InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Captive ❯ Chapter 14

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*Captive*

Chapter Fourteen

*Sango's POV*

I wondered around the island for who knows how long. How could Miroku treat me so? From the time we've been here he's been all over me and now he practically runs away every time I get close. And he claims that I'm pushing him away?? What will I do now? Miroku knows I have feelings for him. I guess the ball is in his court now. It was getting dark by the time I finally headed back to the house. When I got there Miroku was sitting on the porch waiting for me. I wonder how long he'd been waiting. I said nothing intending to breeze past him as if he wasn't there but he reached out and grabbed hold of my arm. "I need to talk to you Sango," he said.

"Tough luck," I answered. "I don't feel like talking to you right now."

"Please, Sango. Let me explain my behavior. I beg you,"

He seemed sincere so I sat down on the steps not quite to near to him. "Well," I said after a moment of silence. "Explain."

"Sango you must believe me," he started. "My feelings for you have in no way lessened in the time we've been on this island. If anything they've grown," he said with a chuckle.

"Then why, when I have given you every chance, haven't you tried anything?" I asked. I was desperately hoping what he was saying was true.

"Because I had decided to give you time to heal and recover from your ordeal at Inuyasha's. I thought you were unaware of what you were doing to me and that the gods were testing my resolve. I had no idea your feelings for me had changed. If only you had just said something..." he trailed off and I blushed.

"I didn't want to put it into words," I admitted. "I figured, practiced seductor that you are, you would leap on any opening or chance that was provided and that things would go on from there."

"And you would have been right, my dear Sango, If it weren't for the fact that I had decided to be chivalrous and give you a break from my attentions until you were feeling better."

"I guess we got our signals crossed," I sighed and Miroku laughed.

"We'll remedy that," he stood taking my hand. "Come into the house Sango,"

"Miroku, I--" suddenly I was inexplicably nervous.

"Don't worry my darling; you have no reason to be afraid."

"Who said I was afraid?" I snapped snatching my hand away and standing on my own.

"Ahh Sango, how I love your fiery spirit," he took my hand again but he didn't go to his room as I expected.

"Are we not going to your room Hoshi?" I asked puzzled.

"We've waited this long to give in to our baser instincts, we can wait a little longer," he replied. But he did stop and press me against the wall for a kiss. A glorious kiss that promised more. Then he led me into the kitchen.

"Miroku!" I gasped.

*Miroku's POV*

"Miroku!" she gasped astonished. I smiled to myself pleased that she appreciated my efforts. The kitchen lights were off the only light came from dozens of candles. There were rose petals scattered around and on a table set with two covered plates and I had unearthed some instrumental romantic music from somewhere and had it playing. "Oh Miroku," she said again.

"Don't tell me you're speechless," I teased as I led her to the table.

"Miroku, you didn't have to do any of this," she protested.

"Yes I did," I corrected her. "I hurt you and caused you to doubt yourself and for that I'm very sorry. Consider this my apology."

"Apology accepted," she said smiling. We sat down to our dinner of stuffed turkey and mashed potatoes. "Miroku this is delicious," she exclaimed. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"I learned it from my mother, she was a superb cook. She taught me everything I know; it's her legacy to me." I told her.

"Her...Legacy?" asked Sango.

"My mother died while I was still young," I explained.

"Oh Miroku," she reached out to cover my hand with hers.

"It's okay," I assured her. "It was a long time ago. Oh, I forgot the gravy, hold on." I slipped my hand from hers.

"It's okay it's fine the way it is," said Sango.

"I know but I made this gravy from scratch and I want you to try it." I got up to fetch the gravy and then poured some on my food and Sango's.

"Ooo, this is good."

"Thank you." We were sitting there talking when I noticed something weird happening to Sango's face.

"Sango," I said hesitantly "What's wrong with your face?"

"My face, what do you mean?" asked Sango hesitantly lifting a hand to her face. I could tell by the look on her face when she found the problem. Both her cheeks were swelling up and from what I could tell they weren't done yet.

"Wha—what did you put in this gravy?" stammered Sango. My mind went blank as I scrambled to remember.

"Uh, just this and that, flour, turkey broth, ground walnuts, uh--"

"Walnuts?!" she exclaimed. "I'm allergic to nuts!"

"Come with me," I jumped out of my seat scooped Sango up into my arms and ran for my room.

"Miroku," said Sango wryly. "I know I've finally admitted my feelings to you and all and that you're kinda impatient but I'm not really in the mood for--"

"My dear Sango, how little you think of me," I laughed. "I'm taking you to my room because I have some allergy medicine there."

"Oh," said Sango sheepishly. I carried her to my room then set her gently on the bed. I walked away then came back with the allergy medicine.

"Open wide." I said pouring the medicine onto a spoon. Sango grimaced but obeyed.

"Yuck," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said sitting down next to her. "I wanted this evening to be romantic and perfect. But instead I poison you."

"Oh, Miroku there's no way you could have known that I'm allergic to nuts. Don't worry about it. It's been very romantic so far, and almost perfect. At least we're here together with no false pretenses between us. What more could you ask for?"

"Oh Sango," I embraced her and we fell back onto the bed and soon drifted to sleep in each other's arms.

A/N: Hey you guys, a new chapter finally. Yay!!!!! By the way this chapter is dedicated to InuSora3 for reading the poem that I posted on my myspace Silence and for commenting on it too. Luv ya,

Later much,

Inulover