Finally the last chapter. HOWEVER THERE IS AN EPILOGUE!!! SO PLEASE CHECK BACK IF NOT POSTED YET!!! I really enjoyed this fic from the start. I believe it has a lot of emotion that is not portrayed enough in Inuyasha. Please read and review!!

I felt as if I were to fall asleep in his arms from exhaustion. I could feel his breath fan over my face and slightly brush my bangs from my forehead. It was soothing and cooled my slick skin on contact. Even the warmest summer air seemed cool to me at that time. I rested my head against his heated chest, inhaling in his intoxicating scent. I could feel my body groan from pleasure and relax. My breathing shortly steadied and I tired.

It was wonderful to be in his arms and at rest. This peace seemed so surreal. He cooed in my ear murmuring words in the form of a lullaby. His voice seemed calm and reassuring and I hummed to the beat along with him.

It didn't take long, however, before I faded. I realized that this peace would end eventually. We, Miroku and I, would probably never be as close as now. Tomorrow would be another day in which Naraku was sought after. I would become Miroku's fighting companion once again and nothing more. I was going to become that lonely, shy girl again.

I could feel myself begin to shake then, not so much of fear of becoming strange and foreign, but in fear of loosing Miroku. If only Naraku was far from Miroku's thoughts and cares. If only Miroku wasn't cursed with such an annoyance. And if only I was cruel enough to give up Kohaku to him, then maybe things would be different. I looked up at Miroku and smiled, hoping that in the least, he wouldn't forget me.

I turned over and felt myself start to drift away. My eyelids hung heavily over my sullen eyes. It was getting more difficult to keep then erect. I closed them after fighting for a moment and exhaled as my world went black. I had thought I could simply rest my eyes, but all else failed. I tried to fight the sleep; just long enough to relish Miroku's soothing words.

"I love you."

I could feel precipitation reach my eyes, as I gently kissed her cheek. I quickly brushed the moisture away and swept her bangs from her face in adoration. Her breathing grew slow and rhythmic after a few moments. I watched her chest gently rise and fall and her lips part with each passing breath. It didn't take long before she drifted into unconsciousness. She murmured something then in her sleep before nuzzling into my chest.

I smiled and touched her soft cheek lightly, so not to wake her. She was so beautiful and I was unworthy of her care for me. It seemed she would do anything for me; anything. The thought scared me for a moment as I scrutinized the word. Would Sango die for me?

I could feel a sting of pain shoot through my tired body again and winced glancing down at her. Beads of sweat crossed across my forehead. The pain shot again this time, more excruciating than the last. I gritted my teeth to force away and throbbing groan so not to wake her. I then grasped my hand with the other and stroked it soothingly. The pound wouldn't subside.

This is the end…Sango

I lightly placed Sango on the opposite side of the futon, carefully enough so not to wake her and slipped out the door, without even a word of goodbye. As I walked through the doorway, I took one final look at her.

She was simply breathtaking in the moonlight. Her chestnut hair was scattered across the futon and her bangs stuck slightly to her slick forehead. Her lips were parted somewhat and opened time and again to take in a small breathes. Her legs were curled into her chest to keep herself warm, I supposed.

I ripped my gaze away from her after a few moments, before walking out the door. I didn't say a word.

This is goodbye…

It was hardest task I would ever have to do, to leave Sango, the one woman I had loved with all of my heart. As I made my way through the tall grass toward the woods, I wanted so badly to turn back and to see her one last time. I continued my lone journey without goodbyes for her, however. I merely shrugged and shook my head, throwing my bangs to the side. I wanted to see her with all my heart, just for a second.

But I was afraid. I didn't want her to follow me in death. I feared it most, for her to die. I couldn't wake her and send her to her death.

The pain had grown substantially as I walked across the field. I staggered across the tall lawn and gripped my hand miserably.

I made it to a small clearing in the woods and rested looking down at my cursed hand. I growled, feeling the sting become stronger. It didn't dissipate and when my hand flexed, it revealed the wind tunnel.

Sango, don't follow me…

I walked onward to an even smaller clearing and sat there, deciding this would be a sufficient area for my demise. My hand flexed and I shoved it into the tall grass instinctively, trying to squelch the pain from my palm. It didn't talk long before my tunnel engulfed the grass beneath it.

I can't explain the feelings I had then. I was scared, yes, but not as much as I had imagined. I had accepted it, I suppose, more than I believed I ever would. Naraku had won for now. Inuyasha and the others would take care of him, however. I closed my eyes awaiting my fate, the pain had subsided and now it just felt like a small sting. The abyss grew wider and moved up my arm. I could feel the small sting moving toward my elbow.

I began reminiscing on my life, as many people, from what I believe, do in the time of death. I thought about the few precious years I spent with my father and mother and I smiled remembering Haichi and my foster father. I closed my eyes, recalling my journeys in search of Naraku with Inuyasha, Shippo, Kagome, and…Sango…

I, of course, remembered Sango the most fondly. I remembered all the times she would drag me away from a pack of women or how she would slap me if I did something perverse. I remembered sharing an umbrella with her, if only for an instant.

I don't want to hurt you…

I loved her more than anything.

This is for you…

I almost felt completely at peace, until I heard a small voice murmur my name.

Don't follow me…

I woke up a couple minutes later shivering in the small room. When I sat up, searching for blankets, I instantly noticed that Miroku was gone. I could feel myself begin to shake from despair. My surreal peace had ended. I clenched my fists and shook my head bitterly.

I could feel my eyes begin to leak precipitate and I gritted my teeth so not to mutter depressing words as I usually did when I cried.

