Chapter 19

A freezing fall breeze cut through the air and blew back Sango's black hair. It chilled her and made her shudder softly. Kirara's twin tails flicked from side to side as she walked at the slayer's side, back to the hut. A soft noise came from inside and Sango stopped her stride and strained to hear. What was going on in there? Did she want to know?

Quickly, she dashed inside, brown leaves whipping past her bare ankles, exposed by her kimono. She threw aside the grass weaving and thrust herself inside the hut, staying as quiet as she could, her heart beat rising. The cold breeze whipped at her, made her tremble. It was so cold. Why was it so cold? Hadn't summer just ended?

She strained once more to see in the darkness of the hut. The fire had burned out. The soft noise continued. Soft gasps of breath and light moans. The smacking of lips?

"M-Mi…roku…" Sango said, her voice a whispered. His name choked in her throat as her chin trembled. Her breaths trailed in front of her in white clouds.

There he was. That same girl. There he was, pressing her to the wall with his shirtless body, their lips connecting and parting and then connecting again, over and over. That same girl. The one with the freckles. She must have accepted his offer…and he must have taken his chance.

"Miroku…" She uttered his name once more as she raised a trembling hand to cover her mouth. She never really realized how much it hurt her when he did things like this…but he had never done something like this. He had never gotten this far.

'That little wench…' She thought, cruelly, as she watched the monk quickly pull away from the freckle faced girl, breaking their passionate kiss.

"Sango!" He cried, his brows raised.

Did he know what it did to her? Did he know that it killed Sango inside each time that she caught him touching another woman.

"Sango…please…I…" He started but the slayer couldn't stand to hear another word leave his lips.

She backed away, her eyes filling to the brim with tears, bottled up from all the other times that he had merely asked them to bear his children. She finally turned and raced across the leaf coated ground, Kirara staying behind to hiss angrily at the girl who seemed very pleased with herself.

"NO!" The slayer screamed back, her eyes shimmering with tears though no spilled over. She knew she couldn't keep it inside much longer. The dam was about to break.

Miroku raced after her, the upper part of his monk's robe tied around his waist. His eyes wide with shock. Had she really seen it. Had she really seen him about to….

"Sango, please! I'm sorry!" He called out to her, waving his arms as he tried to get her attention.

"NO, Miroku! Don't say you're sorry! I've heard it all before!" She screamed back to him, not bothering to turn around. She didn't want him to see that she was on the verge of tears.

"Sango, please! Listen to me, Sango-Chan!" He called to her, rushing up behind her. He struggled to catch up to her, sweat rolling down the side of his face. His lips burned.

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IT DOES TO ME, MIROKU! DO YOU EVEN KNOW?" The slayer cried as she whirled around causing Miroku to nearly slam into her.

"Please, shhh! I'm sorry!" He pleaded, stumbling back.

"NO! NO YOU'RE NOT!" Sango screamed back. She thrust herself forward and without even realizing it, she had slammed her hands into his chest, shoving him back.

A shocked look crossed the monk's face as he stumbled, taking the sudden blow.

"S-Sango…" He muttered, shocked. Sango wore the same look before it was covered by her anger once more.

"Save it!" The angry slayer yelled at him, coming up to him again and shoved him in the shoulders. She raised a hand and struck him over the face. A loud 'pop' sounded as her palm connected with his cheek.

"P-Please, Sango! I'm sorry!" Miroku screamed, a trembling hand raising up to touch his throbbing cheek.

"Save your words, you've gone too far!" She shouted, her voice lowering only half a notch.

Her soft features were twisted in rage and her cheeks were stained red with anger and possibly even hate. She couldn't keep herself from shoving him once more in his bare shoulders.

The monk uttered an exasperated 'oof' as he was shoved back again. He raised his eyes into Sango's and saw the tears that were now trailing down her cheeks. Had he really hurt her that much? Was she really that upset?

"I had no idea…Sango…Please…" He whispered, his shaking hand still over his cheek as he stared at the slayer with guilty and sympathetic eyes.

