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* Flashback in Sango's point of view

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Chapter 10 Ten years ago

Ten years ago.

Naraku was dead. Defeated. Gone.

It didn't seem real to Sango, about Naraku being dead. She had spent the last years of her life, on the search for him and the jewel shards, with revenge the only thing in mind. She had dreamed of the day when Naraku would be dead, but now that he was, it was like her mind wasn't fully accepting it. She didn't know why. She had seen him die with her own eyes.

Sango sat outside, on top of Kaede's rooftop, staring at the starry night as she thought of all the chaos that had happened to her recently. They defeated Naraku a week ago. To her, the whole battle was like a dream. The look of the battleground, the sound of clashing blades and thunder, and Naraku.

Kagome was the one to finally kill him. Shot him directly through the heart, exploding him instantly. Naraku was hurting Inuyasha, and Kagome wasn't going to stand for it.

Kagome had been so badly injured that day, it was amazing she could actually lift a bow and arrow to shot Naraku with. She had lost so much blood from one of his attacks, Sango had thought she had died for sure. Inuyasha had gone crazy after seeing her on the ground, and Sango didn't know if he was going to stop with Naraku dead. He looked like he was going to go after everyone, including her, Miroku, and Shippuo.

But he didn't. He had enough control to make sense that Kagome was seriously wounded, and that he needed to be there for her. He picked her up gently, and ran as fast as he could back to Kaede. Kagome has been there for the whole week, unconscious.

Kohaku didn't make it either. He was finally put to rest, and by Sango's sword too. She never would have thought she could her own brother, but she did. He had left her no choice.

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Kohaku stood in front of her, his scythe in hand prepared to attack.

"Kill him." Naraku said, pointing to Miroku. "Leave Inuyasha to me."

Sango stood, rooted to the ground as she watched the horrifying scene unfold around her. The man she loved was trying to defend himself against her very own brother, and losing. She could tell he didn't want to hurt him, so Miroku was left to dodging Kohaku's blade. But Kohaku wasn't holding back at all, and his speed and strength seemed to have increased since the last time they met. 'He must have another jewel shard in him.' Sango silently thought.

She gasped as Kohaku landed a punch right in Miroku's stomach, sending him to his knees. Sango came out of her trance, and raced to the place where the two people she loved more than anything were fighting.

"You're fights with me!" She yelled at Kohaku, grabbing his shoulder and whipping him around to face her. She wasn't expecting to have the chain whip her shoulder hard, sending her far back against a tree. Her head hit against it, and she struggled to keep conscious as ripe cherry blossoms fluttered around her.

"Sango!" Miroku screamed, pushing Kohaku off with his staff and trying to get over to her. He didn't think Kohaku would recover so quickly, throwing his blade at the back of Miroku. It struck him in the shoulder, sending him to his knees. Kohaku jumped in front of him, his blade raised over his head as he was about to send it crashing down. Miroku shut his eyes, waiting for the blow. It never came.

Sango had made her decision. She took out her sword, running faster than she ever had before. "Kohakuuu!" She screamed at the top of her lunges, sending her sword deep into Kohaku's back.

She watched as he turned to her, his eyes fixed on the sword, his mouth hanging slightly opened. Sango's eyes traveled up to his, and she stared at him with a mix of horror and sadness on her face.

'What have I done?' She thought as she stared into his eyes. For the first time since he died, they held emotion. And that emotion was pain.

"Oh God!" Sango caught Kohaku in her arms as he fell to the ground. "Kohaku!" The tears fell freely from her face as she cradled him closer to her. She had forgotten how small he was in her arms. It had been so long.

"S-Sango?" Kohaku breathed, like he was seeing her for the first time in years. Blood was everywhere, soaking deeply into her clothes. She didn't notice though. The only thing she saw was the look of incredible hurt and betrayal on his face.

"Kohaku, please." Sango wept, her voice cracking with each syllable. "Don't leave me."

Blood spewed from his mouth as he opened it, his voice wavering as he stared to speak. "Good-bye, big sister."

"No! Kohaku! I'm sorry! Don't leave, please." She cried out huge sobs as he closed his eyes for the last time. "I'm so sorry."

