Author's Note: Okay, I know that this chapter will do absolutely no good except give mad reviewers a reason to get me fried extra crispy, but it is necessary for something to happen later on. I promise that this will never happen again in this fic.if I can help it, and I will do my very best. I don't like repeating scenes over and over again just in different people's perspectives, but like I said, this chappie's necessary for the rest of the story to work. If you don' review, I will understand, but you won't get the rest of the fic until I get my ransom!

Anyways, *drum roll please* one of the nice people that reviewed correctly guessed Inu Yasha's wish! Congratulations!!! And the person is . . .

Pnut! Yay for her! So, as I promised, this chapter is dedicated to pnut.

If you want to know what the wish is earlier than your fellow reviewers (hint hint, review), go through the reviews and find hers. Otherwise, just wait and see, I'll tell you it sooner or later.

Oh, and nice try, Kitsune Hanyou, your guess was soooo close but not quite it.

Also, thanks to all my neofriends who were nice enough to leave a review instead of blocking me.

Review Responses:

Kouga: Don't worry, you'll be in it soon. What's the fun of an IY fic without the wolf boy in it?

Novalee(): I dunno, I think I messed up there. Again.

Violeteyes: I did run it through spellchecker. I just got annoyed halfway through because it didn't recognize any of the names even though I've already added them to the dictionary-thingy.

Special thanks to Lylli Riddle, Devilspet, Kouga, shadowspinner, and pnut for reviewing both amazingly short chapters of my fanfic. Oh, and Devilspet also read and reviewed my other fic that no one's been reading (hint hint), so thanks again! Also to novalee(), Kitsune Hanyou, LewsTherinInsanity, ayame-sama, shadowspinner, Sakura(), Rouge, Divine-Heart, Kouga, Sammy and slyslicra for reviewing one of the chapters. If I missed you, don't kill me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha. This is tiring. I hate disclaimers, and I've only written, like, 5 of them.

On with the fic.that's what you're here for, right?

-Whack! - Ouch! I'm going, I'm going. Stop whacking me!

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One Wish

Sango's POV (don't you all hate me? I promise this will never happen again.)

Miroku. How does he do this to me? He doesn't even have to say anything, just look at me, and I feel as flustered as those idiot girls from that swoon over hot guys and jump for joy when he acknowledges them. But this is different from those little crushes they have over cute guys; I think this is more. And looking at him now, dying, with nothing I can do for him, I know. I know that I love him, even though I will refuse to admit it. I love his raven black hair and those sparkling eyes. I love the fact that he always forgives. I love his corny sense of humor. I love him for who he is.

But now, he's dying. Miroku, the one man I finally learned to love, is dying. How like fate to be like that. To send him onward and leave me here. Alone, without my love. How ironic.

"Sango?" I jump a little. Shame on you, I scold myself. You should be enjoying your last few moments with him, you should be telling him how you feel, anything except staring into space mourning. He's not gone yet, but now he probably thinks you don't even care about him now, he's dying here and you're ignoring him.

"Yea?" I hurriedly answer him and force a smile.

"Sango, promise me you won't kill yourself out of grief. Promise me that you'll live for me-"

"Kill myself? Out of grief? For you?! You've got to be kidding. I'm not some emotional sissy that cries for days after seeing someone die; I move on. And I especially wouldn't cry over you, monk." Idiot! I scream at myself. That would've been a perfect chance to tell him how you feel. And as I stare at his grief-filled face, I am struck by a pang of guilt. Even if you didn't love him, but you do, you could've at least humored him in his last moments. My mental self keeps berating me, and what's worse, I can't shut it up because I know it's true.

"Lady Sango, I love you, even you won't ever return the feelings. I'll love you even from the deepest pits of Hell, and I want you to know that before I die. I'll always love you."

His kind words leave me speechless, but why should I be surprised? He is always kind to me, even if I'm could as ice to him. So of course, I comment on the least important aspect of his little confession to give myself time to recover.

"Hell? How could a monk go to Hell? You're supposed to be all religious and stuff. You're supposed to be all saintly and holy and-"

"My dear lady, do you think that God would even consider allowing a hair of me into Heaven with all the women I've groped?"

"But those were relatively harmless, you never did truly bad."

"You seemed to think differently when you were the one being groped."

I sputtered, then abruptly closed my mouth. I couldn't argue with that; it was a fact and I knew it.

"If God did let me into Heaven out of pure pity, He would probably just throw me out on the next day because all the angels have gone on strike and demanded that I be removed. I would probably scare them shitless, they're supposed to be so pure and simple.

Besides, if I go to Heaven, how will I see you? You seem so sure that you're going to Hell, lady Sango."

Once again, his speech his left me wordless. "You think rather deeply for such a leecher." He doesn't argue., so we sit in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company.

"Do you believe in reincarnations?" He asks suddenly.

"Like Kikyo?"

"No, like Lady Kagome."

"Well, yeah. I kinda have to with one in our midst."

"Then I believe we will be seeing each other again soon. Or at least or reincarnates will, and they can finish what we've started."

I don't argue and let him assume what is true.

"What if they don't feel the same way we do? Lady Kagome and Kikyo are so different."

"I believe that as long as the souls are the same, the love will still be there. Lady Kagome only posses some of Kikyo's soul. Besides, she loved Inu Yasha as much as the real Kikyo did, and maybe more."

"Miroku, if you had one wish, what would it be?"

"I? I would wish to be with you forever, of course." And I the same.

Suddenly, a beautiful, pure, pink light surrounded us. There were whirls of confusion. Faces flew past us, and we were jerked apart. Miroku! My mind silently screamed, and a single sentence surfaced. As long as the soul's the same, the love is still there.

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