Note: I am so sorry for making you guys wait. But semester finals got in the way, and then
Christmas. But I have just finished the story and I'm excited beyond compare. So anywho, thanks
for waiting.
Disclaimer: These song lyrics doesn't belong to me, they belong to John Denver, and its called
"Annie's Song". Check through your parents old albums and see if you can find this song because
the music makes it sound even more cool. I fell in love with it when I heard it. (Pretend it's
Miroku singing to Sango.)
* * * * * * * * * * *
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again.
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love again.
Silhouetted against the glowing horizon, her gaunt, weary eyes sparkled as she cradled her
son to her heart.
...and dream clouds float in the air...
"Miroku..."
The decaying cherry blossoms kissed her sunken cheeks, her youthful beauty surrendering to
the evil inside. She opened her mouth to speak.
"One day soon, Miroku... I will die." With large uncomprehending eyes, her black-haired,
ten-year-old son stared at the bravery, the bravery that was slowly failing her. "It will be hard, but
don't let it get the best of you..."
"Mom?"
"Shhhh....," she sighed, her ebony hair falling over the boys chubby face. "One day, my son,
you will find someone who will mean the world to you. One day, someone will love you as much
as I do."
The sky darkened and shifted behind Lady Sakura's face. Her sapphire eyes melted to a
chocolate brown as her face strengthened and morphed into that of a young lady's.
"Miroku?" the figure whispered.
The withered cherry blossoms in Sakura's hair brightened with new life. Beautiful and fresh,
the blossoms adorned the figure's long hair. "How are you feeling?"
The heavy veil of his dream lifted itself from Miroku's eyes to let in the first burst of real
sunlight he'd felt in days, seeping in though the cabin's rafters. And the young lady sitting beside
him, her injured legs spread out before her, was Sango. What more beautiful sight could he have
asked to see when he awoke from his concussion?
"Sango? Why are you awake? You're body is strong, but you need rest."
The slayer smiled slightly. "I know. But I haven't been able to sleep since Inuyasha brought me
back from the castle. I-... um. I've been too worried about you."
Miroku was taken aback. Sango was worried about him?
"How is your arm?" she asked.
The monk looked down at his bandaged arm where his bone had been crushed by Sango's
weapon. "I still can't feel anything below my elbow. Heh... funny how Naraku seems to have it
out for my arms."
Sango smiled at the monk's attempt to laugh in a painful situation. Suddenly she frowned at the
remembrance of Kagome's words after examining Miroku's arm: "The nerve in his arm was
shattered from the blow, Sango. He may never use that arm below the elbow again."
Oh, Miroku, she thought. How could you have let this happen to you? Don't you know I hate
to see you this way?
Sango watched as Miroku's tired eyes closed, his strong chest rising and falling. She had never
felt a love like this before; a fluttering, giddy feeling in her chest. She could never breath or talk
right around Miroku, he was just too good to be true. Sango felt embarassingly foolish for feeling
this way when he probably only saw her as nothing more than a good companion in return.
"The cherry trees bloomed early this year," Miroku's voice cracked through the silence,
interrupting her thoughts. She noticed he was referring to the crown of pink blossoms laced in her
hair that Shippou had make and delivered to her that moring as a "get well" present.
The monk's gaze shifted vaguely to a dark corner of Kaede's hut as though remembering a
forbidden past. "My mother used to wear them in her hair every spring."
Sango felt uneasy as she had only heard Miroku talk about his father... but never about his
mother. "You never told me about her."
"She was the sort of person angels look to as an example. Not to say she didn't have a
mischievous streak. I just wish she hadn't died."
"When-"
"My tenth winter," Miroku stated with a hint of bitterness. "A demon spirit possessed her and
she was too weak to fight it off."
A deafening silence formed between the two.
"You remind me of my mother, Sango. She was perfect."
Sango's head rushed in a dizzying whirlpool as she attempted to absorb Miroku's compliment.
She thought, Did he just say what I think he said? He must really be sick in the head.
The monk watched Sango's eyes widen in wonder. This angel, this woman whom he wanted to
spend eternity with... Miroku had placed his life on the chance that Sango would love him in
return... Without her love in return.... his broken soul would die.
He could no longer bear his own silence. His heart was bursting with the hope that she would
say yes...
"Sango."
"What?" Her voice shook when Miroku grabbed her hand.
