1I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR ITS CHARACTERS

Chapter 6- A Taijina and a Monk of Mystery

Walking back from the stream with enough fish for the entire village Sango and Miroku breathed heavily. They had exhausted so much energy simply to impale a few fish for dinner. They had not said one word to one another the entire time. Kirara mewed through the silence hoping to enhance the foul mood that seemed to take over her companions but to no avail. Sango found herself deep in thought wondering about her brother Kohaku, her family and everything she had come to lose over the years. She sighed and thanked Kami for at least giving her Kagome, Inuyasha, Shippou, of course Kirara. She guessed she could be grateful for the monk as well. She then suddenly found herself thinking if her family would have approved of the man she had fallen for. I think father would have loved his strength and will to protect others. I think Kohaku, admires his never give up attitude and fun spirit. If only that one patch of black could be removed from the monk...that lecherous side of him that lunged him at any female regardless of age or anything else discriminatory. She had to give it to him, the monk truly saw no flaws and loved every woman he ever set eyes on except... for her. What made her so different...less desirable than the other women he courted? Maybe if she threw herself at him the monk would want her then she thought with and angry expression on her face.

Ahhh, sighed Miroku. His head was still pounding from the connection of Sango's hand and his face. What had he done to get her this angry. Surely, she had hit him before but she knocked him unconscious this time. Where did she draw such power from, he wondered. Her tight and obviously worked out body was great to look at and he especially admired her firm behind, but something else enticed the monk about the taijina. She had outward strength. No doubt as hiraikotsu was so damn heavy. But something about her will and inner strength drew him to her and made him want to become one with her. She had been through so much with Kohaku and the other slayers at her village yet she kept on battling and showing no weakness to her opponents. She was a formidable foe as he recalled his battle with her over the possessed wall scroll when she attacked him and nearly claimed his life. He then remembered the talk they had shortly after at the rivers edge where he asked her if they were to defeat Naraku and his curse were lifted if she would settle down with him. He then remembered the aftermath of their battle with Naraku and his stolen kiss from her as they realized his wind tunnel was gone. She had still slapped him and he was confused and disappointed by her actions. She never got over the fact that Kohaku was never seen again and she shied away from everyone including him. He did not have the heart to ask her to keep her commitment to him when she was still haunted by the disappearance of her brother.

He heard Sango sigh and wanted so very badly to hold his woman and console her but alas time was cruel and so was fate. As they reached the village Kaede looked as if she would kill Inuyasha and Shippou as they yelled at one another about why Kagome returned home and who should go and get her. Not in the mood for the argument and not very hungry Sango left the food with Kaede and walked towards the field. She sat hiraikotsu behind her and leaned against it watching the sun begin to set. Miroku not wanting to leave Sango alone as night approached made his way towards the field after her. He did not know what he would say or what he could do to ease her pain but he would be there for her regardless. Sango watched as Miroku approached noting he still held his hand as if the wid tunnel still existed. She wondered why he still kept his hand covered and figured it was purely routine for him as he had the curse from birth. She also wondered if he missed it and was unsure if he felt whole without it. She smirked as she recalled th trick Naraku had played on them when they thought they defeated him and he drew the wind tunnel on his had with ink. She snickered at the memory and let a smile grace her face.

Noticing the change in her expression Miroku looked at Sango and waited for her approval for him to sit next to her. She shook her head in acknowledgment of his arrival and he sat next to her. After a few minutes of silence he placed his hands around her waist and pulled her head down to his chest. He wanted her to feel safe and at ease. It worked as her body went from stiff and rigid to soft and pliable against him. He felt her body warm and smiled as he held the only woman he wanted mind and soul.

Sango was in shock at first by the monks actions and froze her body to his touch but quickly eased herself into his hold unsure of why he had come but happy he was there. They sat in silence under the stars each thinking about the other. Sango was happy to have the monk at her side but confused as to why he had not held her to her promise. She remembered clearly their talk at the river bank. He asked her to become his woman and bear his children. She agreed and upon defeating Naraku it was as if it never happened. Maybe he only asked her out of fear assuming he would not live to break the curse and therefore never have to commit to her. Sango was fuming now at the deceit that had befallen her on behalf of the monk and how he had tricked her. If her was not interested in her he should have never asked. Sensing the tension coming from Sango Miroku turned to face her. Her disposition was no longer pleasant and she looked as if she could kill him by simply blinking her eyes. Taking a chance Miroku asked Sango what was troubling her. Surprised at his boldness Sango asked Miroku if he was in the habit of leading people on or lying. Miroku took the offensive and removed his arms from around Sango. She felt the cool air replace the warm his arms had provided her with and the Monk told her he knew of no such indiscretions on his part. He could not understand where she was coming from with this and did not like being called a liar. Tears began to stream down Sango's face as frustration set in and she yelled, you promised me Monk, you asked me to be the one and then you acted as if it never happened! Stay away from me, yelled Sango as she ran away. I don't need your pity Miroku she yelled as she ran back towards the village.

