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Sango-Miroku-4ever-Thank you for the comment, and here is the next chapter. I know it's been forever, but I had so many tests in school and since I have no homework this weekend. Here is the next chapter in Fire and Flesh.
Chapter 8-Special Moments Sent Up In Flames
Sango stormed through the forest, unaware that Miroku was following along right behind her. "That jerk!" She fumed in her mind. "That idiotic, groping jerk!"
She thought those same thoughts until she reached a paradise on earth at the end of the forest. "Wow…" She breathed.
'Wow' didn't begin to describe it. There was a miniature lake, with a little creek/waterfall splashing into it, with lush, green banks rubbing down to the lake.
"Wow," said a voice behind her. "This is a true work of the Budd…AHH!"
WHACK!
Sango stood, a large branched raised. "Why did you follow me, you lecher!" She asked him.
Miroku rubbed the overly large goose egg on his head and said, "I was going to attempt to apologize for hurting your most fragile feelings and…"
"SINCE WHEN WAS I FRAGILE!" She asked angrily, then added to herself. "But I kind of wanna be…"
"What did you say?" Miroku asked, stepping more out of the trees and towards Sango. He was trying to be comforting, but it came out the other way. A small smirk appeared on his face,
WHACK!
"Sango! It came out the wrong way! I only meant to comfort you!" Miroku yelled, waving his hands to stop another Sango-branch attack.
Lowering the branch, the Taiji-ya eyed Miroku carefully. "It didn't sound like it." Stepping a little to the side, but the branch was still in her hand. She continued to walk into the wonderful clearing.
Miroku slowly followed her at a distance, not wanting to get hit again, seeing as she still had the branch. "So, why are we here?" He asked looking around.
Sango stopped walking and turned around, giving Miroku a small glare which sent an obvious message.
Houshi-sama started to step back, waving his hands in the air, his staff waving as well. "I'm sorry. What I meant was why did you want to come here?"
"To get away from you," she replied with a bit of bitterness. Sango walked over to the edge of the creek, closer to the waterfall. The mist from the waterfall hit her face, making it glisten in the sun light. She put her Hiraikotsu on the ground beside her and turned back towards the waterfall.
Miroku looked at Sango for a moment, before he headed over to her. Once he reached her, he sat down beside her, following her gaze towards the waterfall. "It's gorgeous." What he really wanted to say was, 'You're gorgeous,' but it wouldn't come out.
"It is." Sango agreed, she really wanted to steer away from a short, broken conversation, but couldn't think of much.
So they sat in silence, gazing at the trickling stream. The silence was calming but unnerving, all at the same time.
Kirara lay down in a small pool of water, keeping herself cool, while the mist from the waterfall hit Sango's and Miroku's face. She stayed perfectly still while she spoke. "Miroku keep your hands to yourself." She said, her eyes still closed.
The hand that was moving along the ground to Sango quickly retreated. 'How did she know?' Thought Miroku, gazing at the water.
Sango shook her head, gazing as well at the water. "Don't pill anything like that again. I still have the branch you know!" She held up the long branch as proof.
Miroku jumped back at the sight of the branch. "N-No need to be rash Sango. My intensions are pure." He waved his hands innocently in front of him.
The Taiji-ya gave a nod of satisfaction as she put the branch back down. "Alright, then. We've reached an agreement on this then." A small smile appeared on her face as she now looked at the sky, the sun was setting on the horizon. A small sigh made it through her lips and out into the open where it could be heard.
Houshi-sama looked at Sango then at the setting sun, the perfect romantic scene, but Sango had told him 'no' so he respected her wishes. (At least this time he did.) "We should set up camp for tonight. I'll collect the fire wood." Standing up, Miroku headed into the forest and came back not long after with an arm full of wood. He dumped the wood on the ground and sighed, wiping his forehead.
Sango took some matches that Kagome gave her and lit the wood on fire. "There we go, some light and warmth. We'll continue on our way tomorrow." She said, moving slightly closer towards the fire. Kirara walked over towards Sango and curled up on her lap, falling asleep. A pale hand moved over to Kirara's back and started to stroke it.
