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Stay What You Are
Chapter 1
Sango sent another wave of icy glares across the room at Miroku. He had been staring at her all night once they had arrived at the Inn, and she was starting to get annoyed by this sudden uncharacteristic behavior of his. Even though part of her secretly didn't mind all that much. It was just too unlike him not being out chasing after pretty girls, Sango was getting paranoid. "Miroku, shouldn't you be out groping woman or asking them to bear your child?" she said in a cold tone of voice. "What are you doing hanging around me all of the sudden?"
Miroku had a mischievous glint in his eye and was definitely planning something. The goofy smile he had on his face while eying his beloved only grew bigger and dumber at her question. "I thought you didn't like it when I asked other woman to bear my child, so I decided not to and spend some time with my comrades."
She shook her head and let out a frustrated growl. "Then why didn't you go with Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippou to go and get something to eat? Why do you have to be here with me!?" Sango didn't enjoy these mind games Miroku was playing with her, he was always too damn clever for his own good.
He shrugged and looked thoughtfully back at her, trying to come up with an answer that would please her. "Well, I wasn't very hungry or in the mood for more of Kagome and Inuyasha's bickering, and Shippou is just plain annoying at times." His eyes were glued to Sango the whole time hoping to see some reaction out of her face, he didn't. 'Guess I'll have to try harder then,' he thought to himself. "And as for spending time with you I just wanted to. We're never able to be alone like this, the two of us." The mood of the room quickly changed as Miroku's words hung heavy in the air. His smile diminished and he quickly put on his more brash and serious face.
The comment Miroku had made near the end about not being able to be alone together totally threw Sango off guard. She wasn't expecting something like that from a perverted houshi. Her voice quivered as she tried to respond back to him, "Wa- what are you saying?"
Miroku's eyes drilled into Sango's nervous and unsure face, he hoped that he would be able to diminish such doubts and worries soon. He was going to do his best to express his feelings for Sango without giving himself away. Sango never was always bright about when he was trying to pick her up. He also hoped he could gain a little more of a sense of how she felt. This was his plan. "I felt a sudden urge, no, need to be around you. I can't explain it, I just wanted to be with you."
This instantly sent a blush across Sango's face she was normally able to handle his advances on her but often the situation climaxed and she fell hopelessly into his clutches. Not this time. "Don't," she said with a flat tone. "Don't try to hint things that you don't mean. I don't know what your game is but I'm not playing along. I suggest you drop the subject."
A grin flashed across Miroku's face, he had no intention of giving up so easy when it was quite apparent he was starting to make Sango uneasy. He couldn't stop until he got his answers. "What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"
"Huh?" Sango couldn't believe Miroku was so stupid to even ask that question. Wasn't it obvious? Even Inuyasha couldn't be that slow. 'What's your game?' she thought. "I don't hate you, but I certainly don't like your wandering hands and all the womanizing you do."
Her answer didn't surprise Miroku one bit, because he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it, maybe to use as evidence that she was jealous. He really just wanted to know how she felt. "Somehow I already knew that."
"Then why did you ask?" Sango quickly interjected. She could never figure out how Miroku's mind worked. It was like he wanted the verbal beat down that was coming to him.
"Because I wanted to know how you felt." His eyes quickly averted their gaze from Sango's face down to the floorboards. Sango's reaction to things he said were never very predictable and things could go either way. He was careful not to put too much pressure on her. The last thing he wanted was her going off and exploding on him.
It was Sango's insides that felt like they were exploding. Her stomach twisted and turned into a giant knot and her heart ached from longing to be in a moment like this with him. She did her best not to blush but her inner emotions always managed to come out in the end. She could feel Miroku's eyes on her; she was stalling for time. She knew what she wanted to say but couldn't gather the courage to say it.
"Sango?" Miroku continued to curiously peer over at her wondering what was going through her head. He thought he had caught her but it wasn't any good if she didn't say anything. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes," she finally managed to choke out. His presence around her was intoxicating; the very essence of his being drove her wild. The care and compassion she saw in his eyes when he looked at her, and his stupid hentai grin that always makes him look so damn sexy. It all drove her utterly insane. Everything about him, the good, and the bad, made her want him all the more. To be his was her divine wish. "We shouldn't be doing this, houshi-sama."
