InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vanilla Tears ❯ Elation ( Chapter 4 )

Eeiney meiney miney mo,
Catch a hanyou by the toe
If he were mine, you'd damn well know
Eeiney meiney miney mo.

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With all his womanizing, lecherous ways, Miroku was still unprepared against the nervousness that set in once he had made his statement. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead spun through his head like a sadistic mantra. She's going to hit me, knock me off Kirara. She's going to laugh as I go speeding towards the ground and death, because I had the nerve to ask her to stay with me. I, a monk, who can offer her nothing when she can have the likes of Lord Takeda asked her to raise my children. Oh, Kagome, you were wrong. Little miko, you killed me. I'm dead. Sango turned around and Miroku ducked.

"Miroku?"

He looked up to find not the edge of Hirakotsu careening down on him, but rather Sango looking at him. Beautiful Sango looking at him with-tears in her eyes? Oh, Kami, what did I do now? Grateful to have full consciousness yet, he tried to figure out what was wrong and make it right.

"Sango, I-mpfh!" The rest of the sentence was utterly forgotten when the taijiya interrupted him with a sweet kiss. He always thought that he would be the one to kiss her first, not the other way around, but…he was all right with this. Besides, in the end, what did it matter who started it? They were kissing…

"Oi, Sango, get that monk off your face, you don't know where it's been," Inuyasha yelled over to them, snickering. Kagome giggled from his back, a triumphant look on her face. "Naraku? Battle? Remember?"

"Thank you Inuyasha," Miroku replied, his tone suggesting anything but. Sango was blushing furiously. Miroku wondered if he would be able to feel the heat from her risen blood if he were to hold his palm by her face, but thought better of it.


"Is that a yes then?" he asked instead, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. In a bold move he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yes, Miroku," she replied, slightly breathless. "Yes, of course. Oh, Miroku, I-" She was struck from the side by a writhing tentacle as Kirara snarled and turned. Miroku tightened his grip on her waist, thanking the Kamis that his impulsive move had seemed to be prompted by fate to save Sango from a fall. The battle had begun.

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The real Naraku was no where near the front. Of course not. What they were battling with was puppets, many, many puppets. The plan was most likely to tire them out before he showed himself, before he came up to the fighting front. The coward. And where was Kohaku? What was he doing with her little brother, Sango wondered. Her anger fueled power into her attacks with Hirakotsu. The fighting continued, on and on. Long ago she had stopped seeing the flash of red or green of Inuyasha or Kagome, the pair had moved away to a different section of fighting. There had been a glimmer of silver and white once, looking suspiciously like Sesshomaru, and a blur of tan and brown of wolf fur. It seemed allies were emerging from the wood work for this final battle. Sango paid little attention, focusing only on the spinning Hirakotsu. Where was Kohaku?

More than once she felt a breeze tugging at her hair. She recognized it as the pull of Miroku's wind tunnel. For almost the entire fight, she had been able to see the blur of purple and black of her beloved's robes. Her beloved. A smile graced her face as the hirakotsu ripped through the center of another puppet. After this, they would live together and have children. She knew Miroku would want quite a brood, and she would be happy to provide. A blush touched her face once more as she realized what she said. Damn lecher's been rubbing off on me…and on me. No, bad Sango!

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and smiled. He was making quick work of the puppets coming at him, slicing through with his staff and then opening his wind void. Wait…Sango paused and tried to think of what seemed wrong. Where were Naraku's poison insects? There was a bad taste in her mouth. She didn't trust the situation. As she raised her hand to catch her weapon on its pass back towards her, she felt a sudden change in the breeze tugging at her hair and the different pitch of the wailing of the wind tunnel.

"Miroku!"

A/N Sorry for the wait. I know, not cool. -.-" Please forgive me. And please review…