InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Broken Promises ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4:Broken Promises

Sango stood there with her body pressed up against the monks, the knife that she was using to cut the vegetables now grasped tightly in her hand and pressed firmly against his throat. She hadn't even realized what she was doing, all she knew is that she didn't want to be near him right now, or hear anymore of his promises, his excuses.

“Sango what are you doing?” Miroku asked quietly in an attempt to not further upset her. `What have I done?' “Please, let's talk about this, before you do something that we'll both regret.” He stated in a low shaky voice, as sweat started to bead up around his brow.

“Just shut up Miroku, I'm tired of hearing your voice; I'm tired of your empty promises, your roaming eyes and your roaming hands! Do you think I'm stupid? I've put up with you and your lame excuses long enough!” She shouted. Pushing away from him, she dropped the knife to the floor and staggered towards the other side of the hut in a manner befitting a drunken person. “Just leave, forget about your promise. I don't want to marry you…I…I don't want anything from you. Not anymore.” She couldn't stop the tears that started to fall from her eyes and she didn't have the strength she needed to remain standing, so she allowed her body to slide sluggishly to the floor.

As the monk regained his composure his eyes came to rest on the woman that he had hurt so severely with his malicious womanizing. Was he really that arrogant that he actually believed that she would just accept it? `Could she really no longer wish to spend her life with me?' He questioned. Looking at her, he couldn't stop nor quiet the debate that ran through him. Part of him wanted to run, while the other wanted to stay and make her take back the hurtful things she had just said.

He thought about all the times that she came to his aid when he so selfishly ran off alone because he thought there was a beautiful woman in distress, only for it to be a demon in disguise. `She was always there.'

“Do you remember when we went into the mountain after Naraku?” The weeping woman asked softly.

“Yes,” he replied as he slowly walked over to her and kneeled before her.

“When I thought I had lost you, I didn't want to go on; I would have never left you there to die alone. They would've had to take us both.” Sniffling softly, as her tears began to dry up she continued, “That was the day that I decided if I couldn't be with you then I didn't want to live.” With that the tears that were beginning to subside came back with a vengeance.

As he watched her body jerk violently with each sob the memory of that day came flooding back to him, “Sango I remember that day all to well. Kagura had sent your hiraikotsu back at you, knocking you out, that's when hoards of demons started coming at us, the only thing I could do was use my wind tunnel to suck them and Naraku's poison insects in. I did so to save your life regardless of whether it would cost me mine. I remember coming to and you were…weeping over me, telling me that you would not live with out me…Oh, Sango…” Miroku said as he looked up at the woman in front of him, as if he was seeing her for the first time.

The truth was, he had forgotten about that day, and as for the promise, well that had been placed on the back burner for the time being. After Naraku was destroyed all he wanted to do was enjoy and celebrate the new lease on life he had been given.

`How could I have been so selfish? After everything that she has done for me…everything that we've been through together. Miroku you're such a fool!'

He couldn't force himself to look at her. To see the pain in her eyes and feel the sorrow radiating from her soul was too much for him to bear. He was now the one that wanted to run away, to distance him self.

I don't deserve her…did I ever deserve her?'

“Do you remember we were sitting by the lake when you asked me to spend the rest of my life with you, to bear your children once Naraku was defeated?” Pulling her knees to her chest she laid her head on top of them, “I'm not really angry about what you did to that woman today…it's just that you haven't change Miroku. You are still the same perverted monk that I met 3 years ago. I didn't expect that we would marry right after we killed Naraku, but it has been almost a year, and you haven't brought it up once.” Sighing heavily in a defeated manner she closed her eyes briefly and whispered, “I'm tired Miroku…I'm just tired.”

Listening to her speak he couldn't help but to feel what she felt. He wanted to reach out and touch her, caress her. He wanted to embrace her and tell her that everything would be alright and that he would make good on his promise to her, but he knew that it didn't matter what he said now, she was fed up and until she reopened her heart and soul to him, nothing would change. Though he believed this to be true, his heart would not let him leave with out at least saying something.

“I'm a fool.” He whispered just loud enough for her to hear. His head was lowered in a manner befitting one that shamed by guilt, his voice was heavy and down trodden with pain, “I've hurt you so much and I didn't even realize what I was doing. Every time I groped another woman, or asked one to bear my children, it killed another part of you.” Lifting his head he reluctantly looked at her. “Please, don't give up on me. Give me a chance to fix what I have so severely damaged…that's all that I ask…that's all that I can ask.”

She listened intently to every word that fell from his lips and she wished and hoped against hope that she could believe him, but she knew him better than he knew himself.

Neither one of them spoke for a moment as they sat there gazing back at one another. It was almost as if they were searching the others' soul for something.

He was looking for forgiveness, some trace of hope that she would not leave him.

She was looking for sincerity in his words, and a hint of something, anything that would tell her that it was alright to trust and believe in him. What she found was a stray tear that slowly trickled down the side of his face.

“Mi…Miroku,” she whispered while reaching up and wiping it away.

Feeling her hand against his skin he immediately nuzzled into her touch. “Sango, I've made too many mistakes, I know.” He slowly closed his eyes as he felt her gently rubbing the soft flesh behind his left ear, “but if you can find it in your heart this one time to allow me to fix this, I promise you…” He reached up and gently placed his hand over hers, “I will not let you down again…” bringing her hand down to his lips he placed a soft kiss inside her palm, “If you don't love me then I am not a man worthy of love.”

Staring back at him she realized that he had always known exactly what to say and when to say it. So was this one of those times? What would happen the next time there was a journey to be taken? Could she believe him? Should she believe him? After all, regardless of what he said today, he was still the lech, the hentai, the monk. “Miroku, I'm sorr…”

Afraid to hear just what her answer would be he cut her off. “It's alright Sango, I did this, so it's up to me to fix. I can only hope that you're still available and willing to let me in, when you have found in me what you so desperately need.” Releasing her hand he smiled warmly at her as he continued, “You may have given up on me, but I will never give up on you.”

She could only stare at him. `Why would he wait until now to say such things? When I needed to hear them, where was he? I'm sorry Miroku, I don't…I can't…'She couldn't finish that thought. Jumping to her feet she gave the monk one last glance before she dashed out of the hut.

`I have to prove myself to her.' He thought as he stood and proceeded to walk out of the hut and into the field intent on finding a comfortable spot to meditate. `You'll see Sango, you will love me again, and you will marry me.'

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