His cocky smile quickly turned into a frown. That name she called him always annoyed the hell out of him. He did have a name after all. He let out a sigh, his plan was failing miserably. 'You're too good at shutting yourself out Sango, but I wont give in just yet.' "Sango," he said carefully, "We haven't done anything. I just need to know how you feel."
"Why?" she asked suddenly, her eyes darted over to him accusingly. She was using the only defense she had against him, her anger. She always managed to drive him away eventually. It was only a matter of time. "You've never cared before so don't start now."
A low growl escaped through Miroku's lips. The two of them always knew how to get on each other's nerves, Miroku being no exception to this. He often felt like he was the bad guy of the group, the pervert who could only think of women. "Sango, I'm sorry you feel so resentful towards me and perhaps I have it coming but don't act like I don't have any emotions either. People aren't made of stone, you and I are no exception to this."
'Damn,' Sango mentally cursed herself. Miroku was too good of a smooth talker for her sometimes. The eternal struggle, his cunning verses her anger. This was going to be a difficult situation to get out of but as always she had a safety. "Then don't treat me like I'm stone and that I wont break so easily. I have emotions too they also deserve to be respected. But that's something you can never do, right houshi-sama? You and your damn groping." The old make Miroku feel guilty card, never failed, right?
"I never said I was perfect," he quickly shot back. He could feel his anger rising, forget his cunning, he was pissed. It was the same old thing, he was a no good womanizer. How he loathed his stereotype. He could be more if people ever gave him a chance. "I just want someone to trust me for once, trust me with anything. I don't care what."
"How can I ever trust you when you're such a pervert!?" she yelled. She wasn't happy and he wasn't happy, things weren't going to end well. Signs of the final battle were in the air. "You just run off and do what you please with young women and never care about the rest of us."
Miroku's heart sank, Sango's words hit a soft spot he had been trying to cover up. The accusation about not caring for the rest of the group sent him reeling. He was emotionally wounded and felt it was time to end this game and let Sango have her way and send her off fuming. "Oh, forgive me, since when did you care about how I felt? Since when has anyone ever asked if I was all right? I'm just the hopeless happy-go-lucky pervert so naturally I can never feel pain or sorrow."
His harsh words did indeed make Sango angrier, but she wasn't ready to abandon the argument yet as things were beginning to heat up. "How would any of us ever know how you feel when you just cover everything up with your womanizing? You've never cared to tell anyone how you were feeling so don't blame us for not caring."
That was the final straw. Sango broke what little self-control Miroku had managed to muster up. He was ready to end it. "Don't ever say I've never cared to tell others how I feel. That's what I was intending to do tonight but as always I'm rejected and things blow up into a big argument. I give up Sango, you win. I'm tired of fighting with you and I'll just go back to hopeless pervert everyone sees me as." Part of Miroku felt awful for what he just said but part of him had been waiting to say it for a long time. Everyone was fed up with each other, he was just the first to admit it.
Needless to say Sango was completely shocked by his meltdown. Usually, Miroku was of a calmer demeanor and would never explode on people like that, Inuyasha maybe, but never him. She wasn't sure what she could really say but she knew something needed to be said. "It's not that simple, don't just cast other people aside and say they don't care. It's not fair to them."
"Why not? Isn't that what you always do to me? You just cast me aside and figure I don't give a damn about you and then close me off. You never let me try to help you or understand what you're going through. You're just as insecure and wrong as I' am." Under normal circumstances Miroku would be regretful for the comment and try to apologize. This time however things were different and they had both hurt each other.
Tears stung Sango's eyes as Miroku's figure looked blurred in front of her. They had taken their stabs at each other and now both of them were angry, resentful, and a bit confused. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and ran out of the room. The situation had become too unbearable. How horribly wrong they had been about each other.
