"The Inuyasha I loved!"
Chapter 7
Side story: "Everything'll Be Alright."
AN: HEY GUYZ!! Ok, I was writing the next chappy of this fic, and I thought "WAIT A SEC! what about the guyz on da other side of the well? What the hell r they thinking?" lol so this chappy is a side story on the other side of the well, I might have one or two more between another chappy. ENJOY M/S FANS!!!! ^___^
Disclaimer: I own not a thing...
Idea stealer?: YOU go spend hours in front of MS Word and have someone steal it. Then we'll talk.
~*~
Sango silently walked back into the hut, staring at the ground. She sighed and sat down next to Miroku, who was cooking over the fire. "No luck I'm guessing?" Sango nodded. Miroku continued to stir the pot of soup.
"They've been gone for almost a week." Sango whispered. "What happened to them? And why can't we go to Kagome's time? It doesn't make sense." Miroku nodded. "No, it doesn't. Soup?" Sango sniffed and accepted the bowl in his hand. *That's the first time she's spoken in two days.* Miroku thought. *She misses them so much. And I can't do a thing about it.* That thought saddened him. Sure, he missed Kagome and Inuyasha too, but Sango was absolutely miserable. He promised himself he wouldn't touch her until she was better; no sense in getting her more upset. But still. He wished he could hold her and tell her they'd come back, without being called a lecher or a hentai. For her to be able to trust him enough to let him wrap his arms around her, confident that he wouldn't feel her up. That's what he wanted.
Miroku sighed, took a bowl of soup for himself, and leaned against the wall to eat it, giving Sango a better target to gab her chopsticks into his arm. "KYAA!" he yelped, shaking his arm out. "That hurt!"
"I asked you a question!" Sango yelled. Miroku's face instantly softened. He looked at the fire. "Gomen. I didn't hear you."
"You didn't?" Miroku shook his head. "Sumanu."
"Aa." Miroku waved it away and asked, "What is it?"
"Do you think anything happened to Kagome and Inuyasha?" Sango asked quietly. Miroku looked at her. "No, I don't. Maybe we're just trying too hard. Maybe we can't travel in the well without Kagome or Inuyasha with us. That's all. They'll be back. I promise." He didn't look away until she nodded. He dropped his chopsticks in his bowl and set his hand on the floor. *Why's the floor so. . . soft?* Miroku and Sango looked between them at the same time and pulled their hands away in embarrassment, blushing furiously. "Sorry. . . " Miroku apologized, his voice shaking. Sango nodded slowly, surprised he was apologizing for something like that. This was the same Peeping Tom who would look in at her when she took a bath, not caring whatsoever how angry it made her? It totally baffled Sango, and would've baffled everyone else just the same, if Kagome and Inuyasha weren't away, and Shippou and Kirara weren't asleep. *He HAS been extra nice to me lately.* Sango thought. *Maybe he'll listen.*
"Miroku?"
"Hm?"
Sango pulled her legs in to her chest, resting her head on her knees. "I'm really worried. What if something DID happen?" she whispered.
"Nothing happened, I promise you. Maybe they just wanted time alone." Miroku looked deeply into Sango's eyes. "I really think you're worrying yourself over nothing."
"It's not nothing." She retorted. "These are our friends we're talking about! Aren't you the least bit scared?!"
"Of course I am. I'm not heartless. But Inuyasha and Kagome are very capable of taking care of themselves. You know it just as well as I do."
"Yes but. . ." Miroku stood up, silencing her. He held his hand out to her and gave her a smile. His warm eyes made Sango melt. "Please Sango. Don't do this. Your concern isn't needed. Why don't we turn in for the night?" Sango turned her head. "Hentai."
Miroku frowned. "I know what you think of me Sango, but honestly. Do you really think I would do anything when you're this upset?"
"I do." She replied tightly.
"I merely offered to sit with you until you fall asleep. I only meant it to be a gesture between friends."
"I'm sure you did." She replied both sarcastically and coldly. *Why do I bother?* Miroku asked himself.
"Well? Would you like me to stay up with you, or are you going to sleep?" Miroku questioned, insulted. He wasn't that cold! What did she think he was, anyway?! Way more than a hentai, that's for sure. . . But Miroku's thoughts faded away when he saw the tears come to Sango's eyes. *Why's she crying?* he thought.
"Do you really think I can sleep at a time like this?" She whispered. Her tears had taken over her voice, making it shaky and quiet. Miroku sighed and plopped back down next to her. "Not exactly. But I think it'll help if you try."
"I've been trying since they left without a trace. Has it done me any good?!" Miroku turned his head and rested his eyes on Shippou and Kirara, sleeping soundly in the corner. They were easier to look at than Sango, who was definitely about to cry.
