Maybe Someday: A Miroku x Sango Love Story
*Disclaimer: * I don't own Inuyasha, but I sure as anything wish I owned Miroku…
A/N: I did three things: 1) watch the first IY movie, and it was good. 2) I read manga chapter 292. And 3) I saw episode 72. I don't know whether to be happy or sad…it's good to know that Miroku and Sango finally get together but it kinda takes the fun outta writing fanfictions for them. J or L ? Can you BELIEVE STUPID ******* ********* ADULT SWIM??? They're only playing up to episode 38. EPISODE 38! What the hell? What about the rest of Inuyasha? Does anyone know where I can download or get IY eps short of Kazaa?
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"Houshi-sama?" Sango ventured, once more on the path. He turned to her and nodded briefly to show that he was listening. "Is everything okay? Is anything wrong?"
Miroku smiled cheerfully and replied, "No, not at all. Everything is going perfectly." He scowled at his hand.
"Houshi-sama," Sango said a little quieter, suddenly finding Kirara's two tails immensely interesting, "if anything's wrong…you should tell me."
"I know," Miroku said softly. "But what would make you think that anything is wrong?"
Sango shrugged. "Last night, I heard you cursing loudly for apparently no reason at all, and so I wondered…" she shrugged again.
"Oh. That," Miroku said a tad sheepishly. "I was discouraged and angry and I had to vent my rage somehow."
"Taking lessons from Inuyasha now, are we?" Sango said sarcastically.
Miroku laughed lightly and shook his head. "Don't tell me you haven't borrowed some things from Lady Kagome," he answered. Sango flushed slightly, remembering how she had embraced the monk and also how that was distinctly reminiscent of something Kagome would do.
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Sango sighed happily as she looked around at her surroundings. They were on a small, green hill, with bright green grass and flowers liberally interspersed all over the slope. Sango was sitting upright with one leg bent under her and the other bent up propping up her arms. In one hand she held a small flower she had saved from being crushed.
"Ahhh," Miroku said, as he stretched out on his back next to her. He folded his hands behind his head and opened his eyes, looking up at the cornflower-blue sky and watching the fluffy clouds take shape above him. "Lady Sango, let us take a long break and rest here for the day and the night," he said lazily, though on impulse. "There are some hot springs nearby. And a demon attack is not probable."
Sango, though pleased at the prospect, looked at him in surprise. "But, Houshi-sama," she said, "how much time do we have left to reach the lake?"
Miroku closed his eyes and turned his head so that when he opened his eyes he was looking at Sango. "We have enough time," he said, smiling. "No hurry."
"I'm just worried about you," she muttered. "I don't want time…to run out before you can take a sip from the lake."
"Sango." Miroku's hand snaked up and caught the hand with the flower in it. She inhaled sharply and then looked at him with slightly trembling lips. Miroku gave an unexpected yank on her wrist and brought her tumbling down next to him. He took the flower from her hand and tucked it behind the ear that was exposed to the air. "No worries." Lightly kissing the taijiya's hand that was still in his, he released all hold on Sango and rolled over on his back, advising Sango to do the same.
Sango too relaxed, her eyes staring into the bright blue sky, Kirara comfortably curled up on the side that wasn't near Miroku. To all appearances, the monk was deep asleep and as Sango looked up, she decided that to sleep might not be such a bad idea after all….
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Sango started awake when a slight but chill breeze ruffled her air and cooled her skin. Opening her eyes, she noticed that the sun was going down, the sunset almost over. Only a few gold and pink and violet streaks remained stretched across the rapidly-darkening sky.
"Where's Houshi-sama?" Sango asked of her cat a moment later, noticing that the monk was no longer next to her. Kirara opened one sleepy cat-eye and mewed once, yawned and promptly fell back asleep. Much as she loved Kirara, Sango thought that it was at times like this when having real human company was a good thing.
Sango got to her feet and stretched, limbering muscles that might be used in battle. Once fully stretched she scooped up the unwilling Kirara and went to search for Miroku. As far as she knew, there wasn't any town or village nearby that he could have gone to- so he must be lurking around somewhere closeby. Sango glanced at the dark sky with concern. Miroku was a capable person- but it wouldn't help to have a demon exterminator on hand especially when it was night. Just in case.
