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WOW! I got tons of reviews for the last chapter!!!
Disclaimer: Boomerang-chan does not, and never will own Inuyasha.
Chapter Fifteen
Confessions
The sky was a dull gray, layered heavily with darkened clouds. They continued to cry, but harsher this time, pelting down on the people rushing along the puddle filled streets. Rough winds rushed at umbrellas, trying to pry them from people's grips.
Only one person walked down the streets unaware of the biting cold and pattering rain: Miroku. He was soaked to the bone, clothes plastered to him like a second skin. The flowers in his fist drooped, soaking. He kept his eyes upon the faded and cracked sidewalk, not caring about who he jostled into and the mutters and curses they sent him.
Miroku stopped walking. His feet had led him to the same place. The cemetery. He entered silently and mournfully, pale like a ghost. Weaving between the headstones, he stopped at the one engraved with Sango's name. He collapsed in front of it, tears running down his cheeks to mix with the muddy water swirling around him. He placed the flowers next to the tombstone, eyes glazed.
Miroku looked down to where her body would be lying, a few feet from he ground. He stared, then his glossed over eyes widened, returning to normal.
"Kami-sama! Sango!!!" he gasped. 'No! It can't be!!' Miroku shoved his hands into the deep hole until he was almost shoulder deep. He couldn't find a trace of Sango's body!
Miroku let out an anguished cry and collapsed on the gravestone, sobs racking his chest. "Oh Sango... my dear Sango, what has happened to you?"
"Sango...why did you have to leave me? Why? If only I had known you were...y-you were...Oh God, Sango! No! Where are you?! I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for not realizing... for not understanding you... I'm sorry for not ever telling you that...that I...that I--"
"That you what?" asked a soft voice. Miroku lifted his forehead from the cold stone, gasping. Pale arms wrapped around his neck and he felt a head rest against him. Hot breaths tickled his neck, making his hair stand on end.
"What is it you wanted to tell me...Miroku...?"
Miroku whirled around, catching the tired and thin figure that collapsed against him. He pressed her to him, running his fingers through her hair as more tears fell.
"Sango... but...I thought you were dead...Sango..."
"I don't really know what happened to me... All I remember was the battle with Naraku, then everything going black... and then...the scent of earth all around me."
Sango looked up, brown eyes shining brightly. "What is it... you want to tell me?" she repeated.
Miroku leaned forward as tears fell from her beautiful face, washing off smudges of mud. He kissed her forehead, then the tears than trickled down.
"I wanted to tell you Sango...that I... love you. I love you so very much..."
Sango cried out, crying even harder. "Oh... Miroku!" she hiccupped, "I-I love you so much too! I--"
She never got to finish as Miroku pressed his lips softly against hers, not initiating a kiss, letting his mouth feather against hers.
"Sango..."
"Mm?"
"We never got to finish that kiss on Christmas Eve did we?"
Sango forgot to breath. She looked into Miroku's dark eyes. So sincere... no gleam of the pervert he was. She smiled and shook her head.
"No, I don't believe we did."
"Do you want to finish that kiss?" Miroku grinned, asking in a teasing voice.
Sango only got to nod once before he descended his mouth upon hers, gentle as if wooing her. He tilted his head to the side fully. Sango moved her lips slowly against his, so agonizingly slow that Miroku had to suppress himself from groaning.
Miroku let his hands roam down her back, pressing herself more to him and he kissed her feverish with excitement. Sango caught up to keep with his fast kisses. She forgot to breathe, and her heart forgot to beat.
She had never felt this wonderful in her life. Bubbling up from her was an emotion she had never felt before. Love? She did have love before... love for her friends, family, but she had never experienced this kind of love before. It made her body tingle with a wonderful warmth and the only thing on her mind was Miroku.
Sango felt his hands go lower, igniting fires wherever he touched, and she separated the kiss, eyeing him. Miroku smiled nervously and lifted his hand away. Sango, just remembering to breathe gazed at his face.
Miroku watched her lift a hand and flinched, waiting for the slap to come. But it never did. He looked at her in bewilderment.
Sango was laughing, slapping her thigh, trying to control her fit of giggles. 'He had looked like a little boy who just got caught stealing cookies!'
