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Chapter 11:
Everyone except for Kagome was sitting by the fire eating dinner. Shippo and Kirara had returned, so the whole gang was brought back together again. Shippo was already asleep curled up in Kirara's fur. He had played hard over at Kaede's. "Well I guess I should check on her again." Sango said as she got up.
"No I'll go, I owe her."
"Nani? Owe her what Inuyasha?" Miroku smirked. Inuyasha rolled his golden eyes.
"Bouzu! You always take things the wrong way! I owe her because she always looks after me when I'm injured." He sighed as he went into the hut.
"I think we should sleep under the stars tonight," remarked Sango who had a slight blush. Miroku nodded his head. She got up to make her bed. 'I don't know why Kagome-chan never brought Houshi-sama a sleeping bag..I ask her sometime.' Sango's sleeping bag was big enough for two people and it unzipped in the middle making two beds. "Ano Houshi-sama?" He looked, "Do you want this?" She said pointing to the bed. Miroku was confused...*gulp*... 'She wants me to sleep next to her?'
"Ano..demo...Sango..HAI!"
"Okay." She quickly unzipped his bed from hers and handed it to him. "Here!" His face showed with disappointment as he realized what she was referring to. "What's wrong?"
"Ano.nothing." He crawled into his bed. She gazed at him with worried eyes, but they soon closed. Sango was exhausted. Unlike Sango, Miroku was wide awake. He got up quietly and went over to the hillside looking at the forest below. It was a clear beautiful night; the moon shown brightly and the stars twinkled. He looked back over the sleeping taijya. Her beauty far exceeded the night sky. The moon's rays cast a bluish shadow on one half of her face, while the orange glow of the fire illuminated the other. He was enthralled by her. Miroku quickly shook his head to break his gaze. 'What is wrong with me? Why am I so taken by her? Well, duh Miroku it's Sango we're talking about here. She's strong, brave, and almost delicate at the same time. What's not to like?' He smiled at his thoughts; but he knew all these thoughts were in vain. He sighed. 'I love her, but I don't know if she loves me back.' He slapped himself. 'Why me? I can't love her.it's not something I want to do to her. If we don't kill that bastard soon enough I'll die. Even if she loved me I cannot guarantee her that I'll live. I don't want to break her heart because of me. That's the last thing I want to do.' He was so deep in thought he didn't notice a certain person had woken up and was sitting next to him.
"Houshi-sama?" He jumped. She giggled, "Did I startle you?"
"Hai..shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I couldn't sleep even though I've been up for the past few nights. It's rather odd."
"Gomen Sango."
"For-" She asked with tic mark forming on her head. "You were apologizing ahead of time." His wandering hand had found it's favorite spot. His grasp become a little looser. 'Is he really wanting to be slapped?' Sango decided to play her own little game. She took his hand off her ass and placed it on her cheek instead. "This is where that hand of yours is welcome. Not here or here.." She said pointing to her chest and ass. His eyes shown with amazement. She was still holding his hand, then she took it and kissed it lightly. Sango got up and headed back to camp.
"No, mate!" She turned around.
"Nani?" She questioned.
"Oh..nothing." Sango sighed. 'Why doesn't he just say it? That I'm not the girl for him. All I am to him is just another female body to grope. Why must I love him? Heart why did you choose him? Oh that's right..It's Miroku..he's kind, gentle, and the most handsome Houshi I've ever seen.I mean those beautiful lavender eyes..Sango stop it!' She shook her head to clear her mind, but that didn't help. Her thoughts of him would never go away no matter how hard she tried.
"Well, I must be getting to bed." 'Or I'll be a little bitchy in the morning.' She went and crawled into her warm covers. He had gotten up as well and went to his bed. After he had closed his eyes; she stared at his sleeping face. It was so peaceful and almost child-like; you would have never known all the pain he had endured in his lifetime. She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and they closed reluctantly rendering her into a peaceful slumber.
