Well, here is the fourth chapter! Aye, I hate that little pervert Miroku. Always touching women. Prepare, this story is a bit like that from here on out.
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It was four in the afternoon. Sango sat on the ground on her knees, rubbing Hikairotsu with a piece of sandpaper to smooth out the surface. Kagome was staring intently as Sango, waiting for her to speak. Miroku was off in the village probably flirting with every female he could come in contact with. Inuyasha was sitting in a tree watching Kagome watch Sango.
"Sango. What is going on?" Kagome leapt forward and clutched her friend's hands. "I hate it when you won't tell me these things!"
"It's none of your business, really it isn't. Don't worry about me, I can handle it on my own." Sango drew her hands back and began scrubbing Hikairotsu.
"Oh yes, I see your life coming into perspective quickly." Kagome paused for a moment to roll her eyes. "What is going on? Why did you diss on Miroku like that?"
"Me diss on him? He flirts with every damn girl he sees!"
"That's his nature. It's his style." Kagome put her hands on her hips in defiance.
"Well Kagome," Sango said, standing up. "Maybe I don't want that style or that nature."
She turned on her heels and walked into the clearing, calling after Kirara. In her fighter's uniform, Sango leapt upon Kirara and held onto her mane as she bounded off.
Kagome ran into the clearing to watch her go.
Turning on Inuyasha she remarked, "Well? Go after her!" She pointed to the disappearing Sango and Kirara.
"Kagome. Let her be alone. That perverted monk got what he deserved. To finally know what jealousy feelings like." Inuyasha jumped down from his tree landing in front of Kagome.
"But they're meant to be! I know they are!" Inuyasha shook his head and grabbed her hands. He pulled her into a quick hug, holding her close. "Listen to me Kagome. Sango can make her own decisions. If she doesn't want to be with Miroku anymore and put up with his constant grabbing…" Inuyasha remained thoughtful for a second, thinking of when Miroku grabbed Kagome. "He's a damn lecher."
Nodding her head slightly, Kagome looked into the distance of the off-bounding Kirara and Sango.
The cave came into her view. Sango jumped off Kirara and ran inside, tears rolling down her cheeks from her fight with Kagome. She wanted so bad to make up with her, just to hug her and apologize, but she knew she couldn't. This was how she felt, and how she had to stick with it.
"Sesshomaru?"
Nothing but silence called back to her. Walking deeper into the cavern she found Rin, coloring with chalk on the wall her and Sesshomaru leaned against time and time before. The pictures of butterflies with red wings spread up the wall, farther and farther. The crushes berries and leaves she used were part of the vast imagination the child was spreading into the world.
"Rin, that is beautiful." Sango admired the artwork.
"Thank you! Sesshomaru let me draw here. He said this would be better used." Sango felt her insides shrink, her soul crying deeply.
"Where is Lord Sesshomaru, Rin?"
Rin looked around the room thoughtfully, as if to find him there. "He went to the river but he seemed really angry. You might be careful Sango."
Sango nodded and patted the girl's head. "You are feeling better, I take it?"
"Oh yes! Your singing cured me of my illness. Even Sesshomaru said the song was beautiful."
Sango blushed. He had been listening to her sing the whole time.
Running through the cave entrance she took a deep breath and jumped off the edge of the cliff. Kirara jumped out of the cave and dove under Sango catching her right before she hit a tree.
"Good girl Kirara! Good catch! That was fun." Sango raised a delicate hand to her chest and felt her heart beat through it.
Kirara landed on a small clearing underneath the cave. Listening for the sounds of water, Sango soon found the small river. Seated across the small brook was Sesshomaru. He had one knee raised upward, the other leg stretched out. His arm rested on that knee, the other on the ground.
He looks so beautiful and peaceful, Sango thought to herself.
Stepping towards him she sat on the bank besides the great demon.
"Sesshomaru."
He didn't turn, he didn't move, nor did his eyes change their expression. He kept his emotions in so well, one would have thought him out to be heartless. Sango knew he wasn't.
Taking his hand in hers, she felt him flinch. Sighing to herself she patted his hand, looking at the delicate skin that never seemed to be broken.
"Sango. Why are you here? You have no need for me."
Startled as his choice of harshness in her tone she looked up at him. "What are you talking about? Of course I have a need for you." Blushing she continued. "Is this about what happened with Miroku?"
His silence showed her the answer.
"What happened then was all Miroku. He always does this to me. Shows me love that I want so badly. He shows me his heart, and offers it on a silver platter. I feel like a dog when I'm around him, he always gets me to do the trick he wants, but in the end he pulls the bone away before I get it. The bone being his heart."
