Christmas Wishes do come True

Disclaimer- Sango Miroku and Kagura are not mine

The frosted tears from the watchful sky still poured down silently as Sango slowly walked down the lonely street, which had but one street light to keep its company. She sighed as she tugged at the long gown that she wore; trying to keep the cake balanced in her other hand. Her dark black hair was pulled into a ponytail; two banana curls that trickled down from the front of her face surrounded her rosy cheeks, which were cold from the night's frost. The mysterious tint in her eyes set off the gorgeous dress she wore, which was a deep color of red.

The dress could only be described with beautiful, the extensive evening dress holding such features to blow any mind away. Its color was quite dark, yet the light sparkles that were scattered were like stars across the sky. It had no straps, though held firmly over her small body. It was tucked closely against her form till the waist, where it slowly puffed out, giving the look of a princess to the woman.

But what was really breath-taking about her was the necklace that dangled elegantly from her neck. The golden chain that the stone draped from was real gold, though it did not take away the site of the gem that hung lazily from it. The ruby was a heart, outlined with gold, which was real like the chain. With the final touch, she looked like an angel, sent from the heavens to enjoy the holiday.

Her shoes tapped against the black pavement of the street, making the only noise besides the settling of the snow onto the frozen ground below it. She looked around, seeing the mansion where the party she was dressed for was being held. She had been at the house before, the party always being held there.

"Let's just hope he'll talk to me." She whispered to herself as she knocked on the door, waiting for only a moment before the bright golden light shined onto her. A woman stood at the door, a dark purple dress was covering her. She had blonde hair with the kindest set of blue eyes, sending Sango a smile.

"Hello Sango! I knew that you would be here! Oh and look, you brought the cake that you and Miroku made." Sango smiled slightly and walked into the snug house that now enveloped her into a warming hug. Holiday music slowly drifted around Sango's ears, her eyes watching the many people around her. They talked and laughed, each blessed with the joy that Christmas brought about.

"Mrs. Kazanna, do you know where Miroku is?" Sango asked, looking back at the older woman, who paused to think.

"I'm pretty sure he's around here somewhere with Kagura. She seems to be attached to his hip tonight. How…wonderful." A smile slowly etched its way onto Sango's face, watching the way Mrs. Kazanna's smile seemed so fake.

"Oh joy, just who I want to spend my Christmas eve with."

"I wouldn't either. If it wasn't for the fact that her parents helped us get out of debt, I would have already kicked her out." Sango's laughter came like a waterfall, catching a few eyes.

"Now that's not the holiday spirit."

"Fine, so I'll let her have some cookies before I did." Mrs. Kazanna's name was called, which made her look over at the man. "Oh no, lets pray he didn't burn the ham again! My husband, the fire department's least favorite person. I'll see you later Sango, tell your parents I said Merry Christmas when they get here." With the sweet goodbye, Mrs. Kazanna went off in search of the fire starter. Sango could only shake her head, now looking around the room. The music had slowed down, and couples were now dancing in the middle of the room, the single people slowly getting acquainted with other singles of the opposite sex. A light tap landed on Sango's shoulder, causing her to turn to face a slightly taller boy.

Blue eyes captured her brown stare as she looked up at Miroku, who was staring at her, wide eyed. She couldn't help but blush at the look Miroku gave her, looking down bashfully. She rarely wore dresses, and never did anything with her hair. Usually it was blue jeans and her hand down, too busy to do much else. She innocently looked up at him, smiling shyly.

"What's with all the staring Miroku?" She asked, making him shake his head.

"You are just so…" She finished his sentence for him.

"Girly?"

"I was looking for beautiful." She slapped his arm and laughed, looking at the outfit he was dressed in. The black pants that he wore were as dark as his midnight hair. As for the shirt, the crimson color worked wonderfully with his cobalt eyes, making him look like a true gentleman.

"You don't look bad either Miroku." Miroku smiled slyly at her remark.

"Yea, I know." He held out his hand, making Sango look down at it before looking back up at him.

"Your not going to as me to bear your child again are you?" She asked clueless, making him shake his head. Before he could ask her to dance though, black hair blocked Sango's eyesight.

"Miroku, I thought you were looking for somewhere to sit and talk?" The girl's voice was anything but innocent, making both Sango and Miroku cringe. Miroku pulled his extended hand back, placing it on the back of his head and laughing nervously.

"I was, but then I saw Sango and I came over to say hi." The girl looked back at Sango, making the shyness that Sango once felt come back with a vengeance. She looked at the dress that the girl wore, making her feel even worse.

The dress was purple, different patterns scattered over it. The long sleeves that were attached to the dress were silk, but covered in sparkled in little shiny leading lights. It came down her form gently, stopping at the floor. The dress was fit for a goddess, for no mortal could be as beautiful as it was.

The green dress Sango wore was starting to seem very plain to the wearer, who was amazed at the gown in front of her. The sparkles now seemed bothersome, and the necklace seemed too heavy for such a common girl like her to wear. It was too puffy of a rag, and shouldn't have been worn in public, or so Sango now thought. The only thing that kept her from running home was the tingling of her lips from the night before, which still yearned for her wish.

"Miroku, please tell my why you still hang out with this girl?" The girl asked, making Miroku send her a glare.

"Because she's my best friend Kagura, and I would appreciate if you didn't speak about her like that." He replied, watching the sadness in Sango's eyes lighten slightly. She now smiled, which proved to ignite a flame of hatred that shouldn't have been shown on Christmas in Kagura. Another slow Christmas song weaved its spell onto the dance floor, making Kagura grab Miroku's hand.

