Sango's Emotions

"We've been this way before; he must know we're following him." Miroku said.

"I agree. Kohaku! Stop, please talk to me!" She called desperately to he brother.

Kohaku looked back and stared at her then nodded. The demon he was riding descended.

Sango caught her breath and got excited. Maybe, just maybe… She felt Mirkou's hand on her back, it steadied her and she took strength from his presence.

They stood facing each other for a while before Miroku spoke up "Kohaku? Do you know who this is?"

The boy stared at both of them then focused on Sango, that face. "No…but her face is familiar. I feel as if I should know you." Kohaku spoke quietly eyes never leaving Sango.

"Kohaku, it's me, your sister, Sango. I'm your older sister. Please remember." Her voice was thick with tears. It was so hard being this close to him and know she was a stranger to him.

"Sister?" Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his heart as well as in his head. "Ugh, what's this feeling? This pain? Why do I feel pain?" Tears formed and he held out a shaky hand to Sango, seeking comfort.

Sango rushed to him and held him tight. Her brother, her only remaining family was in her arms.

Miroku was worried. This is what Sango wanted most but Naraku's influence was strong and he feared this was another of Naraku's traps.

"It's alright. The pain will fade. I'm here now. We can stay by each others side." Sango framed his face and kissed his forehead.

Kohaku stared at her confused and wanting nothing more than to be held, comforted by this woman who called herself his sister. Th-thump! A heartbeat then a voice in his head. Kohaku, kill her. Kill her. Kill her!

Sango felt him stiffen and then he pushed her away. Blank emotionless eyes now stared at her. Naraku, again! He had taken control again!

"Sango step away from him." Miroku rushed to her side. There wasno telling what Kohaku would do. Many times he had tried to kill his sister and Miroku wasn't going to allow him to hurt her, at least not physically. Her heart was another matter.

He was torn. The voice in his head urged him to kill the lady in front of him. Kohaku's hand even went to his weapon and he brought it up as if to attack but his heart still felt her arms around him and the comfort she gave. Even though it went against the wishes of the voice, Kohaku turned, mounted the demon and left the woman behind without attacking. Tears ran down his face, it felt as if he'd lost something important.

"Kohaku! I won't give up on you! You're my brother!" Sango yelled as the demon got smaller and smaller. She turned to Miroku, "He wasclose, so close." She sobbed as he held her.

Miroku let her cry then finally coaxed her in to sitting down and resting. When she'd calmed some he spoke. "I think we can be hopeful, he remembers your face Sango. Naraku said he took away all his memories yet your face stays with him." The eyes she turned to him filled with hope. "Kohaku didn't attack you. I'm sure that's what Naraku had in mind but he was able to resist. We didn't get him away from Naraku but he's not completely under his control either. One day you two will be together again."

Sango held on to those words, she had to believe or it would be just too hard to go on. Feeling less devastated she looked up at Miroku and framed his face.

"What?" As he scanned her face he realized he was like Kohaku, such a face he could never forget. Cautiously Miroku leaned close to kiss her and she didn't move away. Once, twice he brushed her lips then his lips settled on hers. It was a kiss of comfort and love and both sighed with the pleasure of it. When he started to feel something more he backed off.

"Miroku?" Sango's eyes were wide and she leaned closer seeking his lips.

He chuckled and moved back his head. "I'm just a man in love but if you don't stop, this could go much further than you want." Sango was vulnerable and he didn't want this to come back and haunt him.

"I-I would like…" Her eyes lowered as she gathered her courage. "I don't want to stop, not yet. I need more of you, Miroku." This time her eyes held promise.

Miroku opened his mouth then closed it again. He was rattled, shook and aroused. This was unexpected to say the least. She wanted more, what did that mean? What was he thinking? Give the woman what she wants, Sango has no problems telling him when to stop and maybe this time she won't. Smiling he lay back and pulled her on top of him. "Whatever my lady wants."

A little short but I want you to come back for more. Stay tuned...