A/N: I underestimated the difficulty of drabbles; every word has to be selected carefully. But I think I still like them better than long-running stories. I am teh lazy.
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Ambivalence
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It was impossible; the rain always managed to slip through her fingers each and every time.
It just wouldn't stay caught in the embrace of her palm, always, always managing to escape.
She took up a furious chase that she always lost. But sometimes, the rain would fool her, fool itself, staying close, only to evade her again, changing its hollow of a mind.
The sound of Miroku's shakujou as he sat beside her.
"We will find him," Sango said, exceedingly grateful for his presence. "Won't we?"
Miroku gave her a smile, nodded, and said yes.
But the rain continued.
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