"Let's go dance Miroku. Oh, and nice dress Sango. Next time you come to a party, wear something that's at least a little classy." With the heartbreaking comment, Kagura dragged Miroku away from Sango, who was now close to tears. She stayed in her spot for a moment, waiting till she couldn't see the girl anymore before running out of the room. She made it away from the crowd of people into another room, which was once used for a greenhouse.

Its walls were still see-through, though barely any plants were in the room. Instead, a beautiful fountain was in the middle, circled by a small pond. The figure was of a fairy, which sat on a leaf. One small teardrop could be seen on the fairy's face, made of sapphire. The water around the statue was clear, though the blue walls fooled eyes to decide that the water was blue.

Sango let her tears run down her face, just as the fairy in the middle of the room. She kicked her heels off as she ran onto the bank, her feet being covered by the cold water. She grabbed her dress and pulled it up, not letting the water soak into the bottom seams. She couldn't help but let another sob slip from her lips, slowly moving one of her feet in the water.

"What was I thinking, coming to a party wearing this? It's hideous." She muttered to herself.

"You must be looking at a different dress that I am." Sango looked up from the water to see Miroku, who was leaning on the doorframe. "The dress I see looks just as wonderful as the girl in it." Blushed were shared between the two, though even the compliment that Miroku had placed in the air couldn't break the misery in her heart.

"Miroku, look at me. This isn't even close to what anyone else looks like. They are all so pretty and their clothes look like they came from the most expensive stores. I look like I just put something together in ten minutes." Sango slowly stepped out of the water and walked towards her friend, slipping her shoes back on. "I shouldn't have even come; I don't deserve to be here. I don't own an expensive car, and I'm certainly not rich."

"Has that ever been a factor before?" Miroku asked, making Sango look down.

"Not to your family. But what about people like Kagura? She was beautiful tonight, she looked like a superstar." Miroku snorted and shook his head, disagreeing with her.

"She looked like she was a Barbie doll. You, Sango, aren't fake like everyone else. You wear what you want to, and the things you wear are special. Who cares if you like jeans better than ball gowns, I certainly don't." She lifted her head to look at him, watching his small smile grow. "Come on, let's go back to the party and show them how to REALLY dance."

"Fine, but only if I can leave my shoes here." She kicked her shoes off once again, making Miroku laugh.

"I wouldn't have you any other way." He grabbed her hand, leading her back into the ballroom, which still was dancing to the slow music. He kept walking, stopping in the middle of the room. Sango's shyness came back slowly, looking around at the people who were now staring at her.

"Miroku, can we not stand here? It's kind of, right in the middle." She said, making Miroku look down at her. He placed his arms around her waist, shaking his head.

"I want everyone to see how awesome you look tonight. Besides, how else can I get everyone's attention?" She lifted her arms around his neck, slowly moving to the music. She kept her eyes on the floor, now becoming the most interesting thing in the world. "You going to look at me while we dance? Or do I really look that goofy?" She laughed and looked up at him, catching his stare. She couldn't help but be lost in his soft gaze, watching as he lowered his head to hers, his lips gently resting on hers. She wasted no time in kissing back, holding the kiss longer. She closed her eyes quickly, letting all emotion slowly slip into their kiss. When he pulled back, her lips once again held the slight tingling they once had. Her eyes slowly opened, looking up lazily at Miroku. He placed a light kiss onto her cheek, which was now brighter than usual. Before she could speak, Kagura slowly walked up to the couple, breaking the moment.

"Oh my god Miroku! How could you kiss this ordinary girl when you have me? I love you Miroku, and I know you love me too! It's time to stop playing fairy tale with this girl and get back to me." She said, smirking at Sango. The doubt that Sango held was slowly rising again, though the squeeze around her waist gave her reassurance.

"Kagura, I've never liked you, and you just seem to think that. I am grateful for your parents helping us out, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall in love with you. I'm already in love, so get over it!" Miroku's voice was calm though stern, causing the perfect face of Kagura's to slowly brighten in anger.

"OH! You will regret this Miroku! I was the best thing you could ever get, and now you've lost me." Mrs. Kazanna slowly tapped Kagura on her shoulder, holding a bag of cookies.

"Kagura, I think it's time for you to leave. Here are some cookies for your walk home, merry Christmas." Kagura's face was priceless as she slowly took the cookies, walking out of the room. Miroku watched her leave, a satisfying smirk on his lips. He looked back at Sango, who was now taking her arms away from him. He quickly grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. Water brimmed her eyes, though she shut them quickly.

"Please, just let me go." She whispered, confusing Miroku.

"But why!" He asked.

"I don't want to pretend you care if you love someone." His eyes widened as she opened her eyes again, her green stare holding slight melancholy.

"Sango, I love you! I don't want anyone else, I want you. I want you with me; I want you to love me too! I love you, can't you see that!"

"Oh Miroku…you have no clue how long I've waited for you to say that!" She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his head down so she could kiss him once again. She pulled back quickly and hugged him, whispering. "You made my Christmas wish come true. Thank you."

"Only thing I could do in order to repay you for making mine happen." He held her close, listening to the final notes of the song end. "Merry Christmas Sango."

"Merry Christmas Miroku." She said, looking out the small window, watching the snow that now made the dream she had always had every Christmas Eve come true.