"I love you... a lot... I can't explain how deeply I've felt about you since our last months of
traveling together. I don't want you to ever leave my side. I've been so broken since my parents'
deaths... but when I'm around you, I heal. Little by little, I reclaim my life as I realize I need a
radiant, beautiful woman like you in my life to complete me... You glow with the light of life,
Sango."
Sango's heart stopped in absolute shock. As though she couldn't pull herself to believe Miroku
had just poured his heart out to her, she numbly thought, This has to be a dream. My hopes and
fantasies are making me hillucinate!
Miroku wavered and decided to continue with his confession. "You see this place beside me,
Sango?" he placed his hand on the mat next to him. "This is where you belong, at my side. This
connection between us is very special. I want to live every day knowing I will wake up to see
your beauty."
The monk closed his eyes and braced himself for a whack across the head or screams of get
your hands off me!" After a few moments, he heard only the small, tinkling cry a little child. He
opened his eyes to see Sango crying, tears gushing down her cheeks.
In her chest, the pure, innocent joy of his words bounded in her head and spread through her
veins. She was rejoicing... and crying! Miroku loved her! This wasn't just a one way crush! He
really, really loved her!
Sango grabbed her monk's broken arm and pressed the palm to her wet cheek. She
thought: I will heal you my monk. Forever, you will be mine.
"When I lost my family, I had nothing but a mindless quest for the jewel shards and a
couple good friends," she said. " I believed if I kept my emotions numb, I would never care for
anyone the way I cared for my family, and thus stop myself from ever being heart-broken again.
But being near you takes my breath away and gives me joy again. I have a secret, Miroku, and for
so long, I've been too scared to tell you... I love you, too."
...and together we can heal...
"I don't ever want you to leave me," she said looking intently into his eyes. "I never
thought I could be this happy again, but you always make me laugh. Being with people who care
about me has made me realize that I can move on."
"Oh, Sango," the monk whispered breathlessly as he swept her body into his arms and
kissed her lips.
Feelings of indescribable joy surged between the two young lovers; each knowing that
they had attained that which they'd deemed impossible. A long-sought desire was being fulfilled,
racing through the depths of each other's souls and returning to that kiss...
... that vow of togetherness...
... that kiss...
Like a thorn grating on the corners of her memory, Sango remembered a scene that
loomed like a putrid scent. Pulling away from Miroku, she stared into her lap, embarrassed by her
suddeness.
"Sango, what's wrong?"
Sango opened her mouth to speak, but Miroku already knew what she was thinking:
"Sadako."
"Yes. Sadako."
Miroku glanced up above and prayed for guidance: Gods put the right words in my mouth
to explain how I feel.
"Sango. I've done some incredibly immature things in my life. Kissing Sadako was my
biggest. I was desperate for the attention of a woman and... at the time I felt like the person that
meant the world to me didn't care for me."
"Miroku..." she whispered in a pained voice.
"I would choose you a thousand times over any other woman alive. You're different
from them, Sango. The other women I've been with were weak and fickle. You are strong,
Sango. And I love you for that. Please, forgive me. You'll always be first in my heart, even if you
say no: Will you be my wife?"
Sango sighed and laid her head on Miroku's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You saved my life while putting your own life in danger, Miroku." she gingerly stroked his
bandaged arm. "What more could I ask from you? Yes, without a doubt, I will be your wife. I
love you more that you can ever imagine."
As she softly kissed his neck and ran her hands through his bangs, she could feel her
husband-to-be smiling from ear to ear.
For a moment, they held each other as a unit of togetherness, a family, a couple, content
with the love they held between them, and with their joy that reached the corners of the universe...
"Miroku?" Sango asked suddenly.
"What is it?"
As fast as lightning, Sango whipped her head up, grabbed the neck of his robe in balled
fists, and said with demonic fierceness, "Your heart belongs to me now, Miroku. That means
you're only a lover with me, and I don't ever want to ever catch you with someone else! Do you
understand?!"
Miroku nodded fiercely in surprise. After a few moments of an awkward pause, they both
fell on their sides, laughing hysterically while their ribs ached in pain. He grabbed Sango's waist
and swept her into another memorable kiss.
This marraige, he could tell, would be one of laughter, love, intimacy, and faithfulness.
Caring and forceful, he thought. That's the way I love her.
My perfect mate, she mused. I will never let you go.
Note: Yes! Yes! It's done! And I am so happy! Please review, I need to know what you think!
And thanks so much to those who've already reviewed. You guys are great. The next fanfic im
going to write will be a Yuyu Hakusho story about Youko Kurama. I've already started working
on it but don't expect anything for a couple of months. Bye!
