if on cue, Sango shivered a chill running down her spine, reaching her toes and back up to the nape of her neck. Miroku couldn't sit still any longer. As if possessed, he rose, reaching Sango's side and gently shaking her for attention.

"Sango…Sango…"

Without even looking up, she shook off his helpful hand, hiding her scowl and distaste that Miroku no doubt felt anyways.

"Sango, please. Talk to me."

He waited. Impatiently of course, but he waited none the less. When he received no sign of recognition, he too shared the demon slayer's scowl. With a quick and frustrated movement, the monk wrapped his arms around the small woman's waist, and hoisted her up into his lap. She let out a yelp as her mouth fell open in a surprised 'o'.

"M…Miroku! Unhand me!" She thrashed about, trying to free herself from the arm lock the monk was straining to maintain.

"Sango…Sango listen! Listen to me!" Needless to say, the demon slayer didn't, and continued to struggle, pushing away from him and squirming in a way that made Miroku slightly uncomfortable. Thinking quickly, the monk tightened his grasp with one arm, freeing the other so he could comfortably grasp Sango's chin.

That's when thought left him.

He didn't know what came over him...actually he did. It was her fierce eyes, the passion that took over her entire demeanor and utterly captivated him. His lips captured hers, possessive and demanding. He felt her squirm above him more, but this time it seemed her struggling was coming to a slow end. Miroku, aware as ever, took advantage of that fact. His arm loosened itself until it comfortably rested on her lap. Things slowed…his lips softening until they became slow soft kisses. In a bold move, the monk gently licked her bottom lip before breaking the kiss and leaning back to view her most likely reddened face.

What he saw was not what he expected.

True her face was reddened with a dark blush, but her eyes no longer held the fierce determination moments before. Instead they held tears, threatening to pool over and run down her cheeks. Miroku let out a silent gasp.

"Why….why are you doing this Miroku?" Sango sniffed as she pushed herself off of him, returning to her dark corner. She rubbed her eyes hastily in an already failed attempt to hide the tears from the startled monk. "Why do you have to confuse me?"

Realization flashed across Miroku's face. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his head and sat next to the woman, resting his head on the wall in thought. After Sango's sniffles and sobs had subsided and calmed, the monk spoke.

"I never meant to…" Without turning his head he eyed her unmoving figure. He took a gulp and went for it. "Sango, I cannot deny that I do have feelings for you…." She raised her head. "But….A life with me…" She watched him as he raised his hand, starting intently at his palm in an effort to convey his message.

"Miroku-"

"I think you should stay with Kuranosuke." He closed his fist and his eyes, awaiting her response. It was silent, an awkward silence that seemed to stiffen the air. Laughter erupted from Sango's throat. Miroku jerked in surprise and watched her in awe. Her body shook as she covered her mouth to hide her subsiding giggles. He shifted, her amused image becoming strangely attractive.

"Sango…I don't understand…"

She waved him off as she tried to regain her breath. After a few gasps she continued. "You thought I was going to marry Kuranosuke?!" She stifled a giggle.

"But…" Miroku tried to find his words. "I seen you two…and…he wanted to…"

Sango put a hand on his lips, silencing him. "Miroku…I am not going to marry Kuranosuke…I made a promise to you." She gave him a sly look. "Or did you forget?" A grin spread across the monk's covered mouth. Slowly she peeled her hand away and leaned close. "Haven't you thought about my feelings?" Miroku gulped, his eyes lingering on her lips that seemed uncomfortably close to his own. He nodded once, then shook his head to clear his mind.

"But Sango…what of your future…If you are with me, I cannot guarantee- Offt!" Wrapping her arms around his neck she threw herself into him, causing the poor monk to slide off the wall and land on the ground with a 'thump.' She didn't let him finish his sentence as her mouth claimed his. Frozen, Miroku laid there as her mouth clumsily worked on his own. Softly, he wrapped his arms around her back and chuckled into her mouth. She was obviously inexperienced. Sango growled into his mouth and nipped his bottom lip playfully…Her punishment only succeeded in humoring him more. With a quick twist, he turned Sango onto her back, his body pressing above hers. Miroku abruptly broke the kiss as he leaned over to her ear.

"I'll show you how it's done…" His breath tickled her ear, causing shivers to erupt. He chuckled at her response and went to her lips once more, nipping and licking with gained experience. They were so engrossed within one another, that neither of them heard the sound of the heavy board-lock being lifted.

Or the door being opened.

The shocked gasp was what broken them apart. Scrambling apart Sango lifted her head for the first time to eye their intruder.

What she met was sadness…twisting into full head on fury in the eyes of the lord himself.

Kuranosuke.

Tightening his fists he glared at the monk. "Miroku…"