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Love Potion # Kyuu	By : SplendentGoddess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 15093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6 - Sango's tears and Miroku's feelings
Sango barely registered the sound of the doormat falling back into place, as Inuyasha left to give her and Miroku their privacy. Kneeling beside the unconscious monk, she continued to whisper apologies while silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Praying that the sound of her voice would help bring him back into the world of the living, the taijiya raised her voice after a moment, speaking at a normal volume while continuing to beg forgiveness for her foolishness. Sure, she had clobbered him one with Hiraikotsu before in the past, but never anywhere near as hard as she had hit him this time. An occasional bonk on the head could be considered all in good fun, especially if he had said or done something perverted to deserve receiving a lump for his troubles, but actually knocking a person unconscious was no laughing matter. She could have seriously injured him and she was tremendously relieved that Inuyasha had been so quick to assure her that he would be fine. She trusted the hanyou's nose, so she did believe that Miroku would be okay, but that didn't mean she wasn't still distraught over seeing him sprawled out as he currently was. Catching sight of his brow furrowing slightly in his sleep, Sango immediately got excited, adding more passion to her plea as well as a confession.
"Oh, Houshi-sama...Miroku...I'm so, so sorry. Please wake up! You were right, I do love you. Do you hear me? I love you, Miroku."
Slowly, the houshi began to stir, although Sango's lack of youkai senses meant that she was unaware of his rising levels of consciousness as she continued to cry over his still form. It took Miroku a minute to get his bearings, although it didn't take him too long to lock onto the sound of his beloved's voice, Sango's heartfelt confession quickly dulling the pain of his raging headache into manageable levels. He would gladly endure the worst tortures imaginable if it meant he could hear those lovely words spoken to him for the rest of his life.
Probably for the first time since acquiring his kazaana, his 'cursed' hand really did move of its own accord, as his mind continued to linger in that blissful state between sleep and awake. He had heard Sango's confession, but it wasn't until his hand came into direct contact with the slayer's supple backside that he snapped into full consciousness, his eyes opening wide as he immediately realized that he hadn't been dreaming. Another first was Sango's reaction to the contact, because instead of getting upset and slapping him or shouting Hentai, she laughed while sobbing, her voice a mixture of joy and relief as she flung herself across him and hugged him for all he was worth, completely uncaring of his 'inappropriate' gesture, even when he grew bolder by giving her rump a little squeeze while his other hand found its way to her back, returning her embrace.
Finally pulling up and away, Sango gracefully plucked Miroku's hand from her rear, holding his hand in both of hers as she stared lovingly into his smiling eyes. Eyes that quickly took on a bit of a frown as they noted the way tear tracks stained her face.
Reaching up with his other hand, Miroku gently brushed his fingers across her cheek while murmuring, "My dearest Sango, please do not cry. It doesn't suit you."
Blushing despite herself, Sango tried to gather whatever little dignity she had left by immediately straightening her shoulders, allowing herself to be weak in his presence no longer, but when she unconsciously switched back into her more formal patterns of speech his frown only deepened, reaching the edge of his lips.
"My apologies, Houshi-sama," she started, a shudder visibly running through her as she thought once again of how much more seriously he could have been injured. "I have no excuse for allowing my anger to take control of me like that. Please, if you can find it in-"
"Don't." he cut her off unexpectedly, a finger to her lips. Sango's eyes widened in surprise at his authoritative tone, but before she could misunderstand and think he was actually rejecting her apology, he was quick to continue with, "Please don't call me that."
"Houshi-sama?" she voiced quietly in confusion, her question holding a double-meaning as she addressed him while also clarifying his statement.
"Yes, that." he answered her, his eyes softening as he lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. "Don't call me that. Not now that my ears have been blessed with the sound of my given name from your lips."
Her eyes widened further at that, her blush quickly returning to her cheeks as she realized his statement solidified her silent quandary as to whether or not he had heard her confession of love.
"As you wish...Miroku." Sango whispered softly in reply, the name feeling incredibly right as it rolled off her tongue without difficulty.
