Faded Rain

~Faded Rain~


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Naraku was dead. The battle had been long and hard. All contributed to his defeat. Shippo had aided as a distraction, giving the others a chance to attack when Naraku’s guard was down. Sango and Kirara caused much damage to the vile demon, making him weaker. Miroku, using his staff and spell scrolls had paralyzed him more than once.
The monk had also taken in one or two of the poisonous insects into his air rip. Inu-Yasha, with his demon like attacks and powerful sword had helped cut Naraku down considerably.
Then Kagome, finishing the satanic foe with one of her magic arrows. The victors had suffered many an injury. Shippo had been struck in the face and knocked out for awhile. Kagome had many scratches all over her body and her clothing tattered. Inu-Yasha bore a deep gash across his chest. Sango had many small wounds and gashes, as did Miroku.
But the moment Naraku was gone all their pain seemed to be erased and replaced with shear happiness. Kagome cheered loudly, holding Shippo in her arms. Inu-Yasha was grinning like an idiot, quite proud of himself and Kagome.
Sango looked like she was going to cry and she ran over to the now stunned monk who’d just shed his glove and beads, his air rip was gone... Sango suddenly embraced him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck and she wept.
Miroku smiled, still a bit in shock and gently placed his arms around her waist, pressing his hole-less palm on her hip, he’d never felt anything touch the place on his hand where hell had once marked and the feeling of her warm body touching it was like ecstasy.
He was so happy that Naraku was dead; making him curse free, and that Sango had trusted him enough to throw her arms around his neck and cry upon his shoulder, he forgot to grope her as usual.
Kagome giggled at the sight but kept it to her self; she always had known that they held feelings for each other. Sango slowly pulled back from the embrace and looked up at him with wet eyes. Miroku smiled at her and used his ‘new’ hand to wipe away her tears gently.
Sango smiled back and pecked his cheek with her lips, though she blushed at her own doings. Miroku grinned as he let go of Sango, timidly placing his hand on the place where she had just kissed him…


After using Kirara as transportation to a near by inn, the happy five settled down in a room and started nursing wounds. They all talked about what they would do now that Naraku was gone.
Inu-Yasha wanted to find the shards of the Shikon Jewel.
Kagome wanted to go home for awhile and rest before searching further for the jewels and Inu-Yasha said that he would go home with her so that she wouldn’t stay there forever and try to go back to that ‘skul’ thing of hers.
Miroku and Sango both agreed after much begging from Kagome to tag along for awhile. Sango spoke of how she wanted to find Kohaku and restore her village. Miroku began speaking of how he wanted to find a young beautiful woman when his hand got the better of him and groped Sango’s rear as she wrapped his wounds.
Sango twitched, turned red and …SLAP!
“Houshi-sama! You and that pervious hand!” yelled Sango. Miroku chuckled and tenderly touched his new yet common mark on his cheek.
“Ah, but Lady Sango when I speak of beautiful women all I can think about is you-” started Miroku before being interrupted.
“Don’t you start that again! I've seen all of the other women you ask to bare your child and that you flirt with!” bellowed Sango, quite angry.
“But I need them not now my Lady…” tried Miroku gently. Sango glared at him but then rolled her eyes, giving up. Miroku grinned and began tending to the slayer’s wounds.
Soon he was almost finished, but noticed something was wrong. He placed his hand on Sango’s side, looking for something.
“W-What are you doing Houshi-sama?” asked Sango, slightly red. Miroku pulled his hand back to reveal blood… Sango’s blood. Sango had wanted to take care of the wounds under her clothes by her self, and it wasn't hurting her that badly, she'd felt worse.
“Ugh…” groaned Sango “It’s nothing.”
“Yes it is…your bleeding…” said Miroku.
“I’ll be fine- HEY!” yelled Sango as Miroku pounced, trying to rip her shirt off.
“Cut it OUT! I’m not dying!” said Sango, but she couldn’t fight him in her injuried state. Miroku managed to undo her shirt and yanked it to her waist so that she was nearly naked, all except for the bindings of her breasts and the wound on her side.
Sango looked away, red as blood as Miroku gently wrapped the wound, taking the occasional peak at her bust. Kagome watched; quite startled that Sango was allowing him to do this…
Once Miroku had finished Sango quickly redid her shirt, red as an apple she was.
“Now was that so bad? Might I add you have very lovely…Um…Skin…” he was careful about his choice of words…
“I hate you…” mumbled Sango. Miroku simply smiled at her.
“Anyone up for sake and beef stew?” tried Kagome, hoping to change the subject.
“SURE!” said everyone, quite hungry, all except for Sango.