Her words were moving. Sesshomaru paused to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "You don't love him?"
"Not as much as I thought I did."
"Who do you love Sango?"
"What is love." It was more of a statement then a question. She sighed heavily and looked into the water.
Then, Sango felt like singing. Just singing out loud. It was a song to Miroku of course. She hummed it thoroughly in her head, wishing she could just sing it aloud, but she could not.
"If I was to take all my feelings for you away, I wouldn't have my heart. I gave it to you. Now I'm asking will you please lend it back? There's another man I need, begging and inquiring…and I'm hoping he loves me too."
If Sesshomaru would only wish for her love as she wished for his. Wait, did this mean she loved him? Sango's breathe caught in her throat. She peered into the water, staring at her reflection. Sesshomaru was staring into the sky, caught up in his thoughts.
I love him! Sango felt a shiver race up her spine. Did she really? Was he just her replacement for Miroku?
Miroku. He couldn't love her. Just her. He always had to have another woman around to keep him company. One that was prettier and more beautiful. They were always more beautiful than she was. Their bodies were always better. Their hair always was shinier. Why did I have to be human, and not them? Sango thought to herself. Was it her, or was it Miroku's own desires?
Now she knew. Turning to Sesshomaru, Sango reached her hand out and laid it on top of his arm. He looked at her curiously and she smiled at him, then opened her mouth to speak.
Kagome paced the dirt, while Inuyasha sat off to the side, stretching his arms and yawning every so often.
"We could be out hunting for jewel shards instead of waiting for Sango to realize she doesn't love my brother," Inuyasha said, again pausing for another yawn.
"Go out and find her! Please Inuyasha!"
He shook his head for the fifth time that minute. "No Kagome, let her do this. She won't tell him she loves him. She loves that monk for some unknown reason."
Kagome put her hands to her hips. "They are the perfect type for each other. "That's why!"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes "Sure Kagome."
Sighing to herself she sat next to Inuyasha, leaning her head against his shoulder. He relaxed himself into her, leaning his head lighting onto hers.
Shippou and the now returned Kirara sat high in a tree, watching the two.
"Are they sweet when they're not fighting, Kirara?"
Kirara meowed in response, nudging Shippou's arm with her snout.
"Okay, okay." He pushed the button on his lollipop to make it spin in circles. Kirara put her tongue to it, licking it lightly, intrigued by how this one spun.
"You're such a cute kitten!" Shippou commented on Kirara, petting her head once again.
Enjoying the compliment, Kirara raised her head into his tiny hand, then startled, jumped back when a loud high-pitched laughter was heard. Then another laugh came. Then another.
"What's going on?" Shippou crawled through the trees to the very tip peering downward. Miroku was walking arm in arm with two girls from a nearby village.
"Hope Sango doesn't see him," Shippou said, sucking on the spinning lollipop.
"Meow, meow." Kirara replied to him, staring down at Houshi.
"What? She doesn't really like him anymore?" Shippou looked shocked for a moment, then relaxed. "That would never happen. She's too hooked."
"Meow! Meow, meow, meow!!" Kirara urgently tried to get her message across.
"Sesshomaru? She can't love Sesshomaru." With a violent shudder he held the lollipop out to Kirara, giving her a lick. "Oh well, we shouldn't worry."
Down below them, Miroku approached sitting down against the tree, the women sitting beside him, giggling in high-pitched voices.
"Miroku!"
With a slight, evil elfish grin on his face, Miroku looked up to Kagome who was fiercely glaring at him.
Inuyasha took control. "Why did you bring these whores here? Sango will return any moment and when she sees you." Inuyasha widened his eyes in emphasis of how Sango would murder Miroku if she saw him with the two women.
"She's not my wife. She can't do anything to me." Miroku smiled bravely and wrapped an arm around each of the ladies who giggled helplessly. They were a bit ugly, Miroku silently noted. Not as pretty as Sango, but hey. This was his duty as a Hentai Houshi!
Standing up, Inuyasha grabbed Kagome's hand. "Come on Kagome. Miroku wishes to be left alone."
"Hey, wait a minute. I didn't say that." He stood up to follow them, leaving the two shocked women behind him.
Kagome walked briskly away to the river to wash her face. Anger always reddened it and made her complexion streaky.
"Look, I was just trying to cope with her turning me down like that."
"Serves you right! Always trying to find women to suit your sexual needs instead of thinking of Sango."
"What, you want me to serve Sango's sexual needs?" Miroku retorted, his staff clutched tightly in his right hand.
