Disclaimer: Isn't the whole idea of even having a disclaimer making it obvious enough that I don't own Inuyasha? Oy
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Author's Note: Oh my gosh, I'm soooooo sorry!!! I'm so terrible T_T I can't believe I haven't posted for over a month. Truth is, I've had this chapter done for quite a while now. I just hate how cliché it is. Also, this chapter sucks! I hate it, yuck!!! It's sooo boring and pointless! *Sigh* I suck, no matter how much I try, I just can't handle killing off any of my favorite characters. I mean, want me to kill Koharu? I'm all for it! Shima? No problem. But, I just can't kill Sango… or Miroku ^^;; (I feel bad ever hurting Miroku, weird, I know). Anyways, I'm sooo sorry for the long wait. Oh, one more thing- thanks to SM together for e-mailing me and snapping me back into reality. Otherwise, who knows how long I would have waited before posting, ne? Read her Sango/Miroku fics, they rock ^__^ R&R ~.^
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Irony – Chapter 13…
…Awake…
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Three days.
It had been three whole days that he had stayed beside her, waiting for her eyes to open. He hadn't left her side- not even for a second. He hadn't slept nor ate. Kagome had tried bringing him food and water, trying to convince him to get some rest, but he declined absently.
Miroku sighed as he covered Sango with a warm wool blanket. He, himself was freezing. The temperature was so low that he could see the air in front of his face as he exhaled. The heavy rain outside hadn't stopped pouring ever since they had temporarily settled into the tiny hut on the outskirts of the forest three days ago. It wasn't too large or comfortable, but it had two rooms and wasn't falling apart despite the howling strong winds. Good enough.
Miroku quickly glanced down as the taijiya let out a low whimper. Her face contorted into a pained expression.
Are her wounds hurting her? A bad dream?
The houshi bent forward, planting a light kiss on her forehead. She was burning up…
He took a wet piece of fabric and placed it carefully on her forehead to help lower the fever. At contact, her features relaxed slightly. But Miroku remained still, in the same position, kneeling beside her. As he watched her, his lips upturned to a light smile. Sango had always amazed him- not only as a fighter, but also as a woman.
Even in the condition she was in. Even after living through a near-death experience, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
He continued gazing at her intently, as his thoughts wandered three days back.
"I wanted you to live…" were the last words she had said to him before passing out.
He just couldn't understand…
Did she really do this to herself for me?...
As he was pondering, Miroku hadn't even noticed his face accidentally drawing closer to hers. Before he knew it, their noses were barely touching.
All the urges he stopped himself from acting upon that he had ever since he met her…
The fact that she was always so close and yet so far away from him…
All the reasons for why he had restrained himself from doing anything. In the end, if it hadn't been for Naraku, he wouldn't have the Kazaana. If he didn't have the Kazaana, he and Sango could be free to do as they pleased, get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. He wouldn't have to be afraid of hurting her. He wouldn't have to fear dying and leaving her all alone with a newborn baby. And yet…
If it hadn't been for Naraku in the first place…
If Naraku hadn't tricked Kikyou and Inuyasha into betraying one another…
If Naraku had never slaughtered Sango's village and set her brother- Kohaku against her…
If Naraku never cursed my family with the Kazaana…
That's when realization finally hit him. If it wasn't for everything that had happened, all the pain and suffering…
Myself, Inuyasha, Kagome, Shippou, Kirara, and… Sango…
Naraku, the one that all of them hated most had brought them all together.
Now that's irony.
Miroku sighed. What the heck? She would never know, right? No harm done.
He shut his eyes as his lips just barely brushed against Sango's. For just that brief moment, he melted inside. There were no words to describe how he felt when their lips touched, even if it was just for a second. The feeling was amazing. Slowly, and reluctantly, Miroku pulled away. He opened his eyes to find Sango staring back at him in shock, her cheeks the hue of a bright red tomato. Seeing her awake and alive, happiness and relief washed over him as he stared back at her. After waiting three days, he had started fearing the worst. Fearing that she might never wake up again. That she might die. And yet, here she was looking straight at him.
Even as injured as she was, he surely expected her to slap him for kissing her…
And yet, she only smiled.
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A/N # 2: OMG I'm so sorry -once again- that this chapter sucked and took so long to post. And it was so short, ugh!! I'm ashamed of myself. Though, I'm warning you people, next chapter is major WAFF alert. It's going to be wayyy too mushy for my likes- definitely vomit-worthy. LoL, Just letting you people know. ^__^ Thanks for reading, please review! ^-^ Plus, next chapter is probably the last one T_T *sniff sniff* (Some or you might be happy though, who knows lol) . Though I do have a couple of fics that I'm working on currently, I'll probably post those soon after I finished posting this story.
Next Chapter: *E*p*i*l*o*g*u*e*
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Ja ne! ~Sango_to_Miroku~
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