Chapter 11:
Everyone except for Kagome was sitting by the fire eating dinner. Shippo and Kirara had returned, so the whole gang was brought back together again. Shippo was already asleep curled up in Kirara's fur. He had played hard over at Kaede's. "Well I guess I should check on her again." Sango said as she got up.
"No I'll go, I owe her."
"Nani? Owe her what Inuyasha?" Miroku smirked. Inuyasha rolled his golden eyes.
"Bouzu! You always take things the wrong way! I owe her because she always looks after me when I'm injured." He sighed as he went into the hut.
"I think we should sleep under the stars tonight," remarked Sango who had a slight blush. Miroku nodded his head. She got up to make her bed. 'I don't know why Kagome-chan never brought Houshi-sama a sleeping bag..I ask her sometime.' Sango's sleeping bag was big enough for two people and it unzipped in the middle making two beds. "Ano Houshi-sama?" He looked, "Do you want this?" She said pointing to the bed. Miroku was confused...*gulp*... 'She wants me to sleep next to her?'
"Ano..demo...Sango..HAI!"
"Okay." She quickly unzipped his bed from hers and handed it to him. "Here!" His face showed with disappointment as he realized what she was referring to. "What's wrong?"
"Ano.nothing." He crawled into his bed. She gazed at him with worried eyes, but they soon closed. Sango was exhausted. Unlike Sango, Miroku was wide awake. He got up quietly and went over to the hillside looking at the forest below. It was a clear beautiful night; the moon shown brightly and the stars twinkled. He looked back over the sleeping taijya. Her beauty far exceeded the night sky. The moon's rays cast a bluish shadow on one half of her face, while the orange glow of the fire illuminated the other. He was enthralled by her. Miroku quickly shook his head to break his gaze. 'What is wrong with me? Why am I so taken by her? Well, duh Miroku it's Sango we're talking about here. She's strong, brave, and almost delicate at the same time. What's not to like?' He smiled at his thoughts; but he knew all these thoughts were in vain. He sighed. 'I love her, but I don't know if she loves me back.' He slapped himself. 'Why me? I can't love her.it's not something I want to do to her. If we don't kill that bastard soon enough I'll die. Even if she loved me I cannot guarantee her that I'll live. I don't want to break her heart because of me. That's the last thing I want to do.' He was so deep in thought he didn't notice a certain person had woken up and was sitting next to him.
"Houshi-sama?" He jumped. She giggled, "Did I startle you?"
"Hai..shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I couldn't sleep even though I've been up for the past few nights. It's rather odd."
"Gomen Sango."
"For-" She asked with tic mark forming on her head. "You were apologizing ahead of time." His wandering hand had found it's favorite spot. His grasp become a little looser. 'Is he really wanting to be slapped?' Sango decided to play her own little game. She took his hand off her ass and placed it on her cheek instead. "This is where that hand of yours is welcome. Not here or here.." She said pointing to her chest and ass. His eyes shown with amazement. She was still holding his hand, then she took it and kissed it lightly. Sango got up and headed back to camp.
"No, mate!" She turned around.
"Nani?" She questioned.
"Oh..nothing." Sango sighed. 'Why doesn't he just say it? That I'm not the girl for him. All I am to him is just another female body to grope. Why must I love him? Heart why did you choose him? Oh that's right..It's Miroku..he's kind, gentle, and the most handsome Houshi I've ever seen.I mean those beautiful lavender eyes..Sango stop it!' She shook her head to clear her mind, but that didn't help. Her thoughts of him would never go away no matter how hard she tried.
"Well, I must be getting to bed." 'Or I'll be a little bitchy in the morning.' She went and crawled into her warm covers. He had gotten up as well and went to his bed. After he had closed his eyes; she stared at his sleeping face. It was so peaceful and almost child-like; you would have never known all the pain he had endured in his lifetime. She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and they closed reluctantly rendering her into a peaceful slumber.