AN: I'm like extremely sorry I haven't done anything these past few months! My bad. Anyways there's this fic I wanted to write and really hope you do like it! So please review!
Summary: To save her he had to break her...... but the only question is will he do it to save her? Or will his emotions stop him from saving her from suffering? S/M
Chapter One I'm sorry.......
He walked slowly and calm on the surface. The moon's twilight hiding behind the dark clouds that covered it's once calm being. Did he have the right? Could he have the right? Why had things suddenly gone from bad to worse? The predicament he was in was tearing him alive. He would have rather died by his curse then by breaking the one heart he knew he held.
For once he cursed his existence cursed his fate of life. He bangs covered his dark violet eyes. The pain becoming less bearable by the minute. He stared into the pitch black night. Searching for another way to save her. To avoid crushing what he had just mended. But nothing could be found it the emptiness.
But he knew there wasn't one. There never was. He was a pawn in the bastard's demented scheme. Did he like it? No. More than anything he hated, hated what he had to do. He hands clinched around his golden staff. Walking he stared into the distance seeing a small flame flicker a little ways ahead.
A river lay near by it's rushing waters flowing over rocks. Streaming down to the end of the water fall. The moon reflected its light on it. Making the river glimmer in the dead of night. The trees branches seemed to be reaching for heaven. Oh how he wished he could do the same.
But he was condemned. Yes he who was supposed to be a monk was condemned to a life he never wanted. He remembered her smile and how badly he was going to miss it. He remembered the sweet scent of forest trees on her. Slowly he made his way to the camp walking steadily to down the hill filled with flowers.
There a gust wind blew blowing his clothing forward as if ushering him to get it over with. But could he? Could he really break her fragile heart? Would it really save her in the end? Maybe from physical death but from emotional...... he highly doubted it.
Did he know she loved him? Yes he knew. He knew since day she blushed. That she was falling for him. He too loved her. It was obvious to the way he acted around her. He always felt a knot in his throat when her dark chestnut colored eyes stared off into the distance as if a longing still resided in them.
Her silky brown her blew forward as if trying to tell her something. She was beautiful that much was true. She had a slender form long black eyelashes that gave her eyes just the right amount of beauty.
The pink eye shadow shining off her chestnut colored eyes. She had always thought herself ugly but him she was a goddess. The Goddess of his life. She ruled over his heart. And always would.
But in her heart he would no longer rule. Breaking her heart was one thing but to break her soul was another. He quietly made it to the fire watching his companions sleep. Resting peacefully. The fire flickered orange, yellow. And red. It's brightness sending waves of heat towards his chilled body.
Yes all were asleep all except for her. Her with her eyes staring at the stars. That twinkled brightly. Like a million diamonds. If he could he would capture all of them and give them to her.
Her heard her sigh with contentment as she breathed in the smell of the calming forest. Her eyes slowly closing. She heard movement when the young monk sat down by her. His black and purple robes looking brighter in the fires light. But she didn't move. He felt his heart throb and his throat go dry. The way the moonlight hit her face made her all the more beautiful.
It made her complexion like a dolls. Her cheeks slightly pink cause of the cold night. Her cherry lips looking luscious and still. He licked his lips. He just wanted once to kiss those lips.
But he knew that if he did he would never be able to do what he had to. He could hear her steady breathing watching her chest rise and fall. Her hands rested behind her head. As she inhaled the scent of nature. The trees seemed to be surrounding the moon so it only showed through the little space. It's moonlight gleamed down upon her.
The ground was rough and hard but they had to make do. The young exterminator finally turned to face the young monk who still faced the silent night. His eyes closed only to open and show the emotion of ach of pain and of...... guilt? She knew some of his emotions all to well. For she had faced many hardships in her life.
And none of them ended to well. Till she met him. Him with his courage with his witty remarks and wondering hand. Him with his curse. He knew just how she felt. The pain she had suffered over the loss of someone dear. The hope that lingered in him was the same hope that lingered in her mending soul.
She loved him without a doubt that much was obvious. But did he feel the same for her? She didn't know. She couldn't wait much longer to tell him. Her heart was screaming at her to tell him.
But her mind told her that things would go wrong. Which was she to believe? Would he really betray her and not feel the same? Was he really just a womanizing monk that some many had declared him?
Sure she pretended to agree but in truth she knew that wasn't true. He was like a puppy lost and kicked to many times. Yet he kept on smiling pretending nothing hurt him. But there were things that did. And she knew it.
She could always tell when he sat near a river silent and unmoving. The way he tensed when he felt a presence the pain that shone through his usually bright eyes told her that there was more to him that she ever knew.
That he was acting but on the inside he was aching. Screaming for someone to save him. Sometimes she wondered why he didn't just give up.
But then again she could possibly ask herself the same question. And she knew the answer why. It was because no matter what you had to keep living there was a purpose for you. And hers she knew what it was. To make him happy.
His she wasn't so sure about but she prayed she was involved and that no matter the consequences she would be apart of it.
The silence was becoming very uncomfortable to the young woman. She shifted and pulled her body up to sit. Crossing her slender legs as she positioned herself to sit up straight.
Miroku sat next to her and stared at her moving form through the corner of his eyes. Without any control he lifted his arms and circled them around her waist and pulled her to him against his strong built chest.
She froze and stilled underneath his touch when he had brought her to lay within his arms. She was about to break free when a warm breaths filled her ear. Sending shiver up her body in pleasure.
"Please let me hold you like this for one night Sango...... before I have to end it." He whispered the last part softly so only his voice could be heard.
