Sorry for the HUGE wait you guys! I've been warped in family buisness, so here's you're long chappie!!
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It was now Thursday, and Miroku would finally be able to open his letter from Sango. He withdrew his letter from one of his hidden pockets, and opened the protected letter. Eyes moving up and down, it was only one sentence long, but she fooled him into thinking it was larger. All's it read was, "Don't worry, I'll back back."
Miroku's hopes sort of went down-hill, and sort of up-hill. Sighing with relief and worry, he got to his feet, and grabbed his staff, walking to a far away lake or pond to clear his worries from him. Even the sun peaked over the horizon a few minutes early, like it was just trying to brighten Miroku's spirits. But it didn't. Instead of the goldish pink swamping the sun, the pink was eaten by blood-red, and a few feet of gold was very few.
Miroku's spirits dampened like a rain cloud was just over him, "I wish I could just see her face, one more time, before she left me... I would be plenty more cheery if she didn't leave before I got into the clearing," he muttered, and wiped off forming tears from his eyes with his robe sleeve.
"Because I don't want to wait for Sango, I wish she was here, right now..." he muttered. Warped in sorrow, he placed his head on the dewy grass, and fell to sleep. Having a pleasent dream of when Sango finally came home, sleeping on the large Kilala, with just a few scratches and burns, and a large scrape on her back, and then it was now three years into the future of his dream, they had a boy and a girl. They named the boy Hajime, and the girl, Megumi. Miroku favoured those names very strongly.
It was now four years after Sango had left the group to defeat her rival, and Miroku tried not to think of Sango all those four years, but the three were busy with many demons, and the good news was, Naraku was finally killed. By a lucky moment when InuYasha had just enough strenght to slice him in half. The three were now farther away from Kaedae, and the village, because Kagome was now able to spend every other week with the two boys... and perhaps... if Sango came back... her too.
They all had awoken, and were attempting to cure InuYasha's wounds. Kagome kept threatening InuYasha if he moved, she'd say the three letter word that had s-i-t in it.
A large growl cut Kagome's second threat short, a large yellow neko youkai with a few tails brushed through the thicket, carrying a familiar demon slayer on her back. Sango was asleep on Kilala's back, just like Miroku's dream, but, Sango's condition wasn't near his, her clothes were all torn up, (except her metal suit) and her hands, face, and neck were all covered up in scratches, and healing cuts were about in every inch of her body. Her brown locks were now in a large, single braid that looked like she hadn't showered in a long period of time.
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It was now Thursday, and Miroku would finally be able to open his letter from Sango. He withdrew his letter from one of his hidden pockets, and opened the protected letter. Eyes moving up and down, it was only one sentence long, but she fooled him into thinking it was larger. All's it read was, "Don't worry, I'll back back."
Miroku's hopes sort of went down-hill, and sort of up-hill. Sighing with relief and worry, he got to his feet, and grabbed his staff, walking to a far away lake or pond to clear his worries from him. Even the sun peaked over the horizon a few minutes early, like it was just trying to brighten Miroku's spirits. But it didn't. Instead of the goldish pink swamping the sun, the pink was eaten by blood-red, and a few feet of gold was very few.
Miroku's spirits dampened like a rain cloud was just over him, "I wish I could just see her face, one more time, before she left me... I would be plenty more cheery if she didn't leave before I got into the clearing," he muttered, and wiped off forming tears from his eyes with his robe sleeve.
"Because I don't want to wait for Sango, I wish she was here, right now..." he muttered. Warped in sorrow, he placed his head on the dewy grass, and fell to sleep. Having a pleasent dream of when Sango finally came home, sleeping on the large Kilala, with just a few scratches and burns, and a large scrape on her back, and then it was now three years into the future of his dream, they had a boy and a girl. They named the boy Hajime, and the girl, Megumi. Miroku favoured those names very strongly.
It was now four years after Sango had left the group to defeat her rival, and Miroku tried not to think of Sango all those four years, but the three were busy with many demons, and the good news was, Naraku was finally killed. By a lucky moment when InuYasha had just enough strenght to slice him in half. The three were now farther away from Kaedae, and the village, because Kagome was now able to spend every other week with the two boys... and perhaps... if Sango came back... her too.
They all had awoken, and were attempting to cure InuYasha's wounds. Kagome kept threatening InuYasha if he moved, she'd say the three letter word that had s-i-t in it.
A large growl cut Kagome's second threat short, a large yellow neko youkai with a few tails brushed through the thicket, carrying a familiar demon slayer on her back. Sango was asleep on Kilala's back, just like Miroku's dream, but, Sango's condition wasn't near his, her clothes were all torn up, (except her metal suit) and her hands, face, and neck were all covered up in scratches, and healing cuts were about in every inch of her body. Her brown locks were now in a large, single braid that looked like she hadn't showered in a long period of time.