What was she talking about Miroku asked himself. What had he done to upset her like this? He wanted to chase her but something told him to leave her alone. Sad and defeated Mirolu walked slowly back towards the village knowing something was wrong and he did not know how to fix it. The more he tried the further away she slipped. Perhaps he had misread her and she did not think he would make it out of their battle with Naraku alive. She had never wanted to settle down with the monk and tired of his presence. What could he do to win her affections?

As Sango neared the village she wished her best friend and sister were there to confide in but as she neared the hut she could still hear Shippou chastising Inuyasha for making Kagome run home and demanding he go and get her. Alas, she was not he only one suffering at the hands of the male species. I wonder what Kagome is doing she thought to herself as she walked past Inuyasha and Shippou over to the wall. She laid down ready for sleep. If she couldn't have the monk in real life her dreams were the next best thing.

As Sango laid waiting for her dream sequence where she and the monk would undoubtedly find themselves engulfed in passion she noted not much was happening. She squeezed her eyes tightly and impatiently waited for her mind to create the affair she secretly craved. While Sango tossed and turned in frustration on the floor Miroku found himself drawn to the taijinas rolling body. Even in sleep she was feisty as ever. A creature so beautiful and well...perfect and he could not even tell her. How dare he hold back and not tell her as she rightly deserved to hear and know how truly awestruck he was by her. She was strong, determined, beautiful and dangerous thought them monk staring down at her body. He wanted to ease her silent suffering as she tossed around on the ground. No mistaking it she was definitely having a nightmare about kohaku and the loss of her father and family. He reached out and placed his hand on her forehead and brushed her bangs back. She's not sweating and does not have a fever he thought to himself. As soothing as he hoped his stroking of her temple would be for Sango Miroku suddenly found himself calm and at peace as he continued his gesturing. She did not wake up and he did not want to disturb her but he could not help but move closer to the sleeping woman in front of him. Unknown to Miroku at the time Sango was not asleep.

Sango tried hard to keep her eyes shut as she did not want the monk to find out she was awake. She enjoyed him caressing her face and was shocked he had not reached for her butt yet. But she wanted so desperately to look upon his face and see what he looked like while stroking her. Was he looking at her with want, lust or admiration? She had to know. As she slowly lifted a few of her eyelashes to peek at the monk she gasped and shot up from the floor upon making full eye contact with the monk. Why was he so close to her minutes from her face and why could she not feel his warm breath upon her? Aaaaaaaaaaaah Monk what are you doing you lecherous bastard she shrieked? Miroku was stunned and unsure of what to say and or what to do. She had been asleep right he thought to himself. Because had she woken sooner she surely would have noticed his movements before hand and stopped him immediately. Sango I can explain began Miroku,. I was merely trying to ascertain your state of mind. You see you were violently tossing and turning and I became concerned you may have a fever so I was checking...you know, but before Miroku could finish a bright green Sango stood before him looking bewildered and confused. Had he known what was going on? Did he see her frustration within as she struggled to bring her dreams of ecstacy with the monk to fruition. She could never face him again if he knew. Just play it cool Sango thought to herself but before she knew it she felt her face burning up and turning a strange color. She found her feet carried her directly in front of the monk and she leaned into him as he blabbered on with some concocted explanation and she wanted him to just shut up. So she kissed him. The monk shocked at Sango's brash movement an actions he did not give entrance to Sango. He pulled back and pinched himslef as well as Sango deeply upsetting and baffling the demon slayer. I see mused Miroku, I am merely in a dream state or trance. I must have dosed off while watching Sango rest and here I am with my beloved Sango. However I wish to take my dream else where before returning to and continuing my fantasy. Sango's mouth stood wide open as she listened to the monk talk to himself and state he would come back to his fantasy of her later. Emotion and inner turmoil boiled out of Sango as she collapsed in a fit of tears. I do not wish to see this said Miroku still believing he was dreaming. Even in his dreams things did not seem to work out between the two. Miroku walked out of the hut thinking he was wondering around in a dream and before walking out of the hut bent down to a sobbing Sango and lifted her chin and kissed her softly on the outside of her lips. Sango was paralyzed not knowing whether she was dreaming or losing her mind. Do not cry Sango my love for all shall be as it should be soon enough. He captured her lips again as she gasped at his words as he searched her mouth with is tongue as if he would die if he did not touch every crevice in between her moist lips. With that he stared at her with a look of longing and walked out of the hut. Sango curled up into a ball continuing to cry out of anger, frustration and want.

