InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Sango ❯ Prologue? ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: I'm toying around with the idea of making this a one-shot or not...I don't know if it turned out the way I liked so I'm thinking...and let me know what you think too!













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Sleepless Sango








She was doing it again. It was the third night it's happened.


For three days Sango had been sleepwalking, it was amazing how she managed to walk out of camp without waking the others. Miroku, however, heard the rustling of her clothing close by and the small twigs and leaves crackling under her bare feet as she stood to walk off into the forest, unbeknownst of her dark and dangerous surroundings.


He had followed her for those three days, noting that after a couple minutes or so, she'd wake up and wonder where she was before heading back to camp to fall asleep soundly--the sleepwalking incident not happening twice in one night.


My dear Sango, what are you up to now? he asked himself silently as his violet eyes peered through the bushes in which he hid in. She was so beautiful walking like a ghostly silhouette in the darkness of the forest. Her hair was whipping to the right like an ebony demon in the air. Her pale face was bright in the moonlight that shined through the thick canopy of trees. Oh how he longed to touch that face.


His heart was beating wildly out of his chest. He loved to watch her. Especially when she wouldn't notice him or pretended not to notice him for a long time. In those three nights of sleepwalking he had admired her from a distance, watching the curves of her body through that thin cloth of a night gown she wore.


Kami he wanted to touch her.


He stood from his clandestine position and began walking closer to her, his slippers slapping silently against the forest blanket. He knew that if he didn't stay close behind, he'd lose her and there was no way he was going to lose the opportunity of being able to watch her with any violent disturbance (such as the feeling of Hiraikotsu on his already fragile skull, and that heavy hand on his delicate skin--though he enjoyed those immensely...was Sango turning him into a sadist?).


Now she was near a stream, dipping her feet into it, humming a soft tune that, Miroku recalled, she hummed the previous nights before. But each time she hummed it, it seemed to turn into a different tune...melodious, frighteningly eerie, to soft, calming...


His heart was still in its constant beating and he was afraid that it would bounce out of his chest and wake his lovely Sango from her sleepwalk. He didn't want that.


Then his heart skipped a beat as he watched her do something he hadn't seen the previous nights before... She was taking off her nightgown. She discarded it onto a protruding rock next to her. Damn...he wished he was that rock.


And how he wished her were right next to her caressing that supple skin and those wide, beautiful hips... his mind was filled with ideas.


He heard rustling in the trees. Perhaps he should head back to camp? Ha...no...and leave lovely Sango by herself? That was farthest from his mind. His jaw was already dropped as his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, staring at that perfect body.


Then before he realized it, her eyes were on him.


He became aware of his surroundings and laughed sheepishly. He didn't even realize he had walked out of his hiding place to the clearing. Was she awake?


"Sango--I was not aware of your--" he began, not really knowing what to say. He shut his eyes tightly, anticipating her rabid cries of "hentai!" or "bouzu!" or "Hiraikotsu" even but to his surprise, none came.


Instead, when he lifted his eyelids, Sango was walking up to him in all her bareness, those hips swaying seductively though she was clearly unaware of it. He held his breath inadvertently, as he took in the entire sight of her body. Her skin glistened in the glow of the moon, and part of her body was...he couldn't even think a word to describe her. Miroku's eyes widened as he stumbled a step back.


He wasn't appalled by her forwardness (despite her current state), he was simply struck back, unused to this type of treatment from his beautiful taijiya.


She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against him, the warmth of her skin seeping through his thick robes. How he despised his robes at the moment for clinging to his body--but no! He could never take advantage of Sango...even if she was right in front of him, moving ever so subtly against his body, letting a soft sigh escape from those luscious lips.


No, he couldn't possibly!


Oh but it was so tempting... "S-Sango?" he stuttered.


What was she dreaming of? She began humming that tune again as she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, her arms slowly wrapping around his waist.


