She's Not Mine
Chapter five:
I Don't Want Her. You Can Have Her. She's Not Good For Me.
(Btw, there's a polka song, don't ask how I know, but it's called 'She's Too Fat For Me' and I got the title of this chapter from it. I don't own that either.)
Miroku followed after where he was sure Sango had gone, but it took a while for him to catch up to where she actually was. He tried to walk up without her noticing, but he snapped a twig and she turned around. 'So much for the element of surprise,' he thought sarcastically. She sighed and turned back the way she was facing before. "What are YOU doing here?" she asked dully. He sweat dropped a little, but walked around to face her. She had her head bowed, and her eyes were lost in the shadows. He hesitated, but summed up his determination to make things right, and put a hand under her chin. She resisted at first, but finally she looked up at him. His heart broke at the tears welling up in her chocolate eyes, and he tried to brush them with his thumbs having taken her face in both hands. Besides Inu Yasha, Miroku was the biggest sucker for crying women, and the thought of making Sango so sad made all lecherous thoughts leave his mind...for now.
They stood there like that for some time, Sango sniffling, and Miroku wiping away her tears. She finally closed her eyes and whimpered, making a few thoughts return, but not many. He thought of what might make things better, and soon he found himself leaning forward, something he'd been wanting to do for a long time. The moment his lips touched her though, she opened her eyes and slapped him away. He stood there, head cocked slightly to the left, wondering what had gone wrong. He hadn't groped her, at least not yet, and he had expected her to want the kiss. He looked back at her after a moment, and found her glaring at him. "S-Sango- I can't- what do you want, if not this?"
She had to admit, he'd been romantic for once in his life, or at least twice, she supposed. "Sixteen, huh?" she asked angrily. "Was she the first? How many women have you knocked off like that, monk? All this time I thought that asking a woman to bare your child was some sort of an inside joke I would never understand, but I guess if a woman actually said yes you would have-"
"No."
She was taken aback by his simple and frank statement, but she tried in vain to hide it. "W-what? What do you mean 'no'?"
"That's exactly what I mean, Sango. I did not 'knock off' any women, but was simply a hormonal teenager looking for a one-night stand. I had no intention of getting anyone pregnant, and had I stuck around long enough to find out, I would have stayed with my child. And as for asking women to bare my children, I suppose it is an inside joke, because I was only serious when I asked one person."
"And was that your child's mother?" she asked sarcastically.
"I told you Sango, I didn't want to get her pregnant. She said she loved me before we fell asleep, and I got scared because I didn't return the feeling."
"Then who else could you have been serious about?" she asked a little more frantically than she wanted. Who could it be?
"Let's just say I spend a lot of time with her, and hope that someday she'll accept my offer."
"But what about that little girl? What will happen to her?"
"Well, I really didn't want this kind of a burden-"
"Burden?! Miroku, that's your daughter! You have to take care of her now!"
"I can't Sango, and I don't think she wants me to. Keade will look after her."
"So you'll just go off and leave her?" she asked incredulously.
"Sango, she wanted to go off and leave ME. She didn't want to come back with me, but I insisted once she said she didn't know where she was going. Katura has a strong spirit, and I'm surprised she actually obliged to come back on Kirara."
"S-so...she doesn't want you? Why did she come after you in the first place then?"
"She wanted to know who I was and why I left her mother. Simply curiosity. She was so upset though..." he trailed off, feeling the place where she had slapped him. "She could have killed me if she wanted last night, but she felt obligated to let me go since she promised you that you could have me." Sango blushed at this.
"She really spared you because of her promise to me? But why?"
"She didn't say. All she told me was that she wished she could rip me apart, and that she didn't know what you saw in me, but she promised you could have me back. And so I'm here."
Sango was beet red by now. "she must have telepathic powers, doesn't she?"
"Yes, and it's not the only thing she has. Apparently unbeknownst to me, her mother's line had a hanyou in it. It skipped her mother's generation, but came out in Katura. She has claws, and a sense of smell rivaled only to Inu Yasha, and...she also inherited my kazana."
Sango went wide-eyed. "She is quite powerful! I hope she never comes across us in battle..."
