Say Goodnight
a/n: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter Seven: Letter From Sango #2
Dear Kagome,
Remember how I told you at the end of the last letter that I did not think Miroku's break from groping me would last? It didn't. Today he got a very well deserved slap while we were playing with Shippo underneath a tree.
I do not understand him, Kagome. He gropes and jokes, and never seems serious. You know what it is like, to have feelings for someone, and not to know for sure if they feel the same back.
I miss you. I could always talk to you. I miss bathing together, even when we caught Miroku spying on us, the lecher.
Shippo misses you, but the sorrow of it has been tempered by the presence of Jungo and Akana, his parents. They have made him very happy. They are always saying that they cannot wait to meet you.
Inuyasha's father, whom we call Inutaisho for short, has been interesting to meet and talk to. I do not know how much we truly thought his sons were like him, but it is downright startling at times. The Princess Izayoi is very happy as well. Inuyasha is never far from them.
He finally came out of the well after a few days. He was dirty and he seemed … numb. He walked to the village and told us he was going to go bathe. He did, and he has been a different Inuyasha ever since. He seems less inclined to argue, and he talks about you a lot, as if talking about you keeps you alive for him. I suppose it probably does.
I have found my own happiness with my family. Kohaku is now alive and well, and training hard, as always.
I cannot thank you enough for your sacrifice, Kagome. While I miss you greatly, I know that your heart must have great joy for us. And as long as I think you are happy for us, I can bear the pain a little more.
Take care,
Sango