Short, shitty ending. I'm more focused on my other story, Honor, right now, so yeah. This was more for fun than anything else anyway, so…done. Hope you like it anyway. Review if you want, but please no flames. I know it's corny and predictable. And cheesy. But hey, you've got nothing better to do, right? So just go on and read it.

Miroku sighed. He stared at himself in the water, his reflection rippling. His eyes narrowed at himself, and he thrust his hand into the water, causing it to splash , then reform. He buried his face in his hands, feeling the coolness of the water upon his face, accompanied by the smoothness of his wind tunnel beads.

His wind tunnel…

It was soon going to close. He had wanted so badly to be with Sango, to break this curse. To hold her in his arms and kiss her deeply. To marry her, and tell her each and every night that he loved her. To wake up next to her each and every morning, her beautiful face in front of him. To have children with her. To watch them grow up with her. To grow old with her. To die with her. To love he forever, and have no worries.

But he knew that it was all in vein. This god damned win tunnel was threatening to open any day. And there was no way he was going to risk having her fall in love with him, then just die on her. He had tried so hard to push her away, to stop her from loving him. He had flirted continuously, paid no heed to her emotions or problems, even let her go off with another man with the promise of marriage!

But she declined.

Because it was too late.

She was already in love with him.

And him, too, with her.

Maybe if he hadn't spent so much time with her. Hadn't groped her. Hadn't given her any hope of a relationship. If he hadn't even met her…none of this would be happening.

He had kissed her on purpose, knowing it would piss her off. He pretended to be confused, then let her overreact. He meant to be inconsiderate. He meant to hurt her.

He always had.

And would, until he died.

Because he loved her.

What kind of man would he be if he let her fall in love with him, or, in this case, stay in love with him? When he could die any day! He knew that if they married, sex was inevitable. He knew that would lead to children. And as much as he joked around about children, it was the last thing he wanted. He couldn't leave Sango alone, pregnant. And then the children….He knew what it was like, growing up, knowing your father was dead. And that one day, thanks to your parent's negligence, you too would die.

Miroku sighed and shook his head.

Why? Why was it so hard? If a monks true goal was to reach Nirvana, true happiness, then why? Why was it so damn difficult?

"Miroku?" Kagome asked, coming up behind him.

Miroku looked up, a sad expression on his face. Kagome gasped when she saw a single tear escape from his eye.

"Miroku are you…are you crying?"

Miroku smiled sadly. He wiped his tear away and shook his head.

"What is it Kagome?"

Kagome looked at the floor. What was it with men and tears?

"Um…Sango was upset. And I wanted to know if you would apologize…But it seems you're upset as well. I'm sorry to bother you."

Miroku sighed, then looked up at the clear blue sky.

"No….I was just…thinking. Wishing." He looked down at his right palm, flexing the fabric up and down.

Kagome followed his glance. She felt her heart sink. "Is it…is it opening?"

"Soon I believe."

Kagome felt her eyes water. "Miroku…what about Sango?"

She saw his back stiffen.

"I don't know. And I no longer care."

She heard the crack in his voice.

"Yes you do."

Miroku felt his tears return to his eyes yet again. He placed his face in his hands.

"You don't understand Kagome! No one understands! I do love her! So, so much! I want to break the curse! I want to marry her! I want to live with her and be happy with her and love her for the rest of our lives! But that's just it damn it! My life is almost over! What kind of person would I be if I drew her in just to crush her?! My poor, precious Sango…Her heart is already so fragile. That's the last thing she needs…."

Kagome's heart throbbed with sorrow for the two.

"Don't you think it's a little late to turn back? She already loves you, and you love her. What's holding you back? So what if you're going to die? Use the time you have left together to it's full advantage! Rid her of this stupid curse, then go and defeat Naraku! Then you can do all those things Miroku. I just know you will." She smiled at him, "True love conquers all, remember?"

Miroku stared at her, taking her words in at full force. He slowly nodded his head, then smiled a little. Standing up, he shook the water from his feet.

"Thank you Kagome."

And with that, he left.

Sango walked through the village, ignoring every man that called at her.

But then…it stopped?

Sango looked around. No one was staring at her! She gasped in surprise and amazement. Thank God! Wait…did this mean her true love…finally realized his feelings in full? Who could it be? Would he confront her? Was it someone she knew? Oh God, please not InuYasha!

Did she want it to be Miroku? She had overreacted a little about the kiss….it's not like she didn't want to….What if he finally admitted that he loved her? Without any second thought?

"Sango…"

She turned. There he was. Miroku stood before her, looking proud, tall, and…scared?

"Miroku…"

An awkward silence passed between the two.

"I'm sorry for kissing you," Miroku lied.

"No I'm sorry for overreacting," Sango responded, lowering her head.

Miroku took a deep breath. This was SO not how he had pictured doing this.

"Sango….I…I love you."

Sango blushed. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. This meant…He was the one! The one who broke the curse! A smile broke onto her lips.

"I love you too Miroku."

Miroku smiled as well. He hugged her to him, holding her. Hopefully, being able to do so for the rest of his life. He looked down at her, her chocolate eyes staring up at him. Leaning down, he kissed her again, this time deeper, more passionately.

She was his. No other man was staring at her more lovingly than he was now. No one lusted after her more than him. No one loved her more than him.

And that was how it should be.

No curse was going to tear them apart.

Not even the wind tunnel.