"What'm I doing wrong Sango? What?" he whispered. Sango forgot every thought left in her head and stared at Miroku. "W-wrong? Y-y-y-you?" she stuttered. "W-what do you m-m-mean by that?"
"Well. . ." Miroku pondered, wringing his hands for a distraction. "Nothing I do ever seems to do anything to help you. So tell me what I can do to get you over this." Miroku sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. Sango was petrified. She couldn't move. She couldn't look away. MIROKU was asking her how he could cheer her up. MIROKU! And he was tearing! *I never realized how much pain this was causing him. If I did. . .* Her thought was interrupted by a transmission from her conscious mind. Miroku was up and walking towards his room. "Forget I said anything. I'm just tired." Sango ignored that statement and replied to his earlier question. "I'll tell you exactly what you can do." She whispered.
Miroku stopped dead in his tracks and waited for her to finish. He still didn't move when he heard her footsteps approaching him. The air caught in his throat when he felt her warm, quivering body pressed against his back. He spun around and leaned against the wall. The tears that were already on his face turned hot from his deep blush. Nonetheless, Sango crept closer, her heart pounding, her emotions begging for air. Miroku counted 5 of his own heartbeats before Sango's arms were around his neck, her tears being shed into his shoulder. His body stiffened up, and he stopped breathing all together. "Sango. . ." It was all he could say. This was the first time a woman ever held him like this.
"Don't leave me Miroku. Don't. You're all I have left." Sango sobbed. Miroku KNEW his mind was playing tricks on him now. Wasn't this the exact moment he'd been dreaming of just a few minutes before? Deja vous. But still. It seemed like when she said those words, the hole within his heart was filled. Now all he had to do was remember how to breathe.
"Miroku?" She whispered, fear in her voice. "You won't leave me, will you?" Her eyes were completely glassed over, asking him questions, pleading him. And for the first time it seemed, he could speak their language. His heart stopped when she closed her eyes tight and her shoulders began to quiver again. Just as she started to cry, Miroku pulled her closer and held her in his arms. A slight smile lit his face. "It's ok Sango." He whispered. "Everything'll be alright."
~*~ HOPE YA LIKE!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Next chappy coming really soon, but just in case the last one left you in suspense:
The next chappy is the first time Kagxinu see Doria since the accident. I'm not telling you any more ~_^
Chapter 7
Side story: "Everything'll Be Alright."
AN: HEY GUYZ!! Ok, I was writing the next chappy of this fic, and I thought "WAIT A SEC! what about the guyz on da other side of the well? What the hell r they thinking?" lol so this chappy is a side story on the other side of the well, I might have one or two more between another chappy. ENJOY M/S FANS!!!! ^___^
Disclaimer: I own not a thing...
Idea stealer?: YOU go spend hours in front of MS Word and have someone steal it. Then we'll talk.
~*~
Sango silently walked back into the hut, staring at the ground. She sighed and sat down next to Miroku, who was cooking over the fire. "No luck I'm guessing?" Sango nodded. Miroku continued to stir the pot of soup.
"They've been gone for almost a week." Sango whispered. "What happened to them? And why can't we go to Kagome's time? It doesn't make sense." Miroku nodded. "No, it doesn't. Soup?" Sango sniffed and accepted the bowl in his hand. *That's the first time she's spoken in two days.* Miroku thought. *She misses them so much. And I can't do a thing about it.* That thought saddened him. Sure, he missed Kagome and Inuyasha too, but Sango was absolutely miserable. He promised himself he wouldn't touch her until she was better; no sense in getting her more upset. But still. He wished he could hold her and tell her they'd come back, without being called a lecher or a hentai. For her to be able to trust him enough to let him wrap his arms around her, confident that he wouldn't feel her up. That's what he wanted.
Miroku sighed, took a bowl of soup for himself, and leaned against the wall to eat it, giving Sango a better target to gab her chopsticks into his arm. "KYAA!" he yelped, shaking his arm out. "That hurt!"
"I asked you a question!" Sango yelled. Miroku's face instantly softened. He looked at the fire. "Gomen. I didn't hear you."
"You didn't?" Miroku shook his head. "Sumanu."
"Aa." Miroku waved it away and asked, "What is it?"