At the cozy restaurant all but Shippo ordered Sake and stew, Shippo had the stew and some tea because he was too young for sake. Kagome, Shippo and Inu-Yasha sat together whilst Miroku sat among a large group of village girls. Sango sat to the side, not even touching her meal.
Miroku talked to the village girls flirtatiously and they giggled when they would be asked to bare his child. One of them moved to rub his shoulders and he caught a glance of the sad Sango.
“Excuse me ladies… I have someone important I must speak with…” Many of the village girls whined and asked him to stay.
Miroku didn’t listen to them. Silently he sat next to the zoning Sango and picked up her hand. Sango gasped and blushed, trying to pull it away.
“H-Houshi-sama…What-t are you doing-g!” demanded Sango, yanking hard.
“Why are you so sad…you’ve not touched your stew or sake…you should be celebrating this night…” said Miroku softly. Sango looked away.
“You said you didn’t need those women any more…Didn’t you?” asked Sango sadly.
Miroku looked taken aback but slowly answered.
“Well…I do not need them but I find it hard to stay away from them my lady…habit you know…” Sango looked as if something deep inside had shattered. Hidden hopes or wants perhaps?
“What bothers you so my lady?” he asked seeing the pained look on her face.
“Nothing but…Kohaku…wasn’t with Naraku…I was hoping he was…what if he’s dead too?” she mused, sounding tearful. Miroku looked at her with pity.
“Come with me…” he said. “I won’t be pervious I swear…” the monk said softly, pulling her too her feet. Sango nodded, holding on to his arm as he led her outside and out of the village so that they could be alone.


Miroku led her to a quiet stream, gently, peaceful and relaxing.
He sat down on a large rock at the water’s edge and patted the space next to him for Sango. She sat next to him timidly, placing her hands in her lap.
“Don’t you feel…at peace? Sitting next to quiet water?” Miroku asked. Sango nodded and took off her sandals before sticking her feet in the cool water. She sighed with relief and gazed into the liquid heavenly body…she felt so calm…
“I’m sure he’s alive and well…maybe even recovering his lost memories and searching for you…” said Miroku, trying to give her faith in her brother.
“I wish I could be certain of that,” Sango said sadly. “I miss him so much…my heart breaks every time I think of him Houshi-sama…”
Miroku seemed saddened by her words. “Maybe there is something I can do to help you? To ease your pain?” he asked.
“You have been a good friend to me Houshi-sama I d I thank you for that…” answered Sango.
Just a friend? Only a friend in her mind? So did that kiss she’d given him mean nothing? NO! It couldn’t be! All the feelings he felt when he was around her had to mean something. If he were to express them would she not reply in the same manor?
Oh how he longed to wrap his arms tightly around her and taste the flavor her sweet mouth. Let her know his feelings! But alas, he could do no such thing in fear of frightening her and losing Sango forever and that some how he might stray from her affections and into another woman’s love if Sango were to love him in return.
“I am glad you have accepted my friendship.” uttered Miroku, feeling hurt. Sango then timidly picked up his once cursed hand and looked upon it curiously. She brushed her fingers across the palm, sending tingling sensations through the monk’s arm.
“What interests you so?” he wondered aloud.
“To think that a path to hell once marked this place…it is troublesome to the mind. Do you feel well?” she asked, remembering the insects he absorbed.
“Quite well my lady, ever since you kissed me I’ve felt no such illness or sense of being weak or in pain…” Sango blushed deeply at this.
“I don’t know what came over me… I just felt something that urged me to do so and I acted upon it…” she mumbled.
Was it love? Thought Miroku hopefully.
“Well I’m glad you acted upon you feelings my lady…You have made the rest of my life happier…I am forever in your debt…” voiced Miroku cheerfully. Sango let go of his hand and stood.
“We should get going…It’s late…” she muttered before starting to head back.
“Was it something I said?” wondered Miroku before following after her.


Kagome, after many a time being assured by Sango that nothing had happened finally went to bed. She was so excited, hoping that a spark had flared between the monk and slayer. Sango, in her night robe, curled up on her futon next to Kagome and Shippo soon feel asleep, thinking about Kohaku, Naraku’s defeat and Miroku…a lot about Miroku.
Inu-Yasha, being restless from the day’s excitement had gone outside to rest in a tree. Miroku slept as usual against a wall, arms crossed and staff leaning against his chest.
Shippo had a piece of half eaten pocky in his little mouth.
His small bag was at the end of the bed; Kagome was going home in the morning with Inu-Yasha for two days so Shippo was off to Kaede’s home, leaving Miroku and Sango alone to rest…or had this been set up?
Kagome was going to try everything to get them together. She wanted to be an ‘aunt’ before the last piece of the Shikon no Tama was found. Miroku was having another dream about Sango; slowly stripping out of her slayers uniform to reveal large… soft… gorgeous… full… ripe… GAH! Shippo! In his dream Shippo had just came flying out of Sango’s bust and started hugging his face tightly.
Miroku fought to get him off but once he looked back at the place were Sango had once been she was gone…vanished…Miroku slowly woke up and looked down to find him self half hardened by the dream. Gently he rubbed the rest out and went back to sleep.
This was not the first time he’d had a dream like this one, nor the first time he’d woken up to find himself aroused. But he wished that for once that the dream would go through and not be interrupted by random Shippos, demons, dead people, Kagomes, or giant cups of Raman Noodles…


