I don't own... I just borrow them.
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A dim flicker of light rippled through the near palable darkness. Soft whisperes echoed within the void. To the houshi, all seemed so dull. What once was vivid, had become naught but a faded memory. Thoughts skidded along his mind, ignored as he struggled to keep himself alive.
A dull throb of pain raked through the darkness, as well as streak of light, as it washed through the distorted empty space the houshi inhabited. It was time to leave the dark, to come back to reality. His eyelids flutters, and his consciousness was regained. As woke he woke pain, and it dug its talons through his wound. With a grimace, Mirokus eyes clenched closed, and he wished he could again be consumed by the lulling darkness. Though the wish remained ungranted, as a sob tickled his ears. Hastily Miroku opened his eyes, and glanced around, his glance coming to rest upon the huddled figure beside him, that was oblivious to his awakening.
"Sango?" He noted dully they were alone, but the though was banished, before it had the opportunity to become soiled, because at his voice the taijiya looked up, wiping away the gleaming silver streaks from her cheeks, as he struggled to sit.
"You're alive..Kami-sama you're alive.. I thought... You haven't moved in a week...." Her face broke into a worried grin, and she found herself unable to protest, as the weary houshi wrapped his arms about her in a loose, and evidently weak embrace, muttering everything would be alright. His hands brushed soft patterns upon her back, and she burried her head into his chest, soft tears streaming again, and he fought to console her, his heart ripping as easily as paper at the sounds of her gental sobs.
Time passed rather quickly, as though wishing to leave them behind. When Sango pulled away, her face was free of the prior damp banner it worn. She offered a small smile to Miroku, who smiled in return. "Gomen..I ment never to worry you.."
"Did you mean what you said, Miroku?" Again the title had been forgotten, leaving the houshi to wonder when it would be returned. Sitting was beggining to become difficult, but he ignored the increasing viscous stabs of agony ripping throughout his chest.
"That I loved you? I did.. And do mean it." His gaze had fallen to the floor, and Sango frowned lightly. "If it was something you'd rather not have heard, then I appologise.." His words had lowered in volume, she noted, probably due to the exertion of speaking.
With a gental hand, she cupped his chin, lifting his head, so his gaze moved to her. "It would have better to have heard had I not been so close to loosing you... Miroku... You almost died... I couldn't tell you then, just to loose you.."
"Tell me what?" His thoughts were becoming hazy, and soon he would need rest again.
She hesitated, obviously contemplating the best way to tell him. "This." Her hand still upon her chin, she moved a bit closer, her lips brushing softly against his for a moment, leaving Miroku stunned. When she pulled away, she blinked her eyes open, to regard him. "You need to rest.."
The houshi nodded slightly, shocked even so. He leaned back, a smile beggining to grace his features.
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(I was going to end here, but since I didn't get a chance to update yesterday, I will continue..And if I did update yesterday, bonus for you!)
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Miroku was restless. He had been copped in Kaedes hut for two weeks since finally he had regained consciousness. A soft sigh escaped, as his gaze traveled back outside, to linger upon his friends enjoying their. "Oswari!"
Well almost a good time. Footsteps echoing behind him, he turned, to find Sango. A small smile alighted upon his face, as she seated herself at his side. "Cheer up. Kaede said you could return to the outdoors in two days. But you look like you'll never be allowed out again.."
The kiss had been their first, and was beggining to seem it would be their last. Something had to be done. Wincing, he laid down upon the pallet he had inhabbited since a week before awakening. The taijiyas features twisted into one of horror, and she turned to him, her hand finding his forehead quickly. "What happened?! Are you alright?" To her immense surprise, he grinned, taking her wrist, and wrenching softly, sending her sprawling on top of him. She blinked, finding her hand in his.
"I'm fine.." Rolling her eyes, she attempted to sit up, frowning when she found she couldn't.
"Would you mind letting me go?" She glanced at him, in time to see him nod.
"I would mind. Letting go has to be the hardest thing one can do..." 'So he's twisting my words.. Baka. But...Didn't it hurt when I fell on him? The wound is still pretty raw, because of the poison..'
"Miroku please.." The houshi sighed softly, releasing her from the mild embrace, as well as her wrist from his grasp. But before she could sit up, he planted a small kiss upon her cheek. She looked stunned when she sat up, her cheeks rivaling ripe strawberries everywhere. She didn't realise her hand still remained in his clutches, however, until she tried to use it. Blinking, she glanced at their entwined fingers, before looking back at him. He smiled innocently, as if had been she who taken his hand in hold, ratjher than the other way around.
The sheepish grin she couldn't ignore. A slow smile spread upon upon her face, and she chuckled softly, lighting his eyes. "It's wonderful to hear you laugh.."
Pulling him up, she allowed her hand to remain in his. Together they watched the others outside. Drawing him slightly closer, Sango rested her head softly upon Mirokus shoulder. "Miroku... I think I forgot to tell you...I... I love you, too..."
Smiling, the houshi gave her hand a soft squeeze, watching her more readily than the others.
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Well.. What do you think? In the next chapter, I will either detuor into a bit of fluff, or procede to more anst. Tell me what you think... Reveiw.
