Maybe Someday: A Miroku/Sango Love Story

by Karina

 

A/N: This is going to be strictly Miroku/Sango. Not that I have anything against IY/Kagome, but they have too many fics out there. So I decided to try my hand with Miroku/Sango. After about chapter 2, Inuyasha, Kagome and Shippou are all but going to disappear from this fic.

*Disclaimer: * Feh. As if I could every author an incredibly popular manga, which has been running for seven years and counting, having two movies made of it besides an anime series, and has about 14-18% of the population of Japan reading/watching it.

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Miroku knew there was no other choice. He had to use his wind tunnel, his air rip, his black hole, the Kazaana in his right hand…by all names, it was one and the same. Glancing about, he saw Sango and Inuyasha, even Shippou, try to hold back the hordes of demons that were attacking them. Ripping off the rosary that closed the air rip, he braced his right hand with his left and raised it.

"Get out of the way, everyone!" he called, as demons were irresistibly sucked into Miroku’s hand.

Unfortunately, someone heard the call too late.

Sango stumbled into Kazaana’s field.

With a scream, she was sucked into Miroku’s hand.

"Sango!" he cried, closing his air rip and staring at it in disbelief. "Sango? Sango! SAAAANNNNGGGOOOOO!!"

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Miroku started awake.

He was leaning against a tree trunk, his staff cluthed in his left hand. Sweat was beading down his face.

Panting heavily, he checked his surroundings. There was Inuyasha, reclining in a tree branch. And Kagome and Shippou curled up in one of Kagome’s ‘sleeping-bags.’

His glance roved frantically around the camp until he spotted Sango’s intact form snuggled under simple blankets. Miroku sighed in relief.

A slight but chill breeze blew, cooling the sweat on Miroku’s face but also making him more awake. With a sigh, he took up his staff and sat down next the dying embers of the fire. Tossing a few rogue branches on it to make it warmer, Miroku looked across the group, thinking.

We’re a motley crew,’ he said to himself. ‘There’s Inuyasha, belonging neither here nor there… Kagome, dragged from one time to the next, always degraded and insecure… Sango, who has lost her family…." Miroku’s thoughts stopped there. At the mere thought of Sango, flashes of the dream flashed back into his head. He gripped his head and grunted in frustration.

Sango stirred. She turned over to see who was making the noise. Sitting up, she saw it was Miroku. He seemed deep in thought, his brows knitted together, the firelight playing shadows on his face, the flames highlighting the violet tint in his eyes. Losing herself for a moment in this vision of him, she almost forgot where she was and what she was doing. After that moment, though, she snapped into reality. Miroku chose that time to look up also and for a second, their eyes met. As soon as it happened, it was gone.

Miroku gave a weak smile and mouthed at her, across the fire, to go back to sleep. Sango nodded and fell back into slumber easily.

Miroku sighed. ‘I wish I could get back to sleep so easily,’ he thought. He held up his right hand and stared at it. Somehow, this was strangely familiar…but he wasn’t going to run to anyone for help this time.

‘It was just a dream,’ Miroku said in his mind. ‘Just a dream, just a dream…’ Taking it as his personal mantra, the monk too eventually fell into a restless sleep.

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Sango and Kagome finished their baths in the hot springs, drying themselves off with some fluffy towels from Kagome’s time. Dressing first, Sango stepped from the copse of trees in which the springs were located. Someone brushed by her. Sango turned and saw Miroku. He was holding something in his hands, his brows slightly knit as he gazed at it.

"Oh, Houshi-sama," breathed Sango, spotting what was in his hands. "I- It’s beautiful!" Miroku was cradling a lotus, a full-blossomed, richly pink lotus, drops of water still shimmering on its endless petals. It truly was beautiful.

"Thank you, Lady Sango," Miroku said seriously, continuing past her. "I intend to offer this to the Lord."

"Oh, I see," Sango said, a little disappointed. For a wild moment, she had actually thought that Miroku might have plucked the lotus for her…. The monk sidled past her with a mumbled ‘Excuse me.’ "Hentai!" Sango screeched, slapping Miroku across the face. The monk turned to her in disbelief and confusion.

"Excuse me, Lady Sango?" Miroku said. "I hadn’t touched you at all." Sango saw that the lotus was still firmly cupped in both his hands. She blushed a brilliant red.

