Hey all, her's chapter three! I'mm glad I got reviews for this:D Reviews make me happy!

Miroku: As long as they are from beautiful girls...

Me: (Slaps Miroku)

Anyway, I don't own Inuyasah blah blah blah, never will blah blah! But I can and I will right about them to my hearts content! So there!

So, on with the story!

For as long as Sango could remember, she had had slight feelings for the monk. She didn't know when they started, or if she could ever truly forget them, but they were there now. And they were growing stronger by the hour. She'd never tell him though. The thought of him leaving her for a woman traveling down the same road as them would be too much. She kept her feelings to herself.

And while Miroku was in pain, it hurt even more. She wanted to help him, wanted to heal him. But he kept his feelings and fears locked up. Perhaps if she told... but feelings of rejection stopped her. When had Miroku ever shown interest in her? Sure, he groped her daily, by he did that to every pretty woman he saw. It was noting out of the ordinary for him.

Miroku pulled his hand away from Sango and looked at her into the eyes.

"I'll be alright." Is what he said. Sango didn't believe it.

"May I just see?" she asked. Kagome, Shippo and Inuyasha had gathered around the two of them by now.

"Is he alright?" Kagome asked. Sango answered no and Miroku nodded with a stern yes. Kagome bent down to look.

"When did it happen?" she asked. Miroku shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not sure..." he thought out loud. Where had it come from? He only recently got it, most probably when his arm had stated hurting so much last night. After he had that nightmare.

"Miroku, are you alright?" Kagome waved his hand in front of his face. Miroku shook himself out of the daze and looked back.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"No, you're not!" Sango said back harshly. She stood up and pulled him up too by his left wrist. "You need to get that treated!"

"I'm sure it will go away on it's own." Miroku said calmly, pulling away from Sango. Sango looked hurt and mad and Miroku immediately regretted what he did.

"Let me see that!" Inuyasha grabbed Miroku's hand and yanked it toward him.

"Hey, watch it! That hurts!" Miroku winced. Inuyasha didn't say anything, merely looked at Miroku's palm and fingered the apparent wound. Miroku winced in pain again.

"This is what I've been smelling." he claimed, releasing Miroku's hand and letting him fall back. Sango put an arm around his shoulder.

"What you've been smelling?" Kagome questioned him. Inuyasha looked down at the two drops of liquid on his fingertip.

"I reeks of demon." he said slowly. Miroku's eyes widened.

"But we haven't seen any demons for a few days now!" Miroku put in.

"What are you talking about?" Inuyasha turned on him. You just sucked one up this morning!"

Miroku sighed. He had forgotten about that. But it couldn't have been that one, his hand had hurt before that. It had started hurting after the dream he had.

"Miroku, when did your hand start hurting?" Sango asked softly. Miroku looked at her, debating whether or not to tell her.

"Last night... when I woke up." he said quietly. He pulled away from Sango and looked at the water in the creek that sat before him.

"Were you attacked?" Kagome asked.

"Of course not! We would've noticed that!" Inuyasha spat. He seemed quite confidant in saying so, so they ruled that idea out.

"Well, we should try to get to the next village fast." Kagome said, rising up. Sango followed suit.

"We won't know what it is until we get it looked at anyway." Sango said to herself. She helped Miroku to his feet. As he rose, he nearly fell on top of her.

"Sorry Lady Sango, I didn't mean to do that." Miroku said. Sango's face flushed when his hand fell dangerously close to her left breast, but he drew it away quickly without so much as a brush over it.

He must really be hurt Sango thought to herself. It wasn't like the perverted monk to pass up such an opportunity.

The gang set off down the road. Kagome and Inuyasha in the front, Sango right behind and Miroku behind her, lagging a bit. Shippo was on Kagome's shoulder. Every now and again, Sango would here Miroku grunt in pain and his face would twist with agony. It hurt her to see him like this. If only he would tell her, maybe it would help.

"Miroku, are you alright?" Miroku had completely stopped now, leaning on his staff for support. Sango went back.

"I find, just a bit..." Miroku stopped mid sentence and started coughing. Sango felt his forehead.

"Miroku, you're burning up!" she claimed, withdrawing her hand quickly. A bead of sweat rolled down the monks face.

"Now what's wrong?" Inuyasha asked them, turning back when he noticed they weren't following anymore.

"Is something wrong?" Shippo asked.

Sango nodded her head in reply and Miroku gave another cough.

"You have to tell us what happened!" Sango said, growing nervous. She grasped Miroku's shoulder.

"I don't know..."

"You must know something?" she shook him a bit. "How did you get that wound on your hand?"

"Please Lady Sango, it hurts when you shake me like that." Miroku gasped. He was breathing heavily now.

"He's almost acting like.." Kagome started.

"Poisoned?" Sango thought, "Are you sure nothing attacked you, maybe when you went to that spring?"

Spring, like the spring of water in his dream. Miroku had gone to the spring in his dream and it was there everything happened. The voice, the blood, Sango's death, the demon. But that was a dream.

"Maybe..." Miroku started. Sango urged him to continue on. "In my dream... I was attacked." Sango looked scared now, scared for his safety.

"By a demon?" she asked. Miroku didn't respond, merely looked up. His eyes looked a bit glazed and dull, as if the color had drained out and left nothing but a black abyss to match the one in his hand.