His frown immediately became a smile again upon hearing his name escape her lips once more. Taking his free hand from her cheek and bringing it to the back of his head to examine the extent of the damage, he chuckled quietly to himself as he vowed to never let himself get on her bad side ever again. Shifting so that he could sit up, Sango immediately moved to assist him, and within moments he was sitting with his back leaning against the wall of the hut, Sango kneeling right beside him as if ready to attend to his every need. Her posture bespoke of submission, as she unconsciously lowered herself enough so that Miroku's head rested higher than her own, as she peered up at him through her bangs. Miroku found the sight displeasing, having always admired Sango's spitfire personality. She wasn't some subservient female. She was a warrior. She was his equal. Miroku never would have guessed it from his years as a womanizer, but it turned out that a woman who was his equal, and perhaps in some ways even his better, was exactly what he had been looking for. So it was with a heavy sigh born more from regret than frustration that he in turn shifted to grab her forearms in that moment, tugging gently until she got the hint and sat up properly. Taking one hand he hooked her chin and tilted her face up to meet his eyes, grinning as he did so.
"And don't slouch, either." he teased, pretending he didn't know she was submitting to him as a good wife should. "It's bad for your back."
"Miroku..." Sango started in that moment, her eyes sparkling with the threat of new tears. "I'm so sorry for my actions. You didn't deserve it."
He brushed off her apology with a wave of his hand. "I've taken worse." he stated truthfully, rubbing at the back of his head once more, wincing only slightly. "I shall be fine," he assured her then, adding, "And your anger was quite justified. I should not have stooped so low to determine your feelings, and now it is our friends who must pay the price for my foolishness. It is I who needs to apologize to you, Sango, for what I attempted to do to you, and I who needs to apologize to them, for what I have caused."
"I can't speak for them, and that is a bit of a mess, but as for myself, I forgive you." Sango stated with sincerity in her voice. "There are many different herbs in the world that do many different things, so at first I had thought that you'd wanted only to bed me. To get me drunk and unable to resist you. But I should have realized right away that that couldn't have possibly been the case, because if Kagome-chan had merely been altered in such a way, I should have known that Inuyasha would not have acted on, or probably even thought of, taking advantage of her in such a way. He has more honor than that."
Miroku closed his eyes in relief at her offer of forgiveness, the subtle barb at his own honor passing easily since he knew he deserved it. As her words about Inuyasha fully sank in, though, he opened his eyes to meet her gaze with a troubled expression. He needed to know for sure.
"Did they?"
"They did." Sango confirmed. "Kagome-chan bore a mating mark on her throat."
He closed his eyes again, having hoped he'd been mistaken, since he had just barely caught sight of the mark before Sango had gotten to him. Quietly, he asked, "How is she fairing?" He remembered the miko's ire well, and could only pray that he had taken the brunt of her aggression himself, because it truly would not be fair to shift the blame to Inuyasha. He shuddered a bit at the thought of receiving the hanyou's anger next. A second wallop from Hiraikotsu would probably be preferable.
"She is apparently suffering a bad reaction to the herbs." Sango informed him then, knowing that that part wasn't really his fault since she knew how certain herbs could make some people sick while not bother others at all. "She got sick and had to run outside, and Inuyasha said she was throwing up again, so she's probably been sick all morning."
Miroku felt even worse at that news, never having wanted to cause the young miko such distress.
"How is she...otherwise?" he dared ask in that moment, Sango's words letting him know he had missed a bit of conversation after he'd been knocked out.
"I am honestly not certain, although at my initial anger with Inuyasha Kagome-chan did assure me that she had been the aggressor, acting on her feelings with purpose, apparently to the point where Inuyasha came to comply with her wishes. I do not know any of the details, nor do I want to, but their statements were enough for me to realize which herbs you must have actually used in that tea." Taking a deep breath, Sango's cheeks were deep crimson as she confessed, "And if I had consumed it...I would have approached you the same way as she approached Inuyasha."
Miroku's heart soared at those words, and reaching forward and squeezing her hand, he met her eyes with his before offering up a confession of his own.
"I know you must be aware of my feelings by now, but I also know you deserve to hear the words spoken from me directly, so here they are. Sango, my sweet, I love you more than life itself. I am by no means a perfect man, and what I did was wrong, but if my plan had worked, if I would have come to confirm your feelings by brazen actions brought on by my tea, I would not have considered you a conquest. I considered my idea what Kagome-sama has called 'killing two birds with one stone', in that I would have learned of your love and gotten to share in your body at the same time, but it is my intention to remain faithful to you. I cannot guarantee that I will stop my flirtatious ways altogether, because that is a part of who I am, but I do swear to you that you are the only woman I want, and the only woman I will allow myself to have, from this moment onward."