"Do you think anything happened to Kagome and Inuyasha?" Sango asked quietly. Miroku looked at her. "No, I don't. Maybe we're just trying too hard. Maybe we can't travel in the well without Kagome or Inuyasha with us. That's all. They'll be back. I promise." He didn't look away until she nodded. He dropped his chopsticks in his bowl and set his hand on the floor. *Why's the floor so. . . soft?* Miroku and Sango looked between them at the same time and pulled their hands away in embarrassment, blushing furiously. "Sorry. . . " Miroku apologized, his voice shaking. Sango nodded slowly, surprised he was apologizing for something like that. This was the same Peeping Tom who would look in at her when she took a bath, not caring whatsoever how angry it made her? It totally baffled Sango, and would've baffled everyone else just the same, if Kagome and Inuyasha weren't away, and Shippou and Kirara weren't asleep. *He HAS been extra nice to me lately.* Sango thought. *Maybe he'll listen.*
"Miroku?"
"Hm?"
Sango pulled her legs in to her chest, resting her head on her knees. "I'm really worried. What if something DID happen?" she whispered.
"Nothing happened, I promise you. Maybe they just wanted time alone." Miroku looked deeply into Sango's eyes. "I really think you're worrying yourself over nothing."
"It's not nothing." She retorted. "These are our friends we're talking about! Aren't you the least bit scared?!"
"Of course I am. I'm not heartless. But Inuyasha and Kagome are very capable of taking care of themselves. You know it just as well as I do."
"Yes but. . ." Miroku stood up, silencing her. He held his hand out to her and gave her a smile. His warm eyes made Sango melt. "Please Sango. Don't do this. Your concern isn't needed. Why don't we turn in for the night?" Sango turned her head. "Hentai."
Miroku frowned. "I know what you think of me Sango, but honestly. Do you really think I would do anything when you're this upset?"
"I do." She replied tightly.
"I merely offered to sit with you until you fall asleep. I only meant it to be a gesture between friends."
"I'm sure you did." She replied both sarcastically and coldly. *Why do I bother?* Miroku asked himself.
"Well? Would you like me to stay up with you, or are you going to sleep?" Miroku questioned, insulted. He wasn't that cold! What did she think he was, anyway?! Way more than a hentai, that's for sure. . . But Miroku's thoughts faded away when he saw the tears come to Sango's eyes. *Why's she crying?* he thought.
"Do you really think I can sleep at a time like this?" She whispered. Her tears had taken over her voice, making it shaky and quiet. Miroku sighed and plopped back down next to her. "Not exactly. But I think it'll help if you try."
"I've been trying since they left without a trace. Has it done me any good?!" Miroku turned his head and rested his eyes on Shippou and Kirara, sleeping soundly in the corner. They were easier to look at than Sango, who was definitely about to cry.
"What'm I doing wrong Sango? What?" he whispered. Sango forgot every thought left in her head and stared at Miroku. "W-wrong? Y-y-y-you?" she stuttered. "W-what do you m-m-mean by that?"
"Well. . ." Miroku pondered, wringing his hands for a distraction. "Nothing I do ever seems to do anything to help you. So tell me what I can do to get you over this." Miroku sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. Sango was petrified. She couldn't move. She couldn't look away. MIROKU was asking her how he could cheer her up. MIROKU! And he was tearing! *I never realized how much pain this was causing him. If I did. . .* Her thought was interrupted by a transmission from her conscious mind. Miroku was up and walking towards his room. "Forget I said anything. I'm just tired." Sango ignored that statement and replied to his earlier question. "I'll tell you exactly what you can do." She whispered.
Miroku stopped dead in his tracks and waited for her to finish. He still didn't move when he heard her footsteps approaching him. The air caught in his throat when he felt her warm, quivering body pressed against his back. He spun around and leaned against the wall. The tears that were already on his face turned hot from his deep blush. Nonetheless, Sango crept closer, her heart pounding, her emotions begging for air. Miroku counted 5 of his own heartbeats before Sango's arms were around his neck, her tears being shed into his shoulder. His body stiffened up, and he stopped breathing all together. "Sango. . ." It was all he could say. This was the first time a woman ever held him like this.
"Don't leave me Miroku. Don't. You're all I have left." Sango sobbed. Miroku KNEW his mind was playing tricks on him now. Wasn't this the exact moment he'd been dreaming of just a few minutes before? Deja vous. But still. It seemed like when she said those words, the hole within his heart was filled. Now all he had to do was remember how to breathe.
"Miroku?" She whispered, fear in her voice. "You won't leave me, will you?" Her eyes were completely glassed over, asking him questions, pleading him. And for the first time it seemed, he could speak their language. His heart stopped when she closed her eyes tight and her shoulders began to quiver again. Just as she started to cry, Miroku pulled her closer and held her in his arms. A slight smile lit his face. "It's ok Sango." He whispered. "Everything'll be alright."
~*~ HOPE YA LIKE!! PLEASE REVIEW!!! Next chappy coming really soon, but just in case the last one left you in suspense:
The next chappy is the first time Kagxinu see Doria since the accident. I'm not telling you any more ~_^
