Sango stared at her feet as she walked. She couldn't believe she had done that! And now….She placed her hands on the small bump on her stomach. How could she have gotten herself pregnant?! She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Miroku. He hadn't said a word when she had told Taka and the rest of the group. Maybe he was over her…. Then again he probably thought she was some kind of slut or something. But he had been seeming a little on the gloomy side recently.

As she thought Miroku walked with his head low, contemplating the situation. He couldn't believe this shit. He thought Sango loved him! How could he have been so stupid?! Of course she didn't! She had Taka, always had, always will. Unless…

Miroku shook his head and chuckled at his thoughts. As much as he wanted to yank the bastard's intestines out of his ass and strangle him with them, he couldn't do that to Sango. For some reason, she loved him, and he had to accept and respect that. He sighed, smiling as he imagined Taka's demise. How wonderful it would be if he just "happened" to die…Oh well. It was out of the question.

"M-Miroku…?" Sango asked nervously. She wanted to talk about this at least. He deserved an explanation.

Miroku sighed. "What Sango?"

"C-can I t-talk to you?"

He sighed again, deeper to show his aggravation. "Go ahead."

She shuffled her feet, staring at her sandals. "In private…?"

Wiping around, he snatched her wrist in his hand and pulled her aside into a growth of bushes. Stomping a few feet away, he finally stopped in a small field. He stood before her, tall and proud. Folding his arms across his chest, she shivered at the glare he gave her. His eyes were sparkling with intimidation and hatred, and his posture proved that he wasn't in the mod to mess around. She had never seen him so angry.

"What Sango?" He spat coldly.

Sango looked away, fumbling for words. Of course she had been so smooth as too think of something to say on the way here. Brilliant.

"I uh…"

Miroku arched a brow.

"Well?"

"Um…" She began to panic. What could she say? How could she apologize? Should she have to apologize? It was her decision wasn't it? She had every right to go on a romantic frenzy with Taka and get pregnant. Right in front of Miroku's eyes. …right? She sighed and sweat dropped. It sounded so much worse all put together.

Miroku grunted, "If you have nothing to say, then please refrain yourself from dragging me out into the middle of nowhere. You never know what your fiance might think." He turned away, bringing his arms down to his sides. He began to walk away when he felt a tug on his sleeve. Contemplating on whether or not to stop or to keep going, he heard Sango sniffle behind him. His feet stopped moving. Clenching his hands into fists, he cursed himself.

"No," Sango whispered, clutching his kimono sleeve in her hands. Her knuckles turned white with the strain, "Don't leave."

Miroku sighed heavily again. He faced her, his eyes now soft. His expression was sad and lost, and it made Sango's heart cry for him. What had she done? He looked so…depressed without her. It was pathetic.

Miroku realized he was going to have to start this conversation.

"Why did you choose Taka?"

Sango tensed up. "I-I didn't think you were serious about me. The way you flirt constantly with other women and lie and…you know by this point. I don't have to explain."

Miroku was taken aback by her words. "How could you think that? When's the last time you've seen me flirt with another woman? It's been over a half a year now! I haven't stolen from or conned anyone for the same amount of time. I did all this to prove my love and morals for you! Does that mean nothing!?"

Sango stared at the grass now.

An awkward silence drifted between then with the wind, sending chills down both of their spines.

"So Sango. When are you and Taka leaving for China?" Miroku started again.

Sango sneezed, wiping her nose with her hand. "I don't know."

Miroku cringed, then grimaced. He was too kind. He took the purple robe off his kimono and draped it over her shoulders. She looked up at him with wide, brown, eyes. Why would he…? After all this?

"Keep your baby warm," Miroku spoke kindly, kissing her on the cheek. Sango blushed lightly, holding the purple fabric to her.

Miroku couldn't help it. He knew it was wrong to love an engaged woman, but technically they were still engaged weren't they? And even though she was carrying another man's child, he still wanted her to be happy. To be safe. To be loved. Even if it had to be by someone else. All he could do was stand by and support from the sides, and love her from afar.

"Sango?! Where are you?!"

Sango looked up. Why would Kagome need her so late at night? Taka had gone off to find a vendor who would lend them a boat, and InuYasha was sleeping in a branch somewhere. "What is it Kagome!?"

It took her a moment to find the two, but she soon appeared out of the trees. She ran up to Sango, breathless.

"Taka found a boat. He already packed. He wants you to leave. Now."

Sango's heart accelerated. "Now!? But why so soon!?"

Kagome shrugged, catching her breath finally. "He's really anxious."

"I guess so…" Sango admitted. She began to think about the new life she would have in China, but Miroku interrupted her thoughts;

"I'll walk you."

Sango closed her eyes in defeat. She was hoping maybe, just maybe, he would cling on to her desperately, and beg her to stay. But instead, he wanted her gone as soon as possible, offering to walk her to her transport. She felt tears well behind her lids. He really didn't love her after all. How could she have been so stupid?!

The three walked to the cold, windy docks in silence. Sango and Miroku each thought about their own personal problems, and Kagome worried about their relationship. She had always hoped that they would get together, and when they finally did, Taka had to show up. Now it was heading for disaster…

Taka ran to Sango and wrapped his arms around her waist. He swung her around in a circle, hoisting her into the air. She couldn't help but smile and giggle, feeling giddy like a little kid. Taka kissed her forehead, smiling lovingly at her. The two stared into each other's eyes, sharing a secret bond that only those in love could share.

