by TheUltimatePrankster
He never felt so free. For once in his life, things seemed to be heading in the right direction. His friends had finally professed their love and were soon to committed their lives to each other. The small kit, whom he felt like a father and guardian to, was well taken care of and was happy. He smiled at the family. They looked quite happy. He always thought he'd want the same. He looked around for the other person of the group and saw her. Sango always managed to take his breath away. Miroku glanced down at his hand. Yes, now the curse was lifted. It was his excuse for not telling her how she was the light of his life. He was always worried of death and leaving her widowed if she returned his affections. Before he met her, his life was full of deception, broken hearts, and empty promises. Now... she was walking towards him. He thought he had strayed into a dream.
"Miroku... what are you doing out here alone? Aren't you taking Inuyasha's job?" He smiled and gave a small chuckle.
"I was just pondering over things."
"What type of things?"
"Life. What comes next. All my life I was dedicated to hunting and killing Naraku, but I never thought beyond that." Sango sat down next to his laying form. Kelala, her faithful companion for as long as she could remember, on her shoulder.
"Truth be told, I never thought I'd live past the final battle with Naraku."
"Neither did I." He said as he glanced at his uncursed hands.
"Did you always expect to die by the curse or by Naraku?" She asked. He looked at her wide-eyed.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to ask anything personal."
"No. It's alright. I don't mind you asking personal things. It just took me by surprise. Um... yeah. For the most part, yeah."
"Well, have you ever had any desires or dreams for the future?"
"Well, I always saw myself with a family if I lived past it. A wife, who I could be fully dedicated to, and maybe some kids." Sango smiled. She could see Miroku having a family. She pictured him with a young boy on his shoulders and a daughter hugging his leg. She blinked as she realized she saw herself in the daughter she pictured. She had grown fond of the monk, sitting next to her during their adventures. She knew that if he left, she'd be heart broken and was now preparing herself for the inevitable in her mind.
"Sango? Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking... you'd make a good father." She said as her cheeks flushed. There was a silence.
"Sango?"
"Yeah?"
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Surely, you have some desires."
"Oh, I want to rebuild my village and return it to it's normal glory and then erect proper tombs for those villagers who were killed."
"A noble goal. What about after?"
"I don't know. A family, perhaps."
"For what it's worth, you'd make a good mother and wife." There was another silence much like the one before. Miroku took a deep breath.
"Will you be my wife?"
"What?" He smiled sweetly over at her.
"Sango, I have a profound respect for you. I know I've offended you on numerous occasions, but I'm willing to put a stop to that. I love you."
Sango looked over at him a tear in her eye. "How many people have you said that to?"
"I love you?" She nodded. He glanced away.
"More than I could have ever meant, saying I've never truly loved anyone except for you." Sango looked at him. He was looking away. His head lowered in disgrace. She placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her and was captivated by the intense gaze in her brown eyes.
"Yes. I'll be your wife. I love you." His gaze never left hers as he tried to modestly lean in for a kiss, but he ended up crushing his lips on hers. Sango and Miroku both smiled into the kiss. 'I wasn't rejected.' they both thought as Kelala mewed in approval.