Love Beyond Life
Chapter 5
Sango-sama
Author's Rants: Hmmm...I know we have a bunch of new readers who are just waking up to the happiness that makes up the sparks between Sango and Miroku.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean (ab)use him in this fic. ^_-
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"Well, I suppose that went as well as could be expected." Translucent fingers drifted up to an exasperated and equally pale brow. "One minute she hears that I'm dead...and the next, I'm standing right here in front of her."
Sango had collapsed.
She was perhaps the physically strongest woman he had ever known....and he certainly had had the lumps to prove it. She had been on the wrong end of many pairs of youkai claws and swords and emerged with minimal scars. She had fought her way against death itself, not once...but twice.(*See foot notes.) Armed, she could fight as an equal with any man and often enough, she was even treated as one of the guys. She could, without question, protect herself.
But like seemed to be the trend with the highest ladies in court, she had passed out so easily. And now, she lay sprawled out on the ground, soft breaths slipped past her lips as the wind tugged at the loose tendrils of hair framing her face.
Looking at her now, he was finding it difficult to associate his fiery traveling with this incredibly vulnerable, incredibly soft figure which lay quite prone to his wandering hands.
"Ah well. She can't stay like this all day, now can she? Sango." Making a rather poor attempt to hide a smile which could be called few names other than lecherous, a hand hovered down over her shoulder, slipping closer and closer. Until...
It passed straight through her.
In shock, Miroku brought the offending hand up before his eyes, puzzling over this rather bizarre turn of events. He held his beaded hand up to the other, poring over each as he held them side by side.
He poked at each of his fingers. They were as solid as he remembered them. The palms too. Even the fabric and bead which covered his Kaza-ana felt solid to him.
His hand pressed against her shoulder again only to slip right through once again.
If Fate truly did exist, she was currently falling over herself, laughing at the true irony of the situation.
You see, Fate is a bit of a bitch. But she really does enjoy her job.
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A sharp gasp drew Inuyasha's attention from the dirt path down to Kagome. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she began to sprint through the tall grasses towards her friend. "Sango-chan!?!"
Inuyasha had bounded off the roof and was pulling Kagome up onto his back almost before she could blink.
She was a bit surprised when her feet were swept off the ground beneath her and she suddenly found herself in that familiar nook of his back. He still smelled faintly off the tinny din of blood, but it was washed with the mix of wood and musk.
She smiled into the dip at the base of the back of his neck. If not for the fact that Sango might be incredibly ill, she could have thought of nothing better to do to spend the rest of the day than to cling to his back just as she was now, breathing him in and temporarily forgetting the barrier that Kikyo continued to wedge in between them.
Before she even had the chance to give another though to Kikyo, Inuyasha was sliding her off his back. Frowning slightly as she hopped off, her eyes focusing on Sango's limp form to mask her disappointment from him. It certainly wasn't the time to begin a fight about Kikyo now.
Inuyasha hovered over her shoulder as she knelt down beside the Taiji-ya.
The air around them was cold. Kagome herself felt a little shiver thrill down her spine, but she wasn't sure whether it was actually cold, or whether it was from being so near to the grave of a friend. Or perhaps whether it was the caused by Inuyasha's relatively warmth breath tickling at the bare skin at her neck.
But it seemed to be the first option; Sango too was shivering slightly, a faint tinge of powder blue clung to her lips. Wisps of warmth breath past her lips, forming the little puffs of clouds that rose from her barely parted lips. She was cold, but she was breathing.
`I guess she must have fainted,' Kagome mused silently. `There's nothing out here but Houshi-sama's grave...the shock must have been just a bit too much for her.'
Sango had begun to stir; groaning as she slowly sat back up, a hand was planted firmly over her eyes.
Kagome helped her to sit up, bracing her back with her arm. "Sango-chan, are you all right?"
Sango's eyes remained closed as she murmured, "I think so."
Kagome traced comforting circles over her back, as Inuyasha shifted nervously from foot to foot behind her.
She shook her head, smiling sadly as she opened her eyes to look towards Kagome. "For a second I thought I saw Houshi-sa--"
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* During the problems with the Shichinintai, a number of Inuyasha-tachi were almost killed but managed to pull through. For the sake of minimizing spoilers, I'm deliberately vague here; however, Sango was one of the injured.