Miroku watched as Sango ran out making no attempt to stop her. He didn't feel like stopping her, part of him was glad she ran off. He at least had a little while to then think and go after her later if need be.
After a little while of running Sango found herself just outside the village. She didn't want be around anyone else, she just needed some time alone to think. She continued walking into a small forest and found a place next to a small stream that suited her fancy. She sat down and let her body relax against one of the mighty trunks of a tree.
"What now?" she said out loud, letting her inner thoughts be known. "I can't help but wonder if he really meant the things he said, all of the things. Even about coming to talk with me."
She clenched her heart for a moment letting her tears escape freely not having to feel shame crying in front of Miroku. "I love that damn idiot and yet when I said those things to him and was glad. I hurt him and I didn't care, I didn't care that I hurt him. So then, do I love him or hate him?" She let out a small sob not knowing how she was truly feeling. Emotions are painful that way.
Miroku was still sitting in the same position after Sango had left the room. He hadn't moved an inch since then and wasn't sure if he was going to. He really did want to go after Sango but after all that had been said and done they both did a fair share of hurting each other. The only question now was who was going to swallow their pride and apologize.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath trying to remain calm and relaxed even though there was a war of emotions being waged inside his heart. He wanted so desperately to run after her and tell her he didn't mean those things and that he actually loved her. Yet, he still couldn't budge. Something inside him still was holding him back, those hurtful words spoken to him were unable to forgive.
"This is stupid," he seethed. "I should apologize for letting my emotions get out of hand. I'm sure she'd do the same. I need to show her that I do care, or she'll always doubt me. I have to go after her, even if I don't really want to. It's the right thing to do." Miroku reluctantly got up and walked out of the room. He only hoped he'd be able to return soon with Sango.
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Sorry about that, I realize the chapter isn't very long but I assure you I'll be writing longer chapters to this fic. I just like to start things off a little slow, forgive me. As for the first chapter I hope you're slightly interested in the fic. I'm eager to hear what people have to say so if you have time please review. Thank you.
Zero.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Stay What You Are
Chapter 1
Sango sent another wave of icy glares across the room at Miroku. He had been staring at her all night once they had arrived at the Inn, and she was starting to get annoyed by this sudden uncharacteristic behavior of his. Even though part of her secretly didn't mind all that much. It was just too unlike him not being out chasing after pretty girls, Sango was getting paranoid. "Miroku, shouldn't you be out groping woman or asking them to bear your child?" she said in a cold tone of voice. "What are you doing hanging around me all of the sudden?"
Miroku had a mischievous glint in his eye and was definitely planning something. The goofy smile he had on his face while eying his beloved only grew bigger and dumber at her question. "I thought you didn't like it when I asked other woman to bear my child, so I decided not to and spend some time with my comrades."
She shook her head and let out a frustrated growl. "Then why didn't you go with Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippou to go and get something to eat? Why do you have to be here with me!?" Sango didn't enjoy these mind games Miroku was playing with her, he was always too damn clever for his own good.
He shrugged and looked thoughtfully back at her, trying to come up with an answer that would please her. "Well, I wasn't very hungry or in the mood for more of Kagome and Inuyasha's bickering, and Shippou is just plain annoying at times." His eyes were glued to Sango the whole time hoping to see some reaction out of her face, he didn't. 'Guess I'll have to try harder then,' he thought to himself. "And as for spending time with you I just wanted to. We're never able to be alone like this, the two of us." The mood of the room quickly changed as Miroku's words hung heavy in the air. His smile diminished and he quickly put on his more brash and serious face.
The comment Miroku had made near the end about not being able to be alone together totally threw Sango off guard. She wasn't expecting something like that from a perverted houshi. Her voice quivered as she tried to respond back to him, "Wa- what are you saying?"
Miroku's eyes drilled into Sango's nervous and unsure face, he hoped that he would be able to diminish such doubts and worries soon. He was going to do his best to express his feelings for Sango without giving himself away. Sango never was always bright about when he was trying to pick her up. He also hoped he could gain a little more of a sense of how she felt. This was his plan. "I felt a sudden urge, no, need to be around you. I can't explain it, I just wanted to be with you."