He simply melted. It was all too good to be true! His dear Sango was holding him--naked! It seemed chaste yet so unabashedly sexy that he just wanted to take her right there--but as he told himself--he was not the type to take advantage of a woman in such a vulnerable state.


But it was so enjoyable to see Sango in a vulnerable state...she'd never been vulnerable before and the past three days he could have done what he wished.


But as a man of Kami-sama I cannot do such a sinful deed... Yeah...Sure a man of Kami-sama who enjoyed the company of women just a little too much and drank just a little too much.


"Houshi-sama..." she whispered. His eyes were wide again. She was dreaming of him then? Well...all those days he'd heard her deny her feelings for him, he was starting to believe them all, but now while deep in dreaming, her lips let words escape that she would never dream of saying while she was awake.


"Yes lovely Sango?" Miroku answered, placing his hands on the small of her back. His fingers were icy from the weather and her skin's warmth simply swept through his nerves warming him down to a certain area that was warming a bit too much. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her naked body as he rested his cheek against her head.


Unbeknownst to the hapless monk, Sango was stirring from her sleep.


"Ho-Houshi-sama!?" she whispered, startled.


"Yes my sweet taijiya?" he answered. Before he could act, Sango quickly pushed him away and began examining herself. She was naked!? What in the world!? She barely noticed as Miroku fell against the rock near the stream. He was as startled as she was.


He barely noticed the white fabric on the ground next to the stream. He had an evil thought. What if it happened to fall into the stream? Never to be retrieved again? Innocently, he swept a foot against it, letting the wind do the rest.Oops...


"What is this!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE MONK!?" she screamed, hitting him repeatedly with two balled fists and a foot. The next thing she did was search frantically for her night gown. Once she found it, she realized it was now going downstream. She screamed and attempted to find a place to hide herself. Unfortunately for her (but fortunately for Miroku) nothing was close enough for her to go to. Except...the rock behind Miroku. Swiftly, she pushed past him and behind the rock.


"I'm afraid I've done nothing. I found you wandering off and I was curious as to where you were going. That is simply all," Miroku said quite honestly rubbing his bruised arm, face, neck, chest.


"You lying bouzu! How did this happen? I know for sure you have something to do with this!" Sango fumed. Her face was flushed and her eyes were furious. He loved it when she was flared up that way. In fact, he thought she was absolutely magnificent when she was angry.


Miroku sighed thoughtfully. "No, surprisingly my dear, I don't. You were dreaming..." of me...


"I wa--I...was?" Sango asked. Oh no...I wonder if I've said anything out loud... "I didn't happen to say anything--strange while I was asleep...did I?" she inquired hopefully.


Miroku smiled a genuine smile--with a lot of mischief behind it--and replied, "No, nothing strange in particular."


Sango lifted a brow as she eyed him suspiciously. She shook her head and looked down at the rock. "Why didn't you wake up me up?" she asked. Miroku opened his mouth to speak when she interrupted. "No...don't answer that question." She knew it would just be another excuse that would only be innocent...


Strangely, she couldn't be angry at him. Only in the beginning, but it didn't look as if he'd done anything to her. She sighed.


"How will I get back to camp?" she asked, searching in his eyes.


Miroku placed a feigned thoughtful hand on his chin. "Hmm...that would be quite difficult, considering your state..."


Sango narrowed her eyes then bursted. "Houshi-sama will you get me some clothes?"


"Ah, ah, ah you never said the magic word," Miroku said. Sango snarled.


"Get me some clothes bastard."


"Sango, you are not making this any easier for me--"


"You hentai! If you don't get me clothes now, you'll regret--" she almost finished, but was cut off when Miroku suddenly kissed her. He really had no idea what he was doing. He had planned on making her silent and subdue to him with the kiss, ending in something deep and passionate. He wanted Sango to finally submit to him and say that she will be his forever, just like he wanted to be hers forever.


Instead, he earned a punch in the right eye. Before he could react, she already fled into the forest, hiding in the safety of the darkness to keep away from the scrutinizing eyes of that polluted monk.


