Part Three

Headache

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There were times when all they could do was follow rumors about strange happenings going on in certain areas, usually the demons or humans in question would be in possession of a jewel, or at least have a clue to one, or Naraku's location.

But today was one of those days where they had no leads, no rumors to follow. When days like that appeared, it left the feeling of confusion in the air. It was as if they were literally wondering around in circles.

Sango gazed towards Hachi; sometimes she wondered how he felt when Miroku would randomly call him to give them rides.

Did he feel used?

Her gaze wondered to the man in question his concentration was in whatever Hachi was saying. They seemed like good friends, maybe she was just the only one he decided to do wrong…she sighed softly and brought her knees to her chest as the images of the other night flooded her mind.

She felt so alone, which was ridiculous since she had all of her friends were around her.

Right?

"Hey Sango…" Kagome sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her friend's shoulder.

"Hey…" the taijiya couldn't help but find it humorous that her friend had arrived just in time.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, I don't know why I've been getting these headaches…"

The miko shrugged and looked ahead; it was already getting dark so Hachi would be dropping them off in another village for the night. She needed to ask how Miroku earned so much money since their last stop.

"Maybe it's something you're thinking about…" she responded without thinking.

Sango pondered this for a moment, thus far they have been through a lot of the same things with the boys in their group, but it would all end when the shikon jewel was put together and Naraku destroyed. "Has InuYasha ever given you any health issues…"

"Eyh…" Kagome blushed and looked back to the sleeping hanyu, then sighed when she saw he hadn't stirred from his sleep. "How about this Sango, since our guys are so ditsy, let's use code name so we can have some privacy."

"Code names?"

"Yes! Since we're always around them, talking is kinda difficult, so let's make some names that will represent them. For instance…I'll call InuYasha…umm Hanzo!" she exclaimed in a fierce whisper. She had to admit she was proud of her self; the name came from a manga that she finished a while ago.

"I see…" Sango whispered also, "Then I'll pick Shouta."

"That's a nice name." Kagome commented.

"Thanks." The hunter blushed, "I want to name my first daughter that."

"Wow, that would be cute for a girl."

"Thank you!"

"But back to the question, he's given me plenty of headaches and stomachaches."

"Good, so I'm not weird then."

Kagome giggled softly, then leaned against Sango, "Sadly no, but don't worry, we'll get over them."

Sango looked over to her friend in surprise, "Are you serious Kagome?"

But the young girl just winked, "We're strong women, we're too good to be hung up on them." She held out her hands as she stood, and Sango took them, looking around as they landed.

"Come on, we have a lot of things to do if we want to give Shippo a good birthday."

Sango nodded and slid down Hachi's side.

"Wow, it's so warm." Sango giggled as she moved her hands around in the water. She left early with the purpose gathering a few things for the meal tonight.

No one was all to worried since Shippo had managed disappear somewhere, he always did when a meadow was near by, so no one ever complained after they got used to it.

"Ouch…" she said after pricking her finger, it was only bleeding a little, so she just sucked on it to stop the blood.

--Earlier that morning--

It had felt like one of those days where nothing could get you down, even if you were forced into bitter reality.

Sango stretched vibrantly after she walked out of the hut that contained the village bath. The area was well known for their hot springs and was told that she would find a nice variety in the rocky areas of the forest. She smiled as she made her way towards the gate, only to see that Miroku was standing by the way.

Sango sighed inwardly and felt the familiar ache in her chest as she made her way past him.

But fate would not let her heal easy; he called for her when he saw that she wouldn't look his way, earning an all too familiar smile.

It wasn't returned, but obliged when he asked if he could join her in the forest for a short while. The walk was silent; Sango's mind wondered some place far while Miroku seemed to be thinking of something to say.

Obviously Sango was mad, and not the mad that he would have preferred, the mad that made you wonder what she was going to do.

He sneaked a peek towards her direction and saw from her expression that she wasn't even really walking beside him.

So he suddenly stopped, Sango didn't even notice until she was a few paces ahead, but still didn't turn to face him even after she did the same.

"Sango…" he began, "I made a mistake."

