After a few hours of walking the group finally reached their
destination. They arrived in front of Miroku's home. Mushin's Temple. "Ahh,
I haven't been here for quite a while. It hasn't changed much, I see. I bet
you that monk is in there sleeping." Miroku expressed through joy and
resentment. Now, Miroku was glad to be back, but he sort of didn't want to
return. He only came here repair the wind tunnel and quickly left, coming
back here reminded him of his father's death.
"Now, are you sure Mushin is going to let us stay here without a problem?" Inuyasha questioned the monk. "Yes, I am sure, he has nothing better to do anyway. Some company shouldn't be a problem for him. Plus he has many rooms to spare." Replied Miroku.
A few blocks down was the village. A small, but fair village.
After a few moments meeting the Mushin and getting rooms. The group decided to head to the village and check it out. Kagome and Shippo were 'Ohhhing" and 'Ahhhing" at little things the villagers sold along the isle. Inuyasha was standing next to Kagome with his hands crossed and not so happy. Miroku was around and about, here and there, wherever pretty woman were. Sango and Kirara, who was on her right shoulder, was walking around looking at things and watching Miroku. The busy little village reminder her about her village, which she missed dearly, and watching Miroku didn't help either.
After a while, her mood had got to her. So, a depressed, yet annoyed, taiji walked to a small clearing with a small stream that ran through it. Trees surround the area, she felt like this was the best place to sit and think to herself.
Sango sat up against a tree, her head leaning back slightly. Kirara, who was playing with the man kitsunes, put a small smile on Sango's face. She thought about the night that took place 3 nights ago.
Flashback
Sango sat near the cliff looking out into the vast land and the star-filled night. Miroku, who had been sitting there before Sango, sighed inwardly.
"Miroku, you say we're heading to Mushin's Temple. Why do you not seem excited?"
"It's not that simple, Sango. You see, I only return to Mushin's temple to fix my Wind Tunnel and leave the next day."
"I do not see why that is so bad to go back just to visit."
"Yes, it isn't, but that is not the reason why I do not like to return to that place."
"Then what is the reason?"
Miroku looked up at the dark, endless, diamond-filled sky. Miroku sighed to argue, but was cut off by Sango's pointer finger that was held to his lips.
"Miroku, we've been traveling together for a while now. Heck! We've even made promises of the future. I've even stopped calling you Houshi-sama. I think our relationship has come to a point where you can trust me and open up." Sango looked at him straight in the eyes and then looked down at her feet, thus removing her finger away from his lips.
Miroku felt touched by that and sighed once more. "Sango, your right. The reason I do not want to return to Mushin's temple is that there is a big crater, as you know when you came to rescue me when I went back. That crater was created by my father and his wind tunnel, when he was sucked into it. The crater reminds me of his death, the day that I saw him get sucked into oblivion, and the day that I got this." Miroku made a fist with his right hand. "This thing that haunts me and the reason why death lingers near"
Sango's hands clasped over his right hand. "Miroku, this hand has brought you grieve, brought you pain, brought you a supposed early death, but I told you once before, we will slay Naraku before this retched hand gets the better of you. I will personally make sure of that."
Miroku looked at Sango and smiled, who smiled back. "Sango, what would I ever do with out your reassuring words and your sweet smile."
Sango smiled sweetly. "Miroku, you're too---" She was soon cut off as an ever-so-familiar hand reached its ever so frequent destination.
TWHAP!
A fresh red hand mark was printed nicely on Miroku's left cheek and a ticked off Sango sitting a few feet away from him. Miroku grinned his usual hentai grin and said. "Why Sango, I forgot to ask you one thing. Will you come to my room tomorrow night when we reach Mushin's Temple?"
Sango gave Miroku a death glare, which even the almighty Sesshomaru, would cringe in fear. Miroku back away slowly with his hands up in defense. "Ok, bad idea." As Miroku disappeared from sight, Sango sighed inwardly. Looking up at the sky one last time she smiled. "What will I ever do without you, Miroku?" Sango giggled. "Probably a whole lot of less slapping." She quickly got up and headed back to the campsite with a smile on her face, but faded when she saw Miroku with his hands clasped over a young girl's hand. He pointed to the side of him and spoke a few words, Sango could not hear. All she heard was the young girl giggle and say. "Stop that, Houshi- sama, you're too funny." As the girl walked off, Miroku stood up straight and saw her.
A ticked off, pissed, death glaring Sango staring right at him. Miroku put a hand behind his head and nervously smiled. "Sango how ya doing?"
