Chapter 4:

You were the one who'd never leave
Beautiful eyes, you seemed so free
Touching your face I felt complete
Holding your hand my heart would weep

You were the one who raped my soul
Beautiful lies, you stole my hope
Touching your ass, I scratch the skin
Holding your neck, I tie the rope...pulling it tight

-Ra

From One

(fb) They had just finished making one night. It was wonderful, as usual. But then came the only downside to it. Sango started talking, asking questions, probing and prodding his conscious like a general girl. After she talked on and on about romance, how much they were in love, blah, blah, blah, etc telling him everything she felt for him for the umpteenth time, he replied: 'I love you more than the moon and the stars, Sango, but I do all the work in bed. I'm too smart for you to screw my brains out, but you sure do take the breath out of me.' she laughed and he closed his eyes. she tried to pry at him a little more, but was answered by snores. She stayed awake a while longer, happily thanking Kame that after all she'd suffered, she'd received a just reward. She traced the ugly scar on his shoulder where he'd leaped in front of a blow aimed at Sango during a fight against Kagura. It surely would have killed her, but she was certain he took it for her knowing it would likely kill him. She kissed the hideous scar and whispered that she loved him, falling asleep with her head upon his chest.

(p) Miroku took one last swing before his strength gave way, his first and only true shot. His left fist connected directly in the center of Sango's solar plexus (that place right under your rib cage...?) and hard. She doubled over and collapsed next to him, gasping for air. He grabbed the handle of the sword and flung it away. He pressed the deep gash in his shoulder hard with the heel of his left hand, futilely trying to stop the bleeding. the wound was somewhat serious, not in a vital area or long, but deep and clean. For the first time in his life, Miroku hated sake. His eyes burned worse than any pain he had ever known, but he focused all his remaining will on keeping pressure on the wound. He was bleeding badly. Sango cursed breathlessly. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to hit her. Tears of emotional and physical pain welled up in her eyes. She couldn't be hurt again. Miroku was hers, and she was his. If he wanted to end it here, then she vowed to be the one to throw him away. She wouldn't be hurt again.