"Come my love, let's go," he said, placing her down into the boat gently. He climbed in after her.

Sango nodded and kept her eyes on the wooden floor of the boat.

"Bye Sango! We're really going to miss you! Come back and visit!" Kagome shouted over the waves, waving her arms wildly. InuYasha shouted his good byes with Kagome as Taka used the wooden oars to cast off. Sango looked up for just one moment, wanting to see Miroku's reaction.

But he wasn't there.

She felt the water return to her eyes, this time, falling as tears.

Of course he wouldn't be there.

He didn't love her.

The boat shifted with unknown weight, startling both Taka and Sango.

Slosh. Splash. Splat.

Miroku clamored up into the boat. His robe was soaked with sea water, clinging to his body. He was on his knees, as small puddle pooling beneath him. He sat on his feet, kneeling before them. His wet, jet black hair stuck to his face and neck, free from it's holder. He closed his eyes and smiled warmly, causing Sango to smile widely in return.

He came.

"What are you doing here monk!?" Taka yelled, his voice having a low growl to it. Sango noticed, but was too preoccupied by Miroku's answer to pay it much heed.

"I'm not going to just sit here while you haul the love of my life away to another country. I love her too much. I'm sorry Taka, but it seems that you're going to have to continue this competition for a while longer," Miroku stated, staring at Sango. "Is that ok with you my dear?"

Sango nodded fast. She couldn't have been more happier!

Taka threw his head back and laughed. Hard and long. A malevolent, spine-chilling laugh that caused both Miroku and Sango's breaths to catch in their throats.

"You've got to be kidding me," he growled, his voice sounding nostalgic.

Taka snapped his head to look at them, his one green eyes glowing red. The red was rimmed with blue, and his eyelashes grew slightly longer. His sandy-tan brown hair molded black and grew wavy and long, to his lower back. His clothes shed off to reveal a kimono covered in a structure of bone that served as armor. A red eye blinked in the center of his stomach, looking straight at Sango and Miroku. He had transformed into their arch-enemy.

"Naraku," the two sneered, glaring at the opponent before them.

Naraku chuckled evilly and smiled at them, rising slightly above the limp skin-coat he had been wearing all this time. "Actually I was Taka up to a minute ago. That is his real skin at least." This only caused him to break out into more hysterics.

Sango gulped as she looked at the remainder of her former lover. All this time Naraku had been hiding in his corpse?! She turned her attention to Naraku, who was now floating in a barrier above them. She clutched the Hirakotsu's strap, ready to attack.

"Why would you do something like this?!" Miroku yelled, furious. Another one of his love's friends had been killed by this bastard, and he wasn't getting away with it.

"Why?" Naraku sneered, snickering. "Because I can, monk."

Miroku growled under his breath.

Sango threw her weapon at the form above her, anger coursing through her veins. Naraku didn't even flinch as it grazed by his head. It flew up above him into the black cloud covered sky. Lighting flashed behind him, illuminating the dark sea. Hirakotsu soared down into the ocean a few feet away, out of Sango's reach. She cried out. Shit!

Miroku grasped the cool metal of his staff in his fist, bringing it up to Naraku's barrier. He screamed a battle cry, but was instantly knocked away by one of Naraku's disgusting tentacles. Miroku crashed into the steadily rising waves below the boat, and rose a few minutes later, spitting water. Sango looked between Naraku and Miroku. This was bad.

"Fools!" Naraku smiled like a maniac, his eyes widening. "You're in the ocean! I have the advantage here! But, instead of killing you, I'd rather strand you out here without food or water." He smashed his own bone into the boat, using it as a weapon. The boat exploded in a bang of wood and nails, flying out in all directions. Sango screamed as she was thrown into the water hard, pummeled by wood on her way down. Miroku snatched her wrist, pulling her unconscious form up to the surface. He struggled to hold her up while he swam, desperate to keep her alive.

Naraku laughed as he finished his list, "Not only is there no nutrition, but no salvation!" With that, he disappeared into a funnel of the dark grey clouds, into the storm.

Miroku began to panic. The waves were only getting wilder, and rain was on it's way. A storm was upon them, and Sango was unconscious. Miroku swam up to a remaining plank and rested Sango's limp form on it.

Miroku felt warmth touch his leg in the icy water. He reached down and swabbed it with his finger.

Blood.

Sango was bleeding! But from where?! Miroku inspected her thoroughly, searching her for gashes. He hoisted her to lay on the board, her whole body out of the water.

That's when he saw it.

Sango was bleeding from her womanhood.

She was miscarrying.

Miroku gasped. What could he do?! Sango groaned in her state, sweat running down her neck, beading on her forehead. Miroku wiped it away as a rain drop hit his palm. Great. This was the last thing he needed.

They were stranded God knew where, with nothing to eat or drink. Sango was unconscious and miscarrying. And there was a storm.

Rain began to beat steadily onto the water, creating a drumming, pounding sound. Miroku threw his head back and let the rain splash on his face, soaking him even further to the bone.

"Please God!" He cried, "Help us!"

Sango opened her eyes slowly and barley managed to whisper,

"Help us. Save us. Please…my baby…."

Surprising twist much? Now you really have to review!! Please!!