“I will be back in two days okay? Please tell me about anything that happens!” whispered Kagome as she hugged Sango again. Sango smiled slightly.
“Nothing will happen…” she tried to say but soon gave up when Kagome started listing all the reasons why something should happen. Then Kagome hugged the crying Shippo.
“Why must you be gone so long Kagome-chan?!?!” the kitsune wailed.
“Oh Shippo, if I could take you with me I would…” she said as she gave him a large box of pocky. Shippo cheered and thanked Kagome for the gift. Kagome smiled at him before jumping into the Bone-Eaters Well and Inu-Yasha followed behind her.
Miroku sat nearby, thinking about what Inu-Yasha had said earlier that morning…


“Miroku, I must speak with you about Sango.” growled Inu-Yasha.
“Hmm?” answered Miroku.
“Sango is a friend of Kagome’s…and if Sango gets hurt than Kagome gets hurt too…I don’t want either of them getting hurt so you be careful and watch what you do to Sango. Got it?” said Inu-Yasha, sounding serious though blindly stupid for choice of words. He knew something was up with the slayer and Miroku.
“Yes Inu-Yasha I understand…I won’t hurt Sango…I could never do such a thing to that poor girl, but why are you being so protective of Kagome’s feelings?” he asked with a grin.
“Um…ah…nothing…” grumbled Inu-Yasha before attacking Kagome’s backpack, looking for Raman noodles.


“Well…I guess I get to leave!” said Shippo, turning into a large bird and flying off, leaving Miroku and Sango alone.
The pair walked back the village, talking sparingly about random matters.
“Tomorrow do you think we should visit Kaede? We haven’t seen her in quite some time…” said Sango as they walked.
“That sounds like a lovely idea my lady. Tomorrow we shall. Then she can take a look at our wounds; she’ll know more of what to do than us. But I might add that you did a wonderful job with mine.” voiced Miroku happily and he smiled at her.
“You seemed a little to eager to get my shirt off though…” mumbled Sango, red in the face. Miroku grinned at her.
“I was only worried about your health lady Sango…” he assured.
Sango rolled her eyes. “I think you were much more interested in my bust than my wound…” she mumbled to herself.
“Have you ever wanted to have children Sango?” asked Miroku kindly. “Huh?” said Sango. Is he asking me to bare his child? Oh please let it be! She thought. “If you wanted to would you have children? Or forever be a childless slayer? It’s only a question of little importance…” answered Miroku.
“Well…um…I guess one day it would be nice to have a child…” replied Sango after a long moment of thought.
“I think you’d be a wonderful mother Sango.” Miroku voiced, smiling softly at her. Sango blushed and didn’t say anything.
“Have I offended you?” Sango shook her head and was silent for the rest of the trip.


Miroku had a meal brought up to the room. It was already getting late. Sango and Miroku ate silently their rice, tea and spiced fish. Both were quite tired from all the walking. Sango picked up the empty dishes once they had finished and set them out the door to be collected.
“Could you look away Houshi-sama?” asked Sango, collecting her night robe.
“Must I?” begged Miroku, earning a glare. Quickly he turned around until Sango told him that he could look again. She pulled a blanket off the bed and tossed it to him.
“Goodnight Houshi-sama…” she said as she blew out the light and crawled into bed.
“Good night my lady…” replied Miroku taking his usual place at the wall. Miroku didn’t move until he knew that Sango was well asleep. He looked at her day clothes and found that she slept without her bindings.
Grinning he crawled to the edge of the bed and gently started working at Sango’s shirt pulling it open but careful not to wake her. He licked his lips as he revealed her bust. It was all he had hoped and dreamed about and then some! So ripe…So firm…So tender…So sweet and pleasing to the eye… So heavenly, smooth, luscious, and full! He longed to caress his find. To kiss and grope the beautiful orbs of flesh that adorned Sango’s chest.
He could feel his hand creeping forward, longing to touch her but he quickly pulled back as Sango started moving, gently he covered her up with her blanket and went back over to his wall. Sango stirred slightly again and rolled over, but still she slept on. Miroku smiled and went back to sleep, dreaming of the two most beautiful breasts that he had ever seen.