How dare he! I can't believe he just did that! Sometimes that man can be so frustrating! He'd be sweet and gentle one moment, then the next he's a sex-crazed maniac with only naked women in his mind, Sango thought sadly.


Miroku on the other hand simply followed slowly after. Yes...he did deserve that. If only he didn't act so instinctively with Sango. She was different, he knew, since the first time he had met her. She was not going to be someone to mess with...and he had just messed with her feelings...something deeper and more meaningful to her than anything else.


Dammit. You deserve to be alone, Miroku thought sulkily to himself.


He then heard a yelp and a thud somewhere off in the distance. He followed it--only to find that it was Sango. She'd tripped on a protruding root as she hurriedly tried to reach the camp without being seen.


"Sango! Are you all right?" he asked, kneeling down in front of her as he struggled to untangle her foot from the root. Sango had been meaning to scream at him to look away but noticed that his eyes were fixed on her foot. She looked up at him with a frustrated look in her chocolate eyes as he helped her.


"I-I'm fine now..." she managed. Once she was untangled, she managed to sit up covering her body protectively with her arms.


Miroku sighed. "I am deeply sorry Sango."


This ignited her anger again. He thinks he can just apologize and everything will be all right?


"No," she choked. " No, you can't just apologize like that! You know...I don't know how anybody can fall in love with you with the way you're acting."


Miroku visibly gulped then looked down at the ground. Ouch. That hurt. A lot. "You are correct," he simply replied, hoping that she wouldn't look in his eyes.


Sango looked up at him. "What?"


"You are correct Miss Sango. I don't even know myself if anybody will fall in love with me," he said softly. His violet eyes suddenly looked up at her. "Here, take my cloak," he said, pulling it over his shoulder and handing it over to her.


She hesitantly took it and wrapped herself in it. "H-Houshi-sama...I never meant--"


"No, you're right," he said matter-of-factly. "I agree with you--"


"Stop! I didn't mean it. I was just angry," Sango said. She attempted to stand, but quickly stumbled. Her ankle had twisted from that root. She sighed as Miroku caught her. She fought off thousands of demons larger than her and yet, she was diminished by a root.


"Sit. I must have a look at your ankle," Miroku said, bringing Sango back down to the ground. He took her foot in his hands and began feeling around the bone to find the stressed area. Sango's heart was racing madly. What's going on?


"M-my ankle's fine Houshi-sama."


"No, it seems to be broken," he answered. Maybe that's why she couldn't feel it... He looked up at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid you won't be able to fight any youkai with us until it heals."


"I can still fight!" she argued heatedly. He smiled warmly at her. He loved her stubbornness, even if it would cost her her life, but still it was admirable.


"Here..." Miroku had paused and allowed her foot to fall on the forest floor. Sango winced. Even that small drop caused pain to shoot up her leg. He then pulled up his sleeves and put both hands on her ankle.


"What are you doing?" Sango asked as Miroku began massaging her ankle gently. Suddenly, the part of the cloak that covered her slipped off her leg, revealing a long shapely thigh. Miroku merely looked at it for a second before smiling up at Sango. Her eyes were wide the whole time as he stared up at her.


"First, I'm going to find where the bone is broken and fuse it with a little spell that I happen to have," he answered. That charming, lopsided smile was still on his face. If only Sango knew how much he wanted to stroke that thigh...


She wasn't covering it up yet and it was beginning to drive him insane. It seemed to be calling for him. It wanted him to touch it's soft, supple texture, it wanted him to savor it and run his fingers on it. No...he couldn't. He didn't want to be the man who couldn't be loved by anyone. He knew he could ruin this moment with just an innocent touch...


Sango was looking at him, but he didn't notice. His mind seemed to be off somewhere else as he continued to search for the broken area. She continued to stare at him anyways, examining that small sweatbead that appeared on the left side of his forehead. She could tell he was tense, and with that fixed look in his eyes, she knew he wouldn't look in her direction for some time.


Then she spoke. "Houshi--" she rephrased. "Miroku..."