This instantly sent a blush across Sango's face she was normally able to handle his advances on her but often the situation climaxed and she fell hopelessly into his clutches. Not this time. "Don't," she said with a flat tone. "Don't try to hint things that you don't mean. I don't know what your game is but I'm not playing along. I suggest you drop the subject."
A grin flashed across Miroku's face, he had no intention of giving up so easy when it was quite apparent he was starting to make Sango uneasy. He couldn't stop until he got his answers. "What did I ever do to make you hate me so much?"
"Huh?" Sango couldn't believe Miroku was so stupid to even ask that question. Wasn't it obvious? Even Inuyasha couldn't be that slow. 'What's your game?' she thought. "I don't hate you, but I certainly don't like your wandering hands and all the womanizing you do."
Her answer didn't surprise Miroku one bit, because he knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it, maybe to use as evidence that she was jealous. He really just wanted to know how she felt. "Somehow I already knew that."
"Then why did you ask?" Sango quickly interjected. She could never figure out how Miroku's mind worked. It was like he wanted the verbal beat down that was coming to him.
"Because I wanted to know how you felt." His eyes quickly averted their gaze from Sango's face down to the floorboards. Sango's reaction to things he said were never very predictable and things could go either way. He was careful not to put too much pressure on her. The last thing he wanted was her going off and exploding on him.
It was Sango's insides that felt like they were exploding. Her stomach twisted and turned into a giant knot and her heart ached from longing to be in a moment like this with him. She did her best not to blush but her inner emotions always managed to come out in the end. She could feel Miroku's eyes on her; she was stalling for time. She knew what she wanted to say but couldn't gather the courage to say it.
"Sango?" Miroku continued to curiously peer over at her wondering what was going through her head. He thought he had caught her but it wasn't any good if she didn't say anything. "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes," she finally managed to choke out. His presence around her was intoxicating; the very essence of his being drove her wild. The care and compassion she saw in his eyes when he looked at her, and his stupid hentai grin that always makes him look so damn sexy. It all drove her utterly insane. Everything about him, the good, and the bad, made her want him all the more. To be his was her divine wish. "We shouldn't be doing this, houshi-sama."
His cocky smile quickly turned into a frown. That name she called him always annoyed the hell out of him. He did have a name after all. He let out a sigh, his plan was failing miserably. 'You're too good at shutting yourself out Sango, but I wont give in just yet.' "Sango," he said carefully, "We haven't done anything. I just need to know how you feel."
"Why?" she asked suddenly, her eyes darted over to him accusingly. She was using the only defense she had against him, her anger. She always managed to drive him away eventually. It was only a matter of time. "You've never cared before so don't start now."
A low growl escaped through Miroku's lips. The two of them always knew how to get on each other's nerves, Miroku being no exception to this. He often felt like he was the bad guy of the group, the pervert who could only think of women. "Sango, I'm sorry you feel so resentful towards me and perhaps I have it coming but don't act like I don't have any emotions either. People aren't made of stone, you and I are no exception to this."
'Damn,' Sango mentally cursed herself. Miroku was too good of a smooth talker for her sometimes. The eternal struggle, his cunning verses her anger. This was going to be a difficult situation to get out of but as always she had a safety. "Then don't treat me like I'm stone and that I wont break so easily. I have emotions too they also deserve to be respected. But that's something you can never do, right houshi-sama? You and your damn groping." The old make Miroku feel guilty card, never failed, right?
"I never said I was perfect," he quickly shot back. He could feel his anger rising, forget his cunning, he was pissed. It was the same old thing, he was a no good womanizer. How he loathed his stereotype. He could be more if people ever gave him a chance. "I just want someone to trust me for once, trust me with anything. I don't care what."
"How can I ever trust you when you're such a pervert!?" she yelled. She wasn't happy and he wasn't happy, things weren't going to end well. Signs of the final battle were in the air. "You just run off and do what you please with young women and never care about the rest of us."