Sango awoke from her dream of Miroku kissing her, to find her breasts revealed under her blanket. She looked to see if Miroku was awake, but he looked like he hadn’t moved all night. She got up and changed back into her day clothes and opened the door to find that hot tea had already been brought up. She picked up the tray and set it down in front of the sleeping monk.
“Miroku it’s time to- Holy Shit!” said Sango. The moment she looked upon him she noticed the pleased look on his face, then looking lower she saw his rather large arousal, though covered with the robes he wore, it was still huge.
“Huh? What?” mumbled Miroku waking up. He took in quickly on how Sango was looking at his lap. He lowered his eyes to find what she was staring at.
“Gah! It’s nothing!” he yelled, quickly standing and facing the wall. Why oh why did he have to peek at her chest only to dream more of it! Sango looked very red and turned around, she knew what it was but had never seen one…though covered it was her first. She’d never even seen a non-aroused uncovered one before so it was a complete mystery to her. Miroku slowly began to relax himself through a ‘mind over matter’ meditation. After a few moments he turned around and sat back down on the floor, still quite embarrassed about the whole ordeal. Sango also turned around, picked up her tea and pretended that nothing had happened.
“I apologize for such a…male-” started Miroku
“Don’t worry about it…” said Sango cutting him off before drinking her tea. Miroku sighed heavily, nodded and drank up as well.


After a silent breakfast the monk and slayer headed to Kaede’s village on Kirara. Miroku was careful to sit a little further back from Sango, as not to drift into a naughty daydream about her breasts and wind up giving her a poke in the rear. Sango dismounted, as did Miroku once Kirara had landed in front of the hut.
“Kaede?” said Sango as she approached. The old miko slowly walked out of her hut, with Shippo on her shoulders.
“I was wondering when thy fellow friends of Shippo would show up,” said Kaede with a smile. Sango and Miroku smiled back and followed Kaede into her hut. “Shippo has said…or might I say drawn much of battle the other day.” And she wasn’t joking. Dozens of drawings covered the hut, all describing the battle against Naraku.
“It was a hard battle but we proved victorious…” said Sango. Miroku showed Kaede his air rip-less hand.
“So my sister’s death has been avenged. Any sign of young Kohaku?” asked the old woman. Sango shook her head. Miroku placed a hand on her shoulder.
“We shall find the lad…don’t worry…” he reassured her.
Discussions of how everyone was doing ran for at least an hour before Sango excused her self to go freshen up. Miroku stayed to talk longer with Kaede as Sango traveled to a hot spring.
“Me thinks that you young monk are fond of the slayer…” said Kaede once Sango was out of earshot. Miroku looked embarrassed but nodded.
“I’m sure I’m in love with her…” The old miko smiled as he said this.
“Aye, me thinks she feels something for you too…”
“Really!? How do you know?” asked Miroku fervently.
“An old woman sees many things…But your favoritism of other women pushes her away from her own feelings. Stay away from other girls and try to get close to Sango. You then shall soon see her true feelings. She had no one else to love once her family is gone, and she longs for her brother and someone to share the rest of her life with, as her family, she’s saved all the love she can for that special someone. I am certain she holds feelings for you, I can see it in her eyes…” said Kaede softly. Miroku then stood up, a determined look on his face.
“Arigota Kaede…” he said respectfully before leaving, going after Sango.
“Ah but one more thing!” Kaede tried to say, but the monk was gone. She quickly told Shippo and told him to tell the monk before he reached Sango. Then Shippo was gone too.


Sango had already reached the spring and was soaking peacefully in the warm water. She closed her eyes and relaxed…thinking about Miroku and his large arousal.
Had he gotten it thinking of her? Was it he who enforced the opening of her robe? Sango sighed and kept thinking. Miroku silently moved toward the spring. He saw Sango once he got close and he hid behind a tree. Watching her he crept forward, silent as a shadow until he was less than a foot away, hidden behind a bush. His eyes trailed all over her body, though scared it was lovely, glorious, and stunning…
Every once in awhile he would meditate to calm his loins, being hard for to long became quite painful. Sango slowly opened her eyes and stood up, letting the water run off her body. Miroku’s eyes trailed lower and lower, down her enticing chest, her well-toned stomach, down her lovely hips and the tufts of dark rich hair between her thighs. Miroku wondered if she was still a virgin. And knowing Sango, she probably was. Sango then got out of the water and started drying her self off with the green part of her yukata. She wrapped her body in it and soaked her feet a little longer in the soothing water. Miroku crept forward.
“Sango…” he said lightly. Sango looked up and saw him.
“HOUSHI-SAMA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Sango demanded as she grabbed the rest of her robe and covered her self. Miroku, because he was so close, reached out and held her against his own body tenderly though she struggled against him, bright red in the face.
“Sango I must know something…Do you hold feelings for me? Do…Do you love me? I swear that if you do I shall love you in return and never look upon another woman with lust for as long as I live…” he said gently into her ear. Miroku was spilling his heart out to Sango. He was in love with her and he wanted her to know it. Sango looked up at him, now quite in shock, she didn’t know what to say. Miroku had longed to say such things since Naraku died, but hadn’t the courage to do so.
“H-Houshi-sama? Do you truly promise me not to lust for other women?” Sango asked feebly. It was a promise like that, that would return her hope of him being faithful. Only if he was faithful to her could she love him.
“Yes Sango, I do promise you that. After speaking with Kaede about this matter I am willing to leave such a life behind. I’ve come to realize how much I care for you Sango…I realized it from the moment you kissed me that you might feel the same…” He spoke against her ear. Sango seemed too choked for words. Some one actually loved her…
Sango pulled away slightly and looked up, deep into his eyes. He wasn’t lying to her. Slowly she placed her arms around his neck and she began to tremble and he came closer so that his mouth was almost on hers.
“I love you…” he whispered.
“And…I-I love you…Miroku…” said Sango, and the second she said his name he lowered his mouth onto her own in a gently passionate kiss.