Christmas. But I have just finished the story and I'm excited beyond compare. So anywho, thanks
for waiting.
Disclaimer: These song lyrics doesn't belong to me, they belong to John Denver, and its called
"Annie's Song". Check through your parents old albums and see if you can find this song because
the music makes it sound even more cool. I fell in love with it when I heard it. (Pretend it's
Miroku singing to Sango.)
* * * * * * * * * * *
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again.
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your arms
Let me lay down beside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come love again.
Silhouetted against the glowing horizon, her gaunt, weary eyes sparkled as she cradled her
son to her heart.
...and dream clouds float in the air...
"Miroku..."
The decaying cherry blossoms kissed her sunken cheeks, her youthful beauty surrendering to
the evil inside. She opened her mouth to speak.
"One day soon, Miroku... I will die." With large uncomprehending eyes, her black-haired,
ten-year-old son stared at the bravery, the bravery that was slowly failing her. "It will be hard, but
don't let it get the best of you..."
"Mom?"
"Shhhh....," she sighed, her ebony hair falling over the boys chubby face. "One day, my son,
you will find someone who will mean the world to you. One day, someone will love you as much
as I do."
The sky darkened and shifted behind Lady Sakura's face. Her sapphire eyes melted to a
chocolate brown as her face strengthened and morphed into that of a young lady's.
"Miroku?" the figure whispered.
The withered cherry blossoms in Sakura's hair brightened with new life. Beautiful and fresh,
the blossoms adorned the figure's long hair. "How are you feeling?"
The heavy veil of his dream lifted itself from Miroku's eyes to let in the first burst of real
sunlight he'd felt in days, seeping in though the cabin's rafters. And the young lady sitting beside
him, her injured legs spread out before her, was Sango. What more beautiful sight could he have
asked to see when he awoke from his concussion?
"Sango? Why are you awake? You're body is strong, but you need rest."
The slayer smiled slightly. "I know. But I haven't been able to sleep since Inuyasha brought me
back from the castle. I-... um. I've been too worried about you."
Miroku was taken aback. Sango was worried about him?
"How is your arm?" she asked.
The monk looked down at his bandaged arm where his bone had been crushed by Sango's
weapon. "I still can't feel anything below my elbow. Heh... funny how Naraku seems to have it
out for my arms."
Sango smiled at the monk's attempt to laugh in a painful situation. Suddenly she frowned at the
remembrance of Kagome's words after examining Miroku's arm: "The nerve in his arm was
shattered from the blow, Sango. He may never use that arm below the elbow again."
Oh, Miroku, she thought. How could you have let this happen to you? Don't you know I hate
to see you this way?
Sango watched as Miroku's tired eyes closed, his strong chest rising and falling. She had never
felt a love like this before; a fluttering, giddy feeling in her chest. She could never breath or talk
right around Miroku, he was just too good to be true. Sango felt embarassingly foolish for feeling
this way when he probably only saw her as nothing more than a good companion in return.
"The cherry trees bloomed early this year," Miroku's voice cracked through the silence,
interrupting her thoughts. She noticed he was referring to the crown of pink blossoms laced in her
hair that Shippou had make and delivered to her that moring as a "get well" present.
The monk's gaze shifted vaguely to a dark corner of Kaede's hut as though remembering a
forbidden past. "My mother used to wear them in her hair every spring."
Sango felt uneasy as she had only heard Miroku talk about his father... but never about his
mother. "You never told me about her."
"She was the sort of person angels look to as an example. Not to say she didn't have a
mischievous streak. I just wish she hadn't died."
"When-"
"My tenth winter," Miroku stated with a hint of bitterness. "A demon spirit possessed her and
she was too weak to fight it off."
A deafening silence formed between the two.
"You remind me of my mother, Sango. She was perfect."
Sango's head rushed in a dizzying whirlpool as she attempted to absorb Miroku's compliment.
She thought, Did he just say what I think he said? He must really be sick in the head.
The monk watched Sango's eyes widen in wonder. This angel, this woman whom he wanted to
spend eternity with... Miroku had placed his life on the chance that Sango would love him in
return... Without her love in return.... his broken soul would die.
He could no longer bear his own silence. His heart was bursting with the hope that she would
say yes...
"Sango."
"What?" Her voice shook when Miroku grabbed her hand.
