To Love an Enemy

Chapter 6

me no ownie Inuyasha

That night Miroku did not sleep. Rather he sat in his chair at the table and replayed over and over what had happened between him and the girl Sango. It was so confusing! Every time he thought he understood her, she surprised him.

At first he had thought she just was a peasant like Kagome because of her clothing and the fact that she knew how to fight. He knew no noble women here that could fight! And he had to admit that even though she was a girl, she was pretty good. After all she had taken out 3 of his men with a tree branch! The thought still made him smile, he felt sorry for the men whom she had knocked unconscious, he didn't think they'd ever live it down.

But back to Sango, he had never given it the possibility that she might not be a peasant but rather a noble of some sorts. Her posture was immaculate; she had been able to sit with no problems while her waist was tied quite firmly to the chair. It was almost as if she had been trained to sit straight no matter what. And then there was the matter of the kiss. Miroku cringed with guilt whenever he thought of it. He couldn't believe he had done something so awful, if he had been Sango, well he'd be dead. She was right to not trust the honor of a man who would steal a maiden's first kiss. Miroku pounded the table with his first, he was horrible. What in the world had possessed him to kiss her he had never done that to any maiden; sure he might have groped them, but never forced them to kiss him! Sango was right; your first kiss was meant to treasure and for a maiden to grant to the one she had given her heart too.

Miroku sighed and put him head in his hands. At that very moment he hated himself with the same fervor he hated the Larovellians. How would he ever gain this woman's trust now? he asked himself.

Miroku had managed to gain Kagome's trust by treating her kindly, granting her a tent of her own, allowing her certain tasks, granting her the right to refuse any man's request so she would not be a slave rather a servant. This was in tern for doing the camp cooking, Kagome did refuse most of the requests of his men to clean or wash, the only exceptions were Inuyasha and himself.

Miroku raised his head from his hands to smile. Kagome never refused either of their requests. But Miroku noticed how she would clean Inuyasha's tent (even if he got mad after),wash and mend his clothes and even though Kagome thought no one else noticed, she tended to cook things that Inuyasha liked and give him extra generous helpings. Miroku sighed and looked over at the sleeping form of Sango. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, in her sleep she was never mad and her face was relaxed making her look more like the maiden she was. Miroku found it hard to believe how Sango made him act, if it had been any man he had been fighting against he would not have humored him, and he certainly would not have spared the man's life if he dropped his sword. If it had been a man, he would not have given him to a healer or carried him to a tent. If it had been a man he would not have unbound the painful ropes that had bound him to the chair. And if a man had said something that had disturbed him he would have promptly forgotten about it rather than dwelling about it all night and losing sleep.

Is it because she's female," Miroku asked himself. Or is it something else? Looking over at Sango Miroku knew it was it was her fiery nature, her spirit which held him captivated. He had never met a woman, who was so strong, so..........Sango. He had fancied many women before but after a while they all lost his interest. Kagome had once joked with him that he would never find a woman who would captivate him for more than two or three days. Miroku had agreed with her but now...........Miroku was sure that if any girl would be able to accomplish this near impossible feat it would be Sango.

Suddenly Sango groaned and rolled onto her back. Realizing she was close to waking Miroku asked the guard outside his tent to bring breakfast for two, wait make that three, Sango would be starving after not eating for nearly half a week. Returning to the room he went and sat back in his chair waiting for Sango to wake up. A few minutes later Sango's eyes fluttered open. Her face went from peaceful and calm to confused.

"Are you feeling better?" Miroku asked.

"Yes," she replied quietly.

'Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," she said and turned her face away embarrassed. She had lost face in front of him, and was embarrassed at letting him see her cry over such a trivial thing as a kiss.

"Are you hungry? You never got to eat supper last night."

"No, I'm fine," Sango replied quietly but at that moment her stomach grumbled loudly betraying how hungry she really was.

"That's good," Miroku said ignoring the lie. "Because I just ordered breakfast for the both of us; will you eat with me?"

Sango turned and looked him in the eye. "Of course, you're the prince."

Miroku sighed, where had her spirit gone, where was the fire. It was almost unbearable to see her so....so....docile. Just then in entered a guard bring in their breakfast. Once the table was set the guard left. Miroku turned to Sango. "Would you like me to carry you or can you walk?" Miroku asked. He was delighted to see anger cross her face.

"I don't want to be touched anymore than is necessary by hentai, it gives them openings. I can walk perfectly fine by – my – self," she and to prove her point slowly stood up and walked over to the table and sat down. Crossing her hands in her lap she waited for Miroku to start.

"Please," he said. "Help yourself, and eat how you want I will let formalities go, because you must be starving."

Sango glared at him. The deliberately took an apple and then reached and grabbed the knife by her side and cut it into tiny cubes, every so properly. Then she reached and picked up her fork and ate one piece at a time, chewing each morsel of apple for a full thirty seconds. It did not pass Miroku's attention that Sango had used the proper fork out of the three that were there.

"The meal is going to take forever if you eat that slowly," Miroku said though secretly he was happy to see a show of spirit. She was clearly saying, you may be a prince but I don't always have to do things your way. I march to my own tune. "I won't speak with you until the meal is finished. I won't have you throwing any cubes of apple at me and ruining my favorite outfit," he joked. Sango looked at him stunned for a moment that a prince would say something like that. Then much to Miroku's surprise she laughed!!!! Sango laughed!!!!! her laugh Miroku thought. It's beautiful, like tiny bells, and she looks so beautiful when she laughs Miroku joined in laughing with her and when she stopped laughing she deliberately took a tiny cube of apple and threw it at him. She had meant to hit his forehead but Miroku snatched the apple out of the air and then with a wink popped it into his mouth. So, Miroku thought she does does have a good side!

Not the most interesting chapter but I liked it, I personally love the apple bit at the end. Its SO cute . Anyways hope you liked it if so please review! Thanx