"Where are we going?" Miroku asked his violet optics closed. His legs were crossed, his staff rested against his chest and his arms made sure it would stay there. The houshi-sama was wondering where in case there were any villages along the way for one specific reason.
Sango continued to stroke Kirara, but took a long time to answer. She actually had to think about where they were going to go. Since it wasn't just her anymore, she really needed to think. Then it hit her. A smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes lightly. "You will know when we get there. Now if you don't mind, I'm rather tired." With that, Sango lay down with Kirara beside her.
As she dozed off into a peaceful sleep, Miroku watched as the light of the fire made her face shine. 'How she acts doesn't change how I feel for her,' he thought. Shaking his head he sat by the fire. A pair of eyes watched the two from the shadows. In the night light, they eyes looked red, red, but on the contrary, they were normal. With one blink these eyes were gone.
The next day, Miroku woke to the sound of crackling fire sparks, birds chirping, and the rushing of water. He closed his eyes while he gave a big yawn and stretched. Houshi-sama looked around, wondering where Sango was, but saw her not far away in the watcher catching fish, and doing quiet well at it. Or at least she was from his "point of view." (A.N. If you get what I mean.)
Sango had gotten quiet a few fish, then stood up straight, wiping her forehead with her rolled up sleeve. With the few fish she had she turned around to head back to shore only to see Miroku awake. "Miroku!" The Taiji-ya yelled as she headed out of the water and towards the fire. Before Miroku had woken up she had built a little rack for the fish to cook on. "Miroku you pervert! Keep your eyes somewhere else!"
Miroku had given her the most innocent look he had and smiled. "What ever do you mean Sango? I have done nothing wrong." He said moving towards the fire to watch the fish cook. Wearily he looked towards Sango. "You do know how to cook, right?"
The Taiji-ya turned, glaring at Miroku and nodded. "Yes I do. I cooked a lot back at my village." She said. You could head the bitterness in her voice, as well as how confident she was about her cooking. "If you don't want to try the fish. I'll give your share to Kirara." After saying that, Kirara licked her lips a mewed.
Miroku sweat dropped and waved his hand innocently in front of him. "No-No, that's alright. I will gladly have some fish." As he waved his hands one touched the white part of the fire, and got burnt. "Ow…" He said, blowing cold air onto it, but seeing as it wasn't helping; he looked for another way to keep it cool.
Sango shook her head as she ripped a piece of cloth from her green apron and walked over to the water, placing the cloth beneath the surface. After the cloth was drenched in water, Sango brought it back to Miroku. She wrapped the wet cloth around the burnt hand then turned back to the fire, "That should make it better."
Miroku looked at his hand, turning it back and forth. "Uh…Thanks Sango," he said as he looked at her. "I didn't know you cared." He said, taking a fish as Sango handed it to him.
Sango shook her head, a small smile on her face. "Miroku, you're my friend of course I care, just like I would care for Kagome or Inuyasha." After saying that, she took a bite from the fish she made for herself, savoring the taste.
The Two exorcists sat in silence as they ate their fish. It was a strange silence, but one that was needed. The only noise came from Kirara, who from time to time, meowed with delight because of the fish she was eating.
The silence, with exceptions, ended when Sango stood up and drowned out the fire. "Get ready to go," she said as she got more water to put out the fire with. "We'll be leaving soon." The cool water she poured on the hot wood steamed as the hot and cool mixed together, the cold water winning, exterminating the heat.
Miroku gave a slight nod of his head as he watched the steam rise into the air, slowly becoming invisible in the semi-transparent sky. Standing up the monk grabbed for his staff, his rosary beads making some sound as he did so. "So, where are we going?" He asked, walking slowly closer to Sango.
Sango looked towards Miroku as she put her Hiraikotsu on her back. "You'll see when we get there. Believe me, you'll know." A smile appeared on her face as she and Kirara headed into the forest again. As Kirara followed behind, a flame engulfed her body, but when it disappeared she was transformed into her full demonic form.
