I
look at Sango as she sleeps next to me. Her ebony hair contrasts
against her pale skin. Tonight I made love to her, for the first
time. I love her dearly, but we are almost never able to show our
affections because of our connections to Naraku. Earlier we both
pushed ourselves away to protect others and ourselves. Apparantly
fate had other ideas in mind, in a short two months we had fallen for
each other and we became engaged.
Earlier
in the day, she swore she would someday see my hand free of its
curse. Then I promised her that one day we would avenge her family,
and then live together. I
start to feel regret for this evening's events; if Naraku found out
about us he would certainly wreak havoc, and if Sango were to become
pregnant I do not want to think of the consequences. If she died in
childbirth, like my mother, I would never forgive myself. She
stirs in her sleep and wakes up, "Miroku why aren't you
sleeping?"
"I
can't."
"Why?"
"I've
been thinking."
"Then
stop thinking, and relax, you need your rest, we have to be at
Kaede's village by midday tomorrow." "Okay,
I'll go to sleep," I kiss her cheek and try to clear my mind,
before falling asleep.
A/N: I wrote this in December and recently got it beta'ed though a ficlet betaing community. It needs a real title, not the half-assed title I just came up with using the reverse dictionary.