who would have guessed

Chapter Two:

Realizations

Looking around the huge clearing which was once barley big enough to set camp in Kagome let out a silent sigh. She let her eyes roam over her traveling companions, most of them being asleep and heavily bandaged.

Letting her gaze travel over her only company at the moment Kagome’s eyes softened, it was because of him that they were all alive right now. Sure she had done the work but because Miroku relented where Inu-yasha and even Sango refused she was able to make it out alive her training letting her be able to focus her energy enough to purify their attackers

Miroku had to keep himself from staring across the fire, but the urge to keep his eyes on her was almost to grate, it was like something inside him felt like if he turned around she would be gone when he looked back.

It was insane he knew, but when he saw the attack going towards her something inside of him broke and every thing that had been straining against his control since his first encounter with the young Miko flew to the surface.

He had to keep her from get hurt anymore then she already was. So Miroku did the only thing he could think of, he threw himself in front of her in an attempt to block the path of those wicked roots.

He succeeded but not with out a price. The lack of his robes and the sharp pain in his shoulder and thigh were proof of that. Looking down at the bandages on his shoulder and then looking across the fire seeing a small smile gracing Kagome’s lips, he knew it had been worth it, and he also knew if put in the situation he would do it again.

The only thing that hurt more then his injuries was his heart. Miroku knew something had changed in those fleeting seconds before he threw himself in front of her. He understood the longing that had been eating away at him for the three years he’d been with the group; he finally admitted to himself that he loved her. How had he missed it? He thought he knew himself better then that, but then again he knew that a person often shielded themselves from things that, in the end would only cause them pain.

Taking a glance at the sleeping women beside Inu-yasha he wondered when his feelings had changed towards her, or if the had been there at all. He thought at one point that he loved her, but maybe that was because he knew the one his heart truly desired was out of reach. And now, even if his heart still wanted Sango she was lost to him, he was no fool he could see the look of longing and love in her eyes when she stared at the hanyou, after all he had seen it mirrored in his own while thinking about a certain Miko.

Ripping his eyes away from the sleeping pair who clung to each other even in an unconscious state, Miroku felt a bite of jealousy deep inside of him. What made the hanyou so special that he could hold the hearts of two beautiful loyal women? Even when at ever wake and turn he put one of them through hell?

Leaning his head back against a tree Miroku closed his eyes, the last though running though his mind before falling asleep was how he would give anything to be able to hold Kagome right now, but he knew he couldn’t because the women of his heart, his Kagome would never feel the same about him.

Shifting her eyes from the fire Kagome peered at the two sleeping figures on her right. She was surprised; she thought she should be upset, jealous even, at how close the two were lying next to each other. Thinking back to the way they had acted while she tended their wounds, the possessiveness and the longing that flickered through both their eyes when they looked at each other should have hurt, should have, but didn’t. Kagome just couldn’t bring herself to be angry, confused sure, but not angry or hurt in the least bit.

Kagome shook her head and almost let the chuckle that was bubbling up in her throat escape; to think all this time she had thought Sango’s heart had laid with the wayward monk they all called friend. For three years now ever since Sango had joined their group Kagome had been so sure, but from what she saw today she had been wrong.

Glancing over at Miroku she couldn’t help but wonder how he was taking it, she felt her heart go out to him, she knew he had feelings for the slayer and she was sure that he as
well as every one else had thought she returned them.

Looking up at the stars one last time before giving into her body’s desperate plea for sleep and laying down, Kagome couldn’t help but have the feeling that things were going to be very different when she awoke in the morning.

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A/N: well …. I guess things really aren’t what they seem…..and I am trying to make the chapters longer just bare with me….oh and I took the advice and where I could I changed “he or she” into their names, hope it helped
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