AN: Sorry it took me so long to update. Got really busy with school ya know? Anyways here's the second chapie hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't Inuyasha or any of the characters, sad but true.
A Choice and a Consequence
Chapter Two Reasons
'Was it something I said? What exactly pushed him away?' The wind caressed her tear stained cheeks. As she stared off into the distance. She had hoped he would be the one. But his reason seemed so ridiculous. Sure he had told her he only loved her as a friend. But then why would he leave?
"Probably wanted to save me the pain." She scoffed. Pulling her knees closer to her chest, she sighed deeply. Something was nagging her. Telling her that his reason wasn't what it appeared to be. Slowly she lay down on her back, watching the cloudy skies spread. Closing her chocolate eyes she let the cold breezed kiss her face. Sango shivered from the lack of warmth.
Sango's dark hair spread around her. Softly blowing in her face, as she slowly breathed in and out. As Sango continue to think she came to a conclusion. He did deserver her. It was she who didn't deserve him.
Silently she let her tears fall quietly sniffing. Pulling herself to her feet she stood. 'I knew I was worthless.' She thought silently. Heading back.
Quietly he sat, his hands on his knees thinking to himself. Could there have been another way? Was it possible he had overlooked the situation and took what came? Sighing he looked towards the forest. She was most likely crying. He winced it was as if he could feel the pain in her soul tugging at him. The ach to have her in his arms was becoming unbearable. His violet eyes surveyed the tops of the trees. The wind whistled and howled with devastation.
Leaning his head back against the wall of the cave. He stared in front of him. Watching the fire he had built glow off the walls. The shadows dancing across them. The flames flickered; he listened to the crackling sound of the fire. Slowly he dared to turn once more in the direction on the forest. His violet eyes glowed with regret, depression, and worry.
Miroku knew she loved him. She had said it herself. He could still imagine her face as her eyes began drooping. The small smile on her lips that didn't fade through the whole night. He would have given anything to see her again. But he couldn't. He chocked back a sob. Quietly wondering what could have been.
The remembrance of the warmth of her body slowly crept into his mind. Playing over and over what she said like a broken record. His hand ran through his dark bangs. Pulling the back as the fell back into place.
He thought back to what had caused this great depression. And scowled in fury.
Flash Back
The light breeze drifted through mid day. Blowing the young monk's hair back. He smiled as his violet eyes watched the young exterminator. The women his heart was yielding to. Sighing softly he watched as she smiled chasing Kiara ahead of him. She looked like an innocent child who had never faced a hardship in her life.
But it always came back that she had truly suffered. But the pain was hidden underneath her new life. Her pain slowly fading away. She would never forget the memories. He was sure they would still hurt. But at least he could bring her comfort and new life. The life she didn't have.
"We'll camp here tonight." Inuyasha yelled behind him. Kagome, Sango and Miroku nodded in agreement. The started to create camp. Laying out the sleeping bags and such. The sun started to fall allowing the moon to rise. It was a full moon, so Miroku would keep watch last.
As the blackened sky began to twinkle with stars the companions began to grow tired. As it got later Miroku found himself telling his friends he would search the premises. They nodded. Sango had offered to join him, but he declined politely.
While walking over a hill filled with flowers he sat near a stream. He observed his surrounding. He slowly relaxed when he felt and heard nothing. He let the soothing sound of the stream's water running over the rocks calm his being. As he sat down to mediate a little he heard rustling in the bushes. He stood quickly and grabbed his staff.
"Don't be so nervous monk." Miroku narrowed his eyes and felt his body tense. The air polluted with the smell of a scoundrel. The voice had been low cold and nerve racking. Miroku took a step closer getting ready to pull his pray beads off when all of a sudden the voice interrupted his action. The darkness was making it hard to see as its blackness covered the enemy.
"I wouldn't if I was you, but if you truly wish to see that woman you love dead then go ahead." Miroku lowered his arm, suspicion filling his eyes. Behind it fear for Sango.
"I have come for revenge Monk. You will suffer something worse than death. You will suffer loneliness. You will be hated by her; her heart will hate you for causing her pain."
"What are you talking about?!" Yelled Miroku he was nervous. Scared and nervous. Not for his life but for Sango's.
The man chuckled. Well if you can even call him a man. His red eyes watching with delight at the confusion and fear that etched Miroku's face.
"I mean I'll kill her just to watch you suffer." Miroku stopped. His breath caught in his throat. He tried to breath but the air would not go in nor out. He glared at the man rage filling his body.
"Touch her and I will kill you here and now." The mysterious man froze. Miroku's voice had been deathly quiet and sincere. It had been cold and bone chilling. You wouldn't have expected such a voice to come from the lighthearted Miroku.
The demon or man laughed.
"What good will it do if she's dead. My servants are surrounding her this moment. Hidden well within the trees. She'll be dead unless you do something that will spare her life yet not her heart."
His voice was sly and evil. Miroku clenched his fist, they shook by his side. His black and purple robes blowing with the wind.
Miroku's eyes cast down.
"What do I have to do?" he asked quietly, but the man heard him and smiled sadistically.
"You have until tomorrow morning to break her heart and leave her alone and hurt."
