Okay, sorry I haven't updated this story in a while but I have been working on the sequel to Admitting to Love. It's called Broken Love so read it and tell me what you think! Anyway, here is that Miroku I said I'd give you. It will be kind of short because I have to leave to go to rehearsal soon okay? Please don't kill me.

And now.

~ The Thoughts of a Hanyou, The Dreams of a Girl- Hidden Love ~

Miroku's Pov

"Will you bear my child?" *slap* There goes another one. True, it is perverted and I have grown to almost enjoy my job as the Hentai Priest, but the reason for it is not optional.
It's not my fault that I have this cursed Air Void on my hand. Yes it has proved as a good battle tool but that's all it contributes. No excellence but that can come from this, and even that is not full-proof.
I think of this tear with sorrow. One day, I will die by my own weapon. It is strange to think that I have almost planned my death. I feel sorry for the others, not knowing how it will end.
Mostly, I grieve for Sango. She has lost so many that she loved and cared for and she almost lost herself. Sometimes I feel like we have saved Sango by giving her friends. She lost her old ones so we opened ourselves and let her join the gang of warriors who want to destroy Naraku or die trying.
It is strange how she has not noticed. I will stare at her for hours at a time and she will not realize that she has an admirer. And gods do I admire. She is beautiful and strong and has morals that she holds true to.
Truth be told, I really do love Sango. She may not know it, but I do.

Short and sweet! Now please review!!!!!!!!