A/N Good news! I decided to write a second chapter!
Bad news! It has nothing to do with Kagome or Sesshoumaru and does not relate to the "first chapter" at all, except that the title will go very well with this one, too. You see, here's another one-shot (NO second chapters or sequels)!
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I'll only borrow them, for awhile... Very short while...
More Confessions
"Houshi-sama, where's Inuyasha?"
"He saw one of the soul-snatchers."
"Ah, I see. So he's off trying to find Kikyo."
"Kagome-sama wouldn't be too happy if she knew."
"Yes, but Kagome left to her own world. It might take some time before she'll return."
"And no one can tell when Inuyasha will return."
The woman nodded.
"So that leaves just the two of us", Miroku grinned.
"Ha! Shippo is here too!"
"But he's asleep..."
"Don't you even dare to try – "
The slap gave out a nasty smacking sound and Miroku's head tilted back. His hand also disappeared very fast from where it had accidentally wandered.
Sango huffed in annoyance and got up. After staring daggers at the monk for a short while she turned and stomped away.
Miroku watched her go, silently cursing his over-eager hands. Sango truly was a beautiful woman, and her behind was very well formed indeed. But Miroku really wanted more than that. He honoured the demon-slayer, he admired her and cared for her – and he cared for her a lot.
But every time they might have got a promising moment, his hands seemed to get a mind of their own and wander on forbidden areas, not caring about consequences.
She had already suffered so much. She has already seen too much pain, too many bad and evil things. He wanted to protect her from the cruel side of the world. And yet he only seemed to bring her frustration and annoyance. He only seemed to upset her even more.
Miroku sighed.
Sango stopped as she reached the riverside and sat down. She leaned back and looked at the stars. They were so bright, so beautiful... But they didn't make her feel any better.
Why he had to be such a pervert? He was handsome, she did not deny that.. And he was nice to be around with, and he was a good friend too.. But in her mind, she did not want that. In her heart she did not wish him to be a good friend. She wanted more.
And obviously he was ready to give her the "more" – part too, assuming from the hands he could not keep for himself. But that was not exactly what she wanted, either. Though she had suffered a lot, though she was a demon-slayer and an excellent warrior, she still was a woman. She wanted romance. Sweet words, holding hands and soft tender kisses, without any demanding. She wanted just to be near him and feel safe, protected. She wanted to forget about Kohaku, about her sadness and rough experiences. She wanted to feel the time stop when he came near her, and be happy.
A rustling sound caught her attention and she straightened, alerted to every possible thing that could have caused that noise.
She only saw the monk.
"What you are here for?" she asked glaring him. She still was angry with him.
"I'm here to apologize."
"Huh?" amazement decorated her eyes as she heard his words.
Miroku kneeled down next to her. He gently took her hands in his own.
"I'm truly sorry for my earlier behaviour."
Sango blinked and she could feel a blush rising on her cheeks.
"Apology accepted", she mumbled, looking at the dark grass.
He smiled, and that sweet smile made her blush even more. And he did not let his grip of her hands fade.
For a while they sat there side to side, Miroku holding her hands, listening to the streaming little river, and admiring the stars shining above, without exchanging a word with one another.
"The stars remind me of you", he suddenly said on a quiet tone. "They are so beautiful and they shine so brightly."
Miroku turned to look at Sango and locked his eyes to hers.
"I really care for you."
Her blush deepened. His hand raised to rest on her chin.
Sango's eyes widened as she realised what he was going to do.
The kiss was careful and sweet. Sango's heart was beating faster than ever before in her life. He broke the kiss and then wrapped his arms around her, embracing her.
She closed her eyes. His soft breath tickled her ear.
"Sango, my love", he whispered gently, "would you bear my child?"
Sango's hand acted faster than her eyes and soon Miroku covered his burning cheek with his hand.
"Hentai!"
But her voice and slap weren't as sharp as they usually were. She was still blushing, her heart was beating fast, and he heard his voice by her ear over and over again.
Sango, my love...
A/N THE END!
Hope you liked it. Aww, they're so adorable together!