Sango wanted to cry again at Miroku's promise, although they were tears of joy this time, as her heart warmed her body from the inside, his words wrapping around her soul like a security blanket. Idly playing with the prayer beads sealing his kazaana, Sango glanced down at the hand she held in her own before speaking.
"I forget sometimes..." she started, "...how life has been made shorter for you." Giving his cursed hand a squeeze, she glanced up to meet his eyes again. "You are a good man, Miroku. You're a lousy monk, but you're a good man." He chuckled a bit. "I can't really blame you for wanting to live life in the moment, when it is true that any moment might be your last."
"That is why..." he started slowly, curling his fingers to grip her hand in return, "I have strived for an heir."
"I know that, but surely you must realize how upsetting it is for me to hear you always ask strange women to bed with you."
"I do realize that, now, and I give you my word I will ask it no longer. My need for an heir had stemmed from my need to have a successor to continue in the fight against Naraku, should I die before successfully slaying him myself. But now I have you...and our other friends, who are all sharing in this goal together. If I should die by my curse, or by any other means, before Naraku is felled, I do not need an heir who would require time to grow up before being able to avenge me when I have my friends whom I have faith shall succeed in that goal in short order."
"You know if anything ever happened to you I would kill Naraku twice as hard." Sango confirmed, making him chuckle again. "I cannot help wondering, though..." the slayer continued hesitantly, unsure if she wanted to hear the reason. "Why is it that you never asked me?"
He merely blinked at her in surprise, so sighing a little, she elaborated. "I have heard it from Kagome-chan that you propositioned her in the beginning the same as any other woman, and only refrained from continuing to flirt with her after Inuyasha threatened you." It was Sango's turn to chuckle as she found herself wishing she could have known them back then; she would've liked to have seen that. "But how come you never asked me?" she asked again, her brief amusement gone in the face of her nervousness over his answer.
Sighing himself, Miroku gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing her, studying his cursed hand himself for a moment before closing his eyes and thinking of how best to answer her. He knew she deserved nothing but honesty, so he would be honest.
"Because, my dear Sango, when we first met, you were a broken woman." he began, hoping his reasoning would not offend her. "Naraku had just slaughtered your family, desecrating your entire village and tricking you into believing it was Inuyasha. You were heartbroken and confused over your brother's actions, and you were physically weak from having nearly been killed, yourself. As you lied unconscious from your injuries, I wanted so badly to comfort you, to shelter you from any further heartache, that I knew the least I could do would be to spare you from that awful, infernal question. Most women merely giggle, not taking me seriously though I always have been, but with you...such a proposition would not only have been incredibly inappropriate, but also potentially harmful, if you mistakenly thought I felt so little sympathy for you that I would discard your well-being in order to use your body for my own personal gain. You did not deserve an attack of that nature after everything else you had just been through."
Sango listened to his words, her respect for him increasing along with her love. Thinking back on the chaos that had surrounded their initial meeting, she agreed that that would have been the worst possible timing in the world, if he had dared to ask her such a thing back in the beginning. But how long had they been traveling together, now?
"But what about later?" she asked him then. "After we began traveling together? After we became friends?"
"That's exactly it, we became friends. I began to care for you, Sango, and I quickly found that I couldn't use you in such a way. You are my fellow warrior, sharing the same enemy as I. How could I incapacitate you by making you with-child when it's the fire in your eyes as we chase after Naraku that continues to give me hope for our inevitable success? How could I condemn you to the burden of raising a child alone should the fait I fear the most come to pass? True, in my past quest for an heir I would have been doing exactly that, but to a stranger for whom I held no deep emotional attachment. My love for you has proven to be my undoing, just as Mushin-sama had warned when he taught me as a small boy never to fall in love, like my father before me. I have no memory of my mother, Sango. Have I ever told you that? The woman was a stranger to me, and my father, and she gave me to him to raise as soon as I was off her milk. It was the goal I had been taught to strive for, myself; to find a woman willing to produce my offspring, and nothing more. Naraku's curse doesn't leave room for happy endings."
Sango couldn't help the tears that gathered in her eyes at his words, her heart breaking on his behalf. But one thing suddenly struck a cord, as she continued to think about it. If the reason he had decided never to ask her if she would bear his child was because he had decided to spare her from the potential negative side effects of that decision, because of his growing feelings for her, then what, exactly, had he been hoping to accomplish with that tea of his?
