Miroku rested his head on the wooden plank before him. He watched the blue water swish and wave as his body swayed in time with the liquid. His eyes drooped with exhaustion, but he forced them back open. Sango was still unconscious, and if she fell off the plank she would certainly drown. He would wake her but she needed rest. Maybe if her body retained enough energy, the baby could be saved.

Miroku smiled. How pathetic. He wanted to save Naraku's baby. It was pretty sad.

Sango moaned in pain. She subconsciously grabbed at her stomach, contorting her body in pain. She cried out as she bled again, adding to the dried stain on the wood between her legs. Miroku bit his bottom lip. It had been extremely hard to keep her up during the storm, with the waves crashing into them and the rain beating down on them. Miroku was exhausted from the whole ordeal. Damn that stupid Taka. Or should he say; damn that stupid Naraku.

Now Sango's miscarriage wasn't looking so great. At first he thought maybe it was all her period. But then he had to mentally smack himself. She was pregnant. There was no period. Duh. So there was only one explanation, much to Miroku's chagrin.

Sango groaned again. "M-Miroku…"she whispered coarsely. "Help….It…hurts so bad…"

Miroku winced. He wanted to help. But how could he? They were floating on a board in the middle of the ocean! He narrowed his eyes. There was only one thing that he could do. Miroku raised one arm above his head and dipped it into the water below. He pushed the liquid behind him, holding onto the board with his other arm. He propelled them forward slowly but surely. They had to get to an island. Somewhere with water, land and herbs. Most preferably somewhere with a doctor, but that wasn't probable.

Sango felt herself moving. Where was she? Why was she floating? Why did her stomach hurt so bad? Where was Taka? What about Naraku? Miroku…Was he ok? And her stomach…why wouldn't it stop throbbing? What was going on? Why couldn't she open her eyes? It was as if she were conscious but not…

Miroku felt the sweat running down his neck and face. He quickly swiped it away. This was exhausting. He looked up at the sky, the sun beating down on them. Heat radiated through his black kimono, the salty water burning his flesh. He squinted. Where were they? What direction where they heading? That's when it hit him. Japan was closer than China, and it was an archipelago country. Meaning there were thousands of islands to stop at.

Miroku stared at the sun. It was halfway to the center of the sky, meaning it rose to the left. Opposite of that was west. Meaning that was the direction of Japan. Miroku switched his direction to west. He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought of that before! His brain wasn't working right. The heat must have been getting to him.

The day soon turned to night, Miroku's exhaustion only increasing. He slowed his pace. He couldn't do this. It would take days, maybe even weeks to return to his home country. The storm had blown them so far away. He closed his eyes, his body succumbing to his tiredness. He slumped onto the board, next to Sango's head. He shook her lightly, trying to wake her. If she could watch for just an hour…

Sango squirmed and turned over. She opened her eyes slowly, pain on her face. When she saw him she smiled, however.

"Miroku," she greeted, "I'm so glad you're ok."

A searing pain shot through her body. She cried out and grabbed at her stomach. Glancing down, the blood pool stood out ominously before her. It took her a moment to put two and two together, but when she did, it was instant. She screamed and felt the tears stream down her face.

"Lay down," Miroku instructed, his voice small. He felt as if he were going to faint. Sango did as she was told, clenching her eyes shut together in agony. It hurt so bad! Miroku felt her forehead, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't really go on with the swimming while he was in this state. But Sango was only getting worse. Miroku began to pull the board along as he swam again.

Sango glanced over at him. He was pale and sweating.

"Miroku…" Sango began. But he didn't respond. Instead, he collapsed into the water. Sango panicked and thrust her arm into the water, snatching up his wrist. She pulled him up onto the wood, letting water spill over the flat edge. Miroku coughed up water, spitting and choking on the liquid. He wheezed as he rested his head on the now wet board, and drifted off to sleep.

Sango didn't know what to do. He obviously hadn't slept in hours. He couldn't go on. But if she got in the water in her state she would surely loose the baby.

Miroku or Naraku's child?

Sango couldn't decide. As senile as it sounded, she couldn't help but love the baby inside her. She was attached to it, both emotionally and physically. She couldn't help it. She didn't want to mother Naraku's child. She really didn't. But she didn't exactly want it to die either. She loved it.

But she loved Miroku more.

Sango lowered herself into the water. Hoisting Miroku onto the board, they switched roles. Sango proceeded to swim, Miroku in tow. After only a few minutes, her breathing became shallow. How could Miroku do this for four hours?! It was exhausting!

Sango felt something brush up against her leg.

Oh. Fuck.

A shark swam beneath her feet. It slowly slimed its way around and between her legs, drinking up the blood pouring from her body. Sango felt herself go numb. How could she have been so stupid?! The blood from her miscarrying was attracting sharks! She panicked. What could she do? They were as good as dead now! And it was all her fault.