Miroku sighed, wondering if perhaps the chilly weather had got to her head. A grin came upon his face and he lifted Sango up onto her feet. Sango went silent as he draped his arm around her waist.
She watched his hand. It twitched once before curling around her waist. Sango smiled up at Miroku and he smiled back.
The two walked away from the glum place, beaming their own happy sunlight, keeping each other close and comfortably warm.
.
Ranko and Kagome stared at the empty dorm. "He probably went back to the cemetery..." murmured Kagome.
"We should go get him or he'll stay out there all day in that crappy weather." Ranko said. They turned to leave the place when the door was kicked open by a smiling Miroku and Sango.
"SANGO!!!!" the two girls cried happily. Sango laughed as she was pounced upon by Kagome and Ranko, squealing with joy.
Sango yawned and stretched. "I'm going to go take a long bath, all right? Being covered in dirt for so long makes me feel yucky."
She started padding over to the bathroom, trailing mud when Miroku called to her.
"Hey Sango!"
Sango tilted her head in his direction. Miroku was grinning again, his eyes with a little familiar gleam in them again.
"You seem so tired. You sure you don't want me to help you with that bath?..."
Sango smiled at him and he grinned even more, thinking she would say yes.
"No."
Miroku's face fell and he slouched like a five-year old denied some toy he wanted.
Sango laughed and disappeared in the bathroom.
Kagome nudged Ranko with her elbow. Ranko smiled and nudged her back. They turned to leave, arms linked. "We'll leave you two alone!"
.
Sango came out an hour later, wrapped in a white robe. Miroku was sitting on the sofa, flipping through channels.
She smiled and sat next to him. Miroku looked at her. Then her hair she had tied up in a high ponytail. Sango cuddled up to him, pressing her lips to his ear.
"Now that we've confessed our love... you won't grope anymore girls, right?"
"..."
"MIROKU!!!"
Miroku flashed Sango a grin. "How about I grope only you?" He placed his hands on her chest.
"HENTAI!" she shrieked, slapping him. Miroku's face slammed down onto the arm of the couch. Sango giggled and bestowed another kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Miroku smiled and kissed her back, tugging on her so that she was sprawled on top of him.
Nothing else mattered to them anymore except each other...
.
Kawaii...
Reviews:
Kitai Matsuru: BWUHAHAHA! I almost thought of continuing, but I thought heck? Why should I? I wanted to be evil! ^___^
Icewings: I'm very glad I used your idea. My other idea was kinda crappy neway. And I'm not saying what it was... cuz I don't remember much of it anymore. ANYWHO! Thanks for the idea! Don't say that! I don't want Naraku alive! Hehe, maybe I should make a sequel of Naraku's return! BWEHAHAH!
fle: You like the slapping? XD
Tomboy: Okay! I gave you more! ^___^
Moon Prynces: GAH! Don't kill me. If you did you wouldn't find out what happens, right? *Moon Prynces glares at B-chan* Ehe... Yah, I am really weird. But I can't marry Kenshin because Kaoru is meant for him and I'm a huge K/K fan.
Lil-strange-person: Guess what? Chicken butt. Okay, I'll shut up. I personally thought the battle with Naraku sucked because Sango didn't have weapons or anything. _ I think this is your shortest review ever! XD Guess why? Chicken thigh! Guess where? In your hair! Lol
Akurei: HAHAHAHA!!!!! Evil me! Don't worry! I promised M/S and here it is!
Soli: Why'd I leave it here? Ranko: Because they're all bums? B-chan: No, because I'm insane! Ranko: Request? *cough cough* Yeah right. *cough* ^___^
Little Sango-Chan: Who's Owarinai Yume? B-chan doesn't pay much attention to stuff around her... AAH! DON"T HURT ME KOUGA! Ranko: Kouga-kun???? Great, Ranko likes Kouga too. Looks like you've got competition. Ranko: But I like Sanosuke too...
I've got another M/S fic coming out soon! I'll probably post it next week. Here's a summary: Sango is a spirit that is not alive or dead and is a guide for beings moving on to the afterlife. When the spirit Miroku kidnaps her, everything gets chaotic. Soon, she must choose whether she wants to stay with Miroku, or save the spirit world and prevent more spirits from becoming restless.
NEXT CHAPTER: THANK YOU'S
~ B-chan Until Next Time! ^____________________^
WOW! I got tons of reviews for the last chapter!!!
