A Series of Serious Oneshots and Poems Chapter 31: 8th World Wonder, an inuyasha fanfic

A/N: AU. Sango/ Miroku. Songfic.

Disclaimer: Don't own 8th World Wonder by Kimberly Locke; don't own InuYasha, by Rumiko Takahashi.

8th World Wonder

A bright flash of lightning, followed only seconds after by a crash of thunder, woke Sango from her slumber. She glanced at her alarm clock, five minutes to six, she would be rising soon anyway.

She rose from bed, stretching as she yawned. She headed to the kitchen, in her small, not quite furnished apartment. She switched the coffee pot on and stood, looking out of the window about the sink.

The sky was black with thunder clouds, punctuated only by the white lightning that came every moment or so. Looking out the window made her shiver, and think of how warm she was in his arms.

Then a thought came to her. When she was held by him, kissed by him, touched by him. It was wonderful, amazing, and great; it was the best feeling in the world. She wanted to be with him forever.

Woke up early this morning, made my coffee like I always do.
Then it hit me from nowhere, everything I feel about me and you.
The way you kiss me crazy, baby you're so amazing.

The rain pounded hard against the outer walls of the building, and Sango loved listening to it. It seemed to reflect her feelings, she felt as if she were drowning. She could drown in the amount of rain that had been splattered across the city this week, for seven straight days, storms, storms, and more storms.

Odd that someone in love would find this perfect weather. But Sango did. She loved the sound of the wind and the sight of the rain, and the show of the lightning, and the force of the thunder. A storm was something beautiful and powerful all at once, and that's what Sango's love was. Beautiful, and powerful.

He had to be the greatest guy in the world. He had his faults, sure, but who didn't? He was also the sweetest most caring, and loving guy she knew apart from her late younger brother Kohaku. He was perfect.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.

Moving back across the counter, Sango poured herself a steaming cup of coffee and smiled happily. She knew she was too far sunk to ever go back again. Miroku was her life. She loved him.

It was a feeling she had never experienced in this way before. Sure, she had love both her parents and her brother. But she had never loved another man like this. It was almost impossible, no, scratch that, it was impossible to explain the depth of this feeling.

Sure, she had her doubts. He could be like the last guy she dated, and cheat on her. He could be a mass murderer for all she knew. But when she was in his arms, or kissing him, those doubts vanished into thin air.

I guess that I'm just falling deeper into something I've never known.
But the way that I'm feeling, makes me realize that it can't be wrong.
You're love's like a summer rain, washing my doubts away.

Sango finished her cup of coffee, and put it in the sink, than she walked down the hall to her washroom. She shut the door, slipped of her night clothes, and turned on the shower. Stepping into it, she sighed in relief.

The water beat down on her, just like the rain outside. It was fantastic. The dreary weather didn't even begin to dampen her day. In fact, she found the storm exhilarating. Shampooing and washing herself quickly, she stepped out of the shower, turned the water off and wrapped herself in a fluffy, clean, white towel.

After the shower, she felt even better than when she had woken up. Another smile graced her lips and she spun around, learning to love the feeling she had discovered. She was underneath the fierce flow of currents in the sea of love.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.

She stepped out of the washroom, and walked to her room, dressing quickly. She was stopping to meet with him before work today, and she had to look perfect. Only a week, and three dates, but Sango knew he was the one.

It's only been a week, but it's coming over me.
It's making me believe that you're the one for me.

She dressed casually, and put her karate outfit in a bag, pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, and brushed some simple make-up onto her face. Then, she headed out the door. Sango walked the short walk down to the café at the end of her street.

It was a beautiful little place, and once she spotted him at a booth she hurried over. Her coffee was waiting, and as she said hello and took her first sip, her thoughts slipped back to earlier that morning.

With hair as dark as the night, and his eyes a deep purple, there was no denying that Miroku was good, very good looking. She leaned over and kissed him. She wouldn't tell him just yet. She would wait. But still.

She had the man of her dreams, her eighth world wonder. Hers. He was her. She kept repeating that to herself over and over again. She could hardly dare to believe it was real. So, she leaned in for another kiss… just to make sure.

Seven days and seven nights of thunder,
The waters rising and I'm slipping under.
I think I fell in love with the 8th world wonder.

A/N: That turned out way longer than I thought. 844 words without the notes and the song. All well, hope you like it! And I have over 100 reviews! Yay! –cheers- right. Now. Read and Review!