AN- A different version of the Sango and Miroku story for me. I actually
kinda like this.
Disclaimer- Nope, I do not own this. Siht nwo ton od I.
Sango looked resolutely into the sunset as she walked away from their camp. That monk had played with her heart for the last time. She was leaving, and not coming back. She stopped at the top of the tall hill, loose hair fluttering off to the side as she adjusted her casual clothes in her bag and Hiraikotsu in her other hand.
Kirara was perched on her right shoulder, mewing quizzically, and looking back at the monk, clearly asking, "What's going on?"
Sango reached up with the hand holding the bag to stoke Kirara comfortingly. "Let's go," she whispered, walking the rest of the way over the hill and disappearing into the bright light, heart aching as she once more lost something completely dear to her heart.
A solitary tear marked the place she left. The words, "Sayonara, houshi- sama." floated on the breeze.
*~*
Miroku dashed after the taiji-ya, shouting. "Matte! Sango! I can explain!" He reached out to grab her arm.
"Just like you explain everything else? As a cover for your lechery? I've had enough. I'll achieve my vengeance on my own." She looked down at his right hand holding her arm. "Let go, houshi-sama," she said with deadly calm.
Miroku reluctantly released her arm, taking a step back as if her words had been a tangible blow. He bowed his head. "Gomen nasai, taiji-ya-sama." He turned to walk back to their camp, shoulders sagging, face carefully blank.
Sango turned her back on him, walking quickly away, her anger propelling her faster than she would normally go.
*~*
Miroku sat, back against the tree, staff leaning against the tree, instinctively sitting in his comfort position, staring at something Kagome had given them all. She called it a photograph. It showed their screwed up, but trusting "family"- Inuyasha looking slightly panicked as he zoomed towards the ground from his perch in the tree, Shippou posing cutely with a lollipop, Sango smiling demurely with her hand in a fist to ward off him, with his hand extended towards her derriere, and Kirara leaning against Shippou. Kagome wasn't in the photo, after all, someone had to take the picture.
He couldn't believe how royally he had screwed up.
"Please, Sango, tell me how to fix this- us." he whispered to the sky.
*~*
Inuyasha leaned against the tree he was sitting in, thinking quietly about nothing in particular. At least, he wasn't until he heard Miroku whisper to himself. That's when he knew not to buy that crap he had told Inuyasha about what Sango was doing.
He silently jumped down from the tree, careful not to wake either the kitsune or Kagome. He yanked Miroku to his feet and hauled him a little further away, hand covering the monk's mouth to keep him silent.
"Okay, bouzo, what the hell happened between you and Sango?" he demanded rudely.
"Nothing that's important to you," Miroku responded through the light rain that had begun to fall. "A little misunderstanding."
Inuyasha looked incredulous. "You think that one of our group disappearing without saying goodbye isn't any of my damn business? I've called you many things, but I think I gotta hand it to you- you are one helluva bakayarou." He looked scathingly at the monk. "You ever stop to think about how Kagome'll feel about this? Those two were best friends. You ever stop and think about how much harder fights'll be? You are one selfish bastard." Inuyasha walked away before he could slam Miroku's face into a tree. He knew Kagome would sit him a few too many times for comfort if he did that.
Miroku slid to the ground, ignoring the rain that was falling steadily heavier, and his shoulders began to shake. He wondered what Sango was doing at that moment.
*~*
At that moment, Sango was walking through the forest the opposite way, heading towards a nearby town, Miroku on her mind.
*~*
That night, when Miroku managed to doze off, it was a fitful sleep, aware of everything, and tortured by his thoughts. He was the cause of this. As Inuyasha had told him, he really was a selfish bastard. He had always wanted more, reaching, pushing the limits, and the limits had finally shattered and had lost him a precious gift. The possible gift of Sango's love.
Pictures of Sango danced in front of his eyes in all of her moods- when she was pissed at him for groping her or asking his question to another woman, when she was embarrassed at something she had just said, when she was depressed after seeing Kohaku, calm or happy when she was alone or with Kirara, and her fierce spirit when she was battling someone.
But the image of Sango that stayed with him the longest was the one that he had seen most recently. Her staring at him with hurt and anger burning in her eyes.
*~*
Sango lay on the futon in the inn, sleeping fitfully. She wasn't particularly angry anymore. Simply hurt. She needed space to sort out her feelings. She didn't want to confess why she was hurt. After all, just look at everyone else she had gotten close to- either dead, or dead and being controlled by Naraku. Not exactly a good track record.
She didn't want to confess that she-
No, it hurt too much to say.
And until that houshi apologized, she wouldn't speak with him again. She realized that the group needed her as a fighter, and traveling with the others would mean she could get her revenge on Naraku much faster and more easily than on her own. Not that she particularly cared about how long it took. She would succeed, and Naraku would fall.
She knew where the others were heading, and planned.
*~*
Miroku resolved to find Sango and straighten things out as soon as he could. That meant leaving now. She had a few hours head start on him, and she was a trained fighter propelled by anger. With her, that meant speed. She had probably covered her trail as well.
He silently rose and folded his blanket, leaving it next to Kagome as explanation, and went off into the forest.
For once, Inuyasha used tact, and didn't pursue the matter.
