This is not the sequel of my other fic, there's still tomorrow, which is a miroku's point of view. This is an entirely different context but this time it's Sango's side first.
We are all entitled to express our emotions so reviews in any forms are welcome.
Disclaimer: I really don't own anything except this fanfic idea. If I had you'll be watching this instead =)
He Doesn't Know
We are nearing a town and my heart will break again.
I am slowing my pace so I can lag behind. I don't want them to see me wearing my emotions on my sleeves. But I can't help it. For all that's holy, why do I have to feel something for that damn lecherous priest?
In a moment he will start his routine again. Even right now I can see ladies looking intently at us, probably wondering what we are up to. Houshi-sama is walking ahead, and judging from his aura, he is probably too glad to meet those ladies.
I wonder which one would be the lucky one to be the recipient of his attention.
Why does life has to be this cruel?
I know I am not beautiful nor do I stand against their grace. I am just a taijiya, raised to do hard labor of exterminating yukai. But still, I am a woman. I feel emotions.
Houshi-sama starts to grasp the hand of a lady with a long dark hair. He looks mesmerize with her beauty. Then he utters his litany about the lady's willingness to bear his child.
I hear Kirara purring and turned my head towards her where I held her on my bossom. I am surprised that I had unintentionally tightened my hold on her. I put her up instead on my shoulder and held on to the sash of my hiraikotsu instead.
The ladies are forming a crowd around the houshi. Inuyasha and Shipo are grumbling while Kagome is trying to calm them. I sighed and turned around. I found a bench under a tree not far away. I think I will leave the smooth talking up to them to secure us a room for tonight. I will just sit here, far away from them.
Far away from him.
He doesn't know how much I feel hurt whenever he asks somebody to bear his child.
He doesn't know the squeezing of my heart whenever he looks at somebody with longing.
Secretly I wish it was me.
But that will never be.
He will never be mine.
I have accepted the fact that I would always be alone. True, I dreamed of family before: a good husband and several children. But I will not marry unless for love. My stupid heart has given itself to that pervert. And that seals my fate, I will be alone for the rest of my life.
Nothing cures like a deep sigh. My tears are threatening to fall but I am trying to control it.
I see the houshi has his arms around one of the ladies as they go to one of the inn. I can't bear to see anymore so I look away and focus my attention at the forest behind me.
Naraku must be defeated as soon as possible so I may return to my normal life. I want to be free from the houshi's company before I make more fool out of myself. I think Kagome is getting suspicious as it is. I just hope I could hold on to my feelings a little much longer.
A tear fell from my eye and I wipe it right away because I could feel somebody is approaching. I try to calm my nerves by taking deep breaths.
"Sango," the houshi said.
I turn towards him surprised that he was the one to seek me out.
"It's getting late. We better get in," he told me. I see concern in his eyes.
"Go right ahead, I will follow in a bit," I answered in my usual cool mien.
He held my gaze for a moment and I see something different in his eyes. There seems to be no emotion in it. "Don't be too late," he said instead and turned towards the inn.
It is all over.
I will only hurt myself if I continuously think of him. I have survived with my family gone, what more without a houshi?
From the back of my mind I hear a whisper: can you survive without a heart?
Thank you for taking your time reading, but please, take time in reviewing. It does matter to know what you, guys, think for improvement. I am thinking of putting up a Miroku's side for this one. What you think?
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