Dislaimer We don't own Inuyasha. The story and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
One-Shot 2: The Wrong Questions
Pairing: Sango/Miroku
Today wasn't the best of days to start complaining.
With her head in her hands and dry tear stains marring her features Sango pondered many things, most important of all why he chose today of all days. 'Doesn't he remember?'
She could still hear his footsteps pacing outside the door, back and forth, back and forth, marking the ground and digging a hole as he went. Yes, he had chosen today, and today was the worst day of all days to bring up the question she dreaded hearing most.
"Why?"
'Please, don't ask. Don't ask anymore.'
"Why can't we have a child?"
What was she supposed to say?
"I'm sorry."
And so he paced, and so she cried, and so the tears stung bitterly at her eyes as the footsteps grew closer and farther away with each mark he left in the dirt. Pacing, pacing. What could she do?
'What can I do?'
Passions mounted that night, perhaps for the last time if all attempts they made were unsuccessful. What was the point? No child, no chance. She repeated the words to herself even as the cool fabric of her kimono slipped from her shoulders. Why, after everything she had suffered through, why?
"Sango," whispered he so gently she nearly missed it, and she trembled when his warm fingertips gently swept away her tears. "Happy anniversary," he said and she froze.
"You remember?"
"I love you," he chanted, the simple words almost enough to chase away her doubts, and she fell into the caress of warm hands and nips and kisses and wanted to lose herself there, never to return to the world where they had no child and Miroku asked why.
Not why, but when, silly girl.
'When?'
Without the tension, the unbridled hope and the fear, the haunting questions that chased her far into her dreams, Sango felt herself shatter and she let the pieces go.
And she seemed to awake so many months later to the curious eyes and his beaming smile, to all the right questions that she didn't cringe whenever they were asked.
"When?" they inquired.
Didn't I tell you? Silly girl. When, not why.
"Soon," she relented, and Miroku's smile widened as his arms circled her waist, enclosed her in that cage of warmth she wouldn't dare escape.
"I love you," he said.
'Who are you?' she questioned.
Silly girl. Again, you're asking the wrong questions. It is not who, but where.
'Where?'
Her back ached fiercely, and indeed the question was where.
"Where will our child be born?"
Author's Notes I know it's a bit strange. (Well that's an understatement.) But I drew Miroku x Sango and I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go with it. This just kind of happened.