This is my first Miroku/Sango fic that I have actually thought about finishing, namely 'cause it has a plot! So please be nice and read it, I promise it will be good, really!

Apologies for the OOCness of Miroku and Sango...I tried my best but failed miserably...

If I copied anyone's work please forgive me! 'Cause I really, really didn't mean too!

I don't own either Sango or Miroku (but I want to own him so very badly) or any other recognizable character you read about in here. Rumiko Takahashi does...

When Tomorrow Starts Without You

By: ShenYue

E-mail: [email protected]

Chapter one: Moonlit Confessions

Dark, chocolate eyes watched the young priest as he walked put of the small hut and mingled with the tiny crowd, disappearing after only a few minutes.

"You'd think he would give up after a while." Sango sighed, listening to the last jingling notes of the golden shakujou fade into the small bustle of the township. "Chasing women..." delicate yet battle hardened hands folded around her knees, "it's a disgrace..."

"What, Sango-chan?" Before turning around Kagome handed Shippo a large cherry lollipop upon which he was now furiously gnawing. "I wasn't listening."

"That houshi, he's off looking for some poor woman to bear his child again." Meanwhile Inuyasha was spinning his empty rice bowl around one claw and watching as it flew deftly into the air with a quick flick of his wrist, whirling in tight circles while his golden eyes closed halfway lazily.

"Why don't you just go follow him?" Carefully the taiji-ya sought out her words finally settling on indignant silence at the hanyou's blunt suggestion. Silently she rose and slipped past the mat stealing away as noiselessly as the priest.

The leaves sifted quietly when the long black kimono swished by them as the breeze does when it first wakes the day. Night was just now falling and the small lights of the village dotted the hill as each step carried him farther and farther away into the peace of the fields. Soon he would stop, under a small tree maybe, to stare at the skies and wonder without the hassle of his companions of whom he wished wouldn't act so close to him. Sighing he threw his violet gaze to the heavens, taking another weary step, they would only get hurt by his fate.

Stars speckled the deep blue twilight now, bathing the path in silver light, and he decided it was time he stopped. He was far enough now to not be disturbed by anyone passing late through the gates. Gingerly he sat in the grass, supple stems bending under his weight, and leaned back against the rough bark of an old tree. Now the fields were stained with moonlight and he stared down at his hands, the right one in particular, dappled in the shade of the leaves, not noticing the figure that seemed to coalesce from the shadows.

"Houshi-sama?" The priest jumped as the softly spoken words cut through the quiet night like a sword through the air. "What are you doing out here?" Miroku chuckled quietly.

"Being alone..." he paused, choosing not to finish that particular sentence lest he hurt Sango's feelings, "thinking..."

"I, I'm sorry, houshi-sama, I should go." Sango said hurriedly, turning to leave, blush rising in her face. How wrong could she have gotten? A gloved hand caught her wrist and gingerly pulled her back.

"Stay, you must want some quiet time once in a while." In the dim light she barely caught his smile. "I promise I won't try anything." He continued quickly, knowing what was flashing through her mind. But Sango wasn't thinking about that, all she knew at that moment was the warmth of his fingers twined delicately, yet firmly about her small wrist, how they seemed so smooth yet so rough at the same time.

Almost instantly she quelled her thoughts, now she was acting like him!

"All right." She sat beside him pulling her knees up and knew at once what he was doing in seeking his solace. It was so peaceful here, just sitting beside him and listening to the rhythmic sighs as they both breathed, how the moonlight seemed to make everything look surreally beautiful as it glinted and winked in the shadows. Not even the air moved as the pair sat thinking their respective thoughts. "Houshi-sama?"

"Hmm?" Miroku did not look her way.

"I feel I must apologize." Still he stared at the fields painted in the glow of the night.

"For?" She hugged herself closer.

"For not trusting you enough to go out on your own..." again he chuckled, softer this time.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me." Sighing he leaned back further and brushed his face with one wide sleeve. That she wondered about, if the shine on his face was just from the moonlight.

"Not that it's my concern, houshi-sama, but what exactly are you thinking about?" His face turned away from her and Sango heard what she thought sounded like a strangled sob. Was he crying? "Houshi-sama? Are you all right?"

"Yes," he turned to face her and for the first time Sango knew she didn't know him as well as she had thought. Unbelievable anguish pooled in the violet depths masking the lecherous gleam that she now began to wonder was true or not. Even more now she felt ashamed for intruding on his personal time. "I was just thinking about how I shall miss you, and the others, deeply when I am gone from this world." A smile tugged at his lips but faltered as he turned his head away again and this time Sango was sure she saw a shining tear drip onto his purple kesa, pale grey in the moonlight.

"Don't talk like that, we'll defeat Naraku before..." she left it hanging and touched him gently on the shoulder jumping when he twitched, another sob renting the air. Soon she felt tears welling up in her own eyes and she began to sniff, trying to hold them unsuccessfully back.

"Sango..." Miroku turned back around moisture still glistening on his cheeks. "I, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you-"

"Stop apologizing, it's my fault I'm here." Disgustedly she wiped the tears away, rubbing her hands on her kimono. "I'm the one who disturbed you." She gasped as he felt his strong arms pull her closer and he buried his face in her shoulder, not hiding his sadness this time.

"I'm glad you are here...Sango..." he broke off again, trembling yet trying to stop, but the taiji-ya could feel his tears soaking through her cloths and for once his hands stayed behind her back. She embraced him in return feeling for once the sorrow he felt every day and suddenly she smiled, happy that she could be the one to be with him. Slowly she rocked him, as she would a small child, whispering gentle words until his breathing began to slow and his hold loosened.

"I'm glad I'm here too..."

How was that for a first chapter? Please E-mail me if you liked it and think I should continue!