"She won't hurt you, Sango."
"M-me? Why not?"
"I have a feeling she cares for you, more than anyone else at least."
"ACTUALLY," said a voice behind them, "I pitied you for falling for such an idiotic monk." Katura came out of the shadows, and boy did she seem ticked. Sango got between the girl and Miroku. "But no, I will not hurt you. Miroku on the other hand, should watch his back." SLAP!
Miroku looked over Sango's shoulder to see that she had slapped his daughter, who had yet to move due to the shock of being struck. "Do not speak to your father in such a way. He may be a lecherous fool, but you are still required to respect him." Katura lifted a hand to her red cheek, touching the place where she had been hit.
"Who are you trying to be?" she whispered, catching Sango off guard. She looked up at the demon hunter. "Why are you acting like my mother?" Again, the question made her vulnerable.
"I-I have to. No one else will teach you these things, so I will."
"You-you're doing it because you love my father, aren't you?" Sango blushed and looked back and forth between the monk and his daughter, not sure who to address the answer to.
"I-I-"
But all of a sudden there was a crash in the woods behind them and something zoomed out at them. It flashed in the clearing for only a second, then whizzed by Katura and was gone. "That was interesting," said the girl, not sure what had just happened.
Miroku looked at his daughter, and noticed that the side of her light blue kimono was now red. "Katura! You're bleeding!" He took her arm in his hand and looked at it closely. There was a gash near her shoulder and she hadn't even noticed it. "We should get you back to the village." He began to lead her down the path he had come, and she looked back at Sango, who was still standing there at a loss for words.
"Come on, Sango-sama! Don't leave me with this guy-I mean father-alone." The demon hunter nodded and followed in suit; surprised at the title she had just been given.
(For those of you not familiar w/ Japanese, sama is a suffix used to honor someone. Sango-sama basically means my lady Sango, and also, chan is a sign of endearment, like Miroku dear, and Houshi means low level monk, which Miroku is.)
kk, that's all fer now folks! Enjoy! AND REVIEW FER CRYING OUT LOUD! Sry, I'm desperate for feedback!
Chapter five:
I Don't Want Her. You Can Have Her. She's Not Good For Me.
(Btw, there's a polka song, don't ask how I know, but it's called 'She's Too Fat For Me' and I got the title of this chapter from it. I don't own that either.)
Miroku followed after where he was sure Sango had gone, but it took a while for him to catch up to where she actually was. He tried to walk up without her noticing, but he snapped a twig and she turned around. 'So much for the element of surprise,' he thought sarcastically. She sighed and turned back the way she was facing before. "What are YOU doing here?" she asked dully. He sweat dropped a little, but walked around to face her. She had her head bowed, and her eyes were lost in the shadows. He hesitated, but summed up his determination to make things right, and put a hand under her chin. She resisted at first, but finally she looked up at him. His heart broke at the tears welling up in her chocolate eyes, and he tried to brush them with his thumbs having taken her face in both hands. Besides Inu Yasha, Miroku was the biggest sucker for crying women, and the thought of making Sango so sad made all lecherous thoughts leave his mind...for now.
They stood there like that for some time, Sango sniffling, and Miroku wiping away her tears. She finally closed her eyes and whimpered, making a few thoughts return, but not many. He thought of what might make things better, and soon he found himself leaning forward, something he'd been wanting to do for a long time. The moment his lips touched her though, she opened her eyes and slapped him away. He stood there, head cocked slightly to the left, wondering what had gone wrong. He hadn't groped her, at least not yet, and he had expected her to want the kiss. He looked back at her after a moment, and found her glaring at him. "S-Sango- I can't- what do you want, if not this?"
She had to admit, he'd been romantic for once in his life, or at least twice, she supposed. "Sixteen, huh?" she asked angrily. "Was she the first? How many women have you knocked off like that, monk? All this time I thought that asking a woman to bare your child was some sort of an inside joke I would never understand, but I guess if a woman actually said yes you would have-"
"No."
She was taken aback by his simple and frank statement, but she tried in vain to hide it. "W-what? What do you mean 'no'?"