"Sango has none of those needs. She really just needs you to be true to her and honest with you." Kagome jumped in, throwing her opinion into the barrel for picking.
"This is how I was raised. I am like this."
"You can change you know!" Kagome shot back.
Miroku froze thinking about what Sango said to him earlier before during their argument before he had been knocked unconscious into a tree. 'Miroku, if you aren't willing to change for me one little bit, then why should I let my emotions take hold. I love you too, but you won't change for me. I may have your word, but I certainly do not have your heart!'
"I know I can." With that, Miroku calmly walked away from Kagome and Inuyasha, his head held low, swinging his palms at his sides as he went. His staff was loosely carried and it seemed like he would drop it.
Inuyasha and Kagome watched him enter the forest. Kagome scooped up some water and wet her face. Inuyasha sought this as an opportunity for a little mischief. Quietly he picked some water up by cupping his hands, and dumped it all onto Kagome's head.
Shrieking she pushed him forward. Inuyasha jumped over the brook and in midair he stuck out his tongue at her.
Then he recognized the evil grin Kagome had took on. "Sit!"
Inuyasha went pummeling straight into the water face first He sputtered and rose, then laughing pulled Kagome in after him in a playful form.
Miroku walked back into the forest, his fist clenched at his side, his thoughts wild.
This is how I was raised! I was raised to be a Hentai monk! Why won't they accept me for who I am and how I am? A nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him immediately why.
"You broke the girl's heart over and over with your stupid flirting."
Like it was on purpose, he thought in reply, his neck twitching nervously to the side. It popped loudly. Great! Now I am even more like Sango! Popping my neck when I'm nervous. He paused. It doesn't make it feel better.
Miroku threw his hands down I furry and sat against a tree. It was so confusing. He loved Sango, but he always had loved being a lecher. He loved going after women, he loved touching them, but this was his Sango we were talking about.
Had he really broken her heart? No, Sango wouldn't let herself fall short of something as stupid as this.
Or would she? Miroku didn't know. He stretched his arms out above his head and lay back against the tree, relaxing into it.
"I'm sorry, Sango." He whispered before his eyes shut and he fell into peaceful sleep.
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Nor for all those who actually like this fic! I'm going to leave y'all hanging (for those who like this story -) while I go to my Dad's today and figure out the ending! I'll write, write, and write, when I come home!
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It was four in the afternoon. Sango sat on the ground on her knees, rubbing Hikairotsu with a piece of sandpaper to smooth out the surface. Kagome was staring intently as Sango, waiting for her to speak. Miroku was off in the village probably flirting with every female he could come in contact with. Inuyasha was sitting in a tree watching Kagome watch Sango.
"Sango. What is going on?" Kagome leapt forward and clutched her friend's hands. "I hate it when you won't tell me these things!"
"It's none of your business, really it isn't. Don't worry about me, I can handle it on my own." Sango drew her hands back and began scrubbing Hikairotsu.
"Oh yes, I see your life coming into perspective quickly." Kagome paused for a moment to roll her eyes. "What is going on? Why did you diss on Miroku like that?"
"Me diss on him? He flirts with every damn girl he sees!"
"That's his nature. It's his style." Kagome put her hands on her hips in defiance.
"Well Kagome," Sango said, standing up. "Maybe I don't want that style or that nature."
She turned on her heels and walked into the clearing, calling after Kirara. In her fighter's uniform, Sango leapt upon Kirara and held onto her mane as she bounded off.
Kagome ran into the clearing to watch her go.
Turning on Inuyasha she remarked, "Well? Go after her!" She pointed to the disappearing Sango and Kirara.
"Kagome. Let her be alone. That perverted monk got what he deserved. To finally know what jealousy feelings like." Inuyasha jumped down from his tree landing in front of Kagome.
"But they're meant to be! I know they are!" Inuyasha shook his head and grabbed her hands. He pulled her into a quick hug, holding her close. "Listen to me Kagome. Sango can make her own decisions. If she doesn't want to be with Miroku anymore and put up with his constant grabbing…" Inuyasha remained thoughtful for a second, thinking of when Miroku grabbed Kagome. "He's a damn lecher."
Nodding her head slightly, Kagome looked into the distance of the off-bounding Kirara and Sango.
The cave came into her view. Sango jumped off Kirara and ran inside, tears rolling down her cheeks from her fight with Kagome. She wanted so bad to make up with her, just to hug her and apologize, but she knew she couldn't. This was how she felt, and how she had to stick with it.
"Sesshomaru?"
