Love Beyond Life
Chapter 7
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Forum plug! Are you a new fan to the Sango/Miroku pairing? Or perhaps even a writer? Think there's more to Miroku than just some random hentai-ness? Or perhaps that Sango needs to learn that denial is not just a river in Egypt? If so, then, please join in the discussion at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sangomiroku/
Thank you to my reviewers...you keep me writing and creating new ideas. I appreciate the time you all take.
And for those of you who can draw (which is a guarantee you'll do better than me), I'm going to start a contest to draw Fate. You get absolute free reign in whatever you think she looks like, especially since I haven't described her at all. There will be a prize...but I have to find one first. ^_^*
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean abuse him in this fic. ^_-
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They had entered the village nearly two hours ago. Although it seemed that she was so tired that her feet could no longer carry her, sleep had yet to capture her. Her mind just kept wandering.
Kohaku...and Houshi-sama.
It seemed very unfair that both of them had died almost at the same time.
She felt completely and utterly lost...but somehow not at the same time. Kagome, Inuyasha and Shippou...they were still there with her, fighting just as they normally did, only a little quieter, almost as if they were afraid of upsetting her. Even Kirara was curled up unusually close to her in warm, furry ball, pressed right against the soft cloth at her side. The warmth the little cat gave off was a much needed comfort Sango absently ran her fingers through the cat's silky golden fur, as it softly purred its gratitude.
And Houshi-sama...well, he seemed to have disappeared somewhere, but he had been haunting her. Unless, she really had gone crazy. Though, to her, that lech was not the most comforting ghost she could have had haunting her.
`Where did he go, anyways?' Sango frowned into the darkness, her arms crossing over her belly. `This is almost as irritating as him haunting me. Why does he always have to be such a sukebe?' She fumed silently, tapping her fingers impatiently at her elbows.
Kirara loomed over her face, her slightly wet nose patting Sango's cheek lightly. Large, red, inquisitive eyes were staring back at her.
Looking at her curious companion, it was hard for Sango to suppress a smile; fingernails scratched over the tuft of fur Kirara's neck, her body slinking down on the taiji-ya's chest with an appeased purr.
Time seemed to slow as Sango's fingers slowed to a lethargic stop. Half-lidded red eyes watched over her until the throes of sleep finally snatched her away.
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Dreams are a funny thing.
They let you do exactly what you wish to do and be who you wish to be. They can tell you what you want to hear and what you refuse to listen to.
Except, you never get to remember everything when you wake up and none of it has really happened.
But as I did mention before, Fate has a sense of humor.
And occasionally people remember parts of dreams...
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The water was as still as glass in the calm lake that ran along side her. A gentle breeze blew, making tiny ripples in its wake, only to die away and let the water return to glass. Kirara trampled along in the tall grasses at the other side of her.
The sky was a quilt of oranges and pinks with patches of deep blues and purples in between made by the heavy clouds which dangled overhead.
Sango sat down upon the sloping shore, slipping her sandals off to dip her toes into the murky water. It was cool, sending shivers down her spine as it pulled the soreness from her feet.
Exhausted, she lay back onto the shore closing her eyes and relishing the coolness of the water, as Kirara settled herself on the ground beside her.
Only the cat could see their reflections in the pool. The little bit of the Taiji-ya's feet which hung out over the sand. And the pale face with lavender eye that smirked back up at her.
If cats could really smile...
Chapter 7
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Forum plug! Are you a new fan to the Sango/Miroku pairing? Or perhaps even a writer? Think there's more to Miroku than just some random hentai-ness? Or perhaps that Sango needs to learn that denial is not just a river in Egypt? If so, then, please join in the discussion at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sangomiroku/
Thank you to my reviewers...you keep me writing and creating new ideas. I appreciate the time you all take.
And for those of you who can draw (which is a guarantee you'll do better than me), I'm going to start a contest to draw Fate. You get absolute free reign in whatever you think she looks like, especially since I haven't described her at all. There will be a prize...but I have to find one first. ^_^*
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean abuse him in this fic. ^_-
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They had entered the village nearly two hours ago. Although it seemed that she was so tired that her feet could no longer carry her, sleep had yet to capture her. Her mind just kept wandering.
Kohaku...and Houshi-sama.
It seemed very unfair that both of them had died almost at the same time.
She felt completely and utterly lost...but somehow not at the same time. Kagome, Inuyasha and Shippou...they were still there with her, fighting just as they normally did, only a little quieter, almost as if they were afraid of upsetting her. Even Kirara was curled up unusually close to her in warm, furry ball, pressed right against the soft cloth at her side. The warmth the little cat gave off was a much needed comfort Sango absently ran her fingers through the cat's silky golden fur, as it softly purred its gratitude.
And Houshi-sama...well, he seemed to have disappeared somewhere, but he had been haunting her. Unless, she really had gone crazy. Though, to her, that lech was not the most comforting ghost she could have had haunting her.
`Where did he go, anyways?' Sango frowned into the darkness, her arms crossing over her belly. `This is almost as irritating as him haunting me. Why does he always have to be such a sukebe?' She fumed silently, tapping her fingers impatiently at her elbows.
Kirara loomed over her face, her slightly wet nose patting Sango's cheek lightly. Large, red, inquisitive eyes were staring back at her.
Looking at her curious companion, it was hard for Sango to suppress a smile; fingernails scratched over the tuft of fur Kirara's neck, her body slinking down on the taiji-ya's chest with an appeased purr.
Time seemed to slow as Sango's fingers slowed to a lethargic stop. Half-lidded red eyes watched over her until the throes of sleep finally snatched her away.
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Dreams are a funny thing.
They let you do exactly what you wish to do and be who you wish to be. They can tell you what you want to hear and what you refuse to listen to.
Except, you never get to remember everything when you wake up and none of it has really happened.
But as I did mention before, Fate has a sense of humor.
And occasionally people remember parts of dreams...
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The water was as still as glass in the calm lake that ran along side her. A gentle breeze blew, making tiny ripples in its wake, only to die away and let the water return to glass. Kirara trampled along in the tall grasses at the other side of her.
The sky was a quilt of oranges and pinks with patches of deep blues and purples in between made by the heavy clouds which dangled overhead.
Sango sat down upon the sloping shore, slipping her sandals off to dip her toes into the murky water. It was cool, sending shivers down her spine as it pulled the soreness from her feet.
Exhausted, she lay back onto the shore closing her eyes and relishing the coolness of the water, as Kirara settled herself on the ground beside her.
Only the cat could see their reflections in the pool. The little bit of the Taiji-ya's feet which hung out over the sand. And the pale face with lavender eye that smirked back up at her.
If cats could really smile...