As Miroku exited the hut he smirked to himself noting that he had a picture perfect memory as everything that would be before if his eyes were open was displayed clearly in front of him. Even Inuyasha. Inuyasha he thought. Ghastly, he yelled out. I have never once dreamed of Inuyasha he thought to himself. Great I made Sango cry and now I have to deal with this half wit as well in my dreams? I need to focus on having better dreams. You bastard yelled a very conscious and awakened Inuyasha. What the hell is wrong with you Miroku? You look dazed and have th nerve to toss insults at me! What the hell did you do to Sango and why is she crying. Hah, laughed Miroku. Inuyasha you have no say in this world created of my mind. I shall let you know once and for all how I feel about you. I value you as a friend Inuyasha and would not hesitate to give my life for you but so help me Kami you are arrogant, self righteous, pig headed, stubborn, lacking in common sense and restraint and are a two timer to one of the sweetest people I have come to meet and you dare ask me why Sango is crying. Inuyasha never at a loss for words could not think of anything to say at the moment. He was in shock of the revelation he heard form the monk and although pleased at the initial comments he was unsure he liked what followed. He was certainly none of what the monk had listed. To think I saved your sorry ass so many timed from the grips of death and for what so you could go on womanizing a day longer! Miroku frowned at Inuyasha words and slammed his staff on Inuyasha head. You vile creature the only woman I lust for is Sango and I do not wish you give your life for mine as the only person I want to die for most in Sango. I feel deeply for her as I have no other woman in my life and there are countless women whom shall remain nameless that I can think of. She is a goddess and I am fulfilled just being in her presence if nothing more can be so shut up an take your foul mouth and attitude elsewhere or be a man and admit to Kagome that you are enamored with her and stop making her cry before you cast stones at me dog boy! Yes it is so, chimed the monk I like it when Kagome calls you that and although I would never tell you this to your face in my dreams I will do as I please. Good day said the monk as he walked off, Inuyasha stood mouth open not knowing whether to ask the monk what the hell he was talking about or just beat about him with tetsusaiga.

Sango heard the monk arguing with Inuyasha and stood at the door of the hut listening to the monk talk of his want and need for her. She knew she had to be dreaming and did not want her dream to end. Odd that Inuyasha would be in her dream, she would have to fix that he was annoying enough in reality but hearing Miroku speak of her quickly melted everything else away. Inuyasha now looked behind him and saw Sango. Finally he thought the voice of reason. Sango would explain what was wrong with the monk. Why can't I make him disappear she thought out loud. Ahh, Inuyasha go away you are ruining my dream belted Sango. Not you too Sango he yelled at her. Disappear? Huh, you want me gone fine but screw you and that damned monk your both crazy and I don't want to deal with either of you, ya crazy wench yelled Inuyasha as he made his way to the well. He would rather argue with Kagome than put up with any more of this insanity. Odd, thought Sango again but either way she had gotten rid of the half demon. Now to pursue the monk she thought, This dream was not erotic yet she thought but it certainly was entertaining and she rather liked the idea of sneaking around after the monk.