Disclaimer: Boomerang-chan does not, and never will own Inuyasha.
Chapter Fifteen
Confessions
The sky was a dull gray, layered heavily with darkened clouds. They continued to cry, but harsher this time, pelting down on the people rushing along the puddle filled streets. Rough winds rushed at umbrellas, trying to pry them from people's grips.
Only one person walked down the streets unaware of the biting cold and pattering rain: Miroku. He was soaked to the bone, clothes plastered to him like a second skin. The flowers in his fist drooped, soaking. He kept his eyes upon the faded and cracked sidewalk, not caring about who he jostled into and the mutters and curses they sent him.
Miroku stopped walking. His feet had led him to the same place. The cemetery. He entered silently and mournfully, pale like a ghost. Weaving between the headstones, he stopped at the one engraved with Sango's name. He collapsed in front of it, tears running down his cheeks to mix with the muddy water swirling around him. He placed the flowers next to the tombstone, eyes glazed.
Miroku looked down to where her body would be lying, a few feet from he ground. He stared, then his glossed over eyes widened, returning to normal.
"Kami-sama! Sango!!!" he gasped. 'No! It can't be!!' Miroku shoved his hands into the deep hole until he was almost shoulder deep. He couldn't find a trace of Sango's body!
Miroku let out an anguished cry and collapsed on the gravestone, sobs racking his chest. "Oh Sango... my dear Sango, what has happened to you?"
"Sango...why did you have to leave me? Why? If only I had known you were...y-you were...Oh God, Sango! No! Where are you?! I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for not realizing... for not understanding you... I'm sorry for not ever telling you that...that I...that I--"
"That you what?" asked a soft voice. Miroku lifted his forehead from the cold stone, gasping. Pale arms wrapped around his neck and he felt a head rest against him. Hot breaths tickled his neck, making his hair stand on end.
"What is it you wanted to tell me...Miroku...?"
Miroku whirled around, catching the tired and thin figure that collapsed against him. He pressed her to him, running his fingers through her hair as more tears fell.
"Sango... but...I thought you were dead...Sango..."
"I don't really know what happened to me... All I remember was the battle with Naraku, then everything going black... and then...the scent of earth all around me."
Sango looked up, brown eyes shining brightly. "What is it... you want to tell me?" she repeated.
Miroku leaned forward as tears fell from her beautiful face, washing off smudges of mud. He kissed her forehead, then the tears than trickled down.
"I wanted to tell you Sango...that I... love you. I love you so very much..."
Sango cried out, crying even harder. "Oh... Miroku!" she hiccupped, "I-I love you so much too! I--"
She never got to finish as Miroku pressed his lips softly against hers, not initiating a kiss, letting his mouth feather against hers.
"Sango..."
"Mm?"
"We never got to finish that kiss on Christmas Eve did we?"
Sango forgot to breath. She looked into Miroku's dark eyes. So sincere... no gleam of the pervert he was. She smiled and shook her head.
"No, I don't believe we did."
"Do you want to finish that kiss?" Miroku grinned, asking in a teasing voice.
Sango only got to nod once before he descended his mouth upon hers, gentle as if wooing her. He tilted his head to the side fully. Sango moved her lips slowly against his, so agonizingly slow that Miroku had to suppress himself from groaning.
Miroku let his hands roam down her back, pressing herself more to him and he kissed her feverish with excitement. Sango caught up to keep with his fast kisses. She forgot to breathe, and her heart forgot to beat.
She had never felt this wonderful in her life. Bubbling up from her was an emotion she had never felt before. Love? She did have love before... love for her friends, family, but she had never experienced this kind of love before. It made her body tingle with a wonderful warmth and the only thing on her mind was Miroku.
Sango felt his hands go lower, igniting fires wherever he touched, and she separated the kiss, eyeing him. Miroku smiled nervously and lifted his hand away. Sango, just remembering to breathe gazed at his face.
Miroku watched her lift a hand and flinched, waiting for the slap to come. But it never did. He looked at her in bewilderment.
Sango was laughing, slapping her thigh, trying to control her fit of giggles. 'He had looked like a little boy who just got caught stealing cookies!'