"I know what happened between us…was, very important to you, and there are no words that can express my self or my actions. I also know you over heard my uh…help…the other week. But I just wanted to tell you tha-"

"What do you want me to say Miroku?"

It was the monk's time to be quite, and when Sango turned around, he was shocked to see that her warm chocolate eyes were as hard and as cold as stone.

He shuddered, "Now isn't the time to be discussing this, our only priority is defeating Naraku and restoring the jewel." She sighed and turned back around, "How could I have responded to that anyway…?"

"Sango…" he took a step forward, "I understand and I-"

"Miroku, it's over. So just let it be." And with that she walked off, leaving her former lover standing behind her, his arm raised out as if to reach and grab her.

"Hm." He switched the staff to his normal hand, he hadn't been thinking clearly.

His fear that the curse would consume him before they reached Naraku had made him do things to push Sango away, terrible things.

When he learned that Sango ran out that night, he knew that it was because of him. He hadn't even gone all the way, when the young girl begged for him to continue, all he could see was Sango, and instantly he felt… dirty.

He refused to believe it was too late, when they defeated Naraku, he would be sure to win her back again.

--End.--

Things had been going good for her these last few weeks. She had to admit, she was completely hung up after Miroku did that to her, but with the Kagome's help, she was able to get over it very smoothly.

There were still times when she felt lonely, and Kagome was still going with her things with InuYasha so she couldn't help all the time, during those times, Sango would wonder into the forest by her self and…

"Hey, what are you up to now?" asked a deep voice.

Sango smiled softly, her hands still swarming around in the water, "I was just thinking about you."

"Really?" Bankotsu moved to sit beside her after setting Banryu aside, "I hope it was good…" he looked into the water and began to roll up his sleeves, "Fish huh? I heard it was the little tyke's birthday, can I come?"

"Ack!" he shielded his face from the sudden onslaught of water, and began to splash back, laughing with Sango.

When they calmed down, he looked back into the stream, "We scared the food away…"

"They'll be back soon." Sango added and leaned her head against Bankotsu's shoulder, her knee pulled up while her bare foot waded in the water.

"Thank you…"

"Hmm?" he answered after leaning back on his arms, his chin a top her head. This felt so nice, never had he held a woman and not been in bed with them. This girl…who was found sleeping in the rain. He couldn't move to fast with this one, and he really tried not too.

When he was revived again, and had his fortune told, he was shocked to find that this girl was the woman that was meant to be his. That he would have to go through death twice to her to her.

His hand itched, wanting desperately to wrap it around her shoulders, to bring her closer to him. When she leaned in closer he did just that.

"These last few weeks would have been very hard for me if you hadn't been there."

"I'll be there when you need someone to hold you; I'll be there when you have to cry. I can't stand for him to hurt you anymore!"

He had said that to her before, and was true to her word. It was almost every day that they saw one another, "You've become a very special friend to me." She continued.

"Friend?" his eyebrows rose on that word. "I had hoped to be more than a friend by now."

Sango moved back from her, her left arm gripping her right shoulder as she looked away, "I can't."

"Sango, I know you've been through something." He grabbed her shoulder, "Look at me." He whispered and looked into her brown eyes, "Look at me and tell me that I'm lying when I say that I love you." He demanded.

But she couldn't, Miroku never asked her to do such a thing, but when she looked into his eyes she was so sure that the monk loved her.

How could she tell?

Bankotsu calmed down when he saw that tears were forming; instead, he pulled her into an embrace, holding the crown of her head. "I know we both have our obligations, but I promise you, no I swear upon my very soul that after you complete your journey, I'll make you my bride."

She wanted to believe him, to believe in what he said, but how could she ever hope to deal with something like that. She looked into his blue eyes, and saw that he was pleading with her. She had to ask her self if she ever saw such a thing in Miroku's eyes.

No, because she never truly searched, and she didn't need to now.

However the man who held her, saw her inner turmoil, and gave in, "Please Sango, just think about it." He pulled away and stood up, and much to Sango's relief, he rolled up his sleeves and began to scope out the salmon which had returned, with the same goofy smile on her face.

She sighed softly; the headache was returning, and the same voice repeating the same words in her head. "He left you."

Well the next part is the finale.

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