"I love you... a lot... I can't explain how deeply I've felt about you since our last months of
traveling together. I don't want you to ever leave my side. I've been so broken since my parents'
deaths... but when I'm around you, I heal. Little by little, I reclaim my life as I realize I need a
radiant, beautiful woman like you in my life to complete me... You glow with the light of life,
Sango."
Sango's heart stopped in absolute shock. As though she couldn't pull herself to believe Miroku
had just poured his heart out to her, she numbly thought, This has to be a dream. My hopes and
fantasies are making me hillucinate!
Miroku wavered and decided to continue with his confession. "You see this place beside me,
Sango?" he placed his hand on the mat next to him. "This is where you belong, at my side. This
connection between us is very special. I want to live every day knowing I will wake up to see
your beauty."
The monk closed his eyes and braced himself for a whack across the head or screams of get
your hands off me!" After a few moments, he heard only the small, tinkling cry a little child. He
opened his eyes to see Sango crying, tears gushing down her cheeks.
In her chest, the pure, innocent joy of his words bounded in her head and spread through her
veins. She was rejoicing... and crying! Miroku loved her! This wasn't just a one way crush! He
really, really loved her!
Sango grabbed her monk's broken arm and pressed the palm to her wet cheek. She
thought: I will heal you my monk. Forever, you will be mine.
"When I lost my family, I had nothing but a mindless quest for the jewel shards and a
couple good friends," she said. " I believed if I kept my emotions numb, I would never care for
anyone the way I cared for my family, and thus stop myself from ever being heart-broken again.
But being near you takes my breath away and gives me joy again. I have a secret, Miroku, and for
so long, I've been too scared to tell you... I love you, too."
...and together we can heal...
"I don't ever want you to leave me," she said looking intently into his eyes. "I never
thought I could be this happy again, but you always make me laugh. Being with people who care
about me has made me realize that I can move on."
"Oh, Sango," the monk whispered breathlessly as he swept her body into his arms and
kissed her lips.
Feelings of indescribable joy surged between the two young lovers; each knowing that
they had attained that which they'd deemed impossible. A long-sought desire was being fulfilled,
racing through the depths of each other's souls and returning to that kiss...
... that vow of togetherness...
... that kiss...
Like a thorn grating on the corners of her memory, Sango remembered a scene that
loomed like a putrid scent. Pulling away from Miroku, she stared into her lap, embarrassed by her
suddeness.
"Sango, what's wrong?"
Sango opened her mouth to speak, but Miroku already knew what she was thinking:
"Sadako."
"Yes. Sadako."
Miroku glanced up above and prayed for guidance: Gods put the right words in my mouth
to explain how I feel.
"Sango. I've done some incredibly immature things in my life. Kissing Sadako was my
biggest. I was desperate for the attention of a woman and... at the time I felt like the person that
meant the world to me didn't care for me."
"Miroku..." she whispered in a pained voice.
"I would choose you a thousand times over any other woman alive. You're different
from them, Sango. The other women I've been with were weak and fickle. You are strong,
Sango. And I love you for that. Please, forgive me. You'll always be first in my heart, even if you
say no: Will you be my wife?"
Sango sighed and laid her head on Miroku's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You saved my life while putting your own life in danger, Miroku." she gingerly stroked his
bandaged arm. "What more could I ask from you? Yes, without a doubt, I will be your wife. I
love you more that you can ever imagine."
As she softly kissed his neck and ran her hands through his bangs, she could feel her
husband-to-be smiling from ear to ear.
For a moment, they held each other as a unit of togetherness, a family, a couple, content
with the love they held between them, and with their joy that reached the corners of the universe...
"Miroku?" Sango asked suddenly.
"What is it?"
As fast as lightning, Sango whipped her head up, grabbed the neck of his robe in balled
fists, and said with demonic fierceness, "Your heart belongs to me now, Miroku. That means
you're only a lover with me, and I don't ever want to ever catch you with someone else! Do you
understand?!"
Miroku nodded fiercely in surprise. After a few moments of an awkward pause, they both
fell on their sides, laughing hysterically while their ribs ached in pain. He grabbed Sango's waist
and swept her into another memorable kiss.
This marraige, he could tell, would be one of laughter, love, intimacy, and faithfulness.
Caring and forceful, he thought. That's the way I love her.
My perfect mate, she mused. I will never let you go.
Note: Yes! Yes! It's done! And I am so happy! Please review, I need to know what you think!
And thanks so much to those who've already reviewed. You guys are great. The next fanfic im
going to write will be a Yuyu Hakusho story about Youko Kurama. I've already started working
on it but don't expect anything for a couple of months. Bye!