Forbidden and Impossible

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Explanation: Heehee, I liked that disclaimer. Anyway, this idea came to me yesterday. Everybody who is a Mir/San pairing always wants them to be a main couple. But I realized, it's because they are not the main couple that draws me to them. It is because I have to pay attention to the underlying words, or who the stand next to, or where their eyes are that makes them so... enticing. And whe there is an episode that contains a Miroku Sango moment I cherish it so much more, rather than Inuyasha and Kagome who have a moment pratically every episode. I always imagined, after the final battle, Miroku and Sango going of together and basically sinking into the unknown. Basically, no one knowing what happened to them, either than the two themselves. That is what this is about. It's a story/poem, so it has a short little story part at the end, mke sure to read it! Oh, and don't forget to submit your dekicious reviews, thank you! (This is partly inspired by the Blue Oyster Cult song "Nosferatu", which I do not own. Just givin' props where props is due.)

A 500 Year Old Mystery

Of stories told in distant lands,
Of tales of old and dreams,
There is one saga that rules them all,
Or so it has been deemed.
It speaks of five people on a quest,
To save a feuding land,
From demons great and powerful,
With destruction at a hand.
One, a hanyou of incredible might,
And a temper to match,
Driven by his sweet revenge,
And by spirits of his past.
Another is a miko pure,
Thrown out of her time,
Pure of heart and soul the same,
With a bold ancestral line.
The third, a youkai of young age,
A kitsune to be exact,
His parents gone he turns to the miko,
To keep himself intact,
The others are a mystery,
Of them nothing is told,
Their story is a wordless page,
Blank, stale, and unknown.
We know that they were lovers,
Who shared a bond secure,
Who's loving light was strong and free,
Untainted, solely pure.
But after that nothing is said,
Of who they were or why,
They risked their lives to save the land,
Always willing to die.
The enemy was defeated,
And the story goes from there,
To the lives of the hanyou,
And the miko of raven hair.
We know their lives completely through,
It is all written in the texts,
And the story is predictable,
As to what would happen next.
They fall in love and live a life,
Together in happiness,
A happily ever after,
Sealed with a kiss.
But then what of the other two?
What passed between them?
For they simply disappeared,
As the story ends.
Did they die in the final battle?
Or were they just pushed behind,
Or did they leave off on their own,
To where no one could find?
But alas we cannot know,
The story of these two,
There'll be no happily ever after,
There'll be no I love you's.
The only line in this book,
That gives us any hint,
Is inscribed on the final page,
And its meaning is blatant.

Go to where it all began

Kagome smiled to herself as she put down the book she held in her hands. That had always been her favorite poem. She stood up, turned off the reading light and pulled a blanket over her shoulders. Inuyasha had propped himself up against the wall and his head was now nodding in sleep. She smiled at her love as she passed him and made her way outside.

Pulling open the door to her family's shrine, she slowly descended to the well that held so many memories. Cautiously she ran he nimble fingers over the splintering wood. She paused as something caught her eye. A single, purple flower growing at the base of the wood. She bent down and saw the words on one of the well's boards.

Your story may have come to a rest, our friends, but ours is just beginning.

Miroku and Sango

Kagome could not help herself as a chuckle rose in her throat. How could she have missed it? Soon she was laughing as she never had before.

"What's so funny?" asked her husband as he suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Oh, it's nothing Inuyasha."

He gave her a confused glance, and then let out a large yawn. "Well, alright. Just come to bed would ya? It's late."

Kagome nodded "Hai". But as she took his hand she stole one more glance back at the well. She had just solved a mystery.

A mystery that had been around for 500 years.

Fin.

I don't know, I just really liked that one. Thank you for your time and please review.