

Twisting FateSango was staring intently into the fire, oblivious to all else. Miroku had to wonder if she realized it might better be described as 'glowering'.Twisting Fate
Shrugging, he sat beside her. He knew that she would talk eventually, if something was really bothering her.
For a long time, she said nothing. Silence reigned, save for the occasional crackling of the fire. It was strange to be alone... No companions, no interruptions, no distractions.
Miroku poked at the fire with a stick, sending sparks up to the heavens.
Sango made a sound that was half sigh, half wry chuckle. "Fate must despise us," she said


PaybackIt had been going on for days, and Sango was sick and tired of it.Payback
When she had begun her journey with Inuyasha, Kagome, and Miroku, she had quickly realized that the boys saw her only as a warrior. She was a companion to watch their backs, to help guard their jewel shards, to get in a few blows against Naraku. Only Kagome had seemed aware that Sango was also a young woman.
She wondered darkly, as she felt Miroku's hand rub against her bottom for what felt like the millionth time that day, when all that had changed.
Not slapping that hand away immediately was a mistake. It lingered, rubbing and massaging


DenialI'm not jealous, Miroku thought, a well-practiced expression, deceptive in its serenity, hiding his thoughts from those around him.Denial
Takeda Kuranosuke had everything and more, and now the young lord wanted Sango. Kagome was against the idea, but Miroku knew it was none of their business.
It was simple, really. If Sango had a chance at happiness, who was he to take it from her?
He was only a monk, with no fortune and no future.
I'm not jealous.
And why would he be? Years of training and wandering had taught him not to envy those who might have what he never could. Or so he told hi


CompromiseAll he could see in front of him was blue. Endless blue, marred by flecks of white clouds, his addled mind told him and Sango. The demon slayer showed no fear as they plunged higher and higher into the sky, both seated astride her companion demon, Kirara.Compromise
He had ridden Kirara only once before, and that had been nothing like this. Miroku kept staring up ahead of them, into the sky, because he did not think he had the stomach to attempt to look down.
"Hey," Sango grumbled, squirming in his arms, "Hands to yourself, monk!" When he did not let go, and he would not let go because so far as he was conce
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