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Since Then
By : TornEmpathy
Category: InuYasha > General
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Title: Since Then
Author: Rachel Elizabeth
Email: ceramicprincess (at) fanfiction (dot) net
Status: Tentatively ongoing
Genre: Romance/Comedy/Drama
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Spoilers�uh, sort of?
Summary: The crux of Sango and Miroku's feelings lie perilously close to being destroyed. It was high time for some intervention, but who knew it would be a child?
Proviso: Su-weet me. C�mon, you know you want to.
Author's Comments: So, no, this story isn�t dead, but I can�t promise that I will be updating it any time soon; we�ll just have to let it ride out and see. Since posting That Bleeding Heart I realized how messed up all my stories were and decided to go back and change the format. So, wah-lah, a new format. On a positive note, however, I have been tentatively working on the new chapter to this story. That should excite you, right? Especially since I had contemplated throwing this entire story away.
Feedback: So, at this point, it would be greatly appreciated to fuel the muse.
Dedication: To Jane, for helping me more than she knows with this story.

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�Restlessness�
Sango felt so . . . what do I feel? She wasn�t even sure what was going on. She couldn�t feign that she didn�t know what he had been talking about.

She knew.

Of course she knew, she had started the game with him. Instigated it. Added fuel to the fire, but she wasn�t repentant. For what it was worth, seeing Miroku without his robes on . . . she grinned sheepishly. And when he had brushed against her, she had had to force herself not to shiver. She fathomed that she was turning into Miroku.

Miroku.

She had never uttered his name out loud, never dared to. Name-basis relationships couldn�t be decent. Albeit, she did want to taste his name on her lips, hear how good it was going to resonate. �Miroku,� she whispered, savoring the taste and the sound on her lips.

Miroku almost stopped breathing. He had been dawdling in walking away, too satisfied with his new revelation. When he was but five or ten feet away he had hear it.

His name, her lips.

He almost ran back to her. Almost, but it was his turn to play. That wasn�t to say that he didn�t stop to listen or imagine other more interesting things as to why she uttered his name with such longing. He was, however, going to outdo her at her own gam

When she returned to the village a while later, it was night. Miroku was probably thoroughly asleep in his room, thinking lecherous thoughts regarding a village girl. What she hadn�t anticipated was finding was Miroku in her cabin, next to her bed on the floor, sleeping serenely. What�s he doing? Sango thought desperately. Sango was sure that this had to be one of his ruses, when all the sudden Shippou came barreling into her room.

�Shippou, what�s wrong?� Sango asked concernedly.

�Hi-ya Sango! I just wanted to tell you that . . . someone�s-sleeping-in-Miroku�s-room-tonight-because-Kaede-said-so-and-she-wanted-me-to-tell-you-to-let-you-know-he-was-gonna-sleep-in-here-with-you,� he had jumbled his words together so fast Sango had trouble catching up and when she finally did catch up, Shippou had bolted.

Miroku was sleeping . . . in here . . . with her.

She didn�t think that this was going to work, not with his roaming hands and the fact that she didn�t know what she would do if she woke up to find him on top of her or worse . . . wait. What am I saying? We�ve slept together out in the forest before, she thought, resigning herself to the fact that she could deal. She looked over at the sleeping Miroku.

Or not.

Forcing herself to tiptoe over to him to make sure he was asleep, she crawled over him quietly and slipped under her covers. It was difficult to go to sleep knowing that Miroku was laying right next to the bed. She wasn�t sure why she was having such trouble, but there it was.

The admission.

That she was having trouble going to sleep because the thought of Miroku laying next to her sleeping soundly gave her gooseflesh and she wasn�t sure why. He wasn�t doing anything, just sleeping undisturbed.

Albeit, next to her bed.

After she turned over onto her other side where she couldn�t look down and see Miroku, she was positive that she would fall asleep. However despite her best attempts, a half of an hour passed and another . . . and another. Still sleep eluded her and she sighed deeply in thought and stared harder at the ceiling.

�What is troubling you so, Sango-chan?� Miroku asked pointedly.

When she heard Miroku�s voice she about jumped out of her skin, yelling at him, �Houshi-sama I thought that you were asleep!�

Miroku grinned in the darkness and sat up next to her bed. �I have been awake since Shippou entered and told you of the newcomer.� Sango huffed in disbelief and didn�t say a word, too angered that he had lain next to her and heard her restlessness. She wasn�t sure if she was ready to find out if he had known why she was restless. Though she was sure that he knew why, especially the way he�d been acting after today.