Sango relaxed under his touch. She snuggled closer. Miroku pulled her closer. Sango complied and rested her head on his chest. The warmth radiating off his chest and sending waves of heat to her back and through her body.
'I have to tell him now.' She thought but the words would not come off her tongue. It was if her voice box had somehow vanished and all she could do was wait for it to come back.
Sango pushed her head to the crook of his neck inhaling his deep husky scent. The one that sent chills down her spine. She had longed for him to hold her like this. To welcome her into his open arms. While the night held it's stillness and it seemed as all time stopped before them.
Giving the one moment to relish it. To savor it. But without her knowing it would be the last time his strong arms held her in a warm embrace the last time.... His head would rest upon her head.
Miroku breathed in her scent. Smiling against her hair. He knew he would never again be this close. But he still had this one moment this one chance to be with her.
She shifted against him and he felt her body relax they both stared up into the sky that stretched endlessly, without ending for eternity, it would go around the world. Bringing both pain and comfort.
He felt her breath become slower and her eyes droop so that they completely closed. But before she lost all conscious she exhaled the air and let out a breathy whisper.
"I love you Miroku..."
After that his eyes widened and tears brimmed his eyes. But he pushed them back. He stroked her dark tresses lovingly.
He sat there for what seemed like hours and finally reached for Kagome's yellow bag.
He dug through it till he found a pencil and a pen. Using one of her books as a table he set the paper on it and began writing.
When he finished he head tears lingering and falling from his eyes. He stared down at the woman he so deeply loved. And removed her from his body setting her gently in the sleeping bag Kagome had provided her. Her stroked her thick bangs back. His crystal tears still falling.
'you have to do this if you want to save her.'
He bowed his head and put the letter in her hands. He bent down his face centimeters from hers. He closed his eyes and kissed her soft lips. The taste of her lips lingering on his. Forever would they stay in his mind. One tear fell upon her flawless face. He pulled himself up and walked deep into the forest.
Where the darkness over took him and he faded away. Maybe out of Sango's life forever.
The next morning the blue skies were not there. Instead dark grey clouds had taken their place. Sango felt a chill of wind rush against her skin. She opened her eyes to see Inuyasha and Kagome packing things up.
Shippo lay with Kilala but there was no Miroku. She sat up and felt a paper fall from her hands.
Curious she lifted her the paper and stroked it with her fingers. She looked down on the letter that was folded the letter read her name. It was in the monk's hand writing.
Slowly as if dreading what lay inside of it she opened the letter and began to read. Her heart pounding wildly against her chest. She felt as if she would break if she didn't calm down. She gulped and breathed in the air and let out a heavy sigh.
It read.....
Dear Sango Forgive me..... But I cannot love you back. I have only cherished you as a friend and cannot be your lover. Your words hit me deep, but I'm not ready to be in love yet. You have been strong and willed powered. Those are good qualities in a woman.
Do not think ill of yourself you are the most without a doubt perfect and flawless. I beg you do not cry. I'm sorry I could not return the same feelings. This is why you woke up without me this morning.
I cannot be around you it would be to strange to be around a friend who loved me when I could not in return give back those emotions. Please understand that I did not wish to hurt you and I will not fall in love with you for a reason....
I'm sorry I cannot give you that reason. Things are just too complicated. I will carry out on my own from now on. Please tell Shippo, Kagome-sama and Inuyasha farewell for me.
Never think you aren't good enough to have someone love you. Because in truth I just think that I don't deserve you. You deserve someone better not a monk who runs. Once again I ask for your forgiveness in hopes that we can still be friends.
Love Your perverted Monk
Miroku
She went stiff. Tears began trailing down her cheeks as she dropped the letter and brought her hands up to her face and her knees to her chest and curled herself into a ball. Kagome sensing this walked over to Sango. Her long black silky hair falling off her shoulder as she tried her best to comfort Sango.
"Sango-chan what's matter? Where's Miroku?" Sango stifled her tears and looked at Kagome. Her eyes filled with tears heart ach and pain. She let her tears hit the ground making water splashes as her salty tears reached the ground in between sniffles she managed to reply.
"He......he......didn't want me." She whispered as she chocked back another sob. She replayed the memory of his arms around her and how bad she wanted to feel the again. Why had he done this to her? She had told him she loved him only to find out he didn't feel the same.
She felt a wave of depression and a wave of pain. She picked up her feet and dragged them in a different direction.
"Sango where you going?" Kagome asked a bit worried. Sango faced her, tear streaks ran across her face.
"For a walk." Kagome nodded. Inuyasha landed next to her and pulled her up. Kagome hid her face in his shoulder.
"I hope she's ok." Kagome said her voice soft as she watched her heart broken friend disappear into the distance.
"Don't worry she will be." Kagome nodded as Inuyasha embraced her.
Sango walked trudging her legs. She stared at the grey clouds overhead. She bowed her head slightly. It seemed the sky could relate her pain. She sighed. She should of known that he would not feel the same.
She had thought him different. She scoffed how wrong she was. How very wrong she was indeed........ For he truly was different. But she was not noticing it.
He walked silently through and dark cave his hands fisted tightly. He staggered and pressed his hand against a wall to keep his balance. He felt a presence and aura he wished not to be around at the moment.
"Can you not leave me alone?" he hissed his voice filled with malice. Hatred hanging off his words.
"Touchie Touchie..... It seems you have done what I have asked so there for she'll live." The man chuckled at Mirkou's utter depression and anger. Everything was going perfect. That damn exterminator would die and he would not have to worry about her.
How he loved causing people pain. His presence soon left leaving a broken Miroku.
He closed his violet eyes and bit his lip.
"I'm sorry Sango I'm so Sorry."
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