A/N: I forgot I still had this story going, I had the idea for this chapter but never actually wrote it, so here it goes!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and co.

Chapter 3: The Balance

When I woke up the next morning I found myself feeling...lost.

Life was moving by so quickly and so much had happened.

I made mistakes, so many times, and yet I still haven't learned.

But sometimes when I think about it I realize the mistakes I've made don't bother me.

I can't say I'm happy with how things have turned out, but it was fun, and it was what I wanted.

I think what I have learned is that life is about enjoying every minute, and maybe sometimes acting on feelings and impulse is better than thought.

I walked out of my room and passed by Miroku in the hallway.

He smiled and stopped for a conversation, so I paused for a minute.

"Did you sleep well?" I decided to ask a safe question.

"Yes, fine thank you."

He obviously didn't want to answer me, or have an honest conversation, so I continued walking.

"Sango, wait, let's talk."

"About what?" I decided to play coy, he didn't deserve an honest conversation.

"I don't think you trust me so I wanted to let you know that the girl from last night holds no interest to me."

"Okay, Miroku."

I continued walking because he doesn't respect me.

I think he thinks I'm more understanding than I really am.

He tried talking to me again that night, but I just couldn't stand it.

The next morning he tried again, starting out with "What happened to our honest conversations?"

"I want one, but can you handle it?"

"I'll accept anything you say."

"You don't respect me and only pay attention to me when I wear something impressive or when I say something seductive or when I flirt."

"You don't trust me and you think I only like you because of your looks."

I didn't know what else to say, he was right.

I had to figure out a way to be with him without being jealous and without being scared.

"Miroku, what happened with that girl?"

"Hm?" I could tell I wouldn't like this answer.

"The girl from the other night, what happened with the two of you?"

"Oh Sango, we just talked." He was the one who wanted honesty, and now he was lying.

"Okay, well more than talking, but we just kissed a little, it was innocent."

My eyes started to water and I bit back my lip.

I tried avoiding eye contact but he lifted up my chin and stared into my eyes.

"Sango, I love you, I don't know how this goes though, I'm not use to wanting just one woman."

"If you only wanted me, then why did you go to her?"

He opened his mouth to talk but I needed to think.

I skipped breakfast and went for a walk.

I liked flirting with him and only him. I liked being with him, I guess I loved him.

But I also needed respect and I needed him to need me.

I couldn't figure out how I would go about gaining his respect.

I was almost positive that it took time, but I didn't have any, I needed this, and quick.

I think before I was flirty, I still didn't have his respect, that's why he groped me.

But when I became a flirt, I didn't have his respect because he could have me anytime he wanted.

I started walking back and bumped into him.

"I never answered your question." I think what he didn't realize was that I didn't want an answer.

"Shhh, I don't want one, I just need to get back for lunch."

I tried taking a step but my legs gave out, or maybe I did.

I felt this sudden stupid urge for him to carry me.

He took a step towards me and tried to kiss me.

I turned my cheek and slapped him, for the first time in a long time.

"Sango, I" he looked more shocked than I have ever seen him.

"Actually maybe you had the right idea."

If I flirted and then pushed him away, he would want me, and maybe I would gain respect because he would start thinking that I wasn't easy.

I walked by his side and turned to brush my lips against his cheek.

"Carry me back." I smiled at him and held out my arms.

"I can't, I think we should talk first."

"Okay, what about?"

"You win, you have me."

"What do I win and how do I have you?"

"Sango, while you were out here thinking I was at the village thinking of you, and I didn't even want to. You have me, all of me, my heart, my body, everything I am. I love you, I want you, and I respect you."

"Miroku, that can't all happen in one day."

"It didn't, I've always respected you. In the past few months I've wanted you more and more, and I've loved you from the first moment my eyes met yours."

"These other women..."

"Are over, done, the kiss last night was a good-bye, she kissed me, I told her it was over and she thought a kiss would win me back."

He picked me up and I kissed him. He carried me back slowly, we laughed and smiled.

I guess that what I finally realized I needed was the perfect balance.

Maybe everyone needs it. You have to know when too much is too much and when you have to give a little more.

I already had respect and desire from Miroku, but I had to realize it.

Trust was one thing I never gave him. He doesn't blame me, who would?

I finally trust him but it's more of finding faith in myself.

Miroku told me that I was beautiful and perfect in his eyes, so I had to realize that if someone had perfect why would they give it up?

I guess this is the part where I say and they lived happily ever after, but this is my life so I wouldn't know, but I'm pretty sure it will be happy, that's all I can hope for.

If anything ever does go wrong, I'll always remember that life is only what you make it.

If you want a lesson from this story then I think it's to live life to the fullest and sometimes you have to act on feelings and impulse rather than knowledge.

A/N: I'm not really sure what to think of this story, hope you liked it!

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