"I knew that reeked of demon." Inuyasha stated from behind. "If it really poisoned him, he needs help fast."

"But he said it was only a dream!" Shippo pointed out. "How could you get poisoned in a dream?"

"I've heard of demons like that... but only once." Sango said slowly, lowering Miroku to the ground. His breathing was growing shorter. "They can enter the subconscious and take over, wounding their prey in their sleep. Then they exit and devour what's left. An exterminator in my village had to fight one once. They're ruthless." Sango shivered slightly. Had a demon such as that really attacked Miroku.

"It sound's horrible."

"It is, but they don't usually poison, they kill and hurt. Perhaps Miroku woke before it could really happen." Miroku opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"There was a demon." he stated, looking up into the sky. "He was going to attack..."

"Attack what? Was he going after you?" Kagome asked.

"No... he went after... after you, Sango." Sango's eyes widened. It hadn't gone after Miroku. And what was she doing in his dream?

"What else happened?" Kagome asked. Sango was still overcoming her shock.

"Blood, blood of those who had died by..."

"By what?"

"By my hand?"

"By your hand?" Sango asked, recovered from the shock by now. Miroku nodded his head and closed his eyes, his breathing evening out. He had lost consciousness.

Sango brushed his hair from his forehead, his face still burning. His cheeks were growing flushed. The demon in his nightmares had gone after her, not him. What could that mean? This sort of demon had always been know to attack the person dreaming, not something else. This was new to her, and she had no idea what to do about it.

He had also said something about blood, blood of those killed by his hand. But he hadn't killed anyone, had he? Sango didn't know what to think anymore.

"So this demon entered his mind and poisoned him in his dreams?" Inuyasha asked. Sango nodded. "That explains the scent."

"Where did it poison him?" Kagome asked. They all looked down at his right hand, which was still leaking drops of blood.

"Right near his wind tunnel. He must have tried to suck it up." Sango pondered. She reached for the cursed hand and lay it flat over Miroku's stomach so they could get a better look.

"Can we...?" Kagome asked.

"As long as we don't remove his prayer beads, we should be fine." Sango reassured her. Miroku hadn't moved yet.

Sango laid his hand, palm facing up, back over his stomach. She removed on loop of the blue beads from around his wrist and wrapped the securely around his knuckles and thumb, just in case. She then moved to take off the two flaps of purple cloth that covered his hand.

"It's stuck!" Sango said, prying off the edges. "The blood has dried underneath."

"Be careful..." Kagome warned as she watched the demon slayer carefully pry away the edges of the material from his palm. "Are you sure the wind tunnel won't activate?"

"It shouldn't, he still has the rosary on." Sango pulled some more and Miroku gave a small grunt in his state of slumber. Sango stopped for a moment, then continued when he did not wake.

"There we go..." she said, peeling off the cloth bit from around his hand. They looked down at his palm. The wind tunnel was only a small, pitch black dot in the center and had not activated thankfully. Off to the side of it was a small puncture wound.

"That looks horrible!" Kagome said, covering her mouth.

"Eww!" Shippo said, ducking his head behind Kagome's shoulder.

"No wonder it was hurting him!" Sango said.

The wound, tough not even 1/4 of an inch in length, looked terrible. It was crusted, with bits of dried, sticky blood that had a sickly green tint to it, all around the wound. The skin under it looked as though it had been burned off. The wound itself looked to be about at least a half an inch deep. Every now and again, it would grow very warm and spurt more blood out that would trickle down, once and awhile making it to his fingertips.

"Why didn't he tell us sooner?" Kagome asked. "We could have helped him."

"We still can." Inuyasha said, turning away from Miroku's hand. "We need to get his wrist bandaged tightly to prevent any more poison from spreading." Sango nodded, covering the wound back up and replacing the beads back around his wrist.

"We need to find an antidote." Kagome said. "Perhaps in the next village..."

"Do you think you could carry Miroku on your back?" Sango asked the hanyou. Inuyasha bent over and raised Miroku. The monk cried out in pain and Inuyasha was forced to set him back down.

"No, he's in too much pain. The quickest way would be for me to go on ahead and bring something back."

"I'm coming too!" Kagome said, Shippo joining her on her shoulder. She rested herself on the hanyou's back and they took off.

"We'll be back as soon as we can!" Kagome called before the three of them disappeared. Sango waved.

"Hurry back."

Sango looked back down at the monk and sighed. She had to get him off the road fast and to someplace more comfortable. But she doubted she was strong enough to carry him all the way, especially since she didn't know how far they had to search.

"Kirara, can you help me out?" Sango asked the cat demon. Kirara mewed in reply and, with a burst of heat and flame, transformed to her larger form.

Sango lifted Miroku's body, trying to ignore his small cry of pain and laid him down on Kirara's back, his head draped over the side and facing the ground. The she jumped up herself and got in a comfortable position. Then she gently turned Miroku over and rested his upper body on her lap, his head supported be her hands.

"Let's go Kirara!" Kirara took a small jump to get airborne, doing her best not to jostle them too much. Sango looked down at Miroku, and fond a small tear escape from her eye, gently landing on the monk's cheek and sliding down his face.

"Please get well soon."

There, one more chapter done... but I have no clue as to how long this is gonna be.

Miroku: As long as you heal me in the end!

Me: Keep asking and I won't...

(Miroku shuts his mouth)

Stay tuned and please review!