Miroku was gentle with Sango and let her explore freely so that she would become more comfortable with him. Sango adjusted her mouth a few times, moved the position of her nose and chin, even opened up slightly when Miroku pressed his tongue against her teeth.
“Just a little more my sweet blossom…” he breathed, breaking away slightly and Sango complied, letting his tongue into her mouth. She felt many warm trembles rush down her body as he stroked the roof of her mouth and her own tongue. Slowly she rubbed back with her tongue onto his, enjoying the new sensations. Miroku grinned into the kiss and pulled her closer, letting his hands roam her body.
Sango felt something-hard brush against her thigh as she was pulled into his lap so that her legs straddled his hips and outer thighs gently. Miroku’s groping hands were slowly loosening the green skirt wrapped around Sango’s body. After a few more moments of tender kissing Miroku pulled back and started nibbling at Sango’s neck. One of Sango’s hands slid down his chest and lightly rested on his arousal, she began stroking it gently, making Miroku tense and gasp slightly.
“Not now love… we shall save petting for later…” he said as he let Sango’s robe that she had been using to cover herself fall around her waist.
Sango blushed as he gazed upon her chest lustfully. Carefully he tossed her pink and white robe behind her and lay her down upon it. Sango watched him as he lowered his mouth onto one of her breasts, kissing it affectionately. Sango felt her nipples become hard and aroused. Miroku grinned at this and took one into his mouth, suckling on it lovingly as he placed one hand behind her head and the other under her waist to pull her closer.
Sango moaned a little…it felt so good and right. She let him pull away at her green skirt with the hand he had at her waist so that she lay naked under him ready for lovemaking once Miroku was ready. Miroku moved to her other breast and kneaded gently with his free hand. Sango curiously started tugging at Miroku’s robes, she already felt a bit moist between the thighs. She succeeded in undoing the purple cloth of his robe and she pulled it off of him with another moan of content. Miroku then let go of her nipple; he had to be sure of something.


“Sango? Are you sure about this…you’d don’t have to…” he voiced gently.
“But I want to do this Miroku…” said Sango. She knew very little about pleasing a man in bed, but she wasn’t completely clue-less about copulation. Miroku nodded and sat up, pulling her with him. Miroku then helped her remove the black part of his attire. Sango looked upon his form; he had a handsome tone of muscle all over his body, a firm hair-less chest, big strong arms and legs. She looked eagerly between his thighs and gazed at his arousal.
It was a long, thick and firm looking appendage, purplish in color; it had a few ridges but looked velvety. Sango reached out once more and stroked it…she found it to be warm and smooth.
“I shall help you so that you may learn how to do this correctly. Is this your first time?” he asked, just to make sure. Sango nodded answering his question of innocence.
“Alright then…” he said, easing her onto her back again.
“Do you know of the pain that comes with your losing of virginity?”
“A little…” she answered. She’s heard bits and pieces from village girls, talking about it with friends and mothers.
“It won’t hurt very long I promise…I just have to break your maidenhead and the pain will go away in a few minuets…” he assured her as he propped up her knees and spread her wide. Easing him self against her warm nude body he instructed her on how to wrap her legs around his hips once he penetrated into her sheath. Sango gulped and nodded nervously. Miroku placed the head of his shaft at her damp opening and pressed in just enough so that he would slide out once adjustments were made. Sango took a deep breath and placed her legs around his hips and locked her ankles like Miroku had told her to do.