Nothing but silence called back to her. Walking deeper into the cavern she found Rin, coloring with chalk on the wall her and Sesshomaru leaned against time and time before. The pictures of butterflies with red wings spread up the wall, farther and farther. The crushes berries and leaves she used were part of the vast imagination the child was spreading into the world.
"Rin, that is beautiful." Sango admired the artwork.
"Thank you! Sesshomaru let me draw here. He said this would be better used." Sango felt her insides shrink, her soul crying deeply.
"Where is Lord Sesshomaru, Rin?"
Rin looked around the room thoughtfully, as if to find him there. "He went to the river but he seemed really angry. You might be careful Sango."
Sango nodded and patted the girl's head. "You are feeling better, I take it?"
"Oh yes! Your singing cured me of my illness. Even Sesshomaru said the song was beautiful."
Sango blushed. He had been listening to her sing the whole time.
Running through the cave entrance she took a deep breath and jumped off the edge of the cliff. Kirara jumped out of the cave and dove under Sango catching her right before she hit a tree.
"Good girl Kirara! Good catch! That was fun." Sango raised a delicate hand to her chest and felt her heart beat through it.
Kirara landed on a small clearing underneath the cave. Listening for the sounds of water, Sango soon found the small river. Seated across the small brook was Sesshomaru. He had one knee raised upward, the other leg stretched out. His arm rested on that knee, the other on the ground.
He looks so beautiful and peaceful, Sango thought to herself.
Stepping towards him she sat on the bank besides the great demon.
"Sesshomaru."
He didn't turn, he didn't move, nor did his eyes change their expression. He kept his emotions in so well, one would have thought him out to be heartless. Sango knew he wasn't.
Taking his hand in hers, she felt him flinch. Sighing to herself she patted his hand, looking at the delicate skin that never seemed to be broken.
"Sango. Why are you here? You have no need for me."
Startled as his choice of harshness in her tone she looked up at him. "What are you talking about? Of course I have a need for you." Blushing she continued. "Is this about what happened with Miroku?"
His silence showed her the answer.
"What happened then was all Miroku. He always does this to me. Shows me love that I want so badly. He shows me his heart, and offers it on a silver platter. I feel like a dog when I'm around him, he always gets me to do the trick he wants, but in the end he pulls the bone away before I get it. The bone being his heart."
Her words were moving. Sesshomaru paused to look at her out of the corner of his eye. "You don't love him?"
"Not as much as I thought I did."
"Who do you love Sango?"
"What is love." It was more of a statement then a question. She sighed heavily and looked into the water.
Then, Sango felt like singing. Just singing out loud. It was a song to Miroku of course. She hummed it thoroughly in her head, wishing she could just sing it aloud, but she could not.
"If I was to take all my feelings for you away, I wouldn't have my heart. I gave it to you. Now I'm asking will you please lend it back? There's another man I need, begging and inquiring…and I'm hoping he loves me too."
If Sesshomaru would only wish for her love as she wished for his. Wait, did this mean she loved him? Sango's breathe caught in her throat. She peered into the water, staring at her reflection. Sesshomaru was staring into the sky, caught up in his thoughts.
I love him! Sango felt a shiver race up her spine. Did she really? Was he just her replacement for Miroku?
Miroku. He couldn't love her. Just her. He always had to have another woman around to keep him company. One that was prettier and more beautiful. They were always more beautiful than she was. Their bodies were always better. Their hair always was shinier. Why did I have to be human, and not them? Sango thought to herself. Was it her, or was it Miroku's own desires?
Now she knew. Turning to Sesshomaru, Sango reached her hand out and laid it on top of his arm. He looked at her curiously and she smiled at him, then opened her mouth to speak.
Kagome paced the dirt, while Inuyasha sat off to the side, stretching his arms and yawning every so often.
"We could be out hunting for jewel shards instead of waiting for Sango to realize she doesn't love my brother," Inuyasha said, again pausing for another yawn.
"Go out and find her! Please Inuyasha!"
He shook his head for the fifth time that minute. "No Kagome, let her do this. She won't tell him she loves him. She loves that monk for some unknown reason."
Kagome put her hands to her hips. "They are the perfect type for each other. "That's why!"
Inuyasha rolled his eyes "Sure Kagome."
Sighing to herself she sat next to Inuyasha, leaning her head against his shoulder. He relaxed himself into her, leaning his head lighting onto hers.
Shippou and the now returned Kirara sat high in a tree, watching the two.
"Are they sweet when they're not fighting, Kirara?"
Kirara meowed in response, nudging Shippou's arm with her snout.
"Okay, okay." He pushed the button on his lollipop to make it spin in circles. Kirara put her tongue to it, licking it lightly, intrigued by how this one spun.
