*Now...if you think the following chapter is strange...don't ask me why I wrote it. I guess I just wanted something shocking to happen between Miroku and Sango...and this probably does that very well. For those that think Miroku and Sango should be together, this is probably a chapter you will like! Enjoy!*

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co. but where this an alternate reality I might!

Chapter 25

Miroku sighed happily as he took another cup full of sake. This was the life, he thought, as he looked over the many beautiful ladies that surrounded him.

There were many Geisha, all of which had their bright layered kimono's on, and their beautiful satin black hair pinned back with a gold or bamboo colored hair pin. They had many sake bottles, in which one Geisha was now on his left side, pouring him a fresh shot, and the other was hugging his arm, smiling sweetly as the smell of lavender drifted from her perfumed neck and to the hentai's nose. Another two sat before him waving large leaf fans, and another wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, as one sat in front of him, happily dropping grapes into his mouth every time he opened it. Yes, the houshi was having the time of his life, and best part, was that none of the ladies objected when he patted their behinds with his perverted hands.

He did not realize however that Sango was standing outside the rice paper door, looking in at the hentai with disgust. That filthy disgusting monk! She thought to herself. How can he enjoy himself so much, with so many women, when he has one outside waiting to be with him if he would only stop patting my ass!

But of course, he did not notice her outside, so he merely continued fooling with the silly attention grabbing ladies, picking at his clothes and telling him how handsome he was, and how much each of them would love to bare his child. What rubbish!

Sango gave a low growl.

If that hentai didn't come out of there at this minute, politely, and with an apology, she was about ready to find her boomerang bone and demolish the little Geisha house. But of course, the Geisha had done nothing wrong but their duties, so she would have no right to do something that devastating to them.

But how would she get Miroku out of there...she thought as she leaned against the stable wall of the House of Geisha. How would she convince him to get out of there?

'Miroku...we have to talk...?' Nah...that would sound weird and the hentai would probably get some kind of nasty thought in his head before she even said another word.

'Miroku...something's up...?' Nope...just as bad as the first idea.

As Sango stood there, her hand on her chin, thinking over the ideas...she was unaware that the houshi had already sensed her presence out side of the hut, and was now preparing to come outside.

Fact of the matter was...he knew that Sango cared for him...He had seen it many times before during and after battles...Fact was...he wasn't sure how much she cared for him.

There were two reasons why Miroku continued to flirt with the ladies. One...was the he just couldn't help it, considering he was his grandfather's grandson, and two...it was to see how jealous Sango would become.

Miroku heaved a sigh.

"Ladies...I am most gracious for your hospitality. But I truly must be going." He told them politely.

"Oh...but we were just beginning to get close..." Said one Geisha, with a beautifully long flowing pink kimono with the design of cranes and cherry blossoms along it. Her belt was a dazzling satin red.

"And we were just beginning to find out about your home." Came another with a soft blue kimono and a dark blue sash...her design being white lilies.

"I am sorry ladies. But there truly is something that I must attend. If you will excuse me." And Miroku nodded, and opened the rice paper door gently, peeking out to meet a surprised Sango.

"I didn't know you were out here." He reasoned to her...basically laying out a little white lie for the demon exterminator.

"How could you? You had too many ladies to pay attention to." Sango whispered, turning around on him so she didn't have to see his face. She couldn't take the feeling of always being second best to others, and it was because of that she couldn't look into his dark eyes this moment.

"Sango." Miroku whispered softly, letting the wind drift his voice across to her. "Is there something wrong?"

He could hear her soft sobs...knew how much his dallying with women hurt her...but he just couldn't help it. Old habits really did die hard. Her long black hair was hanging down over her soft peach face, and every sob caused her shoulders to shudder.

Miroku truly wanted to calm her down, but in all his years of practice...for the first time...didn't know how.

"Miroku." She replied with the same soft whisper.

"Yes." He answered.

"There is nothing wrong. Your ladies are waiting." And she raised her chin from her crying position, and began to walk away, one hand limp at her side, while the other trailed along the side of the building.

"Wait!" Miroku's loud whisper caught her off guard. He grabbed her arm and held it there a moment, wandering what he would do now.

"What? What do you want?" He could hear the quiver in her voice, the sadness in it. He felt sorry for her then. Sango truly thought she was alone in the world. She had a family she could only pray to, a brother that was a minion of Naraku, a heritage that was nothing but demon slaying, and a monk that broke her heart every time he saw a beautiful woman. Then he witnessed Sango turn her head, her glossy black hair curving over her shoulder delicately...her eyes moist and red and her face nothing but pain and sorrow.

Suddenly...Miroku knew exactly what he wanted to do. And for the first time...he did not touch her ass while doing it.

Miroku pulled Sango towards him and embraced her in a tight hug, nearly beginning to cry himself...but wait...he was a man...and men did not cry. He had even dropped his golden staff in the process.

"Miroku..." Sango whispered, before closing her eyes and accepting his warm embrace. She could feel the gentleness of his touch...and the soft feeling of his cheek against her neck.

"Sango..." Miroku replied. "Over every lady I ever flatter...you are still the number one woman for my heart and mind."

This only caused Sango to sob harder into the houshi's shoulder...and the feeling of being loved, that strikes those that understand it...took her away from the troubles of the world.

At this moment...nothing else mattered...there was only the night sky with the stars...the light glow of the lantern hanging before the rice paper door...and a monk and demon exterminator hugging softly in the cool breeze that was this cozy little village.

But they did not remain in this frame of physical contact and mental embrace. The both of them sensed the battle coming from afar...their instincts working over time due to this intensity of emotion.

"What's happening up there?" Miroku asked, breaking away from Sango, but keeping his hands on her hips with out thinking about it.

"I'm not sure." Sango replied, wiping the wet droplets from her moist eyes. "But I would think there is a battle raging in the forest."

"I think so too." Miroku bent down and retrieved his fallen staff. "I think we should check it out. No doubt Inuyasha senses it too."

"Right." Sango nodded, turning towards the forest. The demons were becoming vicious, and there were many of them fighting at once.

*How was the chapter? If you hate me now...go ahead. If you like the chapter, tell me what you think! I believe everyone should have a perfect match...although Sango and Miroku are the oddest match I've ever seen...it could work*