Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]
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				Title: <strong>Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:43:44</strong>
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				It was one of those days again. With a night of fighting jewel possessed demons and coming across her good as dead little brother, Sango was worn out when the sun came breaking through into the horizon. All she wanted to do was lay down some where and curl into a ball, maybe never get up. Kagome was fast asleep in her pink sleeping bag with furry kitsune, Shippou, right beside her head. The demon slayer had just woken up from another night mare and sleeping right now seemed so foreign, she couldn't even begin to think she could. Looking up into one of the trees right above Kagome's sleeping spot was the hanyou, Inuyasha. The poor guy was tired himself, having had to protect the Miko from the onslaught of poison and spikes, his fire rat robes were once again tattered all because he was so rash and so protective over what was his.<br><br>Slowly Sango rose from her mat, sighing gently as she put the sheets off to the side and smiled when Khirara came up to her ankles, a little mew squeaking free as the demon cat rubbed against her flesh. "Hi," she whispered, crouching down to rub behind the cat's ears, "Go back to sleep okay? I'm just going to get a bath, I smell like demons and soil." She crinkled her nose and then laughed when her faithful cat just wiggled her tails and made a few circles in her path before snuggling up into her furry body.<br><br>Sango turned and headed off, a few items in her hands, the shampoos that Kagome had brought from her time. They were really helpful in keeping her long brown hair cleaned and she was once again grateful to the younger girl. Leaving the camp site she listened to the world and heard the steady running of stream water, perfect. Heading off into the direction the sounds were coming from she began to loosen her yukata, letting her hair out of its ribbon as she saw what she was looking for. Somewhere to bathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 22:52:47</strong>
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				Miroku was still up when Sango left the camp site, tipping his staff in her direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Don't wander too far."&nbsp; He said softly, mindful of both the night stillness and their general tiredness.&nbsp; &nbsp;He'd spent the night fighting alongside of her, protecting her back and she protecting his.&nbsp; He'd offered to take the first watch and let the others sleep for a while before he'd rest himself.<br><br>Not because he was still keyed up from battle but because he knew that the others needed rest more than he did.&nbsp; &nbsp;Okay, that was a lie.&nbsp; &nbsp;He needed rest as much, possibly more, than Inuyasha.&nbsp; When Sango padded quietly out of sight, he suspected based on what she'd been carrying that she was seeking a bath, he returned to the contemplation of his right hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;He only hoped that she hadn't noticed him thinking about it.<br><br>More and more frequently, he found himself worrying with each use of the cursed hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;And he tried with equal energy to conceal that concern from the others.&nbsp; So at this time, he sat quietly, staff across his knees and his eyes drifting from hand to scenery.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:04:46</strong>
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				Sango had only nodded in Miroku's direction, her brown eyes softening a bit as she considered what last night's battle had exposed to her. She inhaled slowly and then closed her eyes as she kept going, shedding her clothes as she gazed at the water. The monk had done a fine job at protecting her and aiding her in the fighting just last night. Then again he always had been a huge help to their battles and even if he was a supposable Priest, he definitely knew how to fight and what to do in the heat of battle. But there had been something off about him ever since the battle was over. <br><br>Even when she was blinded by her tears and desperate for a chance to save Kohaku, Miroku's attitude change didn't go unnoticed by her. Even now, she mused, he seemed almost...distant. His mind clouded by his own thoughts. Stepping into the river, Sango sighed and sank down, feeling the rush of cold liquid over her tight, sore body she closed her eyes and let the shivering water run through her flesh and then into her hair.<br><br>Glancing over her shoulder, she would know for sure if something was wrong with the Monk if he failed to sneak a peak, and if he didn't come and try to be a pervert, then what? Would she try to talk to him, to ask him what was wrong? She wanted to do but she was never really good at speaking to people about their feelings...she was his fiance', or so she hoped that was what they still were, right? He said he wanted her live with him but...people changed, she had seen his eyes wandering in the last village, maybe his fascination with her was already fading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 23:13:56</strong>