She had felt Miroku pry Kohaku's lifeless body from her hands, and lifting her up from the dirt. Blood was all over her hands and face, tears flowing freely. The last thing she remembered was him telling her he was there for, before she blacked out.

~~~~End of Flashback~~~~

When Sango had woken up, Shippou was there to tell her how Kagome had defeated Naraku, and how Inuyasha had acted like a big softy to her. Sango had tears in her eyes when he her told about it.

She stared up at the starry night, reaching a strange sense of tranquilly. For the first time in what seemed like forever, she smiled, just a small, sad smile. 'Now I know why Inuyasha always sleeps out here.' She thought.

Of course, when her mind was finally clear of all thought, she had to start thinking of him.

Miroku hadn't really changed in the last week, with the downfall of Naraku. He seemed to have kept his skirt chasing down to a minimal, but that was probably because of his worried state over Kagome. She did notice, however, that he still hadn't removed the prayer breads covering his right hand. 'I'll have to ask him about that.' She made a mental note to himself. The only thing out of the ordinary that she had noticed was he was spending more time by himself, and she had seen him almost ever day this week walking by himself with his lips moving, almost like he was talking to himself.

But even though Sango kept a straight face, she was dying inside. She thought that once Naraku was defeated, they would finally be able to be together. 'But nothing's change.' Sango thought sadly, a silent tear strolling down her cheek.

She knew she couldn't stay here forever. Inuyasha had the jewel now, but he wasn't going to use it until he knew Kagome was going to be all right. And after Kagome did wake up, the jewel will somehow be used, and there would be nothing left to tie her down to this village anymore. Her village had been avenged, her finally brother put to rest. There was nothing left.

'Maybe I'll go back to the village. Salvage whatever I can, and then travel from village to village, helping people whenever I can.' Sango knew Inuyasha and Kagome wouldn';t want her hanging around when they finally got together, and she didn't want to intrude on there life.

'Miroku.' She thought slowly, imagining what it would be like if she was in his arms now. She loved him, with all her body and soul, but.he didn't feel the same way. And it broke her heart to think that.

She made her decision. As soon as Kagome was better, she was leaving. Away from this village, away from Kagome, and Inuyasha, and Shippou, and.Miroku.

She heard a rustling sound from underneath her. Her eyes shot opened as she sat up. She peered over the edge of the roof, and saw Miroku standing there with hisarms behind his back, looking up at her. He looked a little embarrassed, his face just a tad flush, and Sango couldn't help but think of how cute he looked when he didn't have his usual mask on.

"Houshi-sama?" She asked, hiding behind the name she always referred to him as. It seemed that all she had to do was say that name, and she would snap out of whatever fantasy she was having at that moment. But that wasn't what she was thinking of. Now, she was wondering why in the world would he be out here, so late at night, and waiting for her no less.

He looked away, and then stared up at her face. "Sango." He hissed between clenched teeth. Sango gazed back at him, utterly confused at his behavior.

She gasped as he pulled out a long, red rose. He held it up to her as he began to speak in a soft, harmonious voice.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, - I love thee with

breadth, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and

If God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Sango was speechless. She stared, her mouth slightly open as her mind raced with all different types of possibilities.

'What is he trying to pull? Why is he doing this now? What does he mean?' The thoughts all flew her mind at the same time, but they weren't loud enough to shut out the thought that surpassed all the others.

'That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me.' Sango's heart began to melt as what Miroku really said sank in. He stared up at her, a worried look beginning to creep on his face as the silence lasted.

"Oh, Miroku." She said softly. Words could not express how happy she was. The man she had been dreaming about for the last few years was finally opening up to her, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Miorku's heart skipped a beat as he looked up into her lovely brown eyes. 'Did I just hear.her say my name?' He smiled as he watched her jump down from the roof in a graceful leap, and he took her in her arms. "I've been waiting so long." He heard her whisper in his robes as he wrapped his arms around her. He took her chin in his hand, and brought her mouth up to his in a passionate kiss.

With there lips still locked, Miroku picked her up, bridal style, and walked into the woods. 'I wouldn't want to wake anybody up.' He thought, smiling in his mind, with great anticipation in his eyes.

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Present time

"Sonnet, wait!" Miroku screamed, running towards her, totally obvious to Sango's pleas. Only one thought went through his mind as he entered the big hallway, filled with paintings of Rin and Sesshomaru. 'I have to stop her!'

All and all, he was quite surprised when Inuyasha steeped in front of him suddenly, blocking his path. Miroku didn't have time to stop, and crashed right into him, falling down in the process.

"What the hell!?" Miroku yelled, jumping back up with an angry look on his face. He tried to go around him, only to have Inuyasha step in his way again. "What are you doing?!"