Sango slowly stomped past him, only to be caught by Miroku. He held her right arm and said very seriously. "Sango, I can explain."
"OH, YOU CAN, CAN YOU?"
"Sango, please will you just listen."
"NO! I'm done listening. There's nothing to say. You're a lecherous monk who can't keep his hands off any girls he sees, even though someone cares for him enough to have feelings for him!"
Miroku was taken aback by this outburst. "Sango, I-"
"No!! No more! I don't want to here it anymore! Now let go of me!"
"No" "Miroku!" "No, I will not let of you." "You better" "Or what?"
THWAP!! Now a new hand printed was plastered on his right cheek. Miroku's hand let go of Sango and watched her go. He walked slightly after her, pleading for her forgiveness. "Sango, wait! I'm sor-"
THWAP! Another hand was paste on his left cheek. He stopped and watched an angry Sango leave with her cat demon.
End Flashback
Sango sighed. She left for 3 days, but something inside her kept pulling her back to the demented monk! After 3 days of being separated from her beloved monk, yes she has come to admit it, she loves that monk, no matter how perverted he can be. She felt a need to see him, hear his voice, and feel his eyes on her. So Sango gave in to the pressure and returned to the group, also knowing she needed them to avenge her family and villagers.
Sango thought back to her village, father, brother, and the one man she loved, the one man she ever has come to love. Her dear Miroku, but he could never possibly love her the way she did. He can only think of her as a companion, a comrade, a fighter, a person with the same goal as he, a fall back. A tear slipped down her cheek at the thought of all the things he could have thought her by.
'Never someone he can see to be with.' Sango thought as another tear escaped her honey brown eyes.
A hand touched her chin and a thumb wiped away the tear. "Why the tears, Sango?"
Sango was so deep in her thoughts she didn't sense, nor hear Miroku come up into the clearing and come up next to her. Sango quickly wiped the tears away with her sleeves. "Nothing, just thinking."
"Apparently something that pained you to have tears stain your beautiful face." Miroku smiled slightly, but Sango did not return the gesture, she just pushed Miroku's hand away from her face. "Cut the crap, Miroku. Why do you care anyways."
"Sango, I'm hurt. Why wouldn't I care? You are a friend to me that I care about."
"Is that all I am to you?"
"A friend?" Sango nodded. Miroku looked at her. He wanted to tell her so bad that he loved her, but he was afraid that if he got to close to her, he would leave her with more pain than just pushing her away. Miroku nodded slightly. "Of course I do"
Sango looked at Kirara playing with the small kitsunes. "Sango?" Sango didn't turn toward him, she just simply murmured an "Mmhmm?"
"When you said that I was a lecherous monk who can't keep his hands off any girls he sees, even though someone cares for him enough to have feelings for him, did you truly mean it?"
Sango turned to him with regret in her eyes, but quickly went away. "Yes, Miroku. I am sorry to say, I meant it all. I have to say, it shouldn't have been said, but since it was, I mean every word I said." Miroku sighed. "You needn't to apologize. You were right about the lecherous and keeping my hands to myself, but that night my hands were not wandering. She asked for directions and I gave it to her. I said some flattering words, but I didn't as my question." Sango looked at him with surprised eyes. "And the part about the fact that someone cares for me enough to have feelings for me was that you."
Sango blushed slightly and turned away from him. "Miroku, it was foolish of me to say those words because I know its something we can not think of, but I can not hide it from you any longer, like I said before, I meant every word. I know you can not possibly have the same feelings-" Sango was quickly cut off and taken by surprise. For Miroku's lips captured her lips into a passionate kiss. As quickly as it started, it ended. Sango whimpered with the break, but shook it off. She stared at Miroku, who returned the gaze. "What were you saying about I couldn't possibly have the same feelings?" Sango brightly smiled. "Miroku what about your Wind Tunnel?"
"Hey, if my life is going to be short, I don't want any regrets leaving without telling you how I felt." Sango looked at him sympathetically. "Miroku, I told you this before, we will slay Naraku in time so you will have a long and happy life." Sango looked at him trying to reassure him. Miroku smiled and pulled her into an embrace. "I hope your right, Sango, I hope your right."
"I am right Miroku, I am." Sango hugged Miroku tighter. They stayed like that for a while, until Miroku broke the silence. "Sango, no matter what happens I just want you to know that I love you." There he said it, he said those 3 fearful words. Sango smiled. "I love you, Miroku?!?!?" Miroku let go of her and looked at her. "Yes?"