“Ready?” he asked. Sango nodded and he placed his mouth on top of hers in an affectionate kiss to try and take her mind off the up coming pain. To cause her less pain he decided to get her all in one go than drag it out slowly. He felt her take in a deep breath through her nose and he pushed forward quickly going to the hilt and breaking her maidenhead in a matter of seconds. Sango had a pained look on her face but couldn’t cry out do to Miroku’s mouth being tightly clamped against her own though it felt wonderful when he began sliding into her; she was very relaxed until he broke her in.
A few tears leaked out of the corners of her closed eyes do to the pain within. Miroku didn’t move for a few minuets until Sango began to relax once more underneath him.
“Are you alright?” Miroku asked softly before kissing her cheek.
“Y-yes…I’ll be fine-e…” Sango mused weakly still feeling a little pain but soon it was gone.
“It gets better now that the pain is over with.” Said Miroku with a smile of pure compassion. Sango smiled back a bit too. Miroku slowly began to work in and out of Sango’s body, with soft gently thrusts. Sango let of a quiet moan, quite pleased and excited by the new sensations.
With every thrust Miroku worked up a little more secretion enabling him to go faster and harder. Sango’s arms tightened around his shoulders as instinct told her to grind her hips back and form a rhythm.
Miroku was surprised at Sango’s movements; he’d never expected her to respond on their first try. Sango was gasping after awhile; trying to fight back stronger moans and groans.
“*Deep intake* Ahh…Ohh…Mmm…*deep intake* OHH!” were her sounds that rang sweetly in Miroku’s ears as he thrust hard. He could feel Sango start to tighten around him, she fit like a glove at first and now it was only getting better. Miroku held on to her hips as her back started arching, sending him deeper into her wet love sheath. Sango felt something deep inside grow with every movement, with every thrust, bigger and bigger it grew until she could no longer hold it in
“Miroku-u… I’m gonna… I-I…MIROKU!” she cried out as she felt something inside explode with passion. Miroku grinned and spilled his seed deep inside her body moments later, his shaft throbbing wildly like his heart. He carefully collapsed onto of her, their skin glowing with sweat. They panted heavily and Sango’s legs slowly slid off of Miroku’s hips. Miroku kissed her softly a few times and buried his face into the curvature of her neck. Sango slowly fell asleep, quite exhausted. Miroku soon fell asleep as well, still posted inside her sheath.


Sango awoke hours later, back at the inn. Miroku had redressed her and taken her ‘home’. Slowly she sat up and looked for Miroku, but he wasn’t at his wall…he wasn’t at any of the walls. Sango looked to her side and he wasn’t there either. Had he left her? Did he only tell her that he loved her just to get her to make love? Sango pulled her knees up to her chest and began to weep into them as Miroku walked through the door with a lunch box.
“Sango?!” he said quite sled led to see her crying. He nearly dropped the lunch box as he ran to her side, kneeling next to her on the bed. Sango couldn’t hear him over her mournful sobs.
“Sango what’s wrong!?” he asked, very worried.
“Miroku? Miroku!” cried Sango happily as she looked up and saw him; she wrapped her arms around him in a bone-crunching hug.
“Ow…Sango dear…I can’t breathe…” he gasped.
“Oh…sorry…” said Sango, letting go.
“What happened? Are you alright?” he asked.
“I…I thought you left me…” she mused, slightly embarrassed.
“Oh now Sango…Why would I leave such a cute kitten for anything?” he teased as he tilted her chin upwards with his right hand.
“Kitten?” Sango asked with a smile.
“Yep…You purred in my arms on the whole way back,” he said with a grin.
“Probably due to my petting…” he teased as he kissed her once. Sango smiled at him once he pulled back.
“Could you show me?” she asked
“Hmm?” responded Miroku
“How you were petting me…It sounds like fun.” She said with a cute grin.
“Why not…” said Miroku. Sango then curled up like a cat in his lap and Miroku began stroking her gently, touching more sensitive places, like her breasts, side, neck and head, her rear and finally he did a little number between her thighs after reaching up her yukata. He was right, Sango purred the whole time but she moaned as he stroked the slick opening up between her legs.
“Ohh…Do that again…” she begged
“What this?” asked Miroku, stroking her pleasure spot a few times.
“Yeah…” moaned Sango and he began to rub harder, and soon he was inserting fingers after Sango rolled onto her back wanting him deeper.
“Ahh…Gods that feels great…OHH…AH!” she moaned. Miroku grinned and pulled out his wet fingers, licking them clean.
“Mmm…forget dinner…I’m hungry for something else…” said Miroku, slipping Sango out of his lap and moving down between her legs.
“What are you do-ING!” gasped Sango and he began to lick her slit passionately. Sango writhed and wriggled, it was just too much for this new non virgin.
“Oh Miroku…please stop…it’s too much…” she begged with a soft moan. Miroku pouted and stopped, licking his lips hungrily.
“Oh alright kitten…but only if you beg for mercy!” he said with a laugh as he tackled her and started to tickle Sango’s sides intensely. Sango squeaked and tried to get away from Miroku’s grasp fervently as she giggled and gasped on the futon.
“Okay! I give I give!” she begged. Miroku grinned and pinned her arms outstretched on the bed.
“Ha…such a cute little kitten you are.” He said as he leaned down and nibbled on her neck. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of his newfound love. Sango smiled and let him have his way with her body. Slowly his hands let go of hers and made their way to her chest in a groping manor. “I love you…” Sango said after awhile looking at him happily. Miroku lift his head from her neck and smiled at her.
“Oh but I love you more…” and with that he took her mouth with his own, in a sweet kiss…


