Sango's Memory
Chapter 4
By: Assassin-Girl

Disclaimer: Again...Don't own Inuyasha...

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"Kaede, Sango is going to be alright, right?" Kagome asked.

"Don't worry Kagome. She's strong. A mere fever isn't going to do her any strong damage or anything." Kaede put a cool cloth over Sango's forehead. She murmured something and turned to her right side.

"Do you think it's just a normal fever and not something, uh, like a spirit occupying her body?"

"Yes Kagome. Besides, I'm sure that you would sense the evil spirit more than I if there actually were one in her body."

"But – "

"Kagome, don't worry. Sango won't die because of a mere fever. If she's not better by another day, or week, then that'll be a problem. Now, why don't you go outside and get tell the boys to get more cool water."

Kagome nodded.

Outside

Miroku paced in front of the house. Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left...

"Miroku, would you stop pacing." It wasn't a question.

"I can't," Miroku replied.

"Why ever not?!" Inuyasha asked.

"Because I'm filled with worry."

"Look, Sango's strong, she's been through poison, faced death, fought demons including me, and is tough. She won't die by a little fever! Besides, she'd lose face if she does die by a fever instead of dying like a warrior."

"Ah. I know. But you see, since I'm not a female I can't go in and see her until she's well. So I'm stuck here, with boring male company – "

"What'd ya say?!"

" – fretting and worrying over sweet Sango who's lost her memory. I can be comforting, holding her, her body covered in perspiration, while she speaks incoherently so that I can't understand what she's saying exactly. I've helped with fever-stricken people before on my travels before you guys came along, so I know how to take care of her. Feeding her, clothing her, and bathing her would give me the most of delight. It's such a shame that I'm not allowed."

"Miroku, you make me sick. How can you be thinking such thoughts when she's sick?" Kagome criticized from the door.

"Ah, Kagome, how's Sango? Is she better? Can I offer any assistance inside?" Miroku asked sweetly, not answering Kagome's question because he didn't need to.

In return, Kagome glared at Miroku. He backed down, taking the message. "No, we're fine inside. However, you can go and lug up more water." Kagome put down the two buckets that she had been carrying. She went back inside, and then stuck her head out and yelled to Miroku who had started to grab the buckets, "Oh, and don't come inside once you've lugged them up. Can you just put them outside of the door and yell in so that we'd know? Thanks."

"You know, why didn't she ask you to get the water instead? It'd be much better faster service," Miroku grumbled.

"Because Miroku, I can protect them better and won't be a danger to 'sweet Sango who's lost her memory'."

Three days later

Sango opened her eyes against the glare of fiery light across her eyes. She blinked and tried to turn to her left side, away from the sun. Except that she was too weak. She sighed. Even that took an effort.

She noticed something stirred in the corner of her eyes, but she ignored it, closing her eyes.

"Kaede," she heard someone whisper. Liable that it's Kagome, she thought. "I think that Sango's awake."

"Let's see. You don't have to whisper, she's awake just like you said. I'm sure that she can hear you. Sango, do you want something?"

Sango felt someone's hand on her head. "Her fever's broken down. That was really quick, quicker than the average human. Amazing. What was that Sango?" Kagome asked.

Water. She tried to speak, except that her throat and mouth felt dry, and they probably were. "W-wh-wa-wa-er..."

"Kaede? What do you think she's trying to say?"

"From the way she's speaking, child, I'm guessing that what she wants is water."

"Oh, sorry Sango."

A little later, her thirst was quenched. She had also had some soup and felt a little bit stronger. "Kagome, can you help me sit up?"

Like a mother hen, Kagome worried over that, then she helped her up after Kaede said that it would be okay.

Someone burst in. It was Miroku, Shippo right behind him, followed by Inuyasha. "Sango!" he reached for her hands, she was too weak to resist this contact with him. "How are you? Are you okay? Do you want me to do something for you? What about massaging your foot? What about your back? How about feeding you? What about clothing? I'm so worried about you. Did you know that I fretted over every second, minute, hour, and day? I don't know what I would've done if you'd died!" He leaned over and put his head against her chest. Sango froze; a little bit dazed at what he was doing right now and how he had asked so many questions quickly.

"Uh..." she barely knew where to start. "I'm fine. I'm okay. No, I don't think I want you to do anything, including putting your face on my chest – "

She heard muffled noises. Sango glanced up at their audience. Inuyasha and Kagome's head were together, their shoulder shaking. Shippo was looking at them and back to her and Miroku, then at Kaede. "What's so funny?" he asked, not getting it.

"Nothing." Kagome said.

"Everything." Inuyasha said at the same time.

Inuyasha and Kagome glanced at each other, and then fell into peals of laughter. Sango, same like Shippo, didn't know what was so funny, but from the way the two had explained things shortly, she guessed that it was because of her and Miroku. She felt Miroku's head slide down her chest. And for the second time because of Miroku, she blushed, then looked down at his head.

Miroku's head sat in Sango's cloth covered lap, his body sprawled on the floor beside her. He had released her hands, which were now lying atop of his shoulders. She also noticed that Miroku was smiling, and a tender wave washed, well it felt like that, over her as she watched him.

It's such a nice feeling, she thought. So different from all that cold mysterious darkness that she had gotten used to but not comfortable with. Not dark, but light and warm.

It was refreshing, this warmth and laughter that surrounded her. She wondered if she could keep it and at the same time figure out the things that were worrying her without endangering them. Probably not, she thought.

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Um... 'kay, finished with the fourth chapter. Review this story of mine! Thanks reviewers!