Chapter Sixteen: Kisses on the Neck of Bestfriends
"Miroku where are we going now?" Sango asked.
"Just keep walking," He said holding her hand.
"But I can't see," Sango nervously said.
"That was the point of the blindfold," Miroku laughed.
"I just don't want you to do anything crazy."
"You trust me don't you?"
"...Yes, I trust you."
"Alright then, don't worry. We're almost there."
Miroku continued holding onto her hand and glanced over at her occasionally. She had a calm look on her face but she also showed excitement. It was already dark as he led her through some grassy fields. Miroku had to admit, Sango had wanted something he never would have expected but he wanted to do it for her anyway. He was given a more gentle side of Sango that he hadn't known was there. She was softer and more romantic than he had anticipated.
Finally the two were guided by a path out of the forest and up ahead was a large hill. Over it though, lights beamed and the soft beat of music was heard. Sango squeezed his hand nervously. When she felt herself walking up something steep, she again tightened her grip on his hand. When they stood at the top, Miroku stopped. Further down on the side of the hill they hadn't crossed, was a lake. Te lake was frozen over with ice and ready to be skated on. A small stage was set up with a jazz band playing. Tables for two were spread out near the stage with candles and flowers in vases. Above, the sky was clear and millions of stars shined brightly. Of course, Sango hadn't wished for all of this. She simply wanted to be graced with beautiful music somewhere wonderful where couples showed their love by embracing each other, dancing, and enjoying each other's company.
Miroku took Sango down the hill carefully so that shou wouldn't fall. When they came to the bottom, Miroku took off the blindfold. Sango felt the breath escape past her lips as she gazed out at everything. Other couples were ice skating, sitting at the tables listening to the music, or dancing. Sango turned to Miroku and pulled her arms around his neck into a loving hug. How could he do all this? He must have searched long and hard to find such an event.
"Miroku thank you so much for taking me here," Sango said.
"Merry Christmas Sango," Miroku said.
Sango smiled and nodded. She went to one of the tables and sat down close enough to feel the vibration of the music. Miroku also sat down and sighed pleasantly. Sango's eyes were fixated on the jazz band as she endulged herself in the mysterious beat and rhythm. Miroku watched her and smiled. He didn't think he had ever seen her this happy before. Miroku looked up at the stars and gazed at them peacefully. When his eyes returned back to Sango, she was admiring the couples that danced slowly. Miroku stood up and went to Sango's side with his hand held out. Sango stared at it for a second and then looked at Miroku who had a warm smile painted across his face. She accepted his invitation and took her hand. She placed her arms around his neck and he put his hands on her waist. Sango easily lost herself in the moment and rested her head againsts his shoulder. Sango was also able to go in step with the music very easily. Miroku noticed and laughed to himself.
"What's so funny?" Sango whispered.
"Nothing. Where did you learn to dance so well?"
"Its not that hard," Sango replied.
"I know, you just do it so eliguently."
"Yeah right," Sango laughed.
"No really, you do," Miroku insisted.
"Alright, if you think so."
Miroku smiled and didn't say anymore. Sango hadn't thought that she was so great in any way. He was giving her more credit than she deserved. Still, Sango liked the attention he gave her. He made her feel like she was important. She never felt wrong in his presence. She never thought that she was unworthy. Miroku always made it a point to compliment her on something as much as he could. He enjoyed doing it too. He loved everything about Sango. The way she played with her hair, the way she smiled, the way she put on her make-up. The way she was so adorably shy that she never tried too hard to make the first move. Miroku always had to be the one to step up. He didn't mind at all. Sango was the first girl that he had really felt connected to. She didn't like him just for his looks. It was everything that counted. Girl's at school always acted differently. Miroku's interest and patience had always been thin with them. They would follow him to the library or to class saying how Sango was nothing but bad new. They had gone through her record and told him of all her faults. What would that change though?
Minutes later the song had ended and the band went on a break. Sango moved away from Miroku and sat down at the table again. She glanced around curiously at what else was around. Miroku brought her a mug of hot cocoa and sat across from her. Sango silently drunk up the warm cocoa and stared at the stars. Miroku was staring at something beautiful too, and it wasn't in the sky.