That made him look up. He lifted a brow and slightly tilted his head in confusion. He tried hard not to show it though. "Yes Sango?"


I'm turning into him. I can't believe myself...why am I doing this? she asked herself as she leaned forward. "I'm sorry."


"For what?"


"For saying that you couldn't be loved by the way you were acting."


Miroku shook it off. "It's not problem. Just please try to hold still Sango. I think I have just about found it," he said, looking back down at her ankle.


Sango bit her lip then leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek. He looked up, a bit startled.


Did she just kiss him? "Sango?"


Sango didn't answer, instead, she scooted closer and kissed him on the lips. She pulled away. What was this? Some game?


She knelt even further and parted her lips as she kissed him. She lingered a little longer, waiting for him to respond. Of course it didn't take him long. He closed his eyes as he kissed her back, gently, making sure he didn't go to suddenly or else he'd turn her away again.


It only took a couple seconds before Miroku slipped his tongue into her mouth. She pulled away. "Houshi-sama?" She couldn't get used to his name that easily could she?


"I'm sorry, was I going too fast?" he asked, rubbing her arm affectionately.


She shook her head. "No...I was just...startled is all..." She smiled and leaned back again, allowing Miroku to continue his kissing lessons. She quickly followed after him, using her tongue as she kissed him. Miroku tenderly embraced her as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss. Sango moaned. Her hands were on his back as her mouth continued to move against his, their tongues caressing each other lightly as their mouths became more insistent.


"My dear Sango, I have waited for this all my life," Miroku breathed when they pulled away. Sango was smiling at him eagerly at him, unbeknownst to her that she was already sitting on his lap, her legs straddling him.


When she did notice, she quickly got up, straining her ankle once more. "Itte!!"


"Sango! Please do not try to stand up. It is difficult enough with your broken ankle. Let me heal it so that...we could get back..."


Sango stared at him in disbelief. All he thinks about was what he was going to get out of this! He's not even thinking of my feelings! Maybe he doesn't even have feelings for me... He's probably thinking I'm just one of his child bearers...he's probably thinking I am just like one of those other village girls he's probably already been with. That rude, insensitive pig!! Sango's attitude quickly changed as she sat stubbornly a sufficient distance from him.


Miroku noticed her change in attitude as well and asked,"Is something the matter Sango?"


"No. But it's almost morning. We must be getting back to camp," she said bitterly.


"Oh...all right," Miroku replied. He sat down and brought his hand back down to her leg. He smiled up at her. "I found it."


Sango didn't answer. Miroku sighed and continued to work. He put a single ofuda on her foot and said a small prayer. For a second there was a white glow and then it disappeared. He looked up at her.


"Do you feel a difference?"


"Yes." She stood up and wrapped the cloak tightly around her. "I thank you for healing my leg Houshi-sama," she said in the most formal way she could thank someone. She turned and began walking back to camp.


"Sango!" Miroku called almost frantically.


"Yes?"


"Why must you act this way?" he asked, a bit exasperated.


"Act in what way?"


He stepped closer to her. "In the way that you act so wonderful one moment and then frigid and sour the next towards me."


"It's your own fault!"


"How?"


Soft murmuring could be heard in the distance. "I can hear Shippou-chan's and Inuyasha's voices. We must be getting back," Sango replied coolly as she walked towards camp. Miroku sighed deeply. No. He was not letting her go this time.


"Sango, please tell me what I have done!" Sango continued to walk. "I love you!" he told her abruptly.


Sango stopped in her tracks and turned. "How could you lie like that? Is that what you told your village girls too?"


"No," Miroku said softly. His eyes were narrowed and there was a look in them that Sango had never seen before. He stalked up to her and placed his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her close into an intimate kiss. Sango placed her hands on his chest, making to push him away, but the way he was kissing her... it felt so right...like he meant what he said...and she was just being an accusing little witch.


