Chapter rating: PG-13 for angry Sango warning. *small children are suggested
to leave now*
Yep. There she was. Frenching Houshi. Whore. Stupid stupid whore.*GEEER*
Miroku stepped inside and let a sigh out of him lip gloss covered lips.
"Have a nice time Houshi?"
"Yep."
"That's good."
She pushed him out of the way causing a little yelp.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind, i'm going to Hojo's house."
"At 2:00 in the morning??!!"
"Why not? He's a wild boy..."
"Sango, I can't alow you to do such a thing. The competing with eachother has
gone far enough."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"This is just...to far. Sango, i'm sorry. I won't see Mary anymore if you
stop this."
Sango stopped.
"Wh....w....why would....I care anyway?"
He took her in his arms.
"I know you do Sango. Because lovers can tell eachothers feelings."
She gasped a little and looked up into his warm face.
"Miroku??!!"She gasped.
He was fading. Fading away with the rest of the world.
It was pitch black now, until a sharp ray of light came down.
"Ko....haku?"
"........."
Kohaku raised his arm, exposing his weapon. She was in her hunter's outfit.
"AAh..."she said, feeling the sharp blade cut into her arm, then her throat.
She couldn't breathe.
God..help..me.....someone, help me.....please!! She thought.
A staff was raised and she saw Miroku smiling down on her, protecting
her.
She slowly lost the image and was in her bed.
"Sango!!! Wake up!!! Sango-Chan!!! Wake up!!!"
Miroku and K Mom were on her bed. Apparently Sango had been having a dream.
After K mom went out of the bedroom she found her self face to face with him.
Houshi.
The kind face.
The wark touch.
The blue eyes.
The pure soul.
The fire burning in her soul.
Her shoulder to cry upon.
The one who cared most about her.
The perverted monk
who always found a way to make her jealous.
The only one she would get jealous for.
The one she denied.
The one she pitied.
The one girls fell for.
The one who would always be by her side.
The one who always protected her.
The one who shed tears for her.
Who she shed tears for.
Houshi.
The boy.
She.
Loved.
to leave now*
Yep. There she was. Frenching Houshi. Whore. Stupid stupid whore.*GEEER*
Miroku stepped inside and let a sigh out of him lip gloss covered lips.
"Have a nice time Houshi?"
"Yep."
"That's good."
She pushed him out of the way causing a little yelp.
"Now, if you wouldn't mind, i'm going to Hojo's house."
"At 2:00 in the morning??!!"
"Why not? He's a wild boy..."
"Sango, I can't alow you to do such a thing. The competing with eachother has
gone far enough."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"This is just...to far. Sango, i'm sorry. I won't see Mary anymore if you
stop this."
Sango stopped.
"Wh....w....why would....I care anyway?"
He took her in his arms.
"I know you do Sango. Because lovers can tell eachothers feelings."
She gasped a little and looked up into his warm face.
"Miroku??!!"She gasped.
He was fading. Fading away with the rest of the world.
It was pitch black now, until a sharp ray of light came down.
"Ko....haku?"
"........."
Kohaku raised his arm, exposing his weapon. She was in her hunter's outfit.
"AAh..."she said, feeling the sharp blade cut into her arm, then her throat.
She couldn't breathe.
God..help..me.....someone, help me.....please!! She thought.
A staff was raised and she saw Miroku smiling down on her, protecting
her.
She slowly lost the image and was in her bed.
"Sango!!! Wake up!!! Sango-Chan!!! Wake up!!!"
Miroku and K Mom were on her bed. Apparently Sango had been having a dream.
After K mom went out of the bedroom she found her self face to face with him.
Houshi.
The kind face.
The wark touch.
The blue eyes.
The pure soul.
The fire burning in her soul.
Her shoulder to cry upon.
The one who cared most about her.
The perverted monk
who always found a way to make her jealous.
The only one she would get jealous for.
The one she denied.
The one she pitied.
The one girls fell for.
The one who would always be by her side.
The one who always protected her.
The one who shed tears for her.
Who she shed tears for.
Houshi.
The boy.
She.
Loved.