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				Miroku heard the splashing of water, which only confirmed his suspicion that Sango was indeed taking a bath.&nbsp; He thought that she'd like a little privacy for once, without him snooping around and trying to get a peak at her in the nude.&nbsp; Instead, his mind continued to toss around the matter of what he was going to do about the curse he carried.<br><br>Was it right of him to pass this onto another generation?&nbsp; Should he even try and have children, knowing that their fate would probably be the same as the one which took his father?&nbsp; &nbsp;And probably would take him as well?<br><br>Even as his mind pondered the questions, his ears and eyes remained alert.&nbsp; Should Sango need him, yes he'd come to her aid without hesitation.&nbsp; He'd already resolved in his mind how he felt about her, and the answers to the questions he pondered now would determine if he'd ever really be anything more than a lecherous monk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 01:50:19</strong>
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				After a few moments of cool, relaxing bathing, Sango decided it was time to get out. She dried off and got dressed in her robes, letting her wet hair fall down her back, abandoning her ribbon for the moment as she walked away from the river and out of the forest and its big, towering trees and branches. No monk was hidden in the trees or bushes, there were no peaking eyes and the slayer knew then that something was wrong.<br><br>Coming back to the site, she looked over at Miroku and mustered a small smile, walking his way, she let down the shampoos and her warm, damp towel by her mat. Looking over to her friends, she saw they were still awake but the hanyou's furry ears were twitching as she walked in and his nose sniffed. It was just Sango after all, so there was no need to jump into action.<br><br>Sango came over to Miroku, silent and friendly, she sat down beside him, seeing his gaze on his cursed hand. "What's on your mind?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 03:00:07</strong>
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				Miroku's eyes drifted up to Sango as she finished her bath and returned to camp.&nbsp; He gave her a faint smile, wrapping both his hands around his staff.&nbsp; &nbsp;He thought briefly about avoiding the subject but decided that it might be better if he were honest with her.<br><br>"I've been thinking about the curse on my family."&nbsp; He said quietly, keeping his hands firmly in place.&nbsp; "About what to do with it."&nbsp; He looked over at her then down at his clasped hands.&nbsp; "About whether or not I should even try and pass my curse along to another.&nbsp; If I should let it die with me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:22:54</strong>
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				Looking away, Sango sighed, it was a hard thing to consider, a hard thing to do. Miroku's life was no easy one and the hole in his hand only got worse day by day. And now, it seemed that the closer they got to Naraku the worse her Monk's hand became. Like maybe it was ready to open up and swallow him whole before they could defeat the demon who had ruined all of their lives.<br><br>Leaning towards him, her head became placed on his shoulder and she whispered, "Well. For one thing, you won't die with it. You're going to live and die in your old age, without the hole in your hand. Once Naraku is dead you'll be free and you won't have to worry about the curse, and you won't have to worry about your children dealing with the same thing. " 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:32:07</strong>
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				Miroku reached over and took one of Sango's hands in his own, leaning his own head to rest it against hers.&nbsp; "My children?"&nbsp; &nbsp;He continued to speak softly.&nbsp; "Or our children?"&nbsp; He suppressed a sigh as he continued.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Is it fair of me to even ask you to continue this journey with me?"&nbsp; He pressed a kiss into her hair.&nbsp; "Will you stay with me to the end then?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 04:47:22</strong>
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				Sango's fingers slide through his and she moved her head up against his, smiling just a little as her eyes lifted and their gazes met. "Our children," she corrected herself. At the kiss against her dark hair she just smiled and then whispered into his ear, "I be here until your old and your good looks and body have faded away. I promise. There's nothing I'd rather do then to move forward in this journey with you. There's no one else and there never will be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lovers in Japan [Reyne and Hunter]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hunter</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 19:29:03</strong>
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				Sango's words make Miroku feel better but really didn't settle the issue in his mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;He gave her hand a gentle squeeze then whispered back, not wanting to wake the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Then our children it will be."&nbsp; He agreed quietly, disengaging himself from her after a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You should get some sleep."
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