Whispered Wishes

Dis: I'm Irish not Japanese therefore I have no claim to Inu-Yasha and co.

A/n: Another little one-shot. This time dedicated to Miroku and Sango.

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The sun was setting over Feudal Japan; everyone had retreated to the safety of their houses in case a demon decided it was dinner time. Almost everyone that is. The demon slayer known as Sango had not returned to the inn. She was outside, completely alone with only her hiraikotsu for protection.

She had spent the day exterminating demon after demon along with the help of her friends. If that was all that happened though, she would have been back at the inn enjoying dinner.

No it was Miroku who had made her angry once again. Last week she and Miroku had kisses, a chaste little kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. Then, after the exterminating was done, she spotted him with his arms around the chief's daughter, leading her to a secluded area.

That was when she had left. She had asked Kirara to stay behind to keep an eye on things as she gathered her hiraikotsu and left.

Now she lifted the boomerang and, in a fit of frustration, hurled it out across the field she was sitting in. She raised an arm lazily to catch it upon its return. She caught and lowered the weapon with a sigh.

She couldn't help but wonder she saw in Miroku, the monk with the cursed kazanna. He was everything a monk shouldn't be after all, a real skirt chaser, a lecher, a thief, a liar, and a fraud. So what did she see in him?

Sango looked up to the night sky. Stars twinkled in and out of existence. Then one fell, a shooting star. She closed her eyes tightly as she prepared to make a wish. "I wish… I wish Miroku would stop going off with other women." It was a moment of weakness in Sango's eyes but as long as no one was around to hear then what did it matter?

"Lady Sango!"

She was on her feet quickly, hiraikotsu raised to strike.

"Sango no! It's me, Miroku." The monk came into view. He looked the same as always, the same black hair and purple eyes, the same robes, the same staff, so why did he look so much more attractive then usual?

"Miroku, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that." She set the weapon on the ground and sat next to it, her back to Miroku.

"I didn't mean to startle you; I was just worried when you didn't show up for dinner." Miroku explained as he sat next to her, his eyes slowly appraising her anger.

"Well you've found me. You can go tell the others I'm safe." Sango said dryly as she kept her eyes on the stars.

Miroku could sense her anger, an anger he knew was entirely his fault. He shifted slowly onto his knees. He pressed his lips to Sango's cheek before rising to his feet.

"Sango." He said quietly as he looked back towards the village. "Wishes do come true. Even whispered wishes." And with that he left.

Sango's cheeks flushed red as she turned to watch Miroku walk towards the village. "Miroku!" She called as she scrambled to her feet, hiraikotsu forgotten, she rushed to catch up with the wandering monk.

"Sango?" Miroku asked as he turned to face her, violet eyes wide with curiosity.

Sango stopped directly in front of him, pausing for a moment to get her words straight. Somehow words seemed inappropriate though. She grabbed a fistful of robes and pulled Miroku close and kissed him firmly.

After a long minute she pulled away. "No more going of with village girls." She said firmly, though her eyes danced with delight.

Miroku wrapped his arms around her tightly. "No more slapping me." He replied with a grin. Before she could respond he was kissing her and Sango knew this was the beginning of a very long night.

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Right so, R&R and I shall love you. More than I love fluffy stories! And that's saying something!

Cira