Good morning all of my darling invisible friends! I have decided that I am going to write a short chapter before I leave to run my errands for the day. I will also be writing another chapter later tonight that will bring us fully up to speed with the old version of this story. Now for those of you who haven't read the old version yet, or would like to re-read it, please do so soon. I will be deleting the old unfinished story most likely tomorrow evening. Anyways please enjoy the short chappie.
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Chapter 5: Her Decision
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Miroku stood stunned in the forest, Sango just having run off on him yet again. He absently rubbed his aching cheek as her words reverberated through his head. Had she really remembered saying those words before? Or had they simply slipped from her subconscious? He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and chased after her retreating form.
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Sango dashed head long towards the hut. She ignored the man chasing her and calling out her name. She ignored the confused glances of the villagers she raced by as she finally burst into the hut.
Kagome's head whipped up as Sango dashed in. Tears poured down the girl's face, her features screwed up in what could only be described as confusion. She dropped the arrow she had been working on and rose to meet her friend. Walking quickly to Sango's side she wrapped the poor shaking girl in her arms and shushed quietly. Smoothing her hands down her sister's back, trying to calm her.
Sango's shoulders shook as she let herself cry into Kagome's shirt, tears soaking the fabric. She didn't know what to do anymore. It hurt every time she even tried to think of Miroku, and from the looks of it she was hurting the poor man as well. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she figure it all out? Her head was aching as she searched for her answers.
Kagome continued to rub the girl's back as her heart breaking sobs quieted. Before she could say anything, Sango pulled away.
"I'm sorry. I just need to rest for a bit." She said in a quiet almost broken voice. Moving away from the soothing presence of her dear friend, Sango crawled into her sleeping bag. She closed her eyes and ignored the world around her as she sank into her own thoughts.
She was not only hurting herself with these stupid questions, but she was worrying her friends as well. That fact was clear from the way they quietly gathered their things and left her to her thoughts. She cried silently into her pillow as images she couldn't quite remember danced in her over tired mind.
She needed to clear her head. Maybe it would be best if she were to leave. Not only would it give her time to sort out these odd visions and memories, but it would probably be a relief to her friends. She didn't want to hurt them, but every time she cried or worried about something, they noticed and they began to worry as well. Not to mention, that if she left she would no longer see Miroku and he would no longer cloud her mind.
With that thought an ache filled her chest. Even thinking about leaving was painful, but as time went on she was sure the pain would lessen and disappear. Either that or maybe she would remember everything and she could come back.
That's what she would do then. In the morning she would wake before the others and leave. She needed to be away, needed to be alone in order to sort out her mind. With her mind finally made up, she drifted into a deep sleep.
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Miroku had raced into the village after Sango, apologizing to a man as he bumped past him. As the hut came into view he saw Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippou sitting across the road. He walked slowly up to them and dropped down beside Shippou.
"Miroku are you ok? Sango looks really sad and you do too." The boy stated as he turned towards the monk. Miroku looked down at him and forced a small smile.
"We'll be alright Shippou. Don't worry your little head." He smiled as he rubbed the boy's hair. Shippou just nodded before returning to his drawing.
Kagome and Inuyasha stared at their dear friend. Obviously things were still wrong and they were worried that maybe things wouldn't work themselves out. Inuyasha's hand absently sought out Kagome's and he squeezed it reassuringly.
After a while they all decided to head back in for the night. Sango's sleeping bag had been pulled to the right side of the entrance and her even breaths ruffled the stray strands hanging in front of her face. As the rest of the gang set up their beds, Miroku kneeled down beside his love. God he loved her. His chest ached as he smiled down at her sleeping form. He gently brushed the strands of hair in her face behind her ear and sighed before getting up. Quietly, as not to disturb his now sleeping comrades, he set up his own sleeping bag and drifted off into a restless slumber.
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The sun had barely risen in the sky when Sango's eyes fluttered open. Sitting up she took a deep breath and let it slowly out in a big sigh. Kirara stood up and stretched beside her, rubbing her soft fur along Sango's arm. Her gaze rested on the sleeping figure of the man who clouded and confused her mind. With another big sigh, she pushed herself up and went about silently collecting her things.
As she finally slung Hiraikotsu onto her back, she turned to take one last look at her friends. This was for the best. She couldn't stay any longer without hurting them anymore then she already had. Her heart broke as she took in the sight of Miroku sleeping quietly in the corner.
Wiping away the tear that had traveled down her cheek, she signalled to Kirara that it was time to go. The neko demon jumped silently onto Sango's shoulder and nuzzled her cheek affectionately as the pair left the hut.
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Ok done. Thanks my dear invisies for reading this short chapter. I shall post again in a few. Please leave more invisible reviews. Thankies! =^.^=