"That's exactly what I mean, Sango. I did not 'knock off' any women, but was simply a hormonal teenager looking for a one-night stand. I had no intention of getting anyone pregnant, and had I stuck around long enough to find out, I would have stayed with my child. And as for asking women to bare my children, I suppose it is an inside joke, because I was only serious when I asked one person."
"And was that your child's mother?" she asked sarcastically.
"I told you Sango, I didn't want to get her pregnant. She said she loved me before we fell asleep, and I got scared because I didn't return the feeling."
"Then who else could you have been serious about?" she asked a little more frantically than she wanted. Who could it be?
"Let's just say I spend a lot of time with her, and hope that someday she'll accept my offer."
"But what about that little girl? What will happen to her?"
"Well, I really didn't want this kind of a burden-"
"Burden?! Miroku, that's your daughter! You have to take care of her now!"
"I can't Sango, and I don't think she wants me to. Keade will look after her."
"So you'll just go off and leave her?" she asked incredulously.
"Sango, she wanted to go off and leave ME. She didn't want to come back with me, but I insisted once she said she didn't know where she was going. Katura has a strong spirit, and I'm surprised she actually obliged to come back on Kirara."
"S-so...she doesn't want you? Why did she come after you in the first place then?"
"She wanted to know who I was and why I left her mother. Simply curiosity. She was so upset though..." he trailed off, feeling the place where she had slapped him. "She could have killed me if she wanted last night, but she felt obligated to let me go since she promised you that you could have me." Sango blushed at this.
"She really spared you because of her promise to me? But why?"
"She didn't say. All she told me was that she wished she could rip me apart, and that she didn't know what you saw in me, but she promised you could have me back. And so I'm here."
Sango was beet red by now. "she must have telepathic powers, doesn't she?"
"Yes, and it's not the only thing she has. Apparently unbeknownst to me, her mother's line had a hanyou in it. It skipped her mother's generation, but came out in Katura. She has claws, and a sense of smell rivaled only to Inu Yasha, and...she also inherited my kazana."
Sango went wide-eyed. "She is quite powerful! I hope she never comes across us in battle..."
"She won't hurt you, Sango."
"M-me? Why not?"
"I have a feeling she cares for you, more than anyone else at least."
"ACTUALLY," said a voice behind them, "I pitied you for falling for such an idiotic monk." Katura came out of the shadows, and boy did she seem ticked. Sango got between the girl and Miroku. "But no, I will not hurt you. Miroku on the other hand, should watch his back." SLAP!
Miroku looked over Sango's shoulder to see that she had slapped his daughter, who had yet to move due to the shock of being struck. "Do not speak to your father in such a way. He may be a lecherous fool, but you are still required to respect him." Katura lifted a hand to her red cheek, touching the place where she had been hit.
"Who are you trying to be?" she whispered, catching Sango off guard. She looked up at the demon hunter. "Why are you acting like my mother?" Again, the question made her vulnerable.
"I-I have to. No one else will teach you these things, so I will."
"You-you're doing it because you love my father, aren't you?" Sango blushed and looked back and forth between the monk and his daughter, not sure who to address the answer to.
"I-I-"
But all of a sudden there was a crash in the woods behind them and something zoomed out at them. It flashed in the clearing for only a second, then whizzed by Katura and was gone. "That was interesting," said the girl, not sure what had just happened.
Miroku looked at his daughter, and noticed that the side of her light blue kimono was now red. "Katura! You're bleeding!" He took her arm in his hand and looked at it closely. There was a gash near her shoulder and she hadn't even noticed it. "We should get you back to the village." He began to lead her down the path he had come, and she looked back at Sango, who was still standing there at a loss for words.
"Come on, Sango-sama! Don't leave me with this guy-I mean father-alone." The demon hunter nodded and followed in suit; surprised at the title she had just been given.
(For those of you not familiar w/ Japanese, sama is a suffix used to honor someone. Sango-sama basically means my lady Sango, and also, chan is a sign of endearment, like Miroku dear, and Houshi means low level monk, which Miroku is.)
kk, that's all fer now folks! Enjoy! AND REVIEW FER CRYING OUT LOUD! Sry, I'm desperate for feedback!