For Miroku...
Those tears you shed will be in vain
as I shield you from the pain
and I promise to be here forever
and never cause you to hurt anymore
Those hurtful words that were sent your way
are nothing more than painful illusions
from the hate from the hearts of evil
and Ishall take the wounds and make them go away
I shall be there for you when
they lash their whips
so beware the poison that sprays
and hide your fears and anger
they may trick
they may lie
but what their hearts
say will be revealed by I
so do not worry
do not fret
I will be their undoing
so that you may rest
It's Okay
Part Two of Two
For Sango...
I cannot live
like this any longer.
I cannot.
I cannot.
You shake your head
as if it is not true.
But I cannot.
I cannot.
I tell you to
please hear me out.
You cannot.
You will not.
I turn away with
tears to shed.
I cannot.
I shall not.
You do not believe me
when I say it.
I cannot.
I cannot.
I cannot stay
here in paradise
with you because
he has trapped my soul
and with him I shall have to stay.
So please do not
tell me to stay.
It is not my choice.
Alas, I cannot.
I cannot.
I cannot.
I cannot leave him there to die
I have to leave you, please don't cry
I cannot stay
I cannot stay
I cannot
I cannot
I cannot.
As Sango sat by the fire, she watched the flames dance.
I cannot leave him there to die
I have to leave you, please don't cry
Why did it have to be so hard? She had just thought of something she might be able to do... some last sliver of hope... no! She wasn't going to think about it like that. Think positive. Sesshoumaru would be more than willing if she bribed him with something he wanted.
I cannot stay
with you because
...why? Why did it have to be a choice? Miroku or Kohaku?
...Miroku... Kohaku...
I cannot live
like this any longer.
The names echoed in her head and she groaned in frustration. Miroku chose then to return from gathering more firewood. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly, kneeling down by the fire to tend to it. Sango drew her knees to her and bowed her head while shaking it. Knowing better, Miroku set himself to roasting their dinner of the evening. Sango sat there in a small little bundle as she thought her choices over. It's obvious what my choices are. I just need to know. This is still so messed up. She couldn't possibly do this.
and I promise to be here forever
and never cause you to hurt anymore
It was as if she would be killing Kohaku all over again if she chose to stay with Miroku and just let things be.
I cannot.
I shall not.
She could never just leave Miroku like that. Out of the whole group.. out of Shippou.. Inuyasha... Kagome... Kaede even... Miroku was always the one who could cheer her up no matter what. She was indebted to all her friends, dear as they were to her.
I tell you to
please hear me out.
It was just that... he was her brother. Her last blood. She had been with him, known him, grown up with him since the day he was born. It was just not right. Damn Naraku... damn him into the seven hells.
he has trapped my soul
and with him I shall have to stay
Only what could she do now, out of all the times she could have been mourning? Naraku was buried, long dead. But he had taken Kohaku with her. Even if she went and saved him. Even if she went and dug up his bones... she would still be haunted by him... his death... his hand reaching out and calling out for her one last time... "Onee-chan..."
Sango snapped up. "What?" Miroku turned and looked at her, sparing a moment to reflect on her and not the food he was handling.
"Isn't that what he called you Sango? Onee-chan?" Miroku nodded, as if answering his own question. He turned back to the fire, tending to it. Nurturing it. "I think... you should stop dwelling on this Sango..."
Those hurtful words that were sent your way
are nothing more than painful illusions
Sango slowly slid her legs down, and sat in a more relaxed position, although she still kept her hands wrapped around herself, as if to protect herself from any invisible pain. Perhaps she should listen to Miroku... maybe... he could heal her mind... she must be going insane right now... thinking such horrid horrid thoughts...
I shall take the wounds and make them go away
I shall be there for you
"I think that... Sango, you need to stop blaming yourself. Naraku was an arrogant asshole and he deserved nothing more than the fiery death we gave him." Miroku's tone changed. It became more rugged, more harsh. "Naraku's death was too good for him. We should have made him suffer."