'I never knew…' He thought, his eyes lowering in shame. '…that she really cared….'

Sango let out a loud sob as she shoved him again, hard, in the shoulders. This time it knocked the monk right off his feet. He stumbled and fell to the grass below.

"Oh…" He murmured as he propped himself up with his arms and stared up at Sango. He stayed silent. What was there to say to her. She was so upset. She had hit Miroku tons of times for touching her…but this time he didn't touch her…he corroded her heart.

"You're such an idiot!" She screamed down to him, her eyes welling up once more and two new tears passing over her thick lashes and trailing down her red cheeks. "Are you really that oblivious?"

She choked out another sob as she watched Miroku's eyes trail away from hers.

'He's so ashamed…' She thought. 'he should be.'

A flame flicked inside of the slayer and her eyes widened suddenly. She stared down at Miroku's guilty look and couldn't help herself from dropping to the ground, over him. She kneeled between his parted legs and brought her face close to his. It all happened to them both as if it was in slow motion. As if each second passed as a minute as Sango's lips connected with Miroku's.

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"Inuyasha? What are doing?" Kagome asked, her voice choking as she began to tremble. Why was he holding her and looking at her like that? What was he planning to do.

'She's so….different…' The inu hanyou thought as he peered into the miko's eyes. It was true. Kagome had grown since they first met. She was more of a woman than ever and Inuyasha felt those feelings again that he got from time to time when he was around Kagome.

Peering into her soulful brown eyes, he became hungry. He could feel his throat tighten and saliva form inside his mouth. Chocolate. Like chocolate. And her hair. Like licorice plastered to the sides of her face and forehead. His grip tightened around her arm as he pulled her even closer.

"Inu…yasha?" She spoke his name slowly and carefully and she placed her other hand against his chest to brace herself from falling heavily against him.

Slowly, the hanyou released his grip on her arm, his senses finally finding him again. What had just happened? How could he have lost control like that? He had almost done something to Kagome, hadn't he? He had almost…

Kagome shrank back and held her arms over her chest. She knew he had seen. Her cheekbones seemed forever stained that pink color. That color seemed to always be there when she was around Inuyasha.

"That'll do for now. You can wash the rest of yourself tomorrow or something…" She murmured.

Slowly she stepped back and turned the knob. The water cut off and Inuyasha blinked harshly in reply. Kagome slowly slipped out of the tub and turned and hurried out of the bathroom without another glance.

'I scared her…She was scared of me…' The hanyou thought, staring at her as she hurried off. His arm slowly dropped back to his side. 'She should be…for her own good…'

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Miroku's eyes remained wide as Sango pushed against him, kissing him with shocking gentleness. His blue eyes stared straight forward, his irises trembled rapidly as his lips parted in adjustment.

The monk couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but let the beautiful slayer slowly begin to kiss him with passion she had held inside herself for so long.

Slowly, a hand spread over the slayer's lower back as Miroku gradually gave in to the kiss that he knew they had both been dying to share.

His eyes closed as he returned the kiss affectionately. So long…he had waited for Sango. He had waited so long that he had convinced himself that the slayer felt nothing for him.

Miroku slowly and rather grudgingly withdrew from the kiss but his lips stayed close to hers. He waited a moment, feeling her hot breaths against his face as she peered back at him with teary eyes.

"Sango…you mean more to me than you know…" He whispered to her and only her. Only she could hear those words and they were meant only for her.

After those words, their lips connected once more in another passionate kiss that made Miroku tremble. Sango remained strong, but Miroku's one weakness was good looking women and here one was, kissing him.

The monk's only arm that held him up shook from the weight until it finally gave way and the two fell to the grass, locked in their kiss that they had been dying to share for so long. The passion that had built up finally spilling through their lips and mouths.

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Hey! Kagome and Inuyasha aren't the ONLY ones in the group!

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Hope you had fun with this one...there's so much more just dyin' to be read.