A/N: I'm Back! Ready for Chapter 7? If not, too bad, so sad. No really important topics for this Author's Note. Oh, I remember! If you, the readers, want to talk to me, the author, on anything at all, feel free to e-mail me! I trust you can find my e-mail? Any-who, on with the story!

Chapter 7

"Can we stop yet?" Kagome whined. InuYasha turned around and glared at her. She didn't back down at his menacing glare, "Well? Are you going to answer or stare at me all day?"

InuYasha growled and kept walking. Miroku smiled, "Maybe we should rest for a minute. We are all tired and this clearing would be could for camp."

Kagome smiled, "Thank you Miroku!" She plopped down where she was standing and got to work pulling her blankets out of her monstrous yellow bag.

InuYasha rolled his eyes and went about collecting sticks for a fire. Sango sat, helping Kagome. Kagome was chirping away, but Sango wasn't listening. She was wrapped up in her own thoughts.

'I wonder if Naraku will be expecting me? He knows my personality and knows that I will be coming after him. Maybe that was his plan all along! What have I gotten myself into? I should have stayed dead.'

Sango blinked as Kagome's hand waved in front of her face. "Hello? Anyone home?" Kagome called.

Sango smiled and said, "I'm sorry! What was that you were saying?" She busied herself with the blankets as Kagome frowned.

"Would Naraku know if you were coming after him or not? I mean, he knows you pretty well because of the amount of time spent at his castle." Kagome took the logs and sticks InuYasha gave her and started building a fire.

Sango started. 'How did she know? Why did she know about what I was thinking?'

Sango fumbled around a bit until she found her voice. "I don't know. I have to go to the bathroom."

She got up and left. She could feel all of their eyes on her. She made her way to a nearby stream. The tears were right on the edge of falling, but they didn't. She had used up all the tears she had at Naraku's castle.

She watched the fish swim by as her thoughts returned to Miroku.

'Why did God make his eyes so, so deep and thoughtful? How did he make them call out to me, to my soul? I wish he would come.'

"Sango! Sango, where are you?" Sango heard the rustling behind her, but didn't move. She couldn't believe that her wish was answered.

Miroku crashed through the bushes, not too gracefully. He steadied himself and noticed Sango staring into the river.

"Sango? Are you okay?" he tentatively put a hand on her shoulder. He flinched as she shied away from his hand.

Sango looked at him. 'Why did I do that? Ugh! Idiot! Just let him get close!' However, she knew that she couldn't afford to do that. He called to her too much.

Miroku sat down with her anyway, staring at the stars. "You don't have to force yourself to sit with me, you know."

She saw him glance over out of the corner of her eye. "What do you mean? Who said that I was forcing myself to sit with you?" he said, confused.

Sango sighed. "I know that you get sick when you see my true body, you can't get that image out of your head. Don't deny it, everyone else thinks that too. So just," she sobbed, finding more tears. "Just leave me alone!"

She buried her head in her arms and sobbed quietly. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder. Sango looked up into Miroku's beautiful violet eyes, tears flowing freely down her face.

Miroku brought her into his embrace and let her cry into his chest. One solitary tear fell down his cheek as he listened to the broken girl cry.

"Miroku." Sango sniffed.

He looked down at her, "Yes?"

She wiped the back of her hand against her eyes. She gazed at the star-covered sky and cleared her throat.

'God, she is truly beautiful! How can I make her know that? That she is not shunned by anyone, that she is . . . loved.' He broke out of his thoughts as Sango cleared her throat again.

"Sango," he whispered. She turned to him.

"Thank you. Thank you for being here when I told you to go." She smiled a tiny smile and turned her gaze back to the stars.

Miroku reached out, hand shaking slightly, and grasped her chin lightly. He turned her face to his. Her eyes were shining bright with unshed tears and with another emotion. Wonder?

He slowly lowered his lips to her ear and whispered in a light voice, "You are never alone. You were never shunned by anyone."

Sango stiffened. She opened her mouth to reply, but his mouth cut her off. Planting a soft kiss on her lips, he answered her call to his body and emotions.

After a few moments, Miroku broke off the kiss. Staring at Sango, he pulled her into his embrace once again.

She was completely limp against his body. He began to worry about her when she didn't move.

He lifted her gently, "Sango? I am . . . sorry. I let my emotions get hold of me. Are you okay?"

Sango looked at him with admiration in her eyes. "Kiss me again," she murmured.

Miroku smiled slightly and pulled her into a deep loving kiss.

A/N: ; ; ::sniffle:: So, beautiful! ::slaps self on the cheek:: Snap out of it! Sorry. It may be just me, but that was the most touching thing that I have ever written. Well, it actually is the only touching thing that I have ever written, but we won't go there!