How could he leave me? Had he not said he loved me? The questions raced through my head, as I stood up from the futon. Was I just another girl? I looked out across the field and gasped, seeing a small, lavender robed figure making his way toward the woods.

"Miroku?" My voice questioned, as I brought my digits to my lips in shock.

My body reacted on its own then. I wrapped myself in a small robe and felt myself run out the door and through the field, stealthily. My body ached to be with his, to be held and loved by him. When I came closer, I noticed his hands and felt my heart sink.

The wind tunnel, of course; Miroku's wind tunnel was acting up. I could distinctly see the tunnel through the flexes of Miroku's hand. He growled in agitation, whist staggering to a clearing.

All I can recall from this experience is the confusion I felt towards the situation. I hadn't the slightest idea how to fix this. I wanted to save him and for him to stay here with me. But there was nothing I could do to help him here and he didn't want me here with him.

He doesn't need me…

I followed, closely behind him, however, my body reacting instinctively. Before I could watch his movements, he was already pacing to another clearing. He was panting now, and biting his lip in shear pain. I glanced down at his arm, noticing the void was approaching his elbow.

He found another clearing quickly after leaving the other one. I hid myself in a brush and watched, tears filling my eyes from confusion, despair, and fear. I had no greater desire than to help him right there, but I couldn't.

He sat there, his eyes closed and his head bowing in a praying manner. He had shoved his arm into the ground, peculiarly. I figured to stop the pain. He looked so peaceful and rested there. I felt myself gasp, noticing the tunnel move closer, up his arm, nearly engulfing his limb.

Wind started to pick up then. Leaves and branches of nearby trees flew toward him and into the small void. My hair flailed about monotonously, along with my robe.

I began to shake with uncertainty. I loved him, yes, without a question I did. I just didn't understand how to react. I wanted to help him more than anything, but despair hit me with the conclusion that there wasn't any remedy for this problem. Miroku was going to die.

Something snapped in me then, as I came to that horrid conclusion. I would be alone. Again I would be alone, without family or without Miroku.

I felt my body groan in protest as I stood in the brush. He didn't notice me; he had been too absorbed in his thoughts, typical Miroku.

I stood there for a couple moments, my eyes never straying from his form. I felt myself lunge into the clearing, instinctively. I had made up my mind.

"Miroku.." I shouted, repeatedly, my voice trembling with fear.

Don't leave me…

She had come for me. I shook my head fearfully, as she threw herself into my arms. I wanted her to live, to be free, and especially to not see me this way.

I felt so distraught seeing her, and yet my spirits were lifted. I loved her more than anything and this was the chance to bid her a proper farewell.

"Sango." I murmured, trying to sound as angry as possible. "You came.."

She shuttered into my chest, sobbing slightly. I shook my head and smiled warmly, wincing slightly from the pain from my kazanna.

I couldn't seem to find the right words to say at that moment. I wanted to tell her my predicament, but I felt the words slip from my tongue and drift into the air.

"I have to go.." I murmured, trying to sound as collected as possible. We didn't have much time.

She looked up at me then, her mahogany eyes glazed over in precipitate. Her form was slightly shaking and her hands were clenched into small balls on my robe. I could feel slight precipitate reach my eyes from looking at her. I shook my head, avoiding the despair in her eyes, and lifted my good hand to dip her chin.

Sango…

I relished his arms around my frame as I sat in the clearing with him. I was going with him. That had been what I decided. I felt my frame shake beneath his arms as he muttered something unrelated to the topic.

I wanted to be with him forever and if this was the way, I was going to take it. We would travel together to heaven or hell, whichever Miroku was going to, I would follow.

I don't know why I was crying, however, my mind was resolved. I couldn't explain what emotion had engulfed me that the moment. One could say it was fear, but I wasn't sure. Maybe death did scare me, a little.

I stuttered from his robes as he muttered words of leaving. I couldn't help but feel somewhat at ease in his arms, even in this situation.

Don't leave me…

I raised my head to look at him then. I wanted to watch his face as we tumbled together into the abyss. I wanted to see his comforting eyes stare back into mine, as he did hours ago.

He tilted his head to the side, his lavender eyes scanning mine, momentarily. They seemed to be glazed over with moisture. He agilely grasped my chin and pulled me into a kiss.

It was light and soft, as our first kiss. He tilted his head slightly to deepen the kiss. I felt myself close my eyes and kiss back, wondering when he was going to flick his nimble tongue into my cavern, taking me completely with him. I melted into his mouth, the heavy winds, swirling around us became a faded memory. Just when I was becoming impatient, he pulled away and stared into my eyes. I whimpered slightly from the loss of contact. He didn't seem to notice, however.

I stared back at him, never blinking and wanting more.

"Sango…don't die because of me." He shakily stated, his stoic gaze never leaving my own. "I didn't want that."

I felt my insides shutter as the words fell from his lips. I didn't want to loose him.

"I want you to live." He growled, grasping his limb quickly.

"LIVE!!" He shouted, louder than before; his voice had transformed into a low growl.

I jolted away for a second at the rash sound of Miroku's strained voice. He looked up at me for moment and winced, his eyes closing tightly. I sat there, confused and torn in half. I wanted to listen to him, but I wanted nothing more than to be with him.

The current of the wind began to grow violent as he finished the last of the words. I knew then that this was the end. I looked at him, blinking a few moments. He shook his head tearing his eyes from my own in devastation. My obsession, my love, my fascination with Miroku was indeed lethal and it would kill both of us tonight.

"I am afraid to take her with me… Do not follow me, Sango…"

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