Huzzah... New instalment.. You must all be so happy..I am. :)
I still don't own them, so feh.
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Deja vu. His mind screamed it. There was too mush happening in reality as had happened in his dream. So Miroku merely continued to gape at the Taijiya, who was obviously getting angery. 'She -cannot- love me! It wasn't fair to her. But... What if she wants to? What if she doesn't care if loving me could end in dispair, provided Naraku wasn't slain?'
His thought began to drift into a darkner tone, as he tightened his hold about her slightly. 'What if the curse was misinterpreted. What if killing Naraku will not remove the kazaana? What if it merely causes and child I have from inheriting it upon my death? What if they have to see what I did, because if it?' He frowned. With sickness came sorrow, so it seemed.
Sango seemed alert to his distress. Pulling back slightly, she noted the place of his gaze. It lingered upon his hand. His -right- hand. "Miroku...Everything will be alright. Life has a way of working things out."
It seemed odd, listening to consolations, rather than giving them. Even so, he lifted his gaze. "But what if we are an exception?"
She sighed heavily. "Then we have to live as well as we could.."
Suddenly he smiled. "You realise you missed something.. I never said I would change. Certainly my..Admiration of the female body..Will be less frequent, since there is no longer something to prevent, given it has happened...But..."
Sangos lips pursed. He didn't dare...A familiar touch upon her backside made her blood boil. Her face darkened. "You are ill. Therefor if you vaule your hand, you will remove it.." Her eye brow had bergun to twitch. A snarl erupted from her, when she glanced at the houshi. He was pretending to sleep. Her hand curled into a fist...
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At the well, birds suddenly erupted from their perches upon the trees, as a loud wail rang around them. The sound was eery, but highly familiar.
Inuyasha sighed. "Mirokus awake."
Kagome nodded. "Sounds like it."
Shaking their heads, they continued whatever it was they had been doing, the midday sun beating upon them.
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Well atleast Miroku looked awake then. The baka. He was testing her, and she knew it. He was rubbing his sore carnation tinted cheek, tracing the painful handprint upon it. Sighing, he dropped his hand, glancing at Sango. "Gomen...."
Why was the houshi appologising? Raising a brow, she watched him. "For?"
"Doing as I never wanted. I made you sad, earlier." Her face fell. She hade hoped it was for doing that so soon. "Are you alright?" He was acting as if he had never groped her. Ooh... He would pay... All she needed was a scheme. Oh well.
"I'm fine." She rolled her eyes, looking away. A smirk settled upon her features. "Miroku.... You didn't know me in the least when you first groped me...Why did you do it?"
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Merf... Uh.. Reveiw.. Sorry this one's so short. I'm trying to fit my horde of mini plots into it.. But I'm not sure how yet.. So... Yeah.. If you have suggestions, feel free to submit them.
I still don't own them, so feh.
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Deja vu. His mind screamed it. There was too mush happening in reality as had happened in his dream. So Miroku merely continued to gape at the Taijiya, who was obviously getting angery. 'She -cannot- love me! It wasn't fair to her. But... What if she wants to? What if she doesn't care if loving me could end in dispair, provided Naraku wasn't slain?'
His thought began to drift into a darkner tone, as he tightened his hold about her slightly. 'What if the curse was misinterpreted. What if killing Naraku will not remove the kazaana? What if it merely causes and child I have from inheriting it upon my death? What if they have to see what I did, because if it?' He frowned. With sickness came sorrow, so it seemed.
Sango seemed alert to his distress. Pulling back slightly, she noted the place of his gaze. It lingered upon his hand. His -right- hand. "Miroku...Everything will be alright. Life has a way of working things out."
It seemed odd, listening to consolations, rather than giving them. Even so, he lifted his gaze. "But what if we are an exception?"
She sighed heavily. "Then we have to live as well as we could.."
Suddenly he smiled. "You realise you missed something.. I never said I would change. Certainly my..Admiration of the female body..Will be less frequent, since there is no longer something to prevent, given it has happened...But..."
Sangos lips pursed. He didn't dare...A familiar touch upon her backside made her blood boil. Her face darkened. "You are ill. Therefor if you vaule your hand, you will remove it.." Her eye brow had bergun to twitch. A snarl erupted from her, when she glanced at the houshi. He was pretending to sleep. Her hand curled into a fist...
****
At the well, birds suddenly erupted from their perches upon the trees, as a loud wail rang around them. The sound was eery, but highly familiar.
Inuyasha sighed. "Mirokus awake."
Kagome nodded. "Sounds like it."
Shaking their heads, they continued whatever it was they had been doing, the midday sun beating upon them.
****
Well atleast Miroku looked awake then. The baka. He was testing her, and she knew it. He was rubbing his sore carnation tinted cheek, tracing the painful handprint upon it. Sighing, he dropped his hand, glancing at Sango. "Gomen...."
Why was the houshi appologising? Raising a brow, she watched him. "For?"
"Doing as I never wanted. I made you sad, earlier." Her face fell. She hade hoped it was for doing that so soon. "Are you alright?" He was acting as if he had never groped her. Ooh... He would pay... All she needed was a scheme. Oh well.
"I'm fine." She rolled her eyes, looking away. A smirk settled upon her features. "Miroku.... You didn't know me in the least when you first groped me...Why did you do it?"
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Merf... Uh.. Reveiw.. Sorry this one's so short. I'm trying to fit my horde of mini plots into it.. But I'm not sure how yet.. So... Yeah.. If you have suggestions, feel free to submit them.