"Miroku..." she breathed. How could she have been so blinded by anger? How could she have forgotten? She had been inflicted the pain upon one generation of her family... and yet.. Miroku's had been cursed with anguish for three. His father, and his father's father both fell under the same curse that Naraku had so cruelly inflicted upon them... and here he was... having been rejoicing that he was free... while she sunk into her gloom and tore his heart apart. Hadn't she promised to be with him? How could she have forgotten? It was not all about her... it wasn't.
so beware the poison that sprays
and hide your fears and anger
She began to cry again. Miroku turned away from the fire and rushed to her side. "What's wrong Sango?"
"I'm sorry, oh gods Miroku I'm so so so sorry..." she sobbed, and threw her arms around him. She clung to him, crying until she could no longer cry. She gently loosened the hold on him, and looked at his face. Miroku seemed worried, anxious. All for her? Her?
Those tears you shed will be in vain
as I shield you from the pain
"Sango, please stop all this crying. It really isn't like you. And this hugging? What? You?? Initiating physical contact that does not involve my pain?" Miroku said with a tease in his voice. Sango smiled, a small smile and her tear streaked face shone from it. "There, that's better. See? Now all I have to do is lower my hand and all is - "
"Miroku..." Sango's smile drooped and disappeared. "I want to... talk..."
"Yes?" Miroku prompted her as she fell into silence. She looked at him, with sad sad eyes, and shook her head. "It's alright Sango. Sometimes it's just too hard to say anything..." Miroku's tone was soft, almost gentle. "I just wanted to say that at least something good came out of this."
I will be their undoing
so that you may rest
Sango's forehead furrowed. "And what is that?"
"We're closer than before. I am truly thankful for that Sango, I truly am. Sango...?" Miroku craned his head to see the look on Sango's face. It was not good. Her body was shaking and it seemed she was extremely happy. Or angry. Whichever, she was reacting very oddly to it.
"How... how can you say something like that?" she hissed, her tone full of anguish. She began to stand up, and when she did, her back was stiff and her arms were at her side, her hands clenched into fists.
I cannot.
I shall not.
Miroku quickly stood up and stood close to Sango. "Heyy - please. Sango, don't be like this. You take everything I'm saying wrong."
"Because everything you're saying is!!" she snapped. She softened her eyes slightly, seeing the hurt look in Miroku's expression. "Look - you don't understand!"
You do not believe me
when I say it.
"I know. Let me try. Let me try and see what you're feeling Sango. I want to be there and help you but I can't if you won't let me." he sighed, and sat down on a tree stump.
"Miroku- you don't. You can't. You wouldn't. My brother- my last kin - is dead. I can't have the peace of knowing I avenged his death. I can't have the peace of knowing his grave is somewhere. I can't even have the fucking peace of scattering his ashes in the ocean!!" she stamped her foot for emphasis, but sighed and sat down next to him, tucking her knees in under her chin.
I have to leave you, please don't cry
Miroku turned his head to face her. "I know... I can't possibly know that feeling. I mean, having my father sucked into his own cursed hand could have not given me any feelings like that."
Those tears you shed will be in vain
as I shield you from the pain
Sango turned and faced him. "Oh Miroku.. it's not that... it isn't."
"I know it isn't Sango. I just want you to know that you aren't alone. I will be here for you. Always." Sango looked at him with hopeful eyes.
"Promise?" she whispered. He nodded and she smiled, the left side of her smile trembling slightly. "Thank you..." and she leaned over and embraced him with her arms. Startled, Miroku shot out his arm to support himself with but used his other, and willing, arm to hug her back.
and I promise to be here forever
and never cause you to hurt anymore
"See... I told you everything would be okay. So I'm going to say it again..."
"It's okay..." Sango finished for him, hugging him tighter. "I know. As long as you're with me... it will all be okay..."
so do not worry
do not fret
I will be their undoing
so that you may rest
AN: I'm not so used to doing Sango and Miroku romances, let alone leave it into a one-shot so I think this was okay... I'm happy with it... sorta.
My aunt died today... this is in dedication to her... RIP... it's so sad... my uncle refuses to sit down and rest, because he's blaming himself for falling asleep. before she died she said, "go to sleep, get some rest. you're the best husband in the world" and so he did. and she died... it puts a whole new perspective on death, when somone you know dies... everything changes.
ps...i'm sorry if any of this is a bit choppy. i'm not in the mood to edit right now. really. i'm not.