AN: The story takes place in Victorian England and there is a bit of a time elapse between each 'segment' of the story. Please enjoy!

Story Eleven: My Dear
Featuring: Miroku and Sango
Song: Malice Mizer: Ma Cherie to you dearly beloved (Ma Cherie Itoshii kimi e)

Pushed against the will by stubborn shoes
the puppet figure in the show window unable to move
free! On the street this weekend doing just as XXX
maybe to immerse among the surrounding people would be nice too

Sango looked out the thick glass window, threaded through with a design of lead. The street below her looked so lively; young girls shopping for pretty trims and baubles with fine young gentlemen escorting them. Everyone seemed to be in a mood of such good cheer.

"Miss Kitazawa, what ever are you doing? Come here at once and finish practicing your piano." The sharp voice of her iron willed music tutor, Ms. Devon, pierced across the room. "You are a Lady and heiress, you must be cultured, and you don't have time to dilly-dally watching commoners." Sango sighed and turned away from the window and headed over to the mahogany bench in front of the infernal old piano. Carefully she arranged her wine-red velveteen gown as she sat and began to practice. Her thoughts drifted over to the dashing young Lord she had met at court, Lord Miroku Brantford, he was one she would not mind being betrothed and married to.

The morning just after the rain splashing in water
waiting for the night of falling stars to cast my wish

Miroku walked down the steps of his manor house, deliberately jumping into every puddle left by the rain and knowing how it was causing his butler to almost have a fit of apoplexy.

"Sir, please, you just bought those and you shall ruin the leather." Edmund, his butler called.

"You worry far too much, if the boots are ruined then they are ruined and I shall buy new ones."

"What has gotten into you my Lord, perhaps the Lady Sango rests in your mind?"

"Ah, you know me too well, now hurry, we are set to meet her tonight at her parent's house."

"Ma Cherie..."

Edmund sighed as the carriage carried them away from the country estate and towards London. His master seemed to be truly interested in this girl; hopefully, it would end in a wedding rather than an expensive gift and a wave goodbye.

Lovers need no reason
a chance need not one either

Sango carefully smoothed the petal-pink silk dress she wore for dinner that night while her lady-in-waiting Kagome combed and smoothed her mistress's hair into a neat bun and fixed bejeweled hairpins into the elaborate coif. Sango carefully freed the face framing curls from the setting rags and gave a small smile.

"My Lady, what jewelry do you wish to wear tonight?" Kagome opened the walnut box lined with crimson velvet and filled with various pieces of ornamentation.

"I shall wear the pink-toned pearls since that shall match my dress and compliment my gold hairpins." Kagome pulled the required earrings, necklace and bracelet out and helped clip the necklace while Sango slid the bracelet over her left hand. Sango pulled the small stud earrings through her lobes and sighed contentedly at the image in her mirror.

Seeing each other after a long time half a lifetime the two nestling closely half at ease
look! From the window there although trying to bestow silently
falling drops of fortune and happiness
yet all these surrounding people go by nonchalantly overlooking

Miroku had arrived, introductions, dinner and then pleasant parlor talk for good long while. Lord Kitazawa left the couple but made sure Kagome stayed in the room. Sango and Miroku gripped hands between them on the couch and looked out the window, watching the other nobles pass by. They cared nothing about the world though, and only had eyes for each other.

In the daylight of yesterday afternoon a little bit as if in a dream
waiting for the night of falling stars to cast my wish

Miroku quietly reflected yesterday, he had invited Sango as well as his friends Inuyasha, Koga and a few other nobles to go on a hunt. He clearly saw her smiling a top her horse, laughing as her veil and hat nearly flew off from the speed at which she rode. He knew she would be the one, if only there was a lucky star on which to wish!

"Ma Cherie..."

Kagome neatened the table and arranged the tea and cookies. She arranged the lace cover on the table and straightened out the marzipan sculptures; she spared a glance to her friend and smiled. Sango looked very alive and very happy. Kagome was thankful for this change, she had been so sad since her little brother Kohaku had succumbed to typhoid fever. Now, her Lady had a new chance at happiness.

Lovers need no reason
a chance need not one either

A week later Sango and Kagome were sitting daintily on a fine damask picnic cloth, both dressed in fine white summer dresses. They watched as the other Lords and Ladies engaged in croquet and badminton. Sango sipped her tea and scanned the area, finally spotting Miroku. He caught her eye and came over, Inuyasha trailing behind him.

"Ah, my fair Lady Sango, how are you this fine morn?"

"Quite well, My Lord." She said and extended a lace-gloved hand for him to "kiss" Inuyasha rolled his eyes and spotted Kagome.

"Lady Kagome, care to find better entertainment with me?" He held out a hand. At a slight nod from Sango, Kagome accepted him and allowed herself to be led away.

Waiting for the night of falling stars to cast my wish

The sun set in a myriad of burning colour which reflected off the faces of the party-goers. Soon they were immersed in darkness and lanterns were lit while maids carried out an evening meal.

"Look." Sango cried just as the dessert course was being served, her hand gestured up. Miroku looked and his face broke into a broad grin. The stars were falling.

These repeating words are the words of my prayer...

Thanks to the reviewers:

C.A.M.E.O.1 and Only: Heheh, thanks very much and I wanted Kagome and Inu to be happy as well!