�Why didn�t you say something, Houshi-sama?�

Instead of answering her, he asked, �Sango,��at the familiarity of this statement, she blushed in the darkness and thanked the Gods that he couldn�t see��You said my name this afternoon, I would love for it to come out of your beautiful mouth again.� Leave it to Miroku to sound as though he were pleading and being lecherous in the same instant.

Only Miroku.

So, why could she think his name with no trouble, but the thought of saying his name make her repulse? She knew the answer to that of course and that was of course, because she wanted to be familiar with him in her head so that he wouldn�t hurt her because woulwouldn�t let him. If she allowed herself to become familiar with him outside her thoughts, he was very liable to muck everything up.

He was still a lecher.

�You are avoiding my question, but it is just as well, I suppose. I�m going to bed.� At that pronouncement, she rolled over and closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep.

Under his breath, Miroku muttered, �And you have effectively avoided mine.� However, Miroku wasn�t so dumb as to think that she could roll over and fall instantly asleep, no matter how much she wanted to snore to let him think otherwise. He wasn�t through, and he certainly wasn�t done reminding her of what she had put him through these last few weeks. Standing up, he glared down at the figure laying curled in the bed snoring loudly. Gently shaking her awake by her shoulder, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

And waited.

However, still nothing came from the supposed sleeping girl and he was fast becoming irritated. She would not ignore him this way, not after today she knew he was planning on revenge, thus why she had stayed away from the village today after his run in with her. Shaking her harder as to wake her, she only rolled onto her back, ignoring him still. He wouldn�t be ignored for long, though. Walking outside, he grabbed the bucket next to the village well and walked to the lake.

Walking into her cabin again, he thought something had changed, but he wasn�t sure. Everything in the room seemed to be quieter than normal and he couldn�t see a figure on the bed anymore. Perhaps he was too far away and it was too dark outside to see anything. As he walked cautiously over to the bed with the bucket in his hand full of water, he noticed that she was not in her bed anymore.

That couldn�t be good.

She grabbed him by the wrists and spun him around to look at her. As she did this, the water accidentally flew out of his hands and somehow managed to go down behind her back and splash water all over her, effectively soaking her to the core. Shrieking in indignation she skidded forward on the water on the floor and landed with a thud on top of a now grinning Miroku.

The water worked.

With every good thing, however there had to be a balance. Kirara came bounding in to find her Mistress sputtering against the conflicting cold of the water and the heat of his chest, Sango glared down at Miroku.

Kirara sat and watched.

Not missing any opportunity, Miroku offered, �Here, let me warm you.� At this announcement Sango was sure he was going to do something perverted and preparing herself for his assault, she poised herself for attack. Nevertheless, he only took off some of his robe and wrapped it around her shoulders and slid his arms around her waist. Feeling his warm chest against her face, Sango shivered.

It was not a cold kind of shiver.

When Sango was emitting her own kind of heat, Miroku decided that it was enough. Picking her up in his naked arms, he laid her gently in her bed, but she only scratched his arms and begged him in a muffled voice to stay near her, muttering something to Kirara, the cat sauntered slowly out. He tried to argue that he would be right next to her bed, but she would have none of that. Instead, she started clawing harder at his arms, drawing blood.

He didn�t notice it.

The only thing Miroku noticed was the fire in her eyes and voice in the way she had talked to him. Perhaps this was wrong, but for one night, he could live with the consequences of the morning.

He didn�t get a chance to lie down.

She had finally grabbed his shoulders and made him inadvertently fall down on top of her on the bed. Lifting up the sheet, he tried to get under the covers with Sango and succeeded but ended up even more in contact with her warm body. He wasn�t sure how much of this he could take.

None.

As if finding himself, he reached his hands down and worked his hands up her thighs, under her clothes. Instead of slapping his hands away, Sango only gave involuntary shivers and mewed quietly.

This was wrong.

She was supposed to protest, but she didn�t. Hmm, Miroku thought; just what I need for my revenge. He brought his head slowly down to her neck, allowing her time to back out, but to his enjoyment, she did not.

Instead, she lifted to him.

Kissing her neck gently, he stroked his hands further up her clothes. All these days, not knowing or exploring the depth of which she felt for him, he had stayed away, but now, now she was opening to him like a flower. She was going to give him her heart.

He vowed that.

He would have her heart and his revenge this way. He would restrain, even if it killed him inside and he had to suffer the pain of her not speaking to him for a while. Pulling back from her, he gently lifted himself off of her as she clawed at him to return to her.

He didn�t.

Instead, he got out from under the covers and walked out.

Sango was heartbroken.
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Since Then	By : TornEmpathy Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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