Can’t Stop the Rain From Falling

"Sango?! Sango can you hear me?" Miroku called out constantly as he walked, still searching for the taiji.
"Naraku if you've hurt her I'll never-" but what Miroku would never do was lost when he caught sight of a tiny little body lying next to a rock near the creek.
He ran as fast as his tired legs would let him, desperate to see if it was Sango, and if she was alive...
Once he was close enough to identify the naked body he quickly pulled off his purple robes and knelt next to her mangled form, still bleeding slightly.
"Sango, Sango please wake up..." he begged as he covered her nude body and cradled her in his arms.
He thought the worst when she didn't open her eyes and he buried his head against her neck, that's when he felt a pulse...it was weak, but a pulse none the less.
Miroku sighed with relief once he'd confirmed that she was living by feeling once more with his fingers.
-What a wreck...- he thought as he looked at her wounds...
Bruised...
Bloody...
Battered...
Beaten...
Were some of the insufficient words Miroku could describe her with. Not a single tiny inch had been spared of torture and degrade.
"Don't worry Sango. You're safe now..." he said softly as he held her close for just a bit longer before standing up and getting ready for the long road of healing ahead...

"Where am I?" muttered Sango, waking up late that evening. Her skin felt cleaner, rid of Naraku's filth, her wounds had been tended to and she was clothed in familiar smelling and feeling black robes. But most shocking of all was the fact that she was being held close to someone's warm bare chest...
"Houshi-sama..." she said in surprise as she weakly looked up and lifted a hand to touch his handsome face. Miroku's eyes opened quickly when her rough warm hand caressed his cheek with the tenderness of that of a soft kiss.
"You're awake!" he said happily as he looked down at her with affectionate purple eyes.
During the time she'd been gone Miroku finally had been able to realize just how important she was to him and how he should instead use his time, wither it be a few months to a hundred years, to be happy and make her happy as well. That wasting a life by refusing almost every whim of the heart was worse than having no life at all. Surely Sango would understand that as well.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly
"Tired..." said Sango as she buried her head against his chest.
Sango closed her eyes and felt a warm hand run along her back as an attempt of comfort.
But slowly, everything started to catch up to her...
She's been molested, damaged, robbed of personal innocence, and almost killed. The most sickening thought though was what Naraku was going to do to Kohaku.
"I should have killed him..." she muttered as she fought back tears.
"We'll get him one day-" Miroku tried to say before being stopped.
"Some day isn't good enough Houshi-sama! Kohaku doesn't have that kind of time! And...And neither do you..." she whimpered as hot tears fell down her cheeks and she started to tremble all over.
"I won't let anyone else die...I don't want to be alone...I don't want to fail you..." she mused weakly.
"But Sango, I'm not leaving you any time soon..." said Miroku calmly but he only made her feel worse.
"How can you say that?! To me or yourself? I see how you stare at your hand at night; ready to run at the first sign of the curse coming to an end. I hear how you thank the gods for giving you another day to defeat Naraku. You're going to die soon and you know it!" said Sango angrily as she sobbed.
Miroku looked at her sadly, knowing how right she was.
"Why do you of all people have to die?" she whimpered, angry with herself for hurting his feelings.
"Why do I even bother to be around you? You never seem to care and you're such a perverted-" but that was as far as Miroku would let her go before he had to prove her otherwise by silencing her with his own lips.
Sango whimpered softly as a hand on the back of her head pulled her closer as his warm soft lips melted her frozen heart.
Weakly, Sango started to return the kiss, forgetting her own inexperience and started going by instinct. Miroku was surprised to feel her open up her mouth with only the slightest asking from his tongue and her own adventurous curiosity nearly made him chuckle.
Such a new taste… Such an interesting texture… He felt her shiver with each gentle motion of his tongue. After a few more sweet moments, the kiss was broken for air.
“*soft pant* I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said those things…” said Sango before he pressed a thumb to her lips.
“But you’re completely right…” he answered as she snuggled against his chest, pulling her legs up closer to his purple clad lap.
“Live and be content with the time given to you, that’s the only truth one can really live by…” said Miroku softly as Sango blushed against his chest.
You’d blush too after coming to your senses after the best kiss you’ve ever gotten from a hot monk…
“But do you want to know why I’m glad that you still bother with perverted old me?” he asked and Sango nodded a little.
“Because…because I…I love you Sango…” said Miroku, finally letting it go.
Sango trembled slightly in his arms.
What should she say?
What should she do?
She decided to follow her heart and give in as well.
Sango reached up and snaked her arms around his shoulders so that she could bury her face in the side of his neck
Miroku embraced her, his arms around her back as he nuzzled against the side of her face and neck gently.
Sango wanted to purr when he started rubbing her back slowly, careful not to irritate her wounds.
Sango breathed softly against his skin as she closed her eyes and took in his wonderful scent.
“I…I love you too, Miroku…” said Sango sleepily, her weak body succumbing to its damage and relaxing with the comfort of Miroku’s scent and warmth.
-She said my name! - thought Miroku happily before he kissed her cheek, but that wasn’t enough to satisfy this monk.
Slowly he kissed down her jaw line and onto her neck, kissing it softly with the occasional nibble. To the nearly sleeping Sango, it felt like a hazy moist fire that set her aflame, a fire that she wasn’t ready for or physically capable of handling.
“M-Miroku…What are-e you doing-g?” asked Sango weakly, unaccustomed to such pleasures that made her limp in the knees.
Sango shivered when his warm mouth passed over the largest vein in her neck, her pulse pounding against his lips.
“Please…Miroku stop…” begged Sango and he stopped instantly.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked apologetically…
“No…I just… I’m to tired and I’m not comfortable with this…every thing is happening to fast…” she muttered slowly her cheeks a bright red.
Miroku smiled at her to comfort her, he understood that she’d been through enough already.
“Hungry?” he asked after a few moments of silence.
Sango nodded quickly, looking half starved to death. Miroku picked up the ripest berries and handed her some.