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A dim flicker of light rippled through the near palable darkness. Soft whisperes echoed within the void. To the houshi, all seemed so dull. What once was vivid, had become naught but a faded memory. Thoughts skidded along his mind, ignored as he struggled to keep himself alive.
A dull throb of pain raked through the darkness, as well as streak of light, as it washed through the distorted empty space the houshi inhabited. It was time to leave the dark, to come back to reality. His eyelids flutters, and his consciousness was regained. As woke he woke pain, and it dug its talons through his wound. With a grimace, Mirokus eyes clenched closed, and he wished he could again be consumed by the lulling darkness. Though the wish remained ungranted, as a sob tickled his ears. Hastily Miroku opened his eyes, and glanced around, his glance coming to rest upon the huddled figure beside him, that was oblivious to his awakening.
"Sango?" He noted dully they were alone, but the though was banished, before it had the opportunity to become soiled, because at his voice the taijiya looked up, wiping away the gleaming silver streaks from her cheeks, as he struggled to sit.
"You're alive..Kami-sama you're alive.. I thought... You haven't moved in a week...." Her face broke into a worried grin, and she found herself unable to protest, as the weary houshi wrapped his arms about her in a loose, and evidently weak embrace, muttering everything would be alright. His hands brushed soft patterns upon her back, and she burried her head into his chest, soft tears streaming again, and he fought to console her, his heart ripping as easily as paper at the sounds of her gental sobs.
Time passed rather quickly, as though wishing to leave them behind. When Sango pulled away, her face was free of the prior damp banner it worn. She offered a small smile to Miroku, who smiled in return. "Gomen..I ment never to worry you.."
"Did you mean what you said, Miroku?" Again the title had been forgotten, leaving the houshi to wonder when it would be returned. Sitting was beggining to become difficult, but he ignored the increasing viscous stabs of agony ripping throughout his chest.
"That I loved you? I did.. And do mean it." His gaze had fallen to the floor, and Sango frowned lightly. "If it was something you'd rather not have heard, then I appologise.." His words had lowered in volume, she noted, probably due to the exertion of speaking.
With a gental hand, she cupped his chin, lifting his head, so his gaze moved to her. "It would have better to have heard had I not been so close to loosing you... Miroku... You almost died... I couldn't tell you then, just to loose you.."
"Tell me what?" His thoughts were becoming hazy, and soon he would need rest again.
She hesitated, obviously contemplating the best way to tell him. "This." Her hand still upon her chin, she moved a bit closer, her lips brushing softly against his for a moment, leaving Miroku stunned. When she pulled away, she blinked her eyes open, to regard him. "You need to rest.."
The houshi nodded slightly, shocked even so. He leaned back, a smile beggining to grace his features.
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(I was going to end here, but since I didn't get a chance to update yesterday, I will continue..And if I did update yesterday, bonus for you!)
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Miroku was restless. He had been copped in Kaedes hut for two weeks since finally he had regained consciousness. A soft sigh escaped, as his gaze traveled back outside, to linger upon his friends enjoying their. "Oswari!"
Well almost a good time. Footsteps echoing behind him, he turned, to find Sango. A small smile alighted upon his face, as she seated herself at his side. "Cheer up. Kaede said you could return to the outdoors in two days. But you look like you'll never be allowed out again.."
The kiss had been their first, and was beggining to seem it would be their last. Something had to be done. Wincing, he laid down upon the pallet he had inhabbited since a week before awakening. The taijiyas features twisted into one of horror, and she turned to him, her hand finding his forehead quickly. "What happened?! Are you alright?" To her immense surprise, he grinned, taking her wrist, and wrenching softly, sending her sprawling on top of him. She blinked, finding her hand in his.
"I'm fine.." Rolling her eyes, she attempted to sit up, frowning when she found she couldn't.
"Would you mind letting me go?" She glanced at him, in time to see him nod.
"I would mind. Letting go has to be the hardest thing one can do..." 'So he's twisting my words.. Baka. But...Didn't it hurt when I fell on him? The wound is still pretty raw, because of the poison..'
"Miroku please.." The houshi sighed softly, releasing her from the mild embrace, as well as her wrist from his grasp. But before she could sit up, he planted a small kiss upon her cheek. She looked stunned when she sat up, her cheeks rivaling ripe strawberries everywhere. She didn't realise her hand still remained in his clutches, however, until she tried to use it. Blinking, she glanced at their entwined fingers, before looking back at him. He smiled innocently, as if had been she who taken his hand in hold, ratjher than the other way around.
The sheepish grin she couldn't ignore. A slow smile spread upon upon her face, and she chuckled softly, lighting his eyes. "It's wonderful to hear you laugh.."
Pulling him up, she allowed her hand to remain in his. Together they watched the others outside. Drawing him slightly closer, Sango rested her head softly upon Mirokus shoulder. "Miroku... I think I forgot to tell you...I... I love you, too..."
Smiling, the houshi gave her hand a soft squeeze, watching her more readily than the others.
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Well.. What do you think? In the next chapter, I will either detuor into a bit of fluff, or procede to more anst. Tell me what you think... Reveiw.