Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. And I do not own "Glory of Life" by mink.
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A/N: HI! I'm really hoping that this is the fic that I'll like. I don't know how long it'll be, and I'm not sure how it's gonna end… I have an idea, but I need to think more on it. But I do have a good feeling on it. I know I've said this with other fics and then I end up hating them, but hopefully I won't be so hard on myself. It's summer time, so maybe I'll be more relaxed and I'll find time to do it.
I love you guys! Have fun reading!
OHHH! And ! This is my second San/Mir fic! Yay! I wasn't planning on it being Sango and Miroku, but I thought maybe this was the change I needed. : )
Read this first: just so you know, this is during Civil War times. So it might seem sort of weird or something at first, but hopefully you'll get used to it. Since I'm learning about the Civil War in school, I decided to do a fic. I might use some terms or things that no one is familiar with, but I will have supportive text around it to say what it is. And also, you may think that Sango and Miroku's relationship is sort of weird, but I think that might've been what it was like that long ago. Abstinence… Such a strange thing to me. Thanks!
Things in italics at the beginning and end are parts of the song, "Glory of Life". Things in italics in dialog are thoughts. Or to put emphasis on words.
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Glory of Life
Chapter One
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There are times when the world
Seems to fold under pressure of man
No one knows 'bout the tears
In the rain that keep falling on us
The Conscription Act… AKA Sango's worst nightmare. It had been around for a long time now, and it had taken many loved ones from her. She didn't like seeing her father, or her brother being drafted off to fight in the war. Now here she was, taking a walk in the park for her and her boyfriend's three month anniversary. Her boyfriend? Well, he was just your average run-of-the-mill guy… To the untrained eye. Once you got to know Miroku Houshi, you could tell that he was a lying, horny, perverted son-of-a-bitch… But he wouldn't be Miroku without those character traits.
As Sango kept walking on, wondering what her life would be like if Miroku left her side to go and die out in the battlefield, she felt him squeeze her hand. She looked up and him shyly. "Yes?"
"Sango…" Miroku sighed and stopped walking, holding her hands in his. "Listen, these past three months have been really great. I really like you, but…"
She stopped him by holding her hand up. "Is this a break up speech, Miroku?"
Miroku cocked his head. "No… far from it. I was saying, I really, really like you, but I'm not so sure that you like me as much as I like you. And there's only one way I'll know for sure."
Sango smirked. She could see his inner pervert climbing up his throat and taking control over his voice box now. "What's that, Houshi?"
Miroku chuckled and smiled warmly. "Kiss me."
Sango blushed furiously, but never looked away from Miroku's eyes. They had never kissed before, but secretly, Sango had always wanted Miroku to be her first kiss. She delicately closed her eyes before she felt Miroku's warm lips upon hers.
And that was her last true smile.
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Her worst nightmare, come true. She stood there dumbly as he packed his bags. All she could do was watch, because there wasn't anything anyone could do to stop him. He looked at her, seeing the tears still showing in her eyes.
"Sango, listen, I'm sorry. I don't want to go either, there's not anyth-"
"I know."
"Then why can't you be understanding?"
"Understanding? Miroku, I understand it perfectly. You know I hate this thing. You know I don't want you to go. I'm going to miss you! Why can't you be more understanding?"
"Sango! Calm down!" Miroku put his arms around the hysterical girl. "You think I want to go? The Union is forcing me to go. They're forcing everyone to go who's twelve and up."
"It's always been like this!" Sango sobbed. "Everyone who I get close to always leaves! I'm all alone now! My mother died, and my brother and father are out there fighting, probably dead by now! And now you're going too!" She wrapped her arms tighter around him, not ever wanting to let go. But they both knew she'd have to let go for good, very soon.
"Sango, baby, I love you. I don't care what kind of things go on out there, I'm going to write you long letters every week to show you how much I care. Then you'll know whether I'm alive or not, okay?"
Sango just whimpered, not even wanting to think that Miroku may die in a few days. Miroku never had any background experience in fighting. He could throw some good punches, but his parents never allowed him to touch a gun in his life. There probably wouldn't be very much training, so neither of them knew if he would be doomed by his abilities or not.
Right now, neither of them wanted to think about it. All they wanted to do was think about each other.
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It was the day. Sango couldn't even get out of her small bed. And she hated it. She wanted to see Miroku's face before he left for what was probably forever… But she knew his face would only bring her pain.
She could only imagine what he was thinking now. Was he thinking about her? As she layed on her stomach, her tears sinking into her pillow, she could only begin to hope that the answers would come to her in the letters he promised.
Another heart wrenching sob escaped her lips, and her shoulders shook with fear. A small tap grasped her attention, and she immediately raised her tear stained face to look at her window. And there was Miroku, standing there with a single rose.
She gasped, but quickly opened the window to have her lips captured by him. She cherished the warmth he brought into her recently cold world. He broke the kiss, sadly smiling, and handed her the rose.
"I had to see you before I left. Why are you all alone in here?"
"I can't take it…" She whispered. "I didn't want to see your face… All it brings me is pain. I wish I wasn't so close to you, so I wouldn't feel this, but at the same time I'm the happiest person alive that I got to know you."
"Sango… don't talk like we're never seeing each other again. It's depressing…" Miroku sighed, laughing with a tinge of sorrow.
"But we probably aren't. My father has been gone since I was 12, and I'm 17 now. Five years? That's too long to consider him coming back. And you probably won't either, unless this damn war ends soon."
"Please, Sango, stop being so negative. Can't you just be happy that I'm here now? Wouldn't it have been awful if I left completely without you?"
"I suppose…"
Miroku crawled in her window, careful not to scratch or damage anything. He led Sango to her bed (NO LEMON … NOT YET) and sat down next to her. "I wanted to stay here for an hour or so? Just to show you that you're the last one I'll have on my mind, from now until the end."
"The end of what? The war or … your life?"
"Whichever comes first."
Sango, not wanting to think about this anymore, tightly wrapped her arms around Miroku who returned the favor. Their lips touched more times than they ever had before. Sango locked her door and shut her curtains, not wanting any of her family members seeing her doing this. To them, a young woman shouldn't start kissing men (or even letting them in her room) until she was married.
But Sango didn't care. Miroku was the man she loved and this was what she needed to remember him by.
Miroku slid his arms around Sango's waist and kissed her gently on the lips several times. As the kiss intensified, Sango held on tighter and tighter to Miroku, wanting to live with his warmth forever. Miroku started to trace his finger along the collar of Sango's shirt. Sango didn't say anything but she felt him unbutton the first few buttons.
"Miroku… I can't do this," she said as she hung her head.
He sighed, but Sango couldn't make out what emotions were accompanied with it. Sadness? Anger? Defeat? "Okay."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. It really is." He checked the clock on her wall and said, "I should go… I have to leave soon."
Sango frowned. "Okay." Miroku started to open the window and climb out, but Sango quickly grabbed his sleeve. "I love you…"
He smiled crookedly. "I love you too." Their lips met for what Sango thought would be the last time.
But she was wrong.
Need to feel that the wind can change
In the home of the brave I believe…
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A/N: YAY! I'm proud of the first chapter, I think it's good! Man, my chapters are always so short though. It makes me sad. But I can't think of anything else to put into chapters to make it longer… because I hate it when things are dragged out (like Brokeback Mountain. I love the movie and JAKE but they made it waaaay longer than it needed to be)… But, anyways… Maybe I should give myself two weeks every time? Hmm… Ehh… maybe not right now.
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