A/N: I wrote this story for me, it's kind of about a friend, and it was simple to write because it was from the heart. I have recently started getting inspiration for this story so I decided to write more for this. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Why?

Hi again. It is I, Sango.

Just like the previous chapter this will be flashbacks, more so.

In the last chapter everything was happening as I was speaking, now everything you read will have already happened.

Here's my story.

We entered the village and I was more hurt than I expected.

I wanted to continue my game with Miroku but it started to get harder.

I wanted to be emotionless and show him that he didn't mean anything to me, that he couldn't have me, but if I wanted, I could have him.

It didn't work out that way.

I ended up in the palm of his hand almost begging for any sign of attention from him.

I couldn't admit I loved him, but somehow I needed him.

I had been working for so long to have him and I couldn't, he wasn't mine.

But somehow, that didn't stop me.

After I worked to have him, carefully thought of what to say, how to act, I couldn't let go, I deserved him now.

He continued chatting it up with the girl, she was nice I guess.

She asked if she could speak to me for a moment and she pulled me aside.

"You're Sango, aren't you?"

"Yes, how do you know my name?"

"Miroku was talking about you, he made you sound like the vision of perfection, you deserve him."

I bowed to her, and she returned the gesture, but I didn't know what had happened.

Did I win? Was I right?

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Over the next week Miroku and I had enthralling conversations and I smiled continuously.

He made me so happy and I felt like I could fly.

We stayed like that for about two months. Once or twice we joked around, saying one of these days we would kiss, and be together, closer.

He kissed my neck a few times, it drove me crazy, I loved it, his lips.

One random day he started to talk about other girls, how they were pretty or smart or fun to be with, it was so hurtful, and for some reason I encouraged it.

I would agree with him and eventually I became something I'm not proud of.

I tried flirting with him more, and even seducing him.

I said things, things I wanted from him, things I liked about him.

It was so strange to me, fighting for a guy there was no chance with.

It just kept going, there were days I almost gave up, but he would call me beautiful, or sweet, or great, or say that he was glad I was there, and that he missed me, and I couldn't stop after that.

We continued joking about our kissing encounters, I went along with it, so did he, and we ended up in a strange situation.

I found myself sitting on the edge of a lake, kissing him, for so many heavenly moments.

I leaned back and gulped. He was leaning over me and started kissing my neck, I loved it so much.

His hands wandered down my body and rested on my hips.

I got up and pushed him off.

"I can't." I began breathing quickly.

"What's wrong Sango? Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, this is just all wrong, we don't care about each other."

"Sango, I don't know about you, but I care about you."

I got up and continued walking. Why would he say that? It was stupid, if he didn't care I could hate him, but he had to say something.

I wanted him to be a jerk, I wanted to hate him, but every time I saw him, I smiled and wanted him, all of him, everything he was.

I stopped walking and stood in the center of a clearing, Miroku and I had left the group today, claiming to search for jewels on our own.

I questioned my reasons for walking away just now, and couldn't think of a reason, I wanted him, even if he didn't care, why shouldn't I do what I want?

He had apparently been following me because I turned around and he was there.

I ran to him and jumped on him while wrapping my legs around his waist.

I kissed him, and held him. He knelt down while holding me and we ended up on the ground again, inseparable.

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I woke up a few hours later and rubbed my sore legs. How could I have started this thinking it was okay and wake up feeling nothing but regret and pain (the pain in my muscles that is).

Miroku started to wake up next to me and rolled over to plant a sweet kiss on my forehead.

I smiled and we lay there for awhile, not sleeping but resting.

When we really woke up and started getting dressed, it was quiet, which made me feel a little uneasy.

I was waiting for the moment he would ask why I had changed my mind, why I had done this.

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We wandered around for a few hours making small talk and eventually got to a conversation about girls he knows, it was driving me crazy.

I faced him and we stopped walking for a second.

"Miroku, I wanna be honest. I love when you kiss my neck."

"Then I'll do it more often." he leaned in and I stepped back.

"That's not everything. I hate when you talk about all your other girls, and I hate when you get close to me and then pull away."

"While we're being honest I hate how you can be so god damn conservative and then tease me and do such sexy things."

I started laughing uncontrollably. We had never had such a serious conversation with no pressure involved.

"What?" he stared at me questioningly.

"This is insane, we should be honest more often."

He smiled and nodded as we continued walking.

We came across another village and another girl.

This one didn't seem so nice. He didn't flirt with her but he didn't tell her he was taken.

After dinner, she dragged him off for some 'tour' and I went to sleep, not knowing whether or not he made it to his own bed, and I cried myself to sleep wondering why I had gone through with it.

A/N: Well? One more chapter.

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