Inuyasha, "Support" Miroku x Sango, rated PG

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Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Support
Author: paynesgrey
Rating: PG
Words: 546
Notes: From episode 3 of The Final Act “Meido Zangetsuha”. Written for the MirSan week at Tumblr.

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Summary: She tries to unburden him of her gloomy presence, but he refuses.



Sango’s heart thrums with a heavy weight. Kohaku has left, and knowing that his purpose is to give up his jewel shard - the one thing keeping him alive - pains her, and she feels a sour ache in her chest at knowing his final day will come.

The thought almost makes her feel alone - almost, as Mirkou sits by her side, his presence is the only warmth keeping her from falling over in tears. Instead, she gazes out into the vast rolling landscape. The birds sing contently around them, knowing none of her burdens and going on with their little lives. She tries to find enjoyment from the cool air and the late afternoon sunlight. A moment of peace amidst this beautiful day is a transient balm to her thoughts.

But she’s so tired. So very very tired of this whole nightmare - from start to finish, all at the hands of Naraku. She’s weary of losing her brother over and over again. She doesn’t know if she can bear it this time. The only cure to all the pain is to give into this numb ache, this exhaustion from fighting and never really winning. Losing Kohaku would be a battle lost for her, even though it may win the war for everyone else.

Sango understands her brother’s intentions, but as his sister she can’t help be selfish. She tries not to give fire to those thoughts, and instead she attempts to unburden Miroku of her gloom.

First, she apologizes. “I’m sorry for being so sluggish,” she says. She can feel him shift toward her on the grass. She enjoys his body next to hers, the comfort he offers by just being next to her.

She feels, however, Miroku doesn’t deserve her poor mood. Maybe she should be alone.

She suggests perhaps he find distraction somewhere else - though, not with someone else, she clarifies.

She should expect his response. He’s not going anywhere, and he’s staying by her side. His support warms the dull ache just a little, and she feels grateful.

He leans closer, and she listens to his words as fine endearments when he stresses that by her side is where he needs to be. She doubts, for a second, that maybe this Miroku isn’t really her Miroku, but rather a fox in disguise. She feels slightly ashamed for doubting him, but she has to check.

She slides her arm around him, moving in for an embrace. Instead, her hand delicately travels down the back of his robe to his bottom. Well, she muses, there’s no fox tail there. So, this is Houshi-sama after all.

He’s surprised, to be sure, and when she gives her meaning she can’t help but share in his embarrassment. She embraces him closer, wishing for a longer moment. If only they could stay like this for awhile, and then maybe her troubles will go away. Perhaps unseen, Miroku’s warmth and loyalty will keep her demons at bay.

She feels him lean closer, and as they snuggle she chuckles. She’s very glad that it is him.

And secretly, she thinks, she is also happy to give him a taste of his own medicine for once. She would never complain at having an excuse to touch him, either.