"Oh, sorry," she muttered. "Force of habit…" Still blazing, Sango quickly left the monk’s vicinity.

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Miroku sat with his legs in the famed ‘Lotus Pose,’ the lotus itself having been offered as a small tribute to the Enlightened One. Concentrating fiercely, Miroku meditated, asking the Lord for help.

"Lord," Miroku started, after first chanting the opening prayers. "Please grant me your guidance in leading me to a course of action. I feel I know what I must do… and yet I am reluctant to do it. I am aware that I must not take pleasure in worldly goods, but I am human and my path is flawed. Please tell me what I must do."

Sinking deeper into his meditation, Miroku sat still for almost two hours before rising with a set face. He sought out Inuyasha.

"Inuyasha," the monk addressed the hanyou, glad to find him alone.

"Yeah? What?" Inuyasha replied, cocking one eye open at Miroku.

"Lend me Tetsusaiga."

Inuyasha sat up. "What kind of fool thing is that?" he demanded.

"I need to cut off my right hand." Miroku’s face betrayed no emotion, as if cutting off his own hand was as simple as taking a leaf from a tree. He met Inuyasha’s stare squarely.

"Why the hell would you do a damned fool thing like that?" the half-demon wanted to know. Miroku explained about his dream quickly.

"I can’t let that happen," he concluded. "I can’t let San- I mean, I can’t let anyone of you get sucked into my hand."

"Feh. It was just a dream, monk. Dreams don’t come true," Inuyasha replied, looking away.

"Listen, Inuyasha," Miroku whispered forcefully. "Every time I have a dream like that, it comes true. The first time was when- was when my father died. I saw him, Inuyasha, I saw him die in my dream! And that was when I was but a small child too! Had I told either my father or even Mushin, Father could still be alive. It’s happened other times too… and I can’t let this dream come true!"

"I’m not going to let you use Tetsusaiga to cut off your right hand," Inuyasha said, apparently not having paid attention to Miroku’s speech. "That’s final, you hear me monk?"

"Very well," Miroku said quietly. He strode into the village, where he found a kind fisherman who had a small hatchet with him. Thanking the fisherman profusely, Miroku took the hatchet and found a solitary place in the forest.

"Okay, here it goes," Miroku said to himself as he lay his hand down on a stump and raised the hatchet. His meditation had led him to the conclusion that it was just a hand, he had another. Worldly goods were nothing; the true path to nirvana lay in the spirit. He took aim and started swinging the hatchet downwards.

"Houshi!" someone yelled. She expertly stopped Miroku’s admittedly strong downward strike, twisting the hatchet away from him. "Houshi!" Sango repeated. "What in the seven hells do you think you’re doing?"

"Listen, Sango," Miroku said, getting slightly annoyed. "Last night, I dreamt that I opened my Kazaana…and you got sucked in. I can’t risk that happening."

Sango fell silent. She slowly released her grip on the monk’s wrist. ‘He would cut off his right hand…for me?’ she thought in disbelief. "Houshi-sama, that’s not going to happen."

He turned to her. "Can you say that with conviction?" hissed Miroku. "Can you really say that you won’t be sucked in before I am?"

"No," Sango admitted, but added quickly, "but I can’t let you cut off your right hand just because of some dream!" Sango searched for a good reason. "You’d have a harder time getting women if you were deficient in one hand."

"If I cut off my hand…" Miroku said slowly, gazing at the appendage "…there won’t be any need for an imperative first-born son."

"Houshi-sama…"

"Sango, if I really was missing one hand…" Miroku asked her, "would anyone bear my child?"

"…"

"Sango! Miroku! There you are!" a cheerful, slightly annoying female voice said. "What’re you doing? Inuyasha’s blowing his stack right now, he’s that mad. Now come on before he decides to kill someone!" Sango thanked the Fates for sending Kagome at the most opportune time. She caught up with Kagome and they started talking. Miroku was still behind them.

They had made it all the way to the camp without Miroku placing any hand on either of them.

It was the first thing Sango noticed.

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A/N: I know Sango doesn’t use ‘Houshi-sama’ as much as a title as a reminder of who he is. But oh well…she can’t say his name………yet. Please review, because obviously if you’re here, you’ve read.

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