Laughs, Tears, and Coca-Cola
Disclaimer: Give me a break! I don't own Inuyasha already, okay!
Explanation: This is Pt.2 of That's Why I Cry. This is from Sango's point of view, and has more added to the ending.
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That's Why I Cry, Pt.2
I have never seen him like this. I remember talking with Kagome about how he always as so care-free, even with the horrible burden placed upon him. But now I'm beginning to think there's more to my Houshi that I ever guessed. I did not know he was capable of crying, I've never seen it before. Even Inuyasha, in his entire tough attitude, gets tears in his eyes whenever he runs into Kikyou. But Miroku, despite all he's gone and is going through, never sheds a tear.
He's not supposed to be this way! He's supposed to be the incurable pervert, the happy-go-lucky comic-relief persona! And now he sits there sobbing away into the night and it's tearing my heart out. I notice how he gently strokes his clothed palm, and I know what he's thinking about. It makes me wonder, how much time do I have left with my beloved Houshi? A year, a month, a week? For all I know, he could be dead tomorrow.
No, don't think about that, I tell myself. Miroku's strong, he'll survive. But I still can't tear my mind away from the previous thoughts. What would life be like once he's dea-… gone? I never really thought about it before. It's so easy to take someone's life for granted. In truth, I always knew he would not be around long, but I always figured that we'd have defeated Naraku and we'd have gone our separate ways, not that he would actually… well, die. But if Miroku's time was short when I met him, it must be much shorter now. And we're no closer to Naraku… damn him.
I can't take it anymore! I don't want to see him like this! I march my way outside and sit down beside him. If he notices me, he gives me no hint.
"Miroku…" I use his real name.
Slowly his head turns and he looks at me. I can't help but gasp. His eyes, usually so vibrant and joyful, are dark and gray. He has dark lines under his eyes, which are red and dry around the pale core.
"Sango…" he mutters
Just looking at him I can't help but break out in tears. This is not the Miroku I fell in love with. This is the side of him he never shows, this is all the pain and suffering that he has locked up inside his heart for all his life. I reach out and wrap my arms around his head, slowly pulling him closer to me until his head is resting on my shoulder.
"Don't…" his voice is dry and cracked.
I don't listen. Whatever reason he could give me at this point could not turn me away.
"I don't care," I say.
His crying picks up again and I feel his shaking head on my shoulder. My arms wrapped around his body I hush him like a child with a scraped knee.
"It'll be okay," I promise him, "It'll be okay."
He doesn't answer, and he doesn't stop crying. But I know that he just needs time, and soon he'll be his old, perverted self again. He'll be the Miroku I love. But right now, he needs me, and I know as long s I can move my body, I'll always be there for him. The words I want to say well up in the back of my throat, trying to force their way past my lips. But I swallow them back down. Now is not the time. But I promise, one day, I'll be able to tell you that I love you.
Fin.
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Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go somewhere. Somewhere... (shifty eyes) secret.