Can’t Stop the Rain From Falling

Chapter 5: The sweet ambissions of the broken heart


“Feeling better Houshi-sama?” asked Sango, still holding onto his warm hand. Kagome, Inu-Yasha and Shippo were all out restoring Miroku’s honor in the village, explaining that the shikon shards in each of the demons made them far to powerful for any charm a monk could have used to protect a village, though Miroku’s were strong enough to hurt them a bit.
Miroku nodded weakly as Sango let go of his hand, breaking their blood crusted union.
“The others are out among the villagers, they were pretty anger because your charms didn’t kill the demons, but surely they’ll understand about the jewel shards.” Said Sango softly as she helped Miroku sit up carefully and lean against the wall.
“Ahh…” Miroku groaned in pain before sighing.
“I feel so stupid…I should have jumped or something…” he muttered.
Sango smiled faintly and picked up a bowl of warm vegetable soup.
“Here, you’ll need your strength back for we are leaving once your well…” said Sango.
“Thank you…” said Miroku as she helped him eat the nutritious meal.

The next few days passed quickly and Miroku was healing remarkably well for his wounds. His color was good, he was moving around more and more each day and his lecherous hand had more than once groped the bottom of the girl who cared for him, earning him a few more bumps and bruises.
But Sango, having gotten sick of his lecherous manners, had decided to take things into her own hands. After several hours of thinking, she decided on the best form of punishment.
Give him what he wants when least expected, then none at all until he’s on his knees and begging…
Now all she had to do was wait for the right moment to strike and show Miroku how she really felt about his groping hand.

“Where’s Miroku? We have to get going!” said Inu-Yasha impatiently.
“He’s probably out asking women to bare his child.” Said Shippo, also a little annoyed.
“I’ll get him…” said Sango gruffly, walking away from the waiting group.

“Houshi-sama! Houshi-sama where are you?” Sango called out as she walked around the village.
Up ahead she heard the giggles and words of young women
“Oh monk, you’re so handsome! I’m sure my father will agree that you’re the one for me!” cooed a village girl. At least three other village girls were hanging off his arms.
Sango glared at them, filled with hidden jealousy and it only worsened when a girl leaned up to kiss his cheek as he groped her, making her giggle and blush.
“Well I see you’re doing well Houshi-sama.” Said Sango coldly and Miroku froze as if her voice was a sudden pile of snow, dropping on his head.
-Oh dear…- he thought as the girls asked him who she was.
“S-Sango?” said Miroku nervously and saw as she turned around; a single, solitary, salty tear roll off her cheek and onto the snowy ground.
“Sango!” said Miroku as she kept walking away and he tried to get away from the clingy girls who whimpered in protest.
“Sango!!!” he cried out once more as he broke free from the girls and chased after her as she disappeared around a corner.
Miroku tried to catch up to her to her but by the time he reached the corner, Sango was already gone and he was panting for breath due to his wounds. Miroku leaned his back against the wall with his ungloved hand against his chest.
“Sango…please…I’m such a fool…” he whimpered between pants.
“You’ve got that right.” Said Sango as she hopped off the roof and landed in front of him.
Miroku looked at her in surprise before realizing that his hand felt wet.
“Sango…please forgive me. I am a man with no direction in life…” said Miroku as he lifted his hand and saw that it was wet with blood.
“You opened your wound…let me take a look at it.” Said Sango as she stepped closer and looked at the open wound before fixing his bandages.
“At this rate you’ll die of infection before Naraku’s curse gets you…” said Sango as Miroku’s hand reached behind her and felt up her rear.
Unknowst to Miroku, Sango had already made up her mind about what she was going to do the next time he groped her.
Sango quickly, with one hand, grabbed a fist full of his robes, and with the other hand, a handful of hair. Using what she had hold of, she pulled the stunned monk close to meet her inexperienced lips.
Miroku stood there in shock…utter shock…But he almost chuckled when he noticed she barely knew what she was doing. She couldn’t find the right place to leave her nose or a good way to get full use of her lips.
But Miroku had never felt such a hidden liking to this form of affection or felt such soft lips on his own.
This couldn’t be real…
A taste richer and sweeter than any sake he’d ever tasted.
The softness of cherry petals, moistened with fresh dew.
And a secret promise of unspoken love…the love that he desired deep in his heart…
Instantly he’d become addicted to this moment and craved for more of this sweet surrender, but the moment he started to respond and pull her closer, she stopped and pulled away.
Sango turned on her heels shakily and walked off, heading back to Kagome and the others.
Miroku gulped and licked his lips before almost collapsing onto the snowy ground, but he stopped himself in time.
“Sango…” he muttered as he started to follow.

“Wow…” muttered Sango as she touched her lips. She could see her friends from where she was and Kagome was waving at her. Her lips felt full and swollen…and oh so very warm…She could still taste him…
“Now I just have to keep from doing it again for awhile…” she muttered to herself as she approached Kagome. But the problem was her own will power and self control…She couldn’t always depend on it.
“Sango-chan, did you find Miroku?” asked Kagome.
“He’ll be here shortly…” said Sango as the jingle of Miroku’s staff was heard as he walked up to the group.
“About time Miroku, and why do you smell of blood?” asked Inu-Yasha
“I accidentally opened a wound but I’ll be fine.” Said Miroku as Kirara transformed into her giant form.
“Alright, now let’s get out of here…” said Inu-Yasha a he mounted Kirara, along with Shippo, Kagome and Sango.
Miroku was having trouble because of his injuries but Sango reached out and helped him aboard.
“Arigota Sango-sama…” said Miroku as he placed an arm around her hips, but she started to blush a deep red when her cheek was kissed.
Kagome giggled when she saw this out of the corner of her eye as Kirara took off and Shippo asked what was so funny.
“Morons…” said Inu-Yasha being quiet for the rest of the journey.

“I feel a jewel shard!” said Kagome as they flew over a rocky grass plain with scattered trees and forest.
“Huh? Where is it Kagome?” asked Inu-Yasha as Sango signaled Kirara to swoop lower.
“Over there! Behind that rock!” said Kagome as everyone jumped off.
Suddenly there was a cackle as demonic looking witch leaped from her hiding place.
“Hello my pretty little humans and mutt…Come for some of my powerful magic treatments have you?” she asked, looking rather crazed.
“It’s in her staff Inu-Yasha!” whispered Kagome.
“Witch, hand over the jewel shard and we won’t have to kill you.” Said Inu-Yasha as he grabbed for the staff angrily.
“Thieves!” cried the witch as she smacked Inu-Yasha on the head.
“Stupid little wench!!! Why’d you do that!!!” he growled as he tried to pull it out of her hands. He now hand a large lump on his head,
Kagome and Sango chuckled as they watched Inu-Yasha play a childish game of tug-o-war.
“Just give me the shard!” said Inu-Yasha as he pulled and pulled and Shippo started to laugh.
“Come on Inu-Yasha! She’s just an old woman.” Said Shippo teasingly as Inu-Yasha moved back and stood amongst the group.
“Now you pay!” said the witch cast a spell on them, surrounding all six in a bright light, smoke, and sparks, giving her the escape cover she needed.
“What the hell?!” yelled a familiar but feminine voice.

((I'm almost done writing chapter 10 but I need to type 6-9))