Akushisu
Chapter the
First - Poisoned
"Inuyasha, where are Sango and Miroku? They said they'd be here, Miroku should have finished his meditation by now...I'm worried about them." Kagome glanced around.
"How should I know? You know as much as I do," Inuyasha replied, bored.
"Well... can we go check on them?" she asked.
"Yeah, even you can't be this dense to think they're fine!" snapped Shippo.
"Feh. What do I care." Then Inuyasha looked at Kagome and rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine." Inuyasha stood up and brushed out the wrinkles of his haori.
"I knew you cared!" said Kagome and grabbed her bag.
Inuyasha rolled his eyes again and put out the fire. "Come on. I just don't what you whining the whole time, that's all."
"Look over there!" cried Kagome "It must be them!"
Inuyasha looked up and saw what looked like Sango and Miroku a little off. "Yeah. That's them."
"Are they okay?" Shippo asked.
"How should I know?" Inuyasha turned and whispered to Kagome, "I smell blood."
"Let's go down," said Kagome.
Inuyasha nodded.
"Sango, what happened?" asked Kagome.
"I'm not sure. I saw Miroku was hurt, then he pushed me down and sucked up a demon." Sango looked down at Miroku's face.
"He's all flushed!"
"Well, I didn't have any herbs or medicine to help him!"
"I have some," said Kagome. "But we'll need a cool, wet cloth for his forehead."
"Cloth? Inuyasha?" Inuyasha rolled his eyes and ripped a piece off something he had in his sleeve and handed it to Kagome.
"Here, Sango go find some cool water." She gave the cloth to her.
Sango nodded and hurried off with the cloth.
"No...Sango...don't leave," whispered Miroku. He sounded in a great deal of pain.
"Miroku? But I have to; it'll make you feel better."
""I'll do it!" Shippo volunteered and came back with a sopping wet cloth.
"Hey, runt! It's soaked!"
"I think that's the idea, Inuyasha." Sango was worriedly looking at Miroku. "Will he be okay?"
"Yeah, just put this bandage on this wound and let's take him to the village as soon a possible," said Kagome.
Sango nodded and did as she was told, very gently putting the bandage over his wound. "Inuyasha will have to take him..." She looked up to him to see his reaction.
"Feh. I have to do everything."
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It was the next day when Miroku opened his eyes.
"Miroku? Are you okay?" Sango put her hand on his forehead. "Miroku, I'm going to go get you some tea, just relax some."
"You saved my life Sango," he said.
"You saved mine. I just returned that favour." She smiled and went to get the tea.
The tea was given to them at a local inn.
"Thank you," Sango said to the owner and brought it back to Miroku. "You need to sit up. Do you need help?"
"I'll manage," said Miroku and he did.
Sango smiled and handed him the cup. "Careful, it's still a little hot."
Little did they know the local inn keeper was a master of alchemy and the black arts.
"Ah, hot green tea," he whispered.
"Told you." Sango smiled and sipped it, careful to wait for it to cool.
Sango had a strong body, she could not be affected by this poison like poor Miroku. It was laced with evil blood of many demons and turned those who drank it into servants of evil, no matter who they were.
"No, I love it hot," Miroku smiled weakly.
"What ever your preference is." Sango shrugged and took another sip of hers.
Miroku just watched Sango. She was so pretty, so perfect.
Sango watched him from over the rim of her cup and gave him an innocent wink.
"Sango?" Miroku asked.
"Hmm?" Sango continued to look at his eyes. Nearly black with a hint of purple; so beautiful.
"Why did you bother to save someone like me?" He looked into her deep brown eyes.
Sango shrugged. "Everyone deserves a chance. Plus, you saved me. And Miroku, you're not the worst person I've met." Sango gave a little laugh and winked at him again.
"Oh?" He said, it wasn't the exact answer he wanted but he was satisfied.
"You're a good person, and I know that. You may grab my ass a lot, but you have a big heart."
"Sorry," said Miroku.
"For what? Groping me? You've never acted sorry before." Sango didn't mean to say that.
"I know you're right. Did I ever tell you you're beautiful?"
Sango blushed lightly. "N-no."
"Well you aren't beautiful, you are a goddess." whispered Miroku. His voice was softer than usual. Miroku looked into her deep dark brown eyes.
Sango blushed a little darker. "T-thank you." She smiled at him.
Miroku looked at her more intently.
"Oh, Miroku..." Sango whispered, lost in his eyes.
"I..." Miroku didn't know what to say.
Sango had lowered the tea cup to the ground, her mouth cracked open. 'How did I never notice how handsome he is?' she asked herself. 'Perfect...'
"Sango, can you ever forgive me?" he asked.
"What...?"
"For all the time I was—well, you know..."
"It's okay..." Why didn't her just shut up and kiss her?
Miroku tried to stand up.
"Miroku? Don't get up." Sango crawled over and lightly put a hand on his shoulder to keep him down.
"I wanted to walk over to you," he admitted.
Sango smiled. "Oh, Miroku. You're so cute." Before she realised what she had admitted, it was out.
"Really? You think so?" he asked her.
Sango blushed and nodded. "Yeah...sorry if you don't like being called that..." Sango hoped she hadn't offended him. "Cute" wasn't what most guys liked. Like Inuyasha. Sango bet if Kagome called him that he wouldn't be happy...
"No one ever told me they liked the way I looked before." He smiled gently at her. He forced himself to move his injured arm so he could put it around her.
Sango smiled and faced him. "I don't want you to hurt yourself..."
"But...you want me to remove my arm, I understand," he said.
"No...I just don't want you to get hurt; I don't mind the arm..."
"Your skin feel's like silk," he said as he put his left hand on her right.
Sango blushed and looked into his eyes. "Miroku..." her voice was so soft and kind. She smiled. They were so close...she just wanted a taste.
"I am just glad to be here with you," he said.
"As am I..." Sango's smile widened.
Miroku went into kiss her, but then for what seemed like no reason stopped. He didn't want to do it if she didn't want it.
Sango looked at him, so close. She moved the little bit closer and her lips met his.
Miroku deepened their kiss.
Sango put her arms around Miroku's neck.
Miroku dipped her back and the kiss became more passionate.
Sango couldn't believe what was happening, but it felt so right. She wanted this for so long, and she finally had it.
Miroku stopped and brought her back up "Is this what you want Sango, my goddess?"
"Yes, it is, Miroku." Sango rubbed his cheek lightly, eyes full of love.
Miroku looked at Sango. "You saved my life, Sango. I will do whatever you wish of me in return."
"Wish of you? For you to do what your heart cries for." Sango ran a finger over his soft lips.
"You would be furious with me then," he said.
"You don't know that, Miroku." Sango gave him a small smile, her finger running over his lips again, loving the feel of them.
He forced her down to the floor and began to kiss her, suddenly he stopped.
"Miroku? What's wrong?" Sango ran her hand through his hair, which was kind of hard since it was still up.
"I'm sorry Sango, I don't know what came over me... did I hurt you?" he asked.
"No, Miroku. You didn't hurt me." Sango looked up at him, still lying down.
Miroku put his hand to his head, something didn't fell right.
"Miroku? Miroku, what's wrong? Does your head hurt?" Sango sat up and looked at him worriedly.
"I feel fine now," he said and lightly kissed her again.
"Good." Sango said before he kissed her. She kissed him back instantly.