After a quarter-hour or so of searching, Sango stumbled into a copse of trees, from whose center steam was emanting. Sango realized after a confused moment that this was where the hot springs were. She glanced around and called out to make sure that no one was nearby, then made her decision.
"Houshi-sama's a skilled person," she told her cat. "He can take care of himself for a half-hour or so." Setting Kirara down Sango undid her clothing and delicately waded into the hot springs.
"Mmmm," she murmured as she closed her eyes in pleasure. She went in a little deeper until she found a small rock ledge she could sit on. Just as she was about to lower herself onto the shelf though, she hit something soft, fleshy, and a little hairy…
It surfaced, leaping full out of the water and sucking in a huge breath, and as the steam cleared, Sango saw what she had hit.
It was Miroku.
He was completely undressed, the water coming up just barely to his hips. Thin tendrils of steam rose from his body also. The monk's hair was let down, plastered to his head, dripping water. His chest, Sango noticed, was remarkably well-toned. It was not the first time she had noticed it, but it was the first time she had seen it in person.
The site of such a different- and better- Miroku than what she normally saw made her heart race and her breathing quicken. It was a moment before she remebered that she was naked in a pool with a similarly unclothed hentai monk who had no qualms about groping women. Although she was covered by water and steam, Sango instinctively crouched lower in the water.
Miroku, for his part, didn't open his eyes or see Sango for a while. He had been cleansing himself when he decided to wash his hair also, and had therefore submerged himself underwater. It was then that something had bumped against his head, something he couldn't see since his eyes were closed. In a moment of needing breath, Miroku had launched himself out of the water, his eyes still tightly shut, the sudden coldness of the air sending shivers up and down his skin.
So it was a shock to him when he opened his eyes to find himself in the close sight of Sango, undressed, although the only part of her Miroku could see was her beet-red face. With a start, he realized that most of his body could be freely seen and he quickly sank back under the water.
However, he couldn't hold his breath forever, and when he did resurface for breath, he realized Sango was still there. She knew she couldn't dry and get dressed in the little time that Miroku would be underwater.
"Uh, Houshi-sama?" Sango said. "Could you turn around so I could get dressed?"
Miroku swam across from her so that he was facing her on an opposite end of the rock ledge. True, the distance wasn't great, but it was far enough that Miroku couldn't reach her. "No need, Sango," Miroku said easily. "Relax. Soak for a little while." He smiled. "I'm far away, I won't touch you."
"No, I think I'm clean enough now," Sango protested. She tried to keep her eyes focused anywhere except Miroku's exposed torso. Miroku looked like he wanted to protest further, but shut his mouth and obediently closed his eyes and ducked underwater. Quickly, Sango gathered her clothes and ran to a more secluded part of the bunch of trees to get dressed.
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"Augggghhh!" Sango screamed loudly a few minutes later, just outside the hot springs. Miroku, not thinking twice, grabbed his staff and leapt out of the water, running in the direction of Sango's scream.
He found Sango with Hiraikotsu as she prepared to take out the demon. It's outer appendages were already severed from its body but the monster wasn't dead yet. Miroku was about to join the fight before Sango decapitated the monster and it seemed that she had won.
However, just behind her, another demon- presumably the first's mate- raised a poisonous claw and ripped all tendons in Sango's right arm. She bit back a scream of agony but there was nothing she could do with her arm useless and poison spreading through her body.
The demon raised its hand again and Sango prepared for what she was sure would be her last fight, flipping out the shinobi blades she had strapped onto her one good arm.
The demon descended.
Sango was pushed out of the way by a pale blur with a golden staff. She saw Miroku take the blow that was meant for her and then stick his staff into the demon's eye, the trick that had worked so well so many times before. The demon, who was weak to begin with, went down, and Miroku hit it a few more times just to be safe.
Sango saw all this through hazy eyes. After the battle was over, Miroku rushed to Sango's side and held her head in his hands. "Sango? Sango! Are you all right?"
"Houshi…-sama," Sango managed out with the last of her strength. Miroku leaned closer to her to hear her words. "Please…put your robes back on."
And then Sango passed out.
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Well, this was yet another fluffy-Miroku-was-OOC-chapter from me. *sigh* I promise I'm getting to the point soon… I just went to an excellent, top-notch MiroSan shrine, address http://www.anzwers.org/free/mirokusango/ I suggest you check out the fanart- there is one veeerrrrrrrry excellent picture of Miroku in a hot springs…