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Westley : I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Buttercup : Well... you were dead.
Westley : Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
Buttercup : I will never doubt again.
Westley : There will never be a need.

Miroku's head was about ready to explode. 'Where am I?' He asked himself trying to sit up. Groaning and pushing to get his tattered body into an upright position. Memories started pouring back Sango, Naraku, the demon.

"Sango" He yelled instantly yanking around and seeing the dead woman lying beside him. Her appearance was grimy and tattered from the battle. "Sango?" He tried again slowly rubbing her back hoping for a response. 'Is she really gone? No it can't be, I won't let it be.'

Though he was tired, and bruised Miroku mustered up the strength to lift Sango into his arms. He didn't know what he could possible do. Cradling her Miroku just stared at what was in his embrace. The colors in her cheeks were gone. The lips that used to smile so clearly were starting to turn blue. The realization started setting in. He would never have a chance to talk to her, listen to her thoughts, argue, or have the chance to feel her up ever again.

The pain was overwhelming. The woman he truly cared for was gone, and she wasn't coming back. Suddenly the sky started to crackle. Shaking himself out of the moment Miroku noticed the world around him becoming distorted. Loud noises shifted as he felt them being sucked from the temple of death.

'Miroku...'

"What? Who's there?" Miroku could hear someone calling for him, a soft feminine voice soothing to hear.

'Miroku...?'

"Sango?" Slowly the dark started to shift and color were becoming noticeable as well as shapes. He recognized this place, 'but where am I?'

'Miroku you ass get her back before you hurt yourselves even more!' It wasn't Sango.

Now able to see exactly what was going on he saw Kaede's hut. Sango's body was lying on the same cot. Kagome and InuYasha were dozing in and out of sleep against the wall. His body remained in the cross legged position he had left in and Ki lala was staring right at him!

'Will you just hurry it up? You're pushing your limits even now.'

Realizing exactly what she was talking about, Miroku's spirit started descending to the ground. Gently he placed Sango's soul back into her body where it truly belonged. Once he was sure the job was done he shifted and realigned with his own body.

(Sango)

Sango slowly opened her eyes. It felt like forever sense she felt this real. The past was blurry but she knew something happened, and Miroku saved her. Twisting her head around she saw all of her friends lined up beside the cot. Kagome was smiling and very close to tears. Inuyasha was smirking but obviously glad to see her. Ki lala came up and started rubbing at her hands. It was so good to see them all.

(Miroku)

Miroku sat on the opposite side of everyone else. Everything seemed to be falling into place. Sango was back, and everyone was at peace again. Except for him that is. He had known from the beginning that Sango and he shared something special. 'But is there more?' Miroku lifted himself up and walked over to Sango's cot. Kneeling next to her she truly looked regal. His right hand took control and took her hand in his. Sango smiled brightly and with a small jump went into his arms holding on tightly.

This odd feeling fell over Miroku. Inside he felt at peace, and very happy for the show of affection. After what seemed like forever Sango shifted out of his embrace. He looked at her face wide with shock. Before he knew it she slapped his face leaving a large red hand print on his face. He looked down at his right hand that was flexing its fingers.

'SHIT!!!'