Miroku looked around then followed Sango into the forest. "If you say so Sango." He walked along beside Sango, but Kirara was in-between them. He himself was surprised that he hadn't done anything perverted in a long time. Well, it was long for him.
Every once and awhile, out of the corner of her eyes, Sango would look over towards Miroku. It was out of both curiosity and precaution. A cool breeze came by, and blew her dark brown hair behind her in a wave like motion. A smile appeared on her lips as she looked into the distance. "We're almost there," she said, speaking calmly, but no other emotion in her voice. A slender hand moved along the strap that kept her Hiraikotsu on her back.
Miroku looked at Sango then towards the path ahead of them. A confused look appeared on his face as he looked towards the path. "Are you su-" He was interrupted by Sango.
"I'm sure. I know where I'm going." Sango said as she quickened her pace, wanting to get there quicker. Kirara continued to walk beside her, matching the Taiji-ya's pace. A small mew came from her mouth as she walked.
Miroku stopped walking, watching her get further away. The golden rings on his staff jingled and chimed in the breeze. He soon realized if he waited any longer that he would be left behind and never be able to find out where Sango was going. Quickly, Houshi-sama jogged up beside Sango and walked along side her again.
A strange and rather warm wind blew past the two exorcists, making their hair blow back in the wind. This strange wind brought a rather warm and alarming smile to Sango's face as her pace quickened even more. "We are drawing near out destination." Kirara and Miroku both stayed beside her, Miroku not anymore questioning where they were going. He would find out very soon.
Yes, it was a long two day journey, but to Sango, a well earned one. As she stepped through the leaves and bushes into the clearing, a gasp came from her lips. No, it wasn't a gasp of shock, but one of happiness.
Miroku emerged through the trees with Kirara at his side. He looked in awe at everything around him. The clearing was large with a lush tree in the center. It had the greenest leaves you would ever see on a tree as old as this. There was a circle of trees around the clearing, marking where the forest began. In the middle of the large, old tree was a bald patch, no bark. The middle of the bald patch held a hole, one only big enough for an arrow head. This old tree was a familiar one. A year prior, the hanyou Inuyasha was released from this sacred tree.
Miroku turned to Sango who was beside him, but when he looked, she was gone. "Sango…" He looked around for her and spotted her walked up to the tree, unable to hear what he was saying.
Sango now stood in front of the Sacred Tree, her hands on the bald patch. A small sigh escaped her lips as she drew her hand away from the spot. "This…This is the place where Inuyasha and Kagome first met. This is where she released him and since then they have been together. This is where it all began." Her voice was soft, and clear, the same went for her mind.
As for Miroku, he had no clue at what was going on. What was Sango trying to say? And if she said what she wanted to say, what did it mean? Miroku realized that if women wanted to, they could be very complicated. The Houshi-sama felt a little foolish to ask but did anyways. "What do you mean, Sango?"
Sango turned away from the tree, not knowing why she was telling him all of this. "This place means so much for them. I came here to see why. Now I see." There was a long silence then Sango said, "I want a special place like Kagome and Inuyasha have." Light pink blush crept onto her cheeks as she looked away from him.
Miroku cocked his head as he walked towards Sango. "Will this do?" He was in front of her now and he cupped his hand under her chin. The Houshi-sama drew closer when a loud noise came from the forest, this made him back up.
Through the dust of fallen trees, Anna emerged, an evil smirk on her face. "Monk, Taiji-ya, I will say this one last time, then act. Give me your shard!"
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Well, there you go the long awaited chapter 8. It's longer than the others so I hope you like it. No I have not abandoned the story; just taking more time to write it then type it. I'm writing chapter 10 right now, so don't worry, it's still going on. And yes, as you can tell, this is a Miroku and Sango chapter. Dedicated all to them. I will hopefully have a Kagome and InuYasha chapter, I'm not sure yet though. Some how it always ends up as a Miroku and Sango chapter. Well, I hope you like this chapter. Please read and review.