"But what if your plan had been successful?" she asked him then. "I mean, last night...if we had-"
"You would not have become pregnant, Sango." he interrupted, knowing where she was going with her question because it seemed as if his words had just contradicted his actions. "It is not the right time of the month for you to conceive." he added, letting her know he had indeed thought his plan through, at least in that one regard.
The crimson that stained her cheeks at his statement was so dark Miroku found himself wondering if there was any blood left in the rest of her body, though he knew better than to tease her about her embarrassment out loud. But the fact remained that he was right, and he knew he was right. And, more importantly, Sango knew he was right. She would not be a very proficient warrior woman if she did not keep track of her own cycle. Especially being a youkai slayer, considering how most malicious youkai would be attracted to the scent of her blood if she were out on a hunt during that time of the month. It was a precaution she had had to incorporate into her training, being a female taijiya. Miroku had become aware of her cycle during an amusing, or at least amusing to him, conversation that had taken place one night as they camped, when Sango had been fiddling nervously with a strand of her hair. Suddenly out of nowhere little Shippou had asked Sango why she was so nervous, and if it had had anything to do with her bleeding time. All activity had come to a screeching halt, as Sango had looked ready to skin poor Shippou alive while Inuyasha had looked ready to make a run for the hills, a quick, pleading glance from Kagome being the only thing that stayed his feet. Shippou, oblivious to how uncomfortable a topic that was for at least two of the adults present, had proceeded to puff his chest in pride while assuring Sango that both he and Inuyasha would make sure that nothing happened to her, in reference to a nasty youkai being lured by her scent. According to the kitsune, Kagome had explained to him, despite Inuyasha's protests, how the human female's body worked, apparently because the kit had been caught off guard the first time he had smelled Kagome's blood after joining up with her and Inuyasha.
That had been before he had joined them, so Miroku had unfortunately missed that conversation, but this night with Sango had eventually resulted in Inuyasha huffing, grabbing the kit by the scruff of his neck while barking out "That's enough, runt." and stating quickly as he glanced Sango's way with his own blush staining his cheeks that she didn't have to worry about her scent bothering him because he was used to it, a quick glance in Kagome's direction causing the miko's cheeks to darken as well. Inuyasha had offered that statement of reassurance because of a conversation he had overheard between Sango and Kagome the day before, when the slayer had asked Kagome how he reacted to...certain things...and if there was anything she needed to know. After a few minutes of beating around the bush, the future-born miko had finally gotten Sango's meaning and had assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Aside from some mild 'kids say the darndest things'-induced embarrassment, that had been true, and it had never been an issue since.
Miroku had gotten Inuyasha alone as soon as he could after that, curiosity getting the better of him as far as just how good Inuyasha's nose really was, and the monk had found out that he could not only smell that, but every change that happened in their bodies throughout the entire month, including when they were most fertile. He had gotten the hanyou to explain, albeit reluctantly, when a human female was most able to conceive in relation to her cycle, and he had been keeping track of Sango's internal calendar ever since. It was true that he was a pervert and a horn dog, but it was also true that his feelings and concerns for Sango were genuine, and he did not want to risk an accidental pregnancy before the curse of the kazaana was lifted. He hadn't known when, or even if, he and Sango would ever actually get together, but he had wanted to be prepared, just in case. It was because of his reasoning, his need to be careful, that Inuyasha had relented and told him what he'd wanted to know, since in the end he really did have Sango's best interests at heart.
Confessing to Sango in that moment how he had been keeping track of something so intimate, the slayer didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him.
He might be a hentai, but he's my hentai... she thought then, shaking her head in amusement despite herself.
"Sango..." Miroku spoke up again in that moment, earning her attention.
"Yeah?"
"I am sorry that my failure to ask you that question left you in doubt of my desire for you."
"That's all right." she assured him. "I understand and truly appreciate your reasoning, now that it has been explained to me."
"I have a different question I could pose to you instead, Sango, that I believe will make up for my past foolishness."
Her eyes grew huge at that, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest as he turned and took both of her hands in his own.
"Sango...my dear, sweet, beautiful Sango..." he began, reaching up with one hand to wipe away her tears with the back of his fingers. "After Naraku has been defeated, and the curse of the kazaana lifted so that it will neither take my life nor be passed down to my children..."
She was so nervous she would have been biting her fingernails were it not for the way he again held both of her hands in his, her heart threatening to break out of her ribcage. Was he about to ask her what she thought he was about to ask her?
"Will you be my wife?"
"Yes!" she cried, pulling her hands from his grasp as she lunged herself forward, embracing him for all he was worth.
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