Chapter 26

Sango looked worriedly at her little brother, who hadn't said a word, or even looked at her since she had started her tale. She was becoming increasingly worried, so she broke off to say something else to him.

"Kohaku?" He didn't say anything. She sighed, "You need to understand none of this was your fault. You didn't have a choice in any of this, so how could it possibly be your fault? And don't you even dare try to blame yourself, because I won't have it!" she demanded.

Kohaku finally looked up at her. Tears were shinning in his eyes. "It was my body doing these things, so how could it not be my fault? I hurt your friend Kagome, I fought you... it is my fault..." He trailed off, looking guilty.

"Kohaku, it's almost all over. Naraku will fall shortly, then we can rebuild up the exterminators village, I can't do it without you Kohaku, I need you."

The young boy looked up at her hesitantly, "Just you and me?"

Sango blushed. "A-and m-my fiancé."

"Fiancé?" he asked.

"Miroku, the monk. He just asked me to marry him." Sango said, smiling as she remembered there encounter on the hill. Buhda! She'd groped Miroku!

"But Sango... You know monks cannot..." Kohaku again trailed off. Sango was shaking her head.

"He is going to anyways, I tried to fight with him, but he said I was more important then his spiritual powers." She said, the smile never leaving her face. She looked over to see Kohaku grinning at her. "What?" She asked indignantly.

"Nothing. I've just never seen you so in love before, of course there was Mitsawa." Kohaku said, trying to cause a stir in his sister. He needed a good laugh anyways.

Sango blushed, "I didn't love Mitsawa! He followed me wherever I went, and blushed like a beet whenever I spoke to him!" she protested.

"I don't know if I ever told you this, but I caught him following you to the hot springs once. You remember when he had that black-eye for a month, and he wouldn't tell anyone how it happened?" Kohaku said, a trace of laughter in his voice.

"That was you!" She exclaimed, before smothering him in a hug, "Where were you when Miroku was doing that!"

Kohaku pushed her back, "Wait a second, your fiancé spies on you when you bathe? And he's still living? And he's still your fiancé?" he asked incredulously.

"And gropes me, and asks me, and every other pretty face, if they'll bare his child." she said matter-of-factly. Kohaku stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. "What?"

None of these things seemed really unordinary to her, not anymore, so she didn't really think of the problem with telling her brother, until he had stood up, and walked purposefully into the hut.

She followed him in time to see him hitting a stunned Miroku flat in the nose with a closed fist, and quite forceful, punch.

"Kohaku!" She exclaimed. running across the hut to take a look at her fiancés nose. She could tell from first glance it was broken. Blood was just pouring from it.

"What did I miss?" Miroku mumbled. Sango shushed him.

"Kohaku I can't believe you just did that!" Sango exclaimed, as she pulled a handkerchief from her armor, and held it to her loves nose. "What I was saying was-"

"You can't marry him." Kohaku said, cutting off the sentence flowing from his sisters mouth, as he stood with his back facing her, looking out the huts front door. "I forbid it."

Her chin dropped, "What? You can't do that!" she protested.

Miroku looked like someone had token his heart away, and in all fairness, someone had.

"I'm the last surviving male of our family, I say you can't marry this hentia, so you don't." Kohaku said stubbornly. His back still turned to her, so she couldn't see his face. "End of story."

He started to walk out, and Sango called after him desperately, "Kohaku, don't do this!" but he was already gone.

Sango slumped down in defeat. Before turning to look at a stricken Miroku, who had gotten his nose to stop bleeding miraculously, and suddenly flung herself in his arms. "It's not true! Tell me it's not true! Tell me he can't do that!" she cried out in anguish, as rivers of tears streamed down her face.

Miroku tightened his hold on her. "I'm sorry my love, but he can."

Kohaku stood outside, and reconsidered the reasons behind his decision. His sister had cried out in anguish right after he left the hut, but could he allow his sister to marry a man with a wandering hand and eye? She seemed to love him, but would he be faithful to her? He refused to stand by and watch his sister be made one of many for this supposed 'monk'.

He stood firm, as he held back his tears, and bit his tongue. He didn't care how much Sango loved him, he would not allow that man to touch his sister. He'd fight him if he had to. He was a monk, what could he possibly do to Kohaku?

He suddenly got the sense he was not alone, and he could tell it was not his sister. It was someone else.

He peeked over his shoulder to see the monk standing there, a staff in one hand, and a purple cloth and prayer beads covering the other. 'strange' Kohaku mused. "I will not change my decision, if that is what you are here for, it will not happen."

Miroku walked up to stand beside him. "Your sister cares for you a great deal. She has searched for you for almost three years now." he said.

Kohaku nodded. "And I'm grateful."

Miroku raised an eyebrow. "And this is how you repay her?"

Kohaku lost it, "I WILL NOT stand by, and watch my sister become one of many in your hands, she will not be the wife to a hentia, she will not be number 10 or whatever on the list of woman you've had relations with, I will not have it! I don't care how much she loves you, her judgment is clouded at the moment."

Miroku stared at him for a minute. "Kohaku, I swear, on buhda himself, that I have never had relations with anyone. And that I would never dream of being with anyone else beside your sister. I truly love her, and would do anything for her. Don't doubt that." he turned around, and re-entered the hut. Kohaku, a little apprehensively, followed.

Sango was bustling around the hut, her eyes puffy and red, and she would not even glance in Kohaku's direction.

Miroku sat down and looked at his love, he wasn't going to put on any show for Kohaku. He was just going to act normally. Without the groping obviously.

Kaede, he noticed, had her eyes wide open, even though no one had realized she was awake yet. She was looking at him, Miroku guessed she was just itching to set his nose, and hear that loud, painful crack. Ouch. He scooted a little farther away from her.

Sango passed out bowls of the soup she had been warming up, handing Kohaku's to Miroku, so he could pass it to him. Then they began eating in silence.

Kohaku realized this was the time to make himself perfectly clear, and he still had no idea if he should be interfering in her life at all.

He took a deep breath, before saying, "Okay, here's the deal."

Take out your bazookas people! But you're never gonna find me, I know one certain reviewer who had me at there house a few hours ago, and now will probably be kicking herself for not kicking ME! (Hi Fu Fu!)...(Yes you are) (Sry, inside joke!) Anyways! I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, but give me a break, I'm depressed, my BF broke up with me, and I still managed to get this chapter out, (Even though I took the whole, 'the world sucks' 'my life sucks' thing out on Sango and Miroku's relationship.) Sry! Try to get the next chap up by Monday at least! (Most likely early weekend)

Please review! Even though I don't deserve it! (Because I don't post fast enough, not because my story sucks, (like someone said in a review the other day! I was so pissed!)

See you all next time!

This chapter is also dedicated to those who lost there lives in Katrina's fury. And to those who lost there homes, there whole lives in fact, in a matter of days. God bless, and good luck to all those who did survive. (Note: All my chapters, and even this whole story, is dedicated to the city of New Orleans, Louisiana. )

I'm the all powerful Fu Fu!
Mwahahahaha!
(Sry, had the urge)

Disclaimer:
Why aren't they mine?
I wish they were
But I'll settle for terrorizing them
(Grin)