Find me here
speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you

Sango P.O.V

The muted clank was the worst sound in the world. Painful. Full of sorrow. It tore me apart, starting with the deep, bleeding wound in my shoulder. As he walked away, the scythe left a faint trail of blood seeping into the ground. My blood. My own blood was being absorbed into the earth, to be covered by soil soon enough. The stains in the ground were because of Kohaku. The stains in the ground were Kohaku. I couldn't take it. I sank to my knees. I was a mess of feelings; pure, raw emotion was rapidly overwhelming me. I needed something, someone to keep me grounded, yet at the same time I wanted to let go. To let go of the pain.


You are the light
that is leading me
to the place where
I find peace again
you are the strength
that keeps me walking
you are the hope
that keeps me trusting
you are the life to my soul
you are my purpose

My eyelids were heavy. They were yet another burden on my life. I felt soggy and heavy with blood leaking out of my wound and running all the way down to my wrists before slowly falling to the ground. Kagome, open-mouthed in horror, had dragged Inuyasha to Lady Kaede's home to get some bandages several minutes ago. "Don't leave me," I had croaked. But the words were caught in my mouth, filling it like a gag. The only one left was the houshi. The monk could prove to be good company- so long as he was a foot away or more. His lecherous ways were a warning: Don't get close, or you will get hurt. He was standing several feet away at the moment, head bowed. Finally, he looked back up. He closed the distance between us slowly, his steps making soft crunching noises in the soil. When he reached me, he carefully moved to a kneeling position, making our eyes at the same level. "Sango," Houshi-sama said slowly. His eyes were pools of compassion.

You are everything
and how can I
stand here with you
and not be moved by you
would you tell me
how could it be

any better than this

Miroku P.O.V

I watch the taji-ya for a few moments, trying to decipher what she needs. This was a strange experience for me; the always-capable, brave, strong, beautiful Sango looked on the verge of giving up. Her brown eyes, usually brimming with emotion, appeared to be emptying slowly. I crunch across the ground and gently lower myself to her level. Slowly, I say her name to get her attention. It doesn't work very well, but a brief flicker of recognition passes through her eyes. I reach out- hesitate- and take her hand. Amazingly, she doesn't flinch or pull away. Her hand is limp for a few seconds, but like traces of hope clinging to cliffs of despair, her fingers slowly curl around mine. They're squeezing tight. A lone tear slowly trickles down her cheek.

You calm the storms
you give me rest
you hold me in your hands
you won't let me fall

Sango's P.O.V

Miroku's hand is warm, his hand gently on mine. His touch is so light, so soft that at first I barely notice it. I look down at my knees, eyes blurring with tears, and manage to make out the sight of his hand on top of mine. It's my anchor. My last chance to hold on, to hold on tight. I intertwine my fingers with his and squeeze tightly. The gesture is sweet. If he were a lesser man, he might have taken advantage of my current weakness and go for a grope. But he hasn't. And he won't. Because, for one of the first times, I completely trust him. I wouldn't hold on so if I didn't. It's not only an offer of stability- it's also one of kindness. Through the simply action of taking my hand, he is telling me that if I need to, I can fall- but he won't let me fall all the way. He'll catch me, no matter what. So I do.

You still my heart
and you take my breath away
Would you take me in
would you take me deeper now

Miroku's P.O.V

I am surprised as Sango relaxes her body, her muscles, and falls into my arms. She falls slightly to the side, landing so that the side of her face is against my chest. She hugs on to my neck, holding on like a monkey. I carefully put my arms around her, enclosing her in an embrace. Not an embrace of love, or affection, but one of protection, and trust. As I feel her head go heavy, I know she has fallen asleep, even after such a short amount of time. I gently rest my chin on the top of her head, breathing lightly as so not to disturb her. It feels nice. It feels foreign. It feels familiar. But most of all- it feels right.

'Cause you're all I want
you are all I need
you are everything
everything

And how can I
stand here with you
and not be moved by you
would you tell me
how could it be

any better than this…