"Who are you? Where's Lady Kagome and Inuyasha?" I didn't answer I just watched him watching me. His deep blue eyes no longer held the same warmth for me. They were blank. "Are you mute?" I blinked. He mumbled something I didn't catch and started to get up.
"No Houshi-Sama you're not well yet." I pushed him back down on the mat and a sly smile crossed his face.
"So you aren't a mute." I nodded. "Do you know Lady Kagome?" I nodded. "Where is she?" I couldn't answer. He remembers her but not me. I felt a strange feeling; jealousy? Hatred? For Kagome? "Hello," He waved his hand in front of my face.
"She's outside," I jerked my head in the direction of the entry way. "I'll go and get her." I stood slowly so I wouldn't fall. My mind was a storm. I couldn't see or hear anything there. I felt like a puppet.
I went as far as the Well before I broke down. I wrapped my arms around my abdomen and sank in the deep grass. I tried to keep my cries as quiet as possible. Every time I saw his face I felt a spasm of pain in my chest. It wasn't long before Inuyasha was there, kneeling over me.
"Sango," His voice was weak and hesitant. 'I'm sorry." He knew. Or maybe-because of my condition now-he thinks Miroku has died. Another devastating pain ripped through my body. No I've been gone long enough for them to have figured it out.
"Inu," I couldn't form his name. I couldn't move. I wanted him to take me to Kagome. I need her right now. "Inuyasha I can't move." He picked me up gently.
"Sango his memory is only lost to a point. He remembers everything that has happened to him up until you. He even remembers Kirara." Another pain and I wince. "No that's good," He felt it. "it means he will probably regain his memory if we try hard enough."
We were quiet after that. I didn't want to talk about how fate always seems to crash on me. How it takes Miroku down too. I didn't want to hear about memories. Or think about dreams and promises. Our dreams and promises. I shut my eyes and stopped thinking all together.
By the time we reached the village I was completely out of tears. My eyes were red and swollen. I was tired.
"Sango-Chan," Inuyasha set me down softly on the ground and Kagome wrapped her arms around me. "I've told him everything Sango-Chan." She took my face in her hands and looked me in eyes. "He's waiting to hear from you." She wiped a stray tear from my cheek and kissed my forehead. "He'll regain his memory Sango-Chan, I just know it."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me forward. "Go Sango-Chan," I walked mechanically toward the entrance to the hut. When I was in he looked at me with complete understanding and-surprisingly-love.
"So you're the pretty lady who is my fiancé."
Short. Yes, I know. And yes I understand that you have waited a long time for this. I promise Miroku and Sango will have a long and sweet talk in the third chapter. I just wrote this to let you all know I haven't forgotten Fanfiction or any of you. Or this story. I will finish this one first and then work on After Thirty Years.
Honestly I don't like this one…but I will love writing the next one! Sango and Miroku fluff! D
