Heart of Tensaiga
Is He Serious?
Sango watch his arms held in a surrendered position and slightly smiled. His hands, even when in plain view, were hardly anything close to safe. "Do not worry about me. I have had a few things on my mind lately…nothing that you need to worry about." She moved closer to the edge of town in hopes of gaining a little privacy.
Miroku followed quietly with his hands tucked into his robes, the tell-tale jingling of his staff not heard as he left it within the inn so the others would not awaken. He caught up to her a little ways outside of the town and watched her sit in a small field of short grass, brown eyes twinkling with the light of the stars. Of all the things I wish, seeing her beauty like this every night is one of them. Mentally shaking his head, he sat next to demon slayer companion and waited for her to make the first move.
"Why?" she barely whispered.
Miroku was confused, "Why what my dearest Sango?"
She turned abruptly towards him, brandishing a fist in his direction, "Why do you do that?" She had gone from quiet whisper to shouting. "Why do you go around being lecherous to all those other women and then come here and call me dearest? You even ask them, like you've asked me, to bear your children!"
"Sango I," he started but was interrupted.
"Are you serious about us at all?" she spoke with tears almost falling down.