“Ah! We are late!” yelled Sango, quickly putting her clothes on. It had seemed like a good idea at the time to stay up all night, play strip poker and fall asleep in each other’s arms. They had completely forgotten about Kagome. Why did she have to teach then that card game!?
“Oh we are dead for sure!” mumbled Miroku tying his robe quickly and grabbing his staff. They had begged Kirara to go as fast as she could but when they arrived, as Kagome put it, 3 hours late…Whatever that meant.


“Oh hello Kagome-chan! We um ah…”started Sango.
“Slept in! Yes that’s it.” said Miroku, trying not to look suspicious. Kagome eyed them oddly for a few minuets…
“You had sex didn’t you?” she asked.
Both Sango and Miroku fell over chibi style.
“What!? Why would we do such a thing!?” they both demanded.
Kagome started laughing in hysterics.
“You two should have seen the look on your faces. And we all already know thanks to Shippo tailing you to the hot spring Miroku, because Kaede tried to tell you something but you left before she could!” said Kagome between laughs.
Sango and Miroku were both red in the face, but Miroku slowly reached out and took Sango’s hand.
“So-what-if-it’s-true…” he grumbled. Kagome soon stopped laughing and smiled.
“Aw but I think it’s cute! I told you Sango! I told you!” blurted Kagome.
Sango sighed but smiled at Miroku.
“I’m busted…” she mumbled.
“I’ve always liked bad kittens…” he whispered in her ear. Sango grinned and kissed him harshly on the lips. Kagome took a picture with a camera that she had in her pocket. “So when are you having kids?” she asked.


“Hey Kagome, I’m going to take a small trip to the bathhouse, okay?” said Sango. She’d been feeling tense all day. But she couldn’t explain why; not even to herself. Was this normal for a woman whose belly was round with child? Or was it just the normal stress of being a woman?
“You sure Sango, maybe I should go with you?” said Kagome. It was quite obvious that her friend was with child, so it didn’t seem wise for her to venture alone, she knew Sango was a strong woman, but she did worry about her sometimes. It didn’t help that Sango was getting closer everyday to the birthing of her child.
“No, you don’t have to go with me. I’ll be fine Kagome-chan… I should be back shortly…” she reassured her friend before she smiled and left for the bath.
“Be careful!” warned Kagome. Sango waved back smiling.
“I hope she’ll be okay,” said Kagome to herself as she watched Sango leave.


-At the bathhouse-
Sango soon reached the bathhouse; her hands were on her enlarged stomach. After removing her clothes and sandals she submerged herself in the relaxing waters of the bath. She let out a deep sigh of content. The hot water was one of the few ways to relieve the stress and burden of this mother. Some of the other stress relief’s were talking to her beloved monk, or waking up each morning to his arms being wrapped around her, watching him in the wee hours of the morning as he slept.
Really, just about anything to do with her monk seemed to calm her and make her smile. She leaned her head back in repose, letting the soothing waters relax her into a light sleep as she thought about the last time he kissed her large belly…it had been this morning just before he left to make some money so that they could support a family…
She didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but the next thing she could remember was being sharply woken up by an intense pain in her stomach. She gasped as she felt the first wave of a contraction, a real contraction, and not the ‘practice’ one’s she’d had for a few months. Her water had broken while she had slumbered…
Sango trembled as she tried to pull her impregnated body out of the water, after many attempts she succeeded and stumbled back over to her clothes. She slipped on her robe over her wet body and tied it quickly before slipping on her sandals. That’s when another contraction hit, she gasped and panted again.
A feeling of unexplainable panic filled her mind and heart. She was quite scared. Sango used the wall to stay on her feet, her knees shaking. Slowly she started to walk back to the room at the inn that they stayed.
“SANGO!?” yelled Kagome, who had been walking in the hallway Sango was taking to get back to the room.
“Oh my Gods! What’s wrong? Are you injured?” she asked, quickly wrapping her arm around the demon slayer’s shoulders.
“N-No-o… It’s-s time-e…” Sango managed to gasp as Kagome lead her to the room. Kagome paled slightly.
“Come on…I will find someone who knows what to do…” said Kagome nervously. Sango gripped her stomach with her hands as her feet dragged while she slowly walked.