"You can't go." Inuyasha said calmly, gripping him by the shoulder, holding him in place.

"What are you talking about!? Move! I have to go!" Miroku tried to hit him with his staff, only to have it easily blocked by his hand. "Inuyasha!"

"You don't remember, do you?" Inuyasha said slowly, finally realizing why Miroku was acting this way.

"Remember what!? I have no idea what you're talking about! Just let me go!" Miroku tried to jab him with the end of his staff. Inuyasha, having his patience finally ended, punched Miroku hard in the stomach, sending Miroku flying.

"You need to clam down. Sonnet will be fine. I saw Haru run after her, so she won't be in any danger."

"Calm! Calm! You want me to be calm!" Miroku got up, angry that Inuyasha had actually hit him, and for the fact that he wouldn't let him pass. "My daughter, who until three days ago I didn't even no existed, is running away from me right now in a village full of demons, and you want me to be calm about it!?" His voice had risen, and he was practically screaming.

Inuyahsa was taken back by surprise. He had never, not in all the years he had known him, ever seen Miroku act like this. He was acting like, well, a father concerned about his daughter. Inuyasha found it annoying, even though he's probably acted like that plenty of times when it cam to his Yuffie.

"Miroku, do you know why Sango left ten years ago?"

Miroku's eyes softened as a pained look crossed them. He looked deep in thought. "No." he finally said, softly. "Why?"

Inuyasha stared back at him, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. He realized he was. "It's not my place to tell you." He said, shaking his head. "Go ask Sango. She still needs you. I'll go look for Sonnet. I'll make sure she's okay."

Miroku nodded his head, and turned to go back to the room where Sango was. If he wasn't so confused at that point, he probably would have been wondering why Inuyasha was being so understanding. But now, the only thought on his mind was what in the hell happened ten years ago?

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Sonnet sprinted blindly through the woods, the tears in her eyes keeping her from seeing straight. She didn't caring where she was going. Anywhere was better than the place she was running away from.

'Running away.' She thought, in disgusted at herself. 'That's what I'm doing. I've never ran away from anything in life.'

She thought of that man. That bastard. Miroku. Her father.

'Miroku's my father.' She said again over in mind, slowing down as she tried to catch her breath. She still didn't want to believe it. Or did she?

She didn't know anymore. She was so confused, her thoughts jumbled in mind as she tried to run faster, thinking the faster ran the faster these things would go back to normal, like they were before. Before Miroku, before the village, before anything, when it was just her and her mother, traveling with no place to go. Alone. Together. Like it should be.

Suddenly, she felt her foot get caught on a tree root, and she fell face first onto the ground.

She couldn't stop the tears anymore. They ran freely from her eyes, soaking into the dirt as big sobs escaped from her mouth. She dug her fingers into the grass, as she let out everything that she had been holding back for 9 years.

She heard feet walking from behind her. She could tell it wasn't Miroku by the sound of the footsteps, because if it was, she would never be caught crying on the dirt over him. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"Sonnet?" Haru said, bending down and lifting her up by the arm. "Everything's okay.'

"No it's not." Sonnet cried, her face buried into Haru's stomach.

"I know. I'm just not good at saying stuff in these kinds of situations." He said lightheartedly.

He felt Sonnet crack a smile into his soaked shirt. He wondered how he should go and proceed with the comforting thing. 'Where do I put my hands?' He wondered.

He never really had experience comforting people before. When Aunt Rin was depressed that Uncle Seeshomaru didn't seem any closer to proposing to her, his mom always had what they called a 'girl talk.' Haru didn't think he could do this 'girl talk' thing.

So he just kept his hands to his side, letting her get cry everything out. He hated hearing her cry. It sounded so wrong coming from her.

When it she seemed to have quieted down a bit, he brought her over to a log and sat her down on it.

"So." he began slowly, hoping he didn't screw this up. "Do you want to talk about it?" He still wasn't exactly sure why Sonnet was so upset, but he couldn't think of anything better to say. He knew it had something to do with her parents, though.

"Why?" Sonnet said in a voice barley above a whisper, and Haru had to think if he really heard it.

"Why what?"

"Why.did it have to be him?"

Haru was greatly confused. "Why did what have to be him?" He asked.

Silence. "Why, out of all the men in the world, did he have to be my father?"

It all came pouring out of Sonnet. Everything that had happened, how she never knew her father, how life was back in her village, how she met Miroku, came running out of her mouth as she finally let her emotions go. Haru just sat there; patting her back as she told him more things than she had ever told anyone else before. She didn't know why she was talking to him; probably because he was the only one around when she was having a break down. He seemed to be listening to her, and that was good.

"The truth is," She continued. "Miroku was one of the only guys I ever trusted in my life. He actually helped me, and went with me to save my mother. I just wish.he wasn't my father."

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