Chapter 5
Sango-sama
Author's Rants: Hmmm...I know we have a bunch of new readers who are just waking up to the happiness that makes up the sparks between Sango and Miroku.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean (ab)use him in this fic. ^_-
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"Well, I suppose that went as well as could be expected." Translucent fingers drifted up to an exasperated and equally pale brow. "One minute she hears that I'm dead...and the next, I'm standing right here in front of her."
Sango had collapsed.
She was perhaps the physically strongest woman he had ever known....and he certainly had had the lumps to prove it. She had been on the wrong end of many pairs of youkai claws and swords and emerged with minimal scars. She had fought her way against death itself, not once...but twice.(*See foot notes.) Armed, she could fight as an equal with any man and often enough, she was even treated as one of the guys. She could, without question, protect herself.
But like seemed to be the trend with the highest ladies in court, she had passed out so easily. And now, she lay sprawled out on the ground, soft breaths slipped past her lips as the wind tugged at the loose tendrils of hair framing her face.
Looking at her now, he was finding it difficult to associate his fiery traveling with this incredibly vulnerable, incredibly soft figure which lay quite prone to his wandering hands.
"Ah well. She can't stay like this all day, now can she? Sango." Making a rather poor attempt to hide a smile which could be called few names other than lecherous, a hand hovered down over her shoulder, slipping closer and closer. Until...
It passed straight through her.
In shock, Miroku brought the offending hand up before his eyes, puzzling over this rather bizarre turn of events. He held his beaded hand up to the other, poring over each as he held them side by side.
He poked at each of his fingers. They were as solid as he remembered them. The palms too. Even the fabric and bead which covered his Kaza-ana felt solid to him.
His hand pressed against her shoulder again only to slip right through once again.
If Fate truly did exist, she was currently falling over herself, laughing at the true irony of the situation.
You see, Fate is a bit of a bitch. But she really does enjoy her job.
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A sharp gasp drew Inuyasha's attention from the dirt path down to Kagome. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she began to sprint through the tall grasses towards her friend. "Sango-chan!?!"
Inuyasha had bounded off the roof and was pulling Kagome up onto his back almost before she could blink.
She was a bit surprised when her feet were swept off the ground beneath her and she suddenly found herself in that familiar nook of his back. He still smelled faintly off the tinny din of blood, but it was washed with the mix of wood and musk.
She smiled into the dip at the base of the back of his neck. If not for the fact that Sango might be incredibly ill, she could have thought of nothing better to do to spend the rest of the day than to cling to his back just as she was now, breathing him in and temporarily forgetting the barrier that Kikyo continued to wedge in between them.
Before she even had the chance to give another though to Kikyo, Inuyasha was sliding her off his back. Frowning slightly as she hopped off, her eyes focusing on Sango's limp form to mask her disappointment from him. It certainly wasn't the time to begin a fight about Kikyo now.
Inuyasha hovered over her shoulder as she knelt down beside the Taiji-ya.
The air around them was cold. Kagome herself felt a little shiver thrill down her spine, but she wasn't sure whether it was actually cold, or whether it was from being so near to the grave of a friend. Or perhaps whether it was the caused by Inuyasha's relatively warmth breath tickling at the bare skin at her neck.
But it seemed to be the first option; Sango too was shivering slightly, a faint tinge of powder blue clung to her lips. Wisps of warmth breath past her lips, forming the little puffs of clouds that rose from her barely parted lips. She was cold, but she was breathing.
`I guess she must have fainted,' Kagome mused silently. `There's nothing out here but Houshi-sama's grave...the shock must have been just a bit too much for her.'
Sango had begun to stir; groaning as she slowly sat back up, a hand was planted firmly over her eyes.
Kagome helped her to sit up, bracing her back with her arm. "Sango-chan, are you all right?"
Sango's eyes remained closed as she murmured, "I think so."
Kagome traced comforting circles over her back, as Inuyasha shifted nervously from foot to foot behind her.
She shook her head, smiling sadly as she opened her eyes to look towards Kagome. "For a second I thought I saw Houshi-sa--"
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* During the problems with the Shichinintai, a number of Inuyasha-tachi were almost killed but managed to pull through. For the sake of minimizing spoilers, I'm deliberately vague here; however, Sango was one of the injured.