InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Dreams ❯ Sweet Dreams- part 2 ( Chapter 2 )

I just want to thank all the reviewers that told me what they thought. To tell the truth, I had no particular interest in whether or not I got any reviews, but I was very wrong. Just seeing that I got any reviews filled me with happiness, and that they were all positive was a plus. I hope to keep making you guys happy. The strangest thing is that I got one the first day my story was up! That gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. I didn't intend to write any more stories than these two, but just seeing that I made people as happy as me when I read a good story, I will write many more. Thanks for listening to me ramble, and here is the second part of the story.

It had been one week since Sango had had the dream about Miroku. She hadn't told anybody, not even Kagome, and was quieter than usual, but nobody seemed to notice. She kept on trying to forget the dream, and deny to herself that she thought anything of the sort about that lecherous monk, but whenever her mind wandered to the dream, whether unwilling or not, she felt truly happy.

`I've got to tell someone, or this will never go away. But who…' she thought to herself. She mentally sorted out the people who she wouldn't tell. `Well, Shippo is too young to understand, and Inuyasha will just think I'm crazy. I could probably tell Kagome, but she would just end up trying to set me up with the monk, and I wouldn't want that… would I? No, no, NO! Stop thinking these things! Alright, that leaves… No. I can't tell him! He would only grope me more… but would that be a bad thing? Oh, God, why am I thinking this? Well, he won't think I'm crazy, and he would most likely keep it a secret. I guess it's gotta be him.'

She decided to tell him that night, so nobody would eavesdrop. The monk had done his famous act, and gotten them board in a very large hotel, and they each had their own room. That was better, considering she didn't have to worry about Inuyasha, Kagome, or Shippo noticing anything wrong. When she was sure that everybody else was asleep, she snuck over to the room she figured was Miroku's: it was the farthest from all the girls' rooms (the owner saw his rather un-priest-like behavior). She opened the door, and sure enough, there he was. She snuck over to him.

"Monk!" she whispered.

"Hunh?" he mumbled groggily. "S-Sango? What are you doing here? Oh! I s-" he was cut off by Sango's fist on his head.

"It's nothing like that, monk. I just had to… tell you something," she said, blushing.

"Oh? And what would that be?" he said with a half curious-half perverted look on his face.

Sango lost her blush, and replaced it with a look of annoyance. "Just shut up and listen." She then proceeded to tell him about her dream. All the while, he had a bewildered look on his face. When she finished, her face was as red as Inuyasha's clothes, and Miroku's eyes were just as wide open as his mouth. After he regained his composure, he began to speak.

"That is a very strange dream, Sango. The reason I say this, is because you have it backwards. It was not you who declared your love…" he broke off, his face as red as Sango's.

"W-wait… You mean, there was a confession of love in the forest?!" she said in a loud whisper. "But if it wasn't me, then that means-" she was cut off by Miroku.

"Yes, it was me. I-" it was his turn to be cut off, as Sango pressed her lips against his. At first, his eyes were wide, but soon he got caught up in the passion of the moment. They kissed for a while, until Miroku's right hand, the one and only Moment-Breaker, decided it wanted in. When Sango felt the pressure on (you guessed it) her butt, however, she only pulled an inch away, eyes still closed, and whispered to him, "Maybe later." He pulled his hand away, and they started to kiss again.

Sango never went back to her room that night, but nobody ever questioned it. In fact, nobody really noticed. As the Inuyasha gang continued on their adventure, there was never any mention of the affair the two shared that night, but every now and then, the monk and demon-slayer would fall a few steps behind, walking together, hands intertwined.