*~*
Disclaimer- Nope, I do not own this. Siht nwo ton od I.
Sango looked resolutely into the sunset as she walked away from their camp. That monk had played with her heart for the last time. She was leaving, and not coming back. She stopped at the top of the tall hill, loose hair fluttering off to the side as she adjusted her casual clothes in her bag and Hiraikotsu in her other hand.
Kirara was perched on her right shoulder, mewing quizzically, and looking back at the monk, clearly asking, "What's going on?"
Sango reached up with the hand holding the bag to stoke Kirara comfortingly. "Let's go," she whispered, walking the rest of the way over the hill and disappearing into the bright light, heart aching as she once more lost something completely dear to her heart.
A solitary tear marked the place she left. The words, "Sayonara, houshi- sama." floated on the breeze.
*~*
Miroku dashed after the taiji-ya, shouting. "Matte! Sango! I can explain!" He reached out to grab her arm.
"Just like you explain everything else? As a cover for your lechery? I've had enough. I'll achieve my vengeance on my own." She looked down at his right hand holding her arm. "Let go, houshi-sama," she said with deadly calm.
Miroku reluctantly released her arm, taking a step back as if her words had been a tangible blow. He bowed his head. "Gomen nasai, taiji-ya-sama." He turned to walk back to their camp, shoulders sagging, face carefully blank.
Sango turned her back on him, walking quickly away, her anger propelling her faster than she would normally go.
*~*
Miroku sat, back against the tree, staff leaning against the tree, instinctively sitting in his comfort position, staring at something Kagome had given them all. She called it a photograph. It showed their screwed up, but trusting "family"- Inuyasha looking slightly panicked as he zoomed towards the ground from his perch in the tree, Shippou posing cutely with a lollipop, Sango smiling demurely with her hand in a fist to ward off him, with his hand extended towards her derriere, and Kirara leaning against Shippou. Kagome wasn't in the photo, after all, someone had to take the picture.
He couldn't believe how royally he had screwed up.
"Please, Sango, tell me how to fix this- us." he whispered to the sky.
*~*
Inuyasha leaned against the tree he was sitting in, thinking quietly about nothing in particular. At least, he wasn't until he heard Miroku whisper to himself. That's when he knew not to buy that crap he had told Inuyasha about what Sango was doing.
He silently jumped down from the tree, careful not to wake either the kitsune or Kagome. He yanked Miroku to his feet and hauled him a little further away, hand covering the monk's mouth to keep him silent.
"Okay, bouzo, what the hell happened between you and Sango?" he demanded rudely.
"Nothing that's important to you," Miroku responded through the light rain that had begun to fall. "A little misunderstanding."
Inuyasha looked incredulous. "You think that one of our group disappearing without saying goodbye isn't any of my damn business? I've called you many things, but I think I gotta hand it to you- you are one helluva bakayarou." He looked scathingly at the monk. "You ever stop to think about how Kagome'll feel about this? Those two were best friends. You ever stop and think about how much harder fights'll be? You are one selfish bastard." Inuyasha walked away before he could slam Miroku's face into a tree. He knew Kagome would sit him a few too many times for comfort if he did that.
Miroku slid to the ground, ignoring the rain that was falling steadily heavier, and his shoulders began to shake. He wondered what Sango was doing at that moment.
*~*
At that moment, Sango was walking through the forest the opposite way, heading towards a nearby town, Miroku on her mind.
*~*
That night, when Miroku managed to doze off, it was a fitful sleep, aware of everything, and tortured by his thoughts. He was the cause of this. As Inuyasha had told him, he really was a selfish bastard. He had always wanted more, reaching, pushing the limits, and the limits had finally shattered and had lost him a precious gift. The possible gift of Sango's love.
Pictures of Sango danced in front of his eyes in all of her moods- when she was pissed at him for groping her or asking his question to another woman, when she was embarrassed at something she had just said, when she was depressed after seeing Kohaku, calm or happy when she was alone or with Kirara, and her fierce spirit when she was battling someone.
But the image of Sango that stayed with him the longest was the one that he had seen most recently. Her staring at him with hurt and anger burning in her eyes.
*~*
Sango lay on the futon in the inn, sleeping fitfully. She wasn't particularly angry anymore. Simply hurt. She needed space to sort out her feelings. She didn't want to confess why she was hurt. After all, just look at everyone else she had gotten close to- either dead, or dead and being controlled by Naraku. Not exactly a good track record.
She didn't want to confess that she-
No, it hurt too much to say.
And until that houshi apologized, she wouldn't speak with him again. She realized that the group needed her as a fighter, and traveling with the others would mean she could get her revenge on Naraku much faster and more easily than on her own. Not that she particularly cared about how long it took. She would succeed, and Naraku would fall.
She knew where the others were heading, and planned.
*~*
Miroku resolved to find Sango and straighten things out as soon as he could. That meant leaving now. She had a few hours head start on him, and she was a trained fighter propelled by anger. With her, that meant speed. She had probably covered her trail as well.
He silently rose and folded his blanket, leaving it next to Kagome as explanation, and went off into the forest.
For once, Inuyasha used tact, and didn't pursue the matter.
*~*