InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrounded Yet Alone ❯ The Importance of A Name ( Chapter 8 )

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The Importance of A Name


Sango hadn't said a word since she returned to the group. But when no one was looking she placed her fingers on her lips remembering the warmth and the feelings that flooded her when Miroku's lips made contact with hers. Feelings were starting to stir deep inside her stomach, yet she would not admit to them.

She was furious with all of them; they left her and started to go on with out her. It pained her to know that she was so easily forgotten. She knew that they hadn't even tried to find her or otherwise she would have been found sooner especially with Inu Yasha's sense of smell. 'The only reason they came across me was because that demon had a jewel shard' she dismally thought 'it is obvious that the jewel shards are more important than me; and to think I thought they considered me a friend'

Out of nowhere a demon blocked the path of the group. The demon was insistent on fighting. Miroku yelled to Sango "Take Shippo and go hide!" she was about to protest her mouth opened and words were about to come out but Miroku cut her off "Now!"

Sango took Shippo off to the side of the battle and stayed behind a tree. She was ready to go and help fight if need be with her giant boomerang all she needed was an open shot, a shot that she never got. The demon was weak, and easily destroyed. Inu Yasha did it quickly and painlessly with his sharp claws.

After the battle they were on their way again. Sango fallowing behind was thinking 'Why did Miroku specifically tell me to take Shippo to a safe place? Its usually Kagome's job to take care of the little cub' she couldn't come up with a reason but the look that he gave her was a look that he didn't want her fighting that battle. 'I can handle myself' she thought thinking that he thought it was too dangerous for her. 'I have fought more powerful demons than that'

Up in the front of Sango was Kagome with Shippo not far away from her, and up in front of that were Miroku and Inu Yasha. Miroku and Inu Yasha were talking "Inu Yasha I must speak with Lady Sango alone. Its really important and I have to do it soon" 'even if she doesn't speak to me she has to at least hear me out I have to just tell her... a lot of things to many to sort out.' Miroku thought to himself.

"Feh, sure" and with that Inu Yasha went to Kagome and took her and Shippo off somewhere away from Sango and Miroku.

Sango was deep in thought and didn't realize that Kagome, Inu Yasha, and Shippo left she just kept waking not even noticing that it was only she and Miroku. She was looking down at the ground as she walked. She noticed a black and purple robe in front of her and a bottom of a staff her head popped up realizing it was Miroku. She looked around for the others but they were nowhere to be found. She started to walk around the obstacle in front of her. But Miroku quickly sidestepped and was in front of her again.

"First of all I want to tell you I'm glad your back. Next I want to correct a part of the conversation we had before you left. I don't hate you and I probably never will." 'Actually its quite the opposite of hate' he mentally thought to himself.

Her gaze slowly traveled up off the floor up his robes until her eyes locked with his. She saw truth and honesty in them. And was willing to listen to what he had to say.

"I'm sorry if I caused you any pain. That conversation was one big blur everything was to fast for me to comprehend, and it was all at once I couldn't sort things out until it was to late and you were already gone. And when I woke up in the morning and you weren't there it was one of the worst feelings I ever felt. I wanted to look for you right then and there but Lady Kagome convinced me that you needed your time, time to your self. I didn't want to but I agreed. We were going to look for you today but before we got a chance to start Lady Kagome sensed a jewel shard." He looked into her eyes and saw the understanding. He was ready to test his limits on her and see just how far he could go with what he wanted to discuss. "Now, about the demon with the shard why were you about to let him kill you?"

She spoke the first time since their last not-so-good conversation "he was going to save me"

"Looked a lot like killing to me"

She didn't want to speak with him any more. She wanted to leave and go find the others. And she started to do just that. But Miroku grabbed her wrist the one that she cut not so long ago. But it seemed long ago, at least for him it did. He remembered the talks that they had together, he remembered looking forward to them. He loved spending time with her even if they were talking about something as depressing as the loss of her brother, he didn't care just as long as he was close to her. But now he couldn't even get near her she always pulled away. She built a wall between them. He wanted to take it down but he knew that only she could do that. It stung at his heart knowing that one girl could break them apart so easily.

A while passed and no words were said. But Miroku still held her wrist to stop her from leaving. She turned back to see why he wouldn't let go, and when she looked into his eyes she just melted. She wanted him to hold her like he used to on those late night under the stars even if he was only comforting her. She wanted it. It took a lot of strength not to go running into his arms. But she wouldn't let herself be hurt by him again it hurt to much, much worse than any battle wounds. He wounded her heart much worse than any bodily harm a demon did, when she saw him with her, her heart shattered. Then he explained everything and she started to glue the pieces back together. But that was short lived because before she could finish he had shattered it once again when he inadvertently agreed to hating her. On her run through the woods she cried so hard she promise herself she wouldn't let him hurt her again. But running into his arms right now seemed so right. She willed her body to obey, but it did not. She took a step towards him and he took a step towards her at exactly the same time. There was hardly any space between them, she looked into his eyes and moved closer bringing her lips on his. She wanted that warmth to rush trough her again, and it did. But when the kiss got more intimate and more heated Sango pulled back.

"Damn it Sango!" Miroku was extremely upset. He thought that they were finally getting over past experiences; he thought that they were finally moving on together. When she pulled back he knew that she still did not trust him enough to let her feelings be open.

Sango backed up even more at his open display of his displeasure of the abrupt ending to their kiss. She started to turn and walk away. "Oh no you don't. Not now, not ever again. I'm not going to let you walk away again." She just turned and looked in his eyes as if searching for something and at her facial expression Miroku presumed that she didn't find it.

"Lord Monk why now do you decided to call me by a different name?" genuinely curious she patiently awaited his answer.

He winced as he realized that she regressed back to calling him that nickname instead of his true name that she had used with him once. But just that once brought so much joy to his heart. He never knew how much having that taken away would cause him so much grief. "You mean just now when I called you Sango instead of Lady Sango" with a gentile nod of compliance he continued "I have my reasons."

Not getting upset but remaining calm Sango inquired "and what may those reasons be?"

"Sango, were you going to let that demon back there kill you? Not the one just recently the one where me and everyone found you."

"Answer my question," she demanded.

"I will when you answer my question."

Taking a good long look into the depths of his eyes she turned her face away from him and answered, "He was going to save me... save me by taking my life. So that I would be happy; so that I would be with the people who love me."

"Sango we all love you, you are our friend we will always love you. Now to answer you question. I did not use the 'Lady' infront of your name because I presumed that the answer to the question I just asked you was indeed your true answer. And being called a Lady in my book is a privilege, you lost that privilege when you became so pitiful, willing to take your own life, even worse having others do it for you."

That one hit her hard and close to the heart. Her head snapped back to look at his face, the face of the man who dares to call Sango pitiful. In the most weakest of voices barley above a whisper on the wind Sango said "your right..." slowly trailing off at the end until her words were inaudible. With that she collapsed to her hands and knees and began to cry. She reflected on all that she was. She was a great demon exterminator feared by most demons, loved by family and friends, and above all she was happy. Now She is a pitiful excuse for a human being and she was even told that by one of her friends. Her family is gone, he friend value her les than that of a shard of the Shikon No Tama seeing as how they would rather chase after the shard then go find their friend. And no matter what she did or how hard she tried she was unable to be happy. Her life is one that is dismal, worthless, and depressing.

Miroku looked down at her seeing how pitiful she looked seeing what she has done to herself and what she has become, he started to turn and walk away from her.

"Don't leave me," Sango pleaded as she grasped the bottom of his robes.

He squatted down to her level and said, "I will never leave you. And as for you, your one person who's never going to leave my side."


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