As Miroku made his way to the river where he and Sango had their awkward occurrence earlier he heard Shippo's voice. Great what is Shippo doing in my dream. Can I not have peace and space to think even in my dreams? As the monk approached the kitsune he heard him asking Kami when he would find love. Great, the kitsune was doing no better then he was. Alright said the monk to Shippo off with you already. I need time to myself. Whats wrong with you Miroku asked a confused Shippo and why do you want me to leave? I was here first anyways. Huh, sighed Miroku I guess I shall have to do to you what I did to Inuyasha. Suddenly confused and nervous Shippo moved away from Miroku. He looked off to the kitsune and he was unsure whether the monk had fallen under a spell and done something to Inuyasha and the others. Wh-what did you do to Inuyasha stammered Shippo. Sensing Shippos weird demeanor Miroku simply stated I told him he was a bafoon or something to hat extent as well as selfish, arrogant and many other things now Shippo I tire of these games. Shippo was mortified. He knew Inuyasha would have killed the monk for such brazen assumptions about his person and the monk would either be dead or wounded. Shippo yelled out weeping mushrooms attack and threw mushrooms at Miroku who could not believe Shippo was attacking him in his dream. As Miroku angrily reached out to grab the kit and teach him a lesson Shippo tranformed and pu;lled the monk into the ice cold river. Aaaah yelled Miroku as he faltered into the freezing stream. His body burned and his vision became crystal clear. I t was obvious he was awake now but how did he arrive at the river and why was Shippo transformed just like in his dream. No it couldn't be thought Miroku. I was awake this entire time meaning I truly kissed Sango, berated Inuyasha to his face and proclaimed my love for Sango to him yelled the monk turning blue from the water temperature and purple from embarrassment. Shippo transformed back and tried to pry Miroku out of the river. You thought you were sleeping! And I thought Inuyasha was simple said the kit.

Now running through the woods Sango heard Miroku scream and was unsure what had happened. She arrived to see a terrified Miroku in the river and jumped in to aid Shippo in pulling him out. Why has my dream done this to you thought Sango out loud. Miroku and Shippo looked at one another puzzled. Oh Miroku, sighed Sango if I put you in such danger in my dreams then I suppose it is I who must save you. Now Miroku and Shippo were both pinching themselves and one another. Satisfied they weren't dreaming they looked at Sango. Oh, Shippo she stated annoyed, why are you here be gone and go find Inuyasha. Honestly my dreams are to much like reality maybe I need a break from everyone she thought. Before Shippo could say anything Miroku looked at him and told him to go so they would not further hurt Sango when she realized she was not dreaming. Shippo angrily marched off and swore to never become crazy when he reached adulthood. Being a teen is hard enough he muttered to himself as he walked back towards the village.

Sango dropped down to Miroku and thrusted her arms around him. You are so cold she whispered you must be freezing. What would make you jump in th river anyways she asked. Sango I must tell you something Miroku said with a serious face scared an anxious not to hurt or embarrass her. But before he could continue Sango pushed him down and straddled his body. I deeply feel for you too Miroku, I heard you speak to Inuyasha and let you stroke my face as I laid on the floor. I only wish this were real she said as she kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth through his teeth. Miroku knew he had to stop her and would have had she not been so forcefull and tasted so sweet and... did she JUST SAY SHE CARED FOR HIM?...DEEPLY? Miroku grabbed Sangos arms and sat up with her still on his lap shocked. My dear Sango I have to tell you something but you can't get mad at me. Sango we are not dreaming and this is real. I thought I was dreaming at first and realized that I was not. I See what appears to have happened is somehow you are under the impression that this is a dream but I most assure you it is not. Sango felt her throat tighten and she couldn't breathe. She felt air leaving her body and was gasping for air. Miroku, called to Sango as he saw her facial expression change and her features hardened as if struggling. Her quickly caught her lips and blew breath into her only to feel a hard slap across his face. Sango jumped up and held her lips. No, no noooo she cried out. This is not happening this did not happen and I AM DREAMING. No you are mistaken said Miroku a little angry and hurt. Yes it is she belted because the real Miroku is a no good womanizer who would never stroke my face but would jump at the chance to stroke my ass and he would never speak such caring words of me. Surely they are thoughts I conjured up in my dream for you to say. Now angered by her characterization of him Miroku got mad and shoved Sango into the frosty river. There my dear Sango is the harsh reality. You ARE awake and I would help you out of the river but seeing as I would only retrieve your ass I thin k I will let your brood and get yourself out of the river the monk said. Walking away form the woman he desperately needed Miroku was sad he let his anger get the best of him and was sure he had hurt Sango just now but he was also aware she obviously did not trust herself to care for him the same way in return and he could not bear to face her now...maybe never.

Sango brewed in the water in a fit of rage and anguish. What had she done and where was he going. Surely he would come back for her if he truly wanted her. She would wait for him to come and get her and if he walked off into the distance without turning around them he did not feel for her but if he did she would go to him and make her feelings official. She shivered as he disappeared from her sight. He did not care for her and her body temperature quickly cooled and hardened her heart as she let her body temperature crash in the icy water.