After a filling meal, Sango drifted into sleep, trusting Miroku enough to sleep in his lap, her head against his chest.
Miroku didn’t stay awake much longer either. The constant searching and wandering had taken a good chunk of his energy that he had left from those nights of tossing and turning, fearing the worst for his beloved Sango. But that was over now, and he could finally breathe a little easier again…
Later that evening Miroku awoke to the sounds of soft frightened cries. His chest felt wet from Sango’s tears, but she was still asleep.
-Is she having a nightmare? - He thought as he rubbed her back softly, hoping that he could soothe her.
-I wouldn’t blame her…- Miroku thought as she whimpered out to him.
“Miroku…” she whimpered out sadly as he wiped her cheeks dry.
“Sango…Sango wake up…it’s just a dream…” said Miroku softly against her forehead.
“Miroku…Please don’t die…Don’t go!” she cried before Miroku thumped her hard enough to wake her, though he was gentle with her as well…
Sango opened her eyes quickly and looked around in a panic before realizing she was still in Miroku’s arms.
“I won’t let him kill you! I won’t let you die!” she sobbed into his chest.
Her tears seemed to sparkle in the light of the fading moon as they fell down her cheeks and onto her borrowed robes.
To Miroku, they were like daggers to his heart, killing him each time one fell.
“Sango…I promise I won’t let him get me…” said Miroku calmly as he looked up at the night sky.
A dazzling shooting star crossed the dark sky as Sango passed out with exhaustion, but the star gave Miroku hope. He started to tell Sango that she should make a wish, but he found her to be unable to comply.
“I wish I could have held my promise…’As long as I am cursed, I can not tell her that I love her…Only to break her heart when I die…’ But Because the past can’t be changed, I now wish that I can show her all the love I hold in my heart…” he said before he pulled her a little closer.