Miroku's heart sank, Sango's words hit a soft spot he had been trying to cover up. The accusation about not caring for the rest of the group sent him reeling. He was emotionally wounded and felt it was time to end this game and let Sango have her way and send her off fuming. "Oh, forgive me, since when did you care about how I felt? Since when has anyone ever asked if I was all right? I'm just the hopeless happy-go-lucky pervert so naturally I can never feel pain or sorrow."
His harsh words did indeed make Sango angrier, but she wasn't ready to abandon the argument yet as things were beginning to heat up. "How would any of us ever know how you feel when you just cover everything up with your womanizing? You've never cared to tell anyone how you were feeling so don't blame us for not caring."
That was the final straw. Sango broke what little self-control Miroku had managed to muster up. He was ready to end it. "Don't ever say I've never cared to tell others how I feel. That's what I was intending to do tonight but as always I'm rejected and things blow up into a big argument. I give up Sango, you win. I'm tired of fighting with you and I'll just go back to hopeless pervert everyone sees me as." Part of Miroku felt awful for what he just said but part of him had been waiting to say it for a long time. Everyone was fed up with each other, he was just the first to admit it.
Needless to say Sango was completely shocked by his meltdown. Usually, Miroku was of a calmer demeanor and would never explode on people like that, Inuyasha maybe, but never him. She wasn't sure what she could really say but she knew something needed to be said. "It's not that simple, don't just cast other people aside and say they don't care. It's not fair to them."
"Why not? Isn't that what you always do to me? You just cast me aside and figure I don't give a damn about you and then close me off. You never let me try to help you or understand what you're going through. You're just as insecure and wrong as I' am." Under normal circumstances Miroku would be regretful for the comment and try to apologize. This time however things were different and they had both hurt each other.
Tears stung Sango's eyes as Miroku's figure looked blurred in front of her. They had taken their stabs at each other and now both of them were angry, resentful, and a bit confused. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and ran out of the room. The situation had become too unbearable. How horribly wrong they had been about each other.
Miroku watched as Sango ran out making no attempt to stop her. He didn't feel like stopping her, part of him was glad she ran off. He at least had a little while to then think and go after her later if need be.
After a little while of running Sango found herself just outside the village. She didn't want be around anyone else, she just needed some time alone to think. She continued walking into a small forest and found a place next to a small stream that suited her fancy. She sat down and let her body relax against one of the mighty trunks of a tree.
"What now?" she said out loud, letting her inner thoughts be known. "I can't help but wonder if he really meant the things he said, all of the things. Even about coming to talk with me."
She clenched her heart for a moment letting her tears escape freely not having to feel shame crying in front of Miroku. "I love that damn idiot and yet when I said those things to him and was glad. I hurt him and I didn't care, I didn't care that I hurt him. So then, do I love him or hate him?" She let out a small sob not knowing how she was truly feeling. Emotions are painful that way.
Miroku was still sitting in the same position after Sango had left the room. He hadn't moved an inch since then and wasn't sure if he was going to. He really did want to go after Sango but after all that had been said and done they both did a fair share of hurting each other. The only question now was who was going to swallow their pride and apologize.
He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath trying to remain calm and relaxed even though there was a war of emotions being waged inside his heart. He wanted so desperately to run after her and tell her he didn't mean those things and that he actually loved her. Yet, he still couldn't budge. Something inside him still was holding him back, those hurtful words spoken to him were unable to forgive.
"This is stupid," he seethed. "I should apologize for letting my emotions get out of hand. I'm sure she'd do the same. I need to show her that I do care, or she'll always doubt me. I have to go after her, even if I don't really want to. It's the right thing to do." Miroku reluctantly got up and walked out of the room. He only hoped he'd be able to return soon with Sango.
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Sorry about that, I realize the chapter isn't very long but I assure you I'll be writing longer chapters to this fic. I just like to start things off a little slow, forgive me. As for the first chapter I hope you're slightly interested in the fic. I'm eager to hear what people have to say so if you have time please review. Thank you.
Zero.