Gah! Fanfiction and their stupid "no more spaces in between paragraphs!" Now I have to make lines…Argh! Won't…do…lines!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!
Oh well.
I hope you enjoy this and the nice little twist I'm gonna give you. This is for all you "Naraku is always the bad guy in the background pulling the strings and controlling people" people.
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"...Sango..." Miroku breathed as he whimpered in his sleep. Said taiji-ya smiled faintly at the sleeping monk. He was so exhausted, battle-weary, sick...hurt...and more. But still, despite that, he had prayed for the devoured townspeople, and Yume, so that they would travel safely to the afterlife.
Miroku had been so weak that she had had to support him, so close that she could hear him whisper and gasp his sutras; so exhausted that he had fallen into darkness immediately after.
"I wish this could all be over..." she murmured, drawing the damp cloth across his forehead. "I wish we could have all just lived in peace and not known about Naraku and the jewel shards..."
"...yes..." The taiji-ya jumped, startled by Miroku's bleary violet eyes and the words he whispered. "...but...then...I would...not have...met you...."
"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" All he could do was shake his head a half-turn and smile as he slipped unconscious, his strength gone again.
"How is he Sango-chan?" Kagome tucked in a fold of her sleeping bag around the monk's shoulder.
"Better...but still weak...we should have stayed in the village" Sango smoothed the wrinkles in the bright red fabric, "...the forest is too open..."
"But all those bad memories," Kagome sighed, "I think it would have hurt him more...Sango-chan?"
"I'm okay," the demon huntress whispered, wiping away the stray tears, "I'm just so happy to have Houshi-sama back..."
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A heavy cough startled Sango awake and she was instantly at his side cursing herself for falling asleep on him like that. She helped him into a half sitting position and supported him there while rubbing his back in soothing circles. Shivering violently and breathing hard he leaned against her with a quiet groan and she almost pushed him away but managed to quell her sudden indignity and pull him closer instead, noticing with slight satisfaction, that his breathing had calmed. But she could feel the searing heat of his body right through his thick clothes and wondered how he could be so hot without melting.
Carefully so that she wouldn't disturb him more the taiji-ya picked up Kagome's canteen and let him drink from it. He gulped the water down eagerly but slipped away soon after, sleep being his greater thirst. Wetting a piece of bandage she swabbed his face and neck with the coarse material and smiled when he sighed and leaned into her touch.
Sango was reminded of the night, so long ago it seemed, when he had held her in his arms and cried into her shoulder. She remembered the drunken feeling of his body heat against her and the way his body shuddered with his sobs. She remembered the way he had spoken, softly, telling her that he was glad that she was there...
And then she remembered the hate burning in his eyes as he tried to kill her...she could only thank the gods that he hadn't thought to use the kazaana on them...
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Sunlight trickled through the leafy canopy and motes of pollen drifted lazily through the air only to land on Inuyasha's sensitive nose and tickle him awake with vague, feathery touches. He looked around, sniffed to get the spores off his nose and stared absentmindedly at Miroku and Sango. The stupid bouzu made her cry...he thought suddenly and watched him breath. Something so simple and yet so important...he remembered all too clearly when he wasn't breathing...
When he had been dead...
The hanyou shook the thought away and cursed his human emotions. They get you nowhere! Growling quietly to himself he scented the air again and wondered what lurked just outside his comfort zone that made his fur bristle and his senses tingle...
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Her bright hair shone in the sunlight as the water glinted off the surface of the pool she washed it in. The dark haired woman ran a hand through her tangled tresses and stared at her reflection in the rippling water. Slowly she grinned and her violet eyes shone with malevolence and perhaps even merriment. The image of her face disappeared and was replaced with five other figures, one of which could barely open his eyes.
"My son..." with fake sympathy she pouted at her mirrored image. "How sad it is that you never knew me..."
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"Come on, Inuyasha." Kagome slung her pack over her shoulder and gestured to the brooding hanyou. "We're taking Miroku-sama back to Kaede-baa-chan." Only his swiveling ears told her that he had heard her and he grunted after a little while in what seemed an affirmative action.
"Careful, houshi-sama...don't strain yourself, lean on me..." the taiji-ya's comforting stream of words were barely heard by the spent priest but he did as she told him and leaned heavily on her, shaky legs unable to support his own weight. Sango half-lifted his light body onto Kirara's strong back and then positioned herself behind Miroku to steady him. He fell back against her with a painfully weak cry and panted, drawing in shallow breaths that racked his pale frame.
A shadow seemed to hang over his face; even with his fever flushed cheeks he was incredibly pale, and sweat dampened his hair. "Hang in there...Kagome-chan, hand me the canteen please." Obligingly, the reincarnated miko unscrewed the top and gave it over to Sango who helped Miroku drink a little. Kagome packed it away again as Shippo clambered onto her shoulder with a sigh.
"I'm worried about him, Kagome...will she be able to help?" Kagome patted the little kitsune's head.
"I'm sure she will, don't worry, Shippo-chan..."
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"Sango...where are we...?" Miroku whispered tiredly, unable to open his eyes or lift his head from where it now leaned back and rested against her warm shoulder. He trembled with cold, and the effort of breathing.
"We're almost to the cross-roads that lead to Kaede-baa-san. Sleep, we still have a day to go and the stronger you are the better..." Loosely she gripped his bandaged fingers where they rested, uncharacteristically still, on her leg.
"...'kay..." his voice sounded small and strained, she could feel his breath catch in his chest and hear the raspy, wet sound from his lungs. She sighed and gently stroked his forehead. This was bad and he wasn't improving. Sango could only hope the Kaede-baa-san could help him or that Kagome had some medicine from her time that would cure him.
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How was that? Man, my Miro/San fics always come out so long…
Well, it's prolly not nearly over…stay with me!