To Love an Enemy

Chapter 10

Author's note : Don't own IY…….

Once again Sango found herself waiting in front of Miroku's tent waiting to be called in. She fretted about the dress she had worn would Miroku like it….wait it doesn't matter if he likes it or not I'm the one who has to like it and I do! Kagome had said that Miroku asked every beautiful woman that he met to bear his children. The more she dwelled on the subject the more depressed she became. Miroku had never asked her that question.

"Why didn't he ask me?" Sango thought desperately. "Maybe I'm just not beautiful enough…." Sango trailed off. Looking at the closed tent flap Sango suddenly realized that she didn't want to be here. In fact she would rather be anywhere else, someplace where it didn't matter how beautiful she was. She had always known she wasn't pretty. The hurrok attack had only granted her father the opportunity to put someone else on the thrown in her place, he had never wanted to be represented by something as plain as her. He had wanted a beautiful daughter, to enhance the kingdom's name.

Sango turned to walk away, she had to get out of here. As she walked slowly away the dress Sango had chosen out specially rustled against her legs. She had taken extra time tonight to make herself look presentable, hoping deep in her heart if she made herself look more beautiful Miroku might just ask her the question.

"Sango!" a voice called. She whirled around and there was Miroku standing in the tent doorway. "Where are you going?"

Sango froze. What do I say? What do I say!

"I….um…." she said trying to think of something intelligent to say.

"Well don't just stand there come on in," Miroku said jovially.

Blushing furiously Sango turned around and walked back to the tent, where Miroku held the tent flap open for her as she walked in. Sango smiled, everything looked so perfect, there was a red table cloth on the table with white candle burning happily. Miroku walked over and pulled the chair out waiting for her to sit down. Sango walked over and sat gently, as Miroku pushed her chair in.

"She looks so beautiful tonight," Miroku thought. Out loud he said, "you look very lovely Sango."

She blushed once more, cursing how easily she blushed. "Thank you," she said after a moment. Miroku sat down and there was a moment of awkward silence. "Miroku," Sango said at last. "Thank you for slowing down today. I'm sorry I was so slow."

"Your welcome," he said shocked. So she was observant, as well. "I didn't think you would notice."

"Well I did," she retorted then continued on in a smaller voice. "Everyone did"

"You're not mad at me are you?" he asked hurriedly. "I just didn't want you to hurt yourself; because you're still getting over that wound."

"It's alright I'm not mad," Sango said hurriedly. "So where are we traveling to?"

Miroku paused before answering, "the village is only a stop, we're traveling back to the castle. I have something there I have to do…" he stopped as a servant walked in with their supper.

"Spaghetti," Sango thought. "That would explain the décor."

Once the servant left they began to eat in silence. Finally Sango couldn't stand it any longer; this was like eating supper with her father! "Miroku, can I ask you a personal question?"

"That depends on what that question might be?" he said warily putting down his fork and spoon.

"What do you think of the war?"

He was shocked, where had that come from?! "Well," he said slowly carefully choosing his words. "I would really like to see the end of it. The sooner it's over the better."

Sango looked at him closely. "So does it matter to you which side wins and which side looses?"

"Of coarse!" he exclaimed eyebrows shooting through the roof. "I want my country to win, if we don't it will mean my death! All I'm saying is I would like to end this war with the least amount of bloodshed."

Sango was shocked, that wasn't the answer that she had expected. "So why did you refuse to marry the princess?"

"What do you mean, why would I?" Miroku asked.

"Well, if you wanted to end this war without bloodshed, the obvious thing – well if I were you - would be to marry the princess," Sango said evasively.

"Well, I can see your point. But don't I have a right to choose who I want to marry? I would rather fight a thousand battles than marry a woman I didn't love. As prince I would be shackled to that woman for the rest of my life," Miroku said.

"But she's beautiful beyond compare! Have you not seen her portraits! She has golden curls, eyes as blue as the sky, lips as red as the rose!" Sango said shocked. That was an odd response for a man to say. All the men back home had wanted to marry the "princess" because she was the most beautiful woman that ever lived; or so they claimed.

"Yes but women that beautiful, tend to be airheads," Miroku stated. "If I'm going to be King I need a strong wife, someone who can rule with me by my side not in front of a mirror. True I would want her to be pretty but that is not the reason I would ever marry a woman? The thing is, when you marry for beauty after a while you tire of it, wishing instead that you had married someone who thought about something else -anything else- than what she looks like."

"Oh!" Sango said.

"Well enough of that," Miroku said. "I have another guess about your identity! Are you a merchant's daughter?" He realized the error of his guess by the look Sango gave as if he was from another planet. "Ooooookay I'll take that as a no. I still don't think that you're a peasant though, but will you answer me this are you a maid?"

Sango just sighed and shook her head saying "To think that you've said everything that I'm not."

"But what's left," Miroku wailed. "I think I'm going to go mad!"

The comical expression of his face made her smile, seeing her smiling Miroku began to smile. "So you're saying that you're not a merchant's daughter, you're not a peasant and your not a maid. Well that only leaves one thing a noble!" Miroku exclaimed in his best Sherlock Homes voice.

Sango giggled. "You're close but still cold." Picking up her fork with a smile she began to eat once more.

Miroku grinned and followed suit. Soon they were chatting amiably but all the while Miroku was thinking "Who are your really Sango? Will I ever discover the truth?"

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Author's Note: well here all you lovely reviewees go, yet another chapter! If you like please review even if you have reviewed before! Toodles