She nudged Miroku quickly, feeling herself shake with fear. He groggily murmured something she couldn't understand, but soon after looked at her. She was staring at the water below. Miroku followed her gaze, then widened his eyes in shock. He quickly yanked Sango up onto the board with him, feeling it sink down a little with their weight.

"You idiot!" Miroku yelled. "Why did you do that?! I had you up here for a reason!"

Sango blushed at both her stupidity and her position. She was laying on Miroku.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered.

Miroku grunted. "God you're retarded. Now we have to stay like this until the blood blends with the water."

Sango nodded.

"Not like I have a serious problem with it or anything," he mumbled. Sango blushed and smiled. So what if they were stranded in the middle of no where and her baby was dead? At least they were together and safe.

Eventually, the shark left. Sango and Miroku both had fallen asleep, curled up in each other's arms.

When Sango awoke, she was in a hut. Keade's hut. She sat up, rubbing her head, but immediately regretted it. Her stomach ached and began to bleed. She opened her kimono to discover an enormous gash on her stomach, where stitches were up until a moment ago. She thought it over, but couldn't remember a thing.

Miroku! Where was Miroku?! Sango looked around the room frantically, but he was no where to be seen.

"Miroku?!" she called desperately. Her head throbbed. Her private area hurt. Her stomach ached. She needed him. If he was dead….She felt the water return to her eyes.

Miroku walked into the room, carrying a basket full of herbs. He let the bamboo door cover fall after him, smiling at the sun on his way in. He turned his attention to Sango, his eyes widening. He quickly ran over to her, squatting next to her. He placed the basket at her side and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Sango…Are you ok?"

Sango nodded, staring down at her stomach yet again. It was depressing, loosing a baby. She had only been about three months, not even, along, but it still hurt. It seemed that everyone she loved died on her.

Except Miroku.

"I'm glad," he sighed with relief.

Sango looked up at him, her eyes drenched with fresh tears. Miroku looked at her quizzically.

"Sango…? Are you ok?"

She threw herself at him, knocking him over with her force. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, laying on him. Miroku blushed. Whoa. He raised his left hand and stroked her hair slowly, and wrapped his other arm around her waist. Sango felt his wind tunnel beads dig into her skin, reminding her of the plague that would soon take him away from her too.

Miroku felt her tears fall on his heart hard, emotional bullets paining him. He proceeded to rub her back, then say up, holding her to him. He pulled her away slightly to look her in the eyes.

"Sango what's the matter?"

Sango sniffed, bringing her hand to her eyes to wipe her tears. "It's n-nothing…" she sobbed.

"Now don't be ridiculous," Miroku responded, seriousness in his voice. He rubbed her back more, softly and slowly. "You never cry. Something must be wrong. Please tell me. I'm here to talk."

Sango turned her head away, feeling melodramatic. "You won't understand."

Miroku placed his hand on her cheek gently, and turned her face to his. He rubbed her smooth skin with his thumb, caressing her lovingly. Her eyes softened with more tears at his actions.

"But I want to understand Sango. I want to help you. I love you."

Sango raised her hand and placed it over his one on her cheek. She felt her own tears drip onto their hands, and she tried to stop crying. But the more she tried, the more she thought about her past. And the more she wept.

"I-it's just that…It's just that everyone…e-everyone…..is gone….No matter how hard I try I just c-cant seem to protect the ones I l-love! Father, the village, my friends, my family, Kohaku, this baby….," She glanced up at him, then rubbed the beads on his hand. "You."

Miroku stared down at her, a seriousness in his eyes.

"Sango…you have a good heart."

Sango sniffed as she raised an eyebrow. Was this really the time…?

"What do you mean?"

Miroku smiled at her, that cheerful, boyish smile that always made her heart flutter. "You worry too much. I know it's been very hard for you, and that you have lost a lot. I understand that. But that's why I'm here. To comfort you, and to hold you, as we are now. I know I offer you the best consolation anyone can offer, so here I will stay. Have no fear, my dear Sango, you cannot get rid of me so easily. No curse is going to tear us apart."

Sango stared into his trusting purple eyes, a small smile forming on her lips.

"I promise."

With that, Miroku leaned down and captured her lips in a passionate, slow kiss. As if he were placing a seal on his promising words. They broke apart reluctantly, and smiled at each other.

"How do I know you'll keep that promise, monk?" Sango joked, feeling the joy spark back in her.

Miroku smirked, pulling her closer by the waist. "That's exactly it my dear," he said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I'm a monk. And love is a virtue. I can't turn away from those obligations, now can I?"

There you go. Should I continue? I don't know. Tell me in reviews please!!