His voice made the young monk want to strangle him. He was so cruel. Miroku nodded and the demon was gone. Miroku sighed his whole body tense. He began walking towards the camp site.
End of Flash Back
Sighing heavily as he remembered his conversation with the demon or man whatever he was he let his tears fall. He didn't even know the guy! How sad is it that some man was getting revenge on him for something he had no idea of doing? His head shot up. Now that he thought about it, what had he done to the man?
He certainly never heard his voice before. It wasn't familiar. What if he actually had nothing to do with this? What if he had just set a trap for him and Sango to split?
Could it be he was trying to split the whole gang apart?
He tried to breathe. Sango could still be in danger. But what if he just didn't remember the voice? What if the man had a bone to pick with his father that he decided to pick out on him? So many possibilities plagued is tired mind. Carelessly he banged his head on the wall. Contemplating on how to handle the situation.
In all his years he had hit a stump, one he couldn't get out of. It was a lose, lose situation. He could leave and go on with his life living in sorrow for the loss of his love. Or he could go back and find out that Sango was in danger and most likely see her die.
Great fate was not with him. It was basically against him. He closed his eyes trying to calm his confused mind. To clear his mind and think. But no matter how he tried, the worry for Sango always came back. He cast his eyes to the forest once again looking at the over head view. The cold grey skies filling the world. He could see lightning a little ways ahead.
Turning his head away he quietly thought to himself. Furrowing his eye brows he shut his eyes tightly as if trying to not remember about the past. He would simply have to move on. Simply have to get over her. HA! That one was going to blow up in his face!
"Sango." He let her name roll of his tongue as if trying to gain comfort from knowing she would be safe. But the thought only made him questioned. 'Would she be safe now that I'm gone?'
He thought. There were some many questions. Some many things left unsaid.
Quietly he stood and started towards the front of the cave. Watching the thunder light up the darkened sky.
"Kami, What do I do?"
"Sango-Chan, are you going to be alright?" Kagome asked quietly, her brown orbs filled with concern for her friend. Sango turned to Kagome and forced a smile one her face and nodded. Though the knot in her throat would not go away. Kiara came and perched herself on Sango's shoulder licking her master's face. Sango sadly smiled as she softly scratched behind her demon pet's ears.
Her brown hair softly trailed behind her she slowly walked. Kagome seeing the distress on her friends face grabbed Shippo and Inuyasha and pulled them a little ways ahead.
"Kagome what are you doing?" asked Inuyasha staring at her a bit confused. Kagome sadly smiled at him and looked back at Sango. Inuyasha's golden eyes stared behind him to Sango's head bowed down and her hand clasped to together wringing each other from depression.
"She needs time Inuyasha." He nodded, sympathy etching his face. 'Stupid monk, poor Sango' His mind said. Absentmindly he glanced at Kagome, her ivory skin and long silky black hair blowing in the wind. With eyes set of determination, he would never hurt her like the monk hurt Sango.
But looking forward again his shoulders slumped. He already had. The one person that caused it was Kikyo. He had simply forgot Kagome existed when Kikyo came into the picture. He hadn't meant to; but Kikyo somehow always entranced him when she came. Maybe it was the piece of him that hoped she would still be the same.
His eyes grew sad as she glanced once more at Kagome. Sighing softly he kept walking deciding to think about this later. But then again didn't he always do that?
When they neared a hut, the rain had begun to fall. They set foot in the hut quietly sitting in corners. Kagome lay around Inuyasha while Sango and Kiara lay on the other side. Sango was lost deep in her thoughts she hadn't felt Kiara come and sit in her lap.
Her brown hair cascaded around he shoulders as she began brushing it. Quietly thinking of what could've been. Slowly searching through her things she found Miroku's letter. Sango held the paper in her hand, at first thinking she would keep it. To always remind her why she was never good enough. Then she had second thoughts, she tore the paper in half and in little pieces. And threw them in the fire that flickered.
The flames went up as she watched the letter burn and fall into ashes. This would be a symbol that she would get over him. He had certainly never loved her and certainly gotten over her. So she would do the same and simply forget him. Another big HA! It was going to blow up in her pretty face if she wasn't' to careful.
Running her fingers over her kimono she sat. Her now dull brown eyes looking blank. As if she was dead. And to be honest she practically was. I mean he had broken her heart she had lost her family. What else did she have? Sure she had friends but that would not replace the aching and the longing residing in her soul. No one could ever fill that empty space but him, or her family.
Both were ripped away from her. Did Kami hate her that much? What exactly had she done to deserve such fate? Wringing her hands together in mere boredom she began to feel tired.
Lying on her back she stared at the ceiling watching the shadows that were cast on them. She closed her eyes to hear the thunder pound in her ears. All was silent as she could hear the soft padding on the ground from the rain. It was soothing now that she thought about. It lulled her into a deep sleep.
Never once knowing the gleaming eyes staring at her from the door way. Never once noticing the sick smile that spread across his face. While the darkness covered the room. He silently left.
"Soon exterminator soon you'll be put out of your misery." He chuckled as he walked under the trees. The rain falling on him. Soaking him, but he merely laughed in sick delight as he walked.