(o) The Deadly Loveing Hand (o)
(o) (one shotter) (o)
(Sango's POV through out the whole sotry)
Disclamer: I sniff do not sob own anyone from weeps Inuyasha!
Shippo: pats back It's ok... I guess you can still dream...
story:
'Here I am... Thinking about my brother... Again', Sango thought... She felt a small tear roll down her cheek. "Are you alright, Sango?" Sango sniffed with panic and wiped the tears away not faceing the man behind her. She sighed with embarassment, 'I let the monk see me cry.' Miroku lowered himself next to her. She could hear Inuyasha and Kagome fighting in the distance. She curled her legs up, protecting herself from the monk. "Don't worry", he said, putting his right arm around her, "I wont do anything to hurt you ever again." Sango looked at him with concern. She looked at his right hand, which was dangleing by her right shoulder. She reached up and touched it gently. "I feek so safe from my own thoughts with you", she said out loud. She smiled then ralized that statement didnt stay inside her head. She rememberd that once Naraku was defeated she was going to have his children. She promised him... She loved him... She got up. She didnt want him to know that. She started to walk away but felt a hand grab her wrist. She turned to see Miroku's right hand around her wrist. She moved closer to him. He put his right hand up and stroked her cheek. The hand. The deadly hand. She took it off her face and looked at it... She stared at it for a long time. It was embraced with hers. She finaly saighed, still looking at it as Miroku looked at her face. She looked at him finally, "I cant feel your soft touch though your hand is touching mine. It's that cloth around it. Covering the deadly. Yet holding back the loveingness you hold with in it. I cant be with you until it is gone. And that hurts me. I want you to hold me close." Miroku looked at her. She was opening up to him for the first time. He lowered his forehead to hers. "I can still hold you, Sango." Sango shook her head. "Not with that hand. I cant feel both hands when you hold me. That stupid cothing is blocking the warmth." She started to cry. Miroku hated the feeling of not knowing what to do. "Sango?" He said as she looked up at him. He diped his head and put his lips against hers. Gently kissing her. And at that moment, she knew... It may be a deadly hand... But it was a deadly loveing hand.