"You're such a cute kitten!" Shippou commented on Kirara, petting her head once again.
Enjoying the compliment, Kirara raised her head into his tiny hand, then startled, jumped back when a loud high-pitched laughter was heard. Then another laugh came. Then another.
"What's going on?" Shippou crawled through the trees to the very tip peering downward. Miroku was walking arm in arm with two girls from a nearby village.
"Hope Sango doesn't see him," Shippou said, sucking on the spinning lollipop.
"Meow, meow." Kirara replied to him, staring down at Houshi.
"What? She doesn't really like him anymore?" Shippou looked shocked for a moment, then relaxed. "That would never happen. She's too hooked."
"Meow! Meow, meow, meow!!" Kirara urgently tried to get her message across.
"Sesshomaru? She can't love Sesshomaru." With a violent shudder he held the lollipop out to Kirara, giving her a lick. "Oh well, we shouldn't worry."
Down below them, Miroku approached sitting down against the tree, the women sitting beside him, giggling in high-pitched voices.
"Miroku!"
With a slight, evil elfish grin on his face, Miroku looked up to Kagome who was fiercely glaring at him.
Inuyasha took control. "Why did you bring these whores here? Sango will return any moment and when she sees you." Inuyasha widened his eyes in emphasis of how Sango would murder Miroku if she saw him with the two women.
"She's not my wife. She can't do anything to me." Miroku smiled bravely and wrapped an arm around each of the ladies who giggled helplessly. They were a bit ugly, Miroku silently noted. Not as pretty as Sango, but hey. This was his duty as a Hentai Houshi!
Standing up, Inuyasha grabbed Kagome's hand. "Come on Kagome. Miroku wishes to be left alone."
"Hey, wait a minute. I didn't say that." He stood up to follow them, leaving the two shocked women behind him.
Kagome walked briskly away to the river to wash her face. Anger always reddened it and made her complexion streaky.
"Look, I was just trying to cope with her turning me down like that."
"Serves you right! Always trying to find women to suit your sexual needs instead of thinking of Sango."
"What, you want me to serve Sango's sexual needs?" Miroku retorted, his staff clutched tightly in his right hand.
"Sango has none of those needs. She really just needs you to be true to her and honest with you." Kagome jumped in, throwing her opinion into the barrel for picking.
"This is how I was raised. I am like this."
"You can change you know!" Kagome shot back.
Miroku froze thinking about what Sango said to him earlier before during their argument before he had been knocked unconscious into a tree. 'Miroku, if you aren't willing to change for me one little bit, then why should I let my emotions take hold. I love you too, but you won't change for me. I may have your word, but I certainly do not have your heart!'
"I know I can." With that, Miroku calmly walked away from Kagome and Inuyasha, his head held low, swinging his palms at his sides as he went. His staff was loosely carried and it seemed like he would drop it.
Inuyasha and Kagome watched him enter the forest. Kagome scooped up some water and wet her face. Inuyasha sought this as an opportunity for a little mischief. Quietly he picked some water up by cupping his hands, and dumped it all onto Kagome's head.
Shrieking she pushed him forward. Inuyasha jumped over the brook and in midair he stuck out his tongue at her.
Then he recognized the evil grin Kagome had took on. "Sit!"
Inuyasha went pummeling straight into the water face first He sputtered and rose, then laughing pulled Kagome in after him in a playful form.
Miroku walked back into the forest, his fist clenched at his side, his thoughts wild.
This is how I was raised! I was raised to be a Hentai monk! Why won't they accept me for who I am and how I am? A nagging voice in the back of his mind reminded him immediately why.
"You broke the girl's heart over and over with your stupid flirting."
Like it was on purpose, he thought in reply, his neck twitching nervously to the side. It popped loudly. Great! Now I am even more like Sango! Popping my neck when I'm nervous. He paused. It doesn't make it feel better.
Miroku threw his hands down I furry and sat against a tree. It was so confusing. He loved Sango, but he always had loved being a lecher. He loved going after women, he loved touching them, but this was his Sango we were talking about.
Had he really broken her heart? No, Sango wouldn't let herself fall short of something as stupid as this.
Or would she? Miroku didn't know. He stretched his arms out above his head and lay back against the tree, relaxing into it.
"I'm sorry, Sango." He whispered before his eyes shut and he fell into peaceful sleep.
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Nor for all those who actually like this fic! I'm going to leave y'all hanging (for those who like this story -) while I go to my Dad's today and figure out the ending! I'll write, write, and write, when I come home!