"You hentai!!" Sango smack Miroku on the face. Miroku's hand went to his now red cheek and pouted. "Sorry, out of habit?" Sango glared at him, but stopped, she started to giggle, which turned into a laugh. Miroku smiled and joined her.
"Now, are you sure Mushin is going to let us stay here without a problem?" Inuyasha questioned the monk. "Yes, I am sure, he has nothing better to do anyway. Some company shouldn't be a problem for him. Plus he has many rooms to spare." Replied Miroku.
A few blocks down was the village. A small, but fair village.
After a few moments meeting the Mushin and getting rooms. The group decided to head to the village and check it out. Kagome and Shippo were 'Ohhhing" and 'Ahhhing" at little things the villagers sold along the isle. Inuyasha was standing next to Kagome with his hands crossed and not so happy. Miroku was around and about, here and there, wherever pretty woman were. Sango and Kirara, who was on her right shoulder, was walking around looking at things and watching Miroku. The busy little village reminder her about her village, which she missed dearly, and watching Miroku didn't help either.
After a while, her mood had got to her. So, a depressed, yet annoyed, taiji walked to a small clearing with a small stream that ran through it. Trees surround the area, she felt like this was the best place to sit and think to herself.
Sango sat up against a tree, her head leaning back slightly. Kirara, who was playing with the man kitsunes, put a small smile on Sango's face. She thought about the night that took place 3 nights ago.
Flashback
Sango sat near the cliff looking out into the vast land and the star-filled night. Miroku, who had been sitting there before Sango, sighed inwardly.
"Miroku, you say we're heading to Mushin's Temple. Why do you not seem excited?"
"It's not that simple, Sango. You see, I only return to Mushin's temple to fix my Wind Tunnel and leave the next day."
"I do not see why that is so bad to go back just to visit."
"Yes, it isn't, but that is not the reason why I do not like to return to that place."
"Then what is the reason?"
Miroku looked up at the dark, endless, diamond-filled sky. Miroku sighed to argue, but was cut off by Sango's pointer finger that was held to his lips.
"Miroku, we've been traveling together for a while now. Heck! We've even made promises of the future. I've even stopped calling you Houshi-sama. I think our relationship has come to a point where you can trust me and open up." Sango looked at him straight in the eyes and then looked down at her feet, thus removing her finger away from his lips.
Miroku felt touched by that and sighed once more. "Sango, your right. The reason I do not want to return to Mushin's temple is that there is a big crater, as you know when you came to rescue me when I went back. That crater was created by my father and his wind tunnel, when he was sucked into it. The crater reminds me of his death, the day that I saw him get sucked into oblivion, and the day that I got this." Miroku made a fist with his right hand. "This thing that haunts me and the reason why death lingers near"
Sango's hands clasped over his right hand. "Miroku, this hand has brought you grieve, brought you pain, brought you a supposed early death, but I told you once before, we will slay Naraku before this retched hand gets the better of you. I will personally make sure of that."
Miroku looked at Sango and smiled, who smiled back. "Sango, what would I ever do with out your reassuring words and your sweet smile."
Sango smiled sweetly. "Miroku, you're too---" She was soon cut off as an ever-so-familiar hand reached its ever so frequent destination.
TWHAP!
A fresh red hand mark was printed nicely on Miroku's left cheek and a ticked off Sango sitting a few feet away from him. Miroku grinned his usual hentai grin and said. "Why Sango, I forgot to ask you one thing. Will you come to my room tomorrow night when we reach Mushin's Temple?"
Sango gave Miroku a death glare, which even the almighty Sesshomaru, would cringe in fear. Miroku back away slowly with his hands up in defense. "Ok, bad idea." As Miroku disappeared from sight, Sango sighed inwardly. Looking up at the sky one last time she smiled. "What will I ever do without you, Miroku?" Sango giggled. "Probably a whole lot of less slapping." She quickly got up and headed back to the campsite with a smile on her face, but faded when she saw Miroku with his hands clasped over a young girl's hand. He pointed to the side of him and spoke a few words, Sango could not hear. All she heard was the young girl giggle and say. "Stop that, Houshi- sama, you're too funny." As the girl walked off, Miroku stood up straight and saw her.
A ticked off, pissed, death glaring Sango staring right at him. Miroku put a hand behind his head and nervously smiled. "Sango how ya doing?"
Sango slowly stomped past him, only to be caught by Miroku. He held her right arm and said very seriously. "Sango, I can explain."
"OH, YOU CAN, CAN YOU?"
"Sango, please will you just listen."
