Disclaimer: Don't own him… aw man!

Okay, I'm bored… that pretty much sums it up… Since I got SO many review saying I should continue; I feel that I must. Of course I have to listen to all my friends out there! Canada, USA, wherever you are… No, I'm not sure what I'm on, and no I don't know where you can get some. But I think I AM on something myself… Weird…

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"Kagome…? Kagome wake up! Please, Kagome… Just wake up…" Inuyasha pleaded the corpse beside him. She died, she's never coming back. He had to accept that… just like she did. He had to realize that crying and moping around would be the LAST thing she wanted him to do. The very, last thing. She couldn't stand it when he was upset, or anything of that sort. He had to live life just as before, but she was still at his side wasn't she? She had said that she would always be with him. The thought of her waiting for him, just always being with him until they would be together again, made a warm smile cross his face.

He lightly kissed her hand and laid it beside her body. She looked so calm, and peaceful; like all her cares had died away with her. Miroku was right… she felt no more pain. Inuyasha stood up and slowly walked out of hut, the questioning gazes of his friends meeting his own. Their faces were flowing with curiosity, Miroku walked over to the hanyou, leaving Sango and the sleeping Shippou guessing. Shippou was in complete unawareness of the world as his mind flew over the dramatic hills of the dream world, where anything and any one could be there… forever.

Miroku looked into Inuyasha's eyes, noticing no glint of loneliness in them. They reminded him of someone else's eyes… full of emotions, somewhat unreadable at times. His voice was urging answers; nothing would stop the monk's interrogation.

"Inuyasha? Is that you? I mean, are you okay?"

Inuyasha closed his amber eyes and sighed heavily, knowing that would answer all of Miroku's questions. He looked back up to the navy blue gaze of the man before him. He smiled a small smile, but it had more emotion than anything else he could have done.

"You were right… she feels no more pain." It was now Miroku's turn to smile, he was glad that Inuyasha understood the value of death. Knowing that the person you cared the most for was happy, in the best place, safe and unscathed. Inuyasha walked off towards the well, leaving Miroku to tell Sango what he couldn't at the moment. Things were still to hectic to say anything, all he wanted was to go through her book bag and see what memories he could gather from what she left behind.

Miroku sat beside Sango, who had set the slumbering Shippou down on Kirara's (Transformed) fluffy tail, and wrapped a comforting arm around her. Sango looked at Miroku for answers, tears started to welt up in her eyes.

"Miroku, is she…?" Her voice was pleading for him to say that she was better, and that they could continue their friendship. Couldn't Kagome stay with them a little longer? She had so much to say, how sorry she was for spying on her and Inuyasha when they wanted to be together… she never did that to her. A knot tightened up in Sango's stomach, guilt flowed through her veins. Did she die hating her for her eves dropping?

Miroku nodded and set down his staff so he could embrace her. He wrapped his arms around the now sobbing girl; she lost her only best friend in the world. Sango tightened her grip on Miroku's shoulders and sobbed into his chest. He also tightened his grip on her, and whispered in her ear the words she wanted to hear now more than ever.

"It's okay Sango… She's happy now, and we'll get through this together." Sango let out one last weep, sniffled a little, and leaned out to look into his face for more comfort. She had waterfalls beneath her coffee eyes, and a small smile came out of her rosy lips, a smile for the monk that held her in his arms. She hadn't lost everything, she still had Miroku, and Inuyasha, but he had other things to worry about. Besides, she didn't like him like that… not like she liked Miroku.

Wait… 'Not like she like Miroku'? Is that how she really felt? Through all the things the group had been through… she had fallen in LOVE with Miroku? The perverted monk that hit on every girl in sight? The womanizer that asked all the beautiful, young women he saw to bear his child? Yes, that very monk. She loved him for him, even his perverted ways.

"Miroku…" She rubbed a tear from her eye, and smiled a loving smile at him. His navy eyes looked back into her creamy golden brown ones, and the same smile found itself on his face as well. The area between them slowly became smaller as Sango pressed her lips against his. She didn't think that kissing a letch like him would make any difference, but why did she feel so happy when it happened? She knew she loved him but was she just another woman to him? Like every other woman who turned him down? If so, why did he kiss her back with such intensity? Why did he treat her different than any girl he'd ever met? He loved her as well; the fiery passion that engulfed your soul and sent you into a whirlwind of emotions.

Sometimes it was a rollercoaster, happy then sad then back to happy with the one you loved; most of the times that wasn't the true love that every heart longs to feel. Other times you think you love someone, then when you confess it all goes wrong. That is just the love that tests you, to make sure you know what you might be getting yourself into, to prepare you for heartbreak.

Last there is true love, the only love that lasts forever. When you find that one person that makes you happy, even though their faults are clear, you still love them… faults and all. Even after death, you could never love someone more than them.

That's what Inuyasha and Kagome had, what the still have. Kagome said that she would always be with Inuyasha, and she meant it. In life or death they would still be inseparable. Sango wanted a love like Kagome's, she longed for that one special person that loved her for who she is; though she didn't notice that he was right under her nose. She was subconsciously jealous of Inuyasha and Kagome, she didn't know it though, and she was too concentrated on other things. To concentrated to see her own love rising.

Miroku knew he loved Sango, he was just afraid that she didn't love him for his perverted ways. So he compensated by hitting on other women and grouping his one true love. He started to think that this was just a one-sided love, that he was a lost cause. That one kiss changed all his thoughts into that Sango was the romantic, not the flattering type. If he touched her the wrong way, she'd slap him, hard. If he did something right, as Kagome told him, set the atmosphere, said all the right things and controlled his straying hand, he'd win her over. No problem, although this process took time, he liked the outcome! Now it was time to put his feelings into words.

"Sango," He grasped her hand before continuing, "Will you bear my child?"

(Yura: Aw, Miroku… you were doing so well!)

Sango laughed at his usual question, and kissed him again. "No, not yet. I love you too, Miroku."

Miroku's eyebrows flew up at her response. Did she say: 'Not yet…'? I think she did… "I love you also, my dear Sango. If you allow me to, I wish to stay with you forever." (Yura: In Japan, this is equivalent to a marriage proposal.) He stated with his voice overflowing with emotion, and picked her up bridal-style.

Sango giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, I wish to be with you forever." She sighed and stared into the dark orbs that capture her heart so many months ago…

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I know this chapter was mostly about Miroku and Sango but it turned out better than I planned! I'm writing another chapter and it's all about Inuyasha…So don't worry about it! Next, I've updated on Bruised Heart! There's kind of a twist at the end, and more of Kagome's past is revealed to Inuyasha! It's pretty sweet.

Ja-ne! -Yura