Miroku sighed, wondering if perhaps the chilly weather had got to her head. A grin came upon his face and he lifted Sango up onto her feet. Sango went silent as he draped his arm around her waist.
She watched his hand. It twitched once before curling around her waist. Sango smiled up at Miroku and he smiled back.
The two walked away from the glum place, beaming their own happy sunlight, keeping each other close and comfortably warm.
.
Ranko and Kagome stared at the empty dorm. "He probably went back to the cemetery..." murmured Kagome.
"We should go get him or he'll stay out there all day in that crappy weather." Ranko said. They turned to leave the place when the door was kicked open by a smiling Miroku and Sango.
"SANGO!!!!" the two girls cried happily. Sango laughed as she was pounced upon by Kagome and Ranko, squealing with joy.
Sango yawned and stretched. "I'm going to go take a long bath, all right? Being covered in dirt for so long makes me feel yucky."
She started padding over to the bathroom, trailing mud when Miroku called to her.
"Hey Sango!"
Sango tilted her head in his direction. Miroku was grinning again, his eyes with a little familiar gleam in them again.
"You seem so tired. You sure you don't want me to help you with that bath?..."
Sango smiled at him and he grinned even more, thinking she would say yes.
"No."
Miroku's face fell and he slouched like a five-year old denied some toy he wanted.
Sango laughed and disappeared in the bathroom.
Kagome nudged Ranko with her elbow. Ranko smiled and nudged her back. They turned to leave, arms linked. "We'll leave you two alone!"
.
Sango came out an hour later, wrapped in a white robe. Miroku was sitting on the sofa, flipping through channels.
She smiled and sat next to him. Miroku looked at her. Then her hair she had tied up in a high ponytail. Sango cuddled up to him, pressing her lips to his ear.
"Now that we've confessed our love... you won't grope anymore girls, right?"
"..."
"MIROKU!!!"
Miroku flashed Sango a grin. "How about I grope only you?" He placed his hands on her chest.
"HENTAI!" she shrieked, slapping him. Miroku's face slammed down onto the arm of the couch. Sango giggled and bestowed another kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Miroku smiled and kissed her back, tugging on her so that she was sprawled on top of him.
Nothing else mattered to them anymore except each other...
.
Kawaii...
Reviews:
Kitai Matsuru: BWUHAHAHA! I almost thought of continuing, but I thought heck? Why should I? I wanted to be evil! ^___^
Icewings: I'm very glad I used your idea. My other idea was kinda crappy neway. And I'm not saying what it was... cuz I don't remember much of it anymore. ANYWHO! Thanks for the idea! Don't say that! I don't want Naraku alive! Hehe, maybe I should make a sequel of Naraku's return! BWEHAHAH!
fle: You like the slapping? XD
Tomboy: Okay! I gave you more! ^___^
Moon Prynces: GAH! Don't kill me. If you did you wouldn't find out what happens, right? *Moon Prynces glares at B-chan* Ehe... Yah, I am really weird. But I can't marry Kenshin because Kaoru is meant for him and I'm a huge K/K fan.
Lil-strange-person: Guess what? Chicken butt. Okay, I'll shut up. I personally thought the battle with Naraku sucked because Sango didn't have weapons or anything. _ I think this is your shortest review ever! XD Guess why? Chicken thigh! Guess where? In your hair! Lol
Akurei: HAHAHAHA!!!!! Evil me! Don't worry! I promised M/S and here it is!
Soli: Why'd I leave it here? Ranko: Because they're all bums? B-chan: No, because I'm insane! Ranko: Request? *cough cough* Yeah right. *cough* ^___^
Little Sango-Chan: Who's Owarinai Yume? B-chan doesn't pay much attention to stuff around her... AAH! DON"T HURT ME KOUGA! Ranko: Kouga-kun???? Great, Ranko likes Kouga too. Looks like you've got competition. Ranko: But I like Sanosuke too...
I've got another M/S fic coming out soon! I'll probably post it next week. Here's a summary: Sango is a spirit that is not alive or dead and is a guide for beings moving on to the afterlife. When the spirit Miroku kidnaps her, everything gets chaotic. Soon, she must choose whether she wants to stay with Miroku, or save the spirit world and prevent more spirits from becoming restless.
NEXT CHAPTER: THANK YOU'S
~ B-chan Until Next Time! ^____________________^