-The Room -
“Inu-Yasha!” yelled Kagome out of the window.
“Nani?” grumbled Inu-Yasha as he approached the window
“Go find Miroku quick, Sango’s having her baby!” Kagome half asked, half pleaded. “
Why should I? He’s just a-” What Miroku was, was lost to the dirt as Kagome yell
“S
“Sit!”
“Oh all right!” growled the demon before he got up and went after the monk, following his scent.
After a few hours of stalling he finally went and found him
“Miroku you baka!” said Inu-Yasha.
“Huh? What is it Inu-Yasha?” asked Miroku, a bit confused.
“You bitch is having your damn pup.” informed Inu-Yasha
“WHAT!?” yelled Miroku, taking off towards the inn.
When Inu-Yasha and Miroku arrived at inn, the voice of Kagome could be heard.
“Its all right Sango, everything’s fine…” she tried to reassure Sango, while patting a wet cloth on the woman’s forehead.
“W-Where’s-s Miroku-u?” said the dry, exhausted, and teary voice of Sango.
“He’ll be here, don’t worry…” said Kagome.
A mid wife was now working between the legs of Sango, who was giving birth to her first child.
“That’s it dear…just push…push…The baby’s crowning…push…” she said calmly and Sango did what she was told to do. After much more pushing, out came her baby, crying from the start.
As they men walked in, they noticed that things had defiantly taken place. Sango looked brutally exhausted, drained both physically and emotionally. But her belly was no longer round, full, and swollen, but empty and sore.
Kagome was both pale and glowing with worry, excitement, and joy.
A mid-wife sat near the fire, cleaning and examining a small, wet creature, it whimpered and wriggled in the older woman’s lap as it’s cord was trimmed and tied off with a piece of string. The midwife smiled warmly at the newborn and wrapped it carefully in a soft blanket. Kagome looked up as the men walked in further into the room.
She smiled and said,
“You’re late…” she continued to stroke the damp brown hair of her resting friend. Inu-Yasha sniffed the room a bit; the smells of fresh young and birth filled his nose, smells that the demon rarely picked up. Kagome rose to her feet, leaving a space beside Sango for the new father.
“Come on doggy-boy…” she teased as she grabbed Inu-Yasha by the ear. “Hey!” protested Inu-Yasha, and then he rolled his eyes as he let Kagome drag him outside.
“You smell funny…” he grumbled.


Sango stirred, muttering Miroku’s name tiredly.
“This belongs to you,” said the mid-wife, handing him the wrapped up baby carefully. She smiled softly at the young monk as she took soiled cloth and the after-birth out of the room to be cleaned outside. “Miroku…?” said Sango weakly as she opened her eyes slowly, looking lovingly at the monk and their child.
Tears started falling from her eyes. Sango watched the man that had placed with in her confines the life that he now held in his arms.
She watched him hold his offspring gently in his arms. She reached out to touch Miroku’s handsome face and she caressed his cheek with her hand. She ran her hand down his neck and chest, then on to their newborn child, tears still falling from her eyes. Miroku smiled softly at her, he looked as if he were to cry too.
“I wish I could have been there Sango…I’m sorry…” he said gently. Sango smiled weakly and slowly sat up, having to use the wall for balance.
“It’s alright…you’ll have many more chances to make it up.”
Miroku grinned and handed her the baby. Sango gently kissed the child’s head and nursed her for the first time.
It was a girl! Sango opened her shirt and held the baby to her breast, guiding her mouth onto the nipple. Sango felt quite proud of her self once she felt the baby fed. Miroku placed his hand on Sango’s cheek and kissed her lips. It was now the end of an old life and the beginning of a new…Little seemed left from their past it all just seemed to fade…like the end of a storm…and the sky turns blue and life seems good though more storms will follow.

*Quick Sum Info*

Kohaku was never found and is presumed dead for the remainder of the young couple’s lives.
Miroku died at the age of 78, 2 days before Sango did.
Sango was found dead next to his grave, she looked like she had been crying and in her hand was a sakura branch that she would have place on his grave if she had not died from heart-break.
Sango died at the age of 76.
Kagome and Inu-Yasha got together 3 years after Sango and Miroku and only succeeded in having 2 children.
Sango and Miroku named the first baby Kumo, for she was as beautiful and free spirited as a cloud.
They had 13 more children after Kumo, 7 boys and 7 girls in total.

Born-
1st: Kumo- Cloud, female
2nd: Kanji- Soul Mate, male
3rd: Hogo- Protector, male
4th: Keito- 10 blessings, female
5th: Ryoushin- Good mind, male
6th: Ai- Love, female
7th: Bi- Beautiful, female
8th: Kaze- Wind, male
9th: Kadan- Flower Bed, female
10th: Aijou- Loving, male
11th: Kariudo- Hunter, male
12th: Kyuusai- Salvation, male
13th: Onwa- Gentle, female
14th: Sachi- Happiness, female


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