Chapter3:

…Sometimes,
I feel so sorry,
I regret this, the hurting of you.
But you make me so unhappy,
I'd take my life and leave love with you.
I'd kill myself for you. I'd kill you for myself

-Pantera

Vulgar Display of Power

(fb) The guy friends he ended up getting to know at the bar he frequented then only on Friday nights spelled bad news. they were definitely the wrong crowd. 'your women is too protected of you.' they'd say 'pry her legs off you and meet someone else! you're a good looking guy!' I can get someone else! I could if I ever wanted to! the day he decided to test this theory would be the worst of his life.

(p)Miroku felt terrible about it, but he had to do it. He threw a punch at where he hoped Sango's face was, hoping to end it quickly. Miroku never was very good at blind fighting in his training. The punch landed on Sango chest, causing her to yelp like a dog in pain (gosh, girls, don't that just hurt?) and let go of the sword. But Sango was not helpless weaponless, so she dismissed the raging pain in her breast and got into a martial arts stance. before Miroku could get to his feet, she punched him in the exact same place where she had kicked him. 'HOW COULD YOU HIT ME AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE!' he doubled over and she kicked him again, this time in the knee. he fell all the way down, stunned in pain. She yanked the sword out of the ground. "You have everything of me! my heart, my soul, my love, my body! YOU THROW THAT AWAY FOR SOME WHORE! I loved you, through all your vices, but you betray me!' she raised the sword.

(fb) the night they first made love was a life highlight for the both of them. A lot of people don't have a good first time. They had grown so close before Sango was willing to even consider allowing him to have her. they made love all night long, Sango making so much noise that they were evicted from their apartment. It was very enjoyable for both of them. However, when Miroku made a crack in front of Kagome and Inuyasha the next morning about how she was walking with a limp, Sango racked him hard, and they didn't make love for a few nights afterward. for once, it wasn't because Sango didn't want to, but because Miroku couldn't.

(P) Miroku once more heard the ringing noise that betrayed each of Sango's sword strokes. He desperately flailed a foot out in defense. The heel of his sandal caught her high in the thigh, knocking the leg out from under her, but it was too late. Miroku screamed as the sword bit into him.