She pulled away. "Houshi-sama--"


"Do you think I am that heartless my dear Sango? I thought that you, of all people, would have a better judgement of others. Especially someone you've known for a very long time," Miroku said, his voice still soft. "Now, please call me Miroku."


He then leaned forward and kissed her again before she could say another word. Sango's innocent eyes were suddenly shielded from view with her eyelids as she kissed him back furiously, moaning against his mouth, pushing against his body. Her tongue pushed through into his mouth, stroking frantically as she grasped his robes in her hands. Miroku groaned. He couldn't believe this was happening, he couldn't believe that Sango actually allowed him to talk and act this way towards her. By her actions, he almost felt as if she had been more of a hentai than he was. Not that me minded one bit.


Sango's instincts told her to push against him, as if her body knew exactly where it would please him to move against the most. Miroku ran his hands down to her rear where he groped her. Her eyes widened and her body tensed, but he continued to kiss her anyways as if her surprise wasn't obvious enough for him. He then moved a hand to the inner part of the cloak, where one leg was already parting for him.


He was enjoying this and he wanted her to enjoy it too. He gently moved his hand into the gap, as Sango watched him, her breathing shallow. She watched as he slipped his hand between her legs and begin to stroke her gently. She shuddered under his touch. Then he began to move his fingers into her.


Her mouth was parted and her eyes suddenly shut as he began to stroke her already wet folds with a little more force. He already felt deeply aroused by the sounds she was making, but when he glimpsed at her flushed face, he knew he was going to go crazy if he didn't get inside her soon. His precious taijiya...He rubbed and caressed her harder before slipping his fingers inside her wet womanhood. Her legs felt as if they were going to falter under her. He knew she couldn't continue to stand while he did this.


He quickly brought her over to a tree and pressed her back against it as he continued his minstrations.


"Spread your legs more love," Miroku whispered softly in her ear. She couldn't contain what she was feeling. She wanted him and she couldn't hide it anymore... plus the way he had asked her to...open herself up...was making her go over the top. She couldn't understand why she, Sango, couldn't control herself...why?


On the other hand, she continued to fix her mind on what she was feeling. It felt so sinfully good to have his fingers between her legs and his body so close to her. She suddenly thought she forgot how to speak. Miroku continued to make her insides burn as he thrust his fingers almost to the hilt of her womb--she was going crazy... She moaned harder and moved faster against him thrusting her hips in a way that made Miroku almost frightened, but equally enjoyed it. He knew he was going to cum if she didn't stop--not that he wanted her to.


"Are you enjoying this Sango?" he asked, his eyes searching hers. She only gasped, which was enough of an answer for him. He then rubbed the small nub that protruded. Sango tensed around him, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. Yes, she was definitely enjoying this. She moved against his hand allowing him to move his fingers in and out of her as she moaned and nearly cried out.


He kissed her, allowing her cry to die down inside his mouth. Sango was then wracked with spasms as she moved faster and harder against his hand. Before she could stop, a small white discharge escaped her and onto Miroku's hand. She blushed as he merely chuckled and kissed her mouth. The pleasure still continued and Sango had no way of controlling it now. She didn't really quite understand how this all happened, how this feeling happened, how he awakened it inside her (literally).


"Oh Kami...Sango..." Miroku whispered. He looked down at his robes, he was sure they were soaking wet right now...


"Miroku...Miroku..." she called softly, panting as her movements began to cease. She sagged between him and the tree, breathing rapidly. She closed her eyes and rested her head against Miroku's shoulder.


"Sango? Miroku!!?" came some calls from a short distance away.


Sango snapped up and looked around. She stared up at Miroku. "Oh Kami...I didn't just...did you just...? Did I just...?"


Miroku smiled. "Yes you did my sweet Sango."


"Oh Kami," she repeated again. She glared down up at the monk. "This is to be repeated to no one! Understand?" Then she quickly tore herself away from him and ran to the camp.


Miroku watched after her in frustration, his brows furrowed. What had he done this time?

















A/N: Hm...should I continue? Or keep this an unfulfilled one-shot?