"NO! I'm done listening. There's nothing to say. You're a lecherous monk who can't keep his hands off any girls he sees, even though someone cares for him enough to have feelings for him!"
Miroku was taken aback by this outburst. "Sango, I-"
"No!! No more! I don't want to here it anymore! Now let go of me!"
"No" "Miroku!" "No, I will not let of you." "You better" "Or what?"
THWAP!! Now a new hand printed was plastered on his right cheek. Miroku's hand let go of Sango and watched her go. He walked slightly after her, pleading for her forgiveness. "Sango, wait! I'm sor-"
THWAP! Another hand was paste on his left cheek. He stopped and watched an angry Sango leave with her cat demon.
End Flashback
Sango sighed. She left for 3 days, but something inside her kept pulling her back to the demented monk! After 3 days of being separated from her beloved monk, yes she has come to admit it, she loves that monk, no matter how perverted he can be. She felt a need to see him, hear his voice, and feel his eyes on her. So Sango gave in to the pressure and returned to the group, also knowing she needed them to avenge her family and villagers.
Sango thought back to her village, father, brother, and the one man she loved, the one man she ever has come to love. Her dear Miroku, but he could never possibly love her the way she did. He can only think of her as a companion, a comrade, a fighter, a person with the same goal as he, a fall back. A tear slipped down her cheek at the thought of all the things he could have thought her by.
'Never someone he can see to be with.' Sango thought as another tear escaped her honey brown eyes.
A hand touched her chin and a thumb wiped away the tear. "Why the tears, Sango?"
Sango was so deep in her thoughts she didn't sense, nor hear Miroku come up into the clearing and come up next to her. Sango quickly wiped the tears away with her sleeves. "Nothing, just thinking."
"Apparently something that pained you to have tears stain your beautiful face." Miroku smiled slightly, but Sango did not return the gesture, she just pushed Miroku's hand away from her face. "Cut the crap, Miroku. Why do you care anyways."
"Sango, I'm hurt. Why wouldn't I care? You are a friend to me that I care about."
"Is that all I am to you?"
"A friend?" Sango nodded. Miroku looked at her. He wanted to tell her so bad that he loved her, but he was afraid that if he got to close to her, he would leave her with more pain than just pushing her away. Miroku nodded slightly. "Of course I do"
Sango looked at Kirara playing with the small kitsunes. "Sango?" Sango didn't turn toward him, she just simply murmured an "Mmhmm?"
"When you said that I was a lecherous monk who can't keep his hands off any girls he sees, even though someone cares for him enough to have feelings for him, did you truly mean it?"
Sango turned to him with regret in her eyes, but quickly went away. "Yes, Miroku. I am sorry to say, I meant it all. I have to say, it shouldn't have been said, but since it was, I mean every word I said." Miroku sighed. "You needn't to apologize. You were right about the lecherous and keeping my hands to myself, but that night my hands were not wandering. She asked for directions and I gave it to her. I said some flattering words, but I didn't as my question." Sango looked at him with surprised eyes. "And the part about the fact that someone cares for me enough to have feelings for me was that you."
Sango blushed slightly and turned away from him. "Miroku, it was foolish of me to say those words because I know its something we can not think of, but I can not hide it from you any longer, like I said before, I meant every word. I know you can not possibly have the same feelings-" Sango was quickly cut off and taken by surprise. For Miroku's lips captured her lips into a passionate kiss. As quickly as it started, it ended. Sango whimpered with the break, but shook it off. She stared at Miroku, who returned the gaze. "What were you saying about I couldn't possibly have the same feelings?" Sango brightly smiled. "Miroku what about your Wind Tunnel?"
"Hey, if my life is going to be short, I don't want any regrets leaving without telling you how I felt." Sango looked at him sympathetically. "Miroku, I told you this before, we will slay Naraku in time so you will have a long and happy life." Sango looked at him trying to reassure him. Miroku smiled and pulled her into an embrace. "I hope your right, Sango, I hope your right."
"I am right Miroku, I am." Sango hugged Miroku tighter. They stayed like that for a while, until Miroku broke the silence. "Sango, no matter what happens I just want you to know that I love you." There he said it, he said those 3 fearful words. Sango smiled. "I love you, Miroku?!?!?" Miroku let go of her and looked at her. "Yes?"
"You hentai!!" Sango smack Miroku on the face. Miroku's hand went to his now red cheek and pouted. "Sorry, out of habit?" Sango glared at him, but stopped, she started to giggle, which turned into a laugh. Miroku smiled and joined her.