This is dedicated to Skye from Kenshin.it who wanted to read this, and me (stupid me! kicks self) never sent it to her.It Will Rain Forever In My Heart
By: Kitten Kisses
A young man leaned against the wall at his back, soaking up the warmth of the fire before him. It was a chilly winter night, and the sun had gone down over an hour ago, leaving the air chiller than it had been during the day. Across from the makeshift camp lay Sango, a demon exterminator that he had partnered up with a year previously. She was sleeping peacefully, resting up from the last battle. At her side lay her pet youkai, Kirara, curled up in a ball sleeping serenely. Shippou was sleeping up next to the fire; the little fox-child holding tightly to his surrogate mother, Kagome. Kagome held the kit, her arms wrapped protectively around him. The young man looked up into one of the surrounding trees, spotting the red haori of his hanyou companion instantly. Inuyasha slept up in the tree, dozing in a light sleep, but he was easily spotted, for there were no leaves on the trees at this time of year.
He stared into the fire, his thoughts tumbling through his head. He felt different tonight, strange even. As if something were to happen soon. The wall behind him was really a makeshift fence that someone had put up but never bothered to replace with something sturdier. He sighed heavily, shifting his position, and watching the red embers of the fire dull.
'Today…is different.' He decided to himself, watching the orange and red flames dance together in rhythm. Something was about to happen. Something important, and he did not know what it was.
"Miroku…?" A voice startled him out of his reverie.
"Yes Sango?" He asked, slightly shocked, but he covered it well. He hadn't even seen the exterminator move.
"Is something the matter?" she asked, sitting beside him. "You look…worried."
"It is nothing Sango," he replied, not really knowing what he should tell her.
"But," she insisted. "It must be something, you don't usually act so odd. And don't even think about it!" she admonished, moving a little distance away.
"My dear Sango, whatever do you mean?" he asked, feigning innocence. He didn't really like to make her angry, it had become a necessity.
"Jeez, what do you think?" she stopped to stare at him for awhile before looking down at her hands. "Come on, Miroku, whatever it is, you can tell me." She looked back up at him with compassion in her eyes. "It isn't the air rip, is it?"
"No, I don't think so…" he frowned slightly, the edges of his mouth tugging downward. "But, then again, I don't really know much about it. I could die tomorrow for all I know."
"Miroku!" Sango gasped, eyes flashing upward in one quick motion. "How could you say something like that?!" her voice lowered immediately. "Don't worry, we won't let you get pulled in. We will defeat Naraku, and you will live many more years."
"Sango," he sighed heavily. "Nothing is as simple as that. If I told you I was to die in a week, would we set out to slaughter Naraku now? And what if we were not able to reach him in time? Nobody should be bothered by my problems. They are mine to deal with, and I shall deal with them myself."
Sango sighed and shifted her weight before gazing up at him again. "Miroku…" she whispered. "No one should have to deal with their burdens alone." She looked back down at the ground, reminiscing of days long gone. Kohaku…oh how she missed him. "Everyone has problems, Miroku..." She looked down at her hands sadly. "But," she continued, "We have friends to help us when we need them. You have to trust us, Miroku. We'll stand by your side no matter what." She could feel tears gathering in her eyes. Kohaku…
Miroku listened to what Sango had to say. Yes, he had slowly become friends with the group of misfits that had become his companions.
"We will seek out Naraku. We will fight him, and we may die, but at least we can say that we tried. If anyone should happen to fall in battle, Naraku will pay dearly."
"I won't let you die, Sango." Miroku looked down at her seriously, his lechery forgotten.
"Thank you, Miroku," she smiled faintly. "But, if I should die anyway, I would hope that you, Inuyasha, and Kagome would take revenge for the destruction of my village."
"The same here," Miroku smiled, reaching out his hand. "If I should fall before the end, I would want you to do the same for me. Vengeance on the man who brought this curse upon me and my descendents."
Sango smiled, and the two shook hands on the deal. "Oh," she interjected. "You would…take care of Kirara, would you not?"
"Surely." He nodded. "But let us hope that this will not be the case."
"Thank you, Miroku," she smiled, embracing the monk. "You won't forget, will you?"
"Of course not," he grinned, remembering that he was supposed to be lecherous, but decided that maybe, just this once, he would let the charade slide.
(wow, I just realized that this would be a super good spot to chop it off at…hehe… This right up there would make a ½ decent one-shot…actually it'd probably be better without the rest of the story… )