Sorrow by me

A/N: Ok guys there's chap 4. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 4: Being alone

Now she was alone. Sango felt alone. But why? She had friends and they were all there for her when she needed them. What was missing in her life that she felt alone? Of course, a family! She always thought about her family, but that was a long time ago and when she can save Kohaku, she will begin a new life! So why did she feel alone when there’s something, even something small for her to live on for. She desperately hoped that she could rescue Kohaku. Otherwise there wouldn’t be anything to live for and that would be her end.


How often had she wept about her family from just seeing Kohaku? Every time. Just thinking about it made her heart ache and made her feel like breaking down. Memories of the good old times made her sad and she couldn’t find a way to rid herself of this deep hole in her heart. Naraku killed her family, her father and her village. He killed her brother and reanimated him as his slave. And he killed a part of her, too.


`Maybe that’s why I feel alone. I need someone to fill up the hole in my heart and in my life. Like a family, someone who loves me.´


She stared at the fire for a while, fascinated by the flames moving slowly into curves and points. The many colours flew around each other, mixing before the human eye. Suddenly she chuckled and her chuckle quickly grew into a hysterical laugh.


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Meanwhile Miroku re-arranged his robes and washed his face at a small spring near the camp.
He sighed as he splashed some cold water on his face.


`Why is it only a dream? The pervert thought about himself and Sango. Why can’t it be true? Why do I have to walk around with this hole in my hand.´?


He sighed again and shook the water from his hands. He was surprised by a strange noise. He ran in the direction of the camp as fast as he could.


“Sango!”


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Sango stopped laughing. Her grin turning into a sad grimace.


“As if someone could love me!” She mumbled.


Hearing a rustle in the bushes she jumped.


She placed her hands on her Katana, and she stood there silently, aware of the creature in the bushes. A second later, Miroku jumped through the bushes!


She sighed and let her shoulders fall.


“I heard some noise!” Miroku said excitedly. “Are you okay?”


“The noise you heard must have come from me. And yes I’m okay because there isn’t anything dangerous apart from those hands of yours!” Sango answered. Yesterday it was him being rude.


`These conditions take a lot out of us.´ Sango thought but when she heard Miroku’s voice, and looked at him.


“I’m sorry I made you so upset!” He tried to control his breathing. He had used a lot of energy this evening.


“It’s okay, besides, I upset you too.”


“May I ask what that noise you made was?”


She considered telling him or not.


`What will he think of me if I tell him? ´


Confused, she decided that it would be better to tell him because if she didn’t tell the truth how could she expect him to tell the truth to her like she had wanted him to last night?


“I was laughing.”


“Aha, what about?”


“Nothing that matters.”


“Then you can tell me because I want to know.” He insisted on Sango’s honesty.


She sighed and allowed her head to drop.


“I was laughing because I’m all alone.”


Miroku was confused now.


“And what’s funny about that?”


“I’m not sure... Sometimes I want someone to hold me tight. Someone who loves me.”


“I understand but why were you laughing?”


“Because I’m sure that no one loves me.”


Miroku knew Sango missed her family and that she often cried about them. But he didn’t know that the whole thing affected her like that. She doubted that someone could ever love her. But...


“... there always is someone somewhere meant to love you. You shouldn’t give up faith in this. I think you must keep going, and fight until you find
this one.”


“But I’m tired of fighting! Sometimes it seems life isn’t worth!” She shouted and her voice broke.


Miroku understood her. How often he thought of giving up and how easy it would be to take his life but something came always to his mind. `You shouldn’t give your hope up for better times.´


He didn’t realise that he had spoken his thoughts out loud. “You shouldn’t give your hope up for better times.”


Sango didn’t understand why he cared. `This is what friends are for? To give you hope for seeing the future in a better light?”


“Houshi-sama, why do you even care?”


“Isn’t it obvious?”


`What a stupid question! ´For Sango, Miroku was never an open book. Sometimes he cared and other times he was the perverted asshole which ran around the country asking every creature with breast to bear his child. She couldn’t understand why he always groped her either...


Sango felt something stroking her butt and she knew what is was. One could here the echoes of the slap in the heavens.


“HENTAI!”


Miroku was left lying on the ground sporting a red cheek. Standing up he saw that Sango was already in the sleeping-bag, Kagome had brought for her from her time. He sighed.


`Soon there will be a better time and I won’t have to do this all the time. Soon... I hope! ´


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After a while Inuyasha and Kagome returned. They saw everyone asleep and wondered what had happened. Before going to bed Inuyasha hugged Kagome and whispered something into her ear. She giggled soft enough not to wake up the others. She smiled that beautiful smile that always made InuYasha’s heart warm. He kissed her tenderly on her lips and lowered her bridal style onto her sleeping-bag.


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A/N: So this chap isn’t all to long but I hope you will like it. It’s a kind of an introdruction for the next chapter.

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