| Sango, dear Sango. Sango, Sango with the swords, Sango with Kirara, the Sango that knows how to dance and how to sing, of how to face fears and how to cry, but be happy in those times of Golden memories. Sango of September roses, Sango of heartbreak, Sango of steel tears that refuse to melt. Sango who dies when she is clearly going to be revived. Sango who knows how to tango under the moonlight and let it all out, and let it all fly away. Sango who knows biege from beige green, the Sango that screams and shouts and dreams, and, and... Fights.
The Sango that fights demons and ghosts and dark preistesses...
The one that fights for immortality, even when she knows time is running out to get Kohaku...
Sango who looks at you with raised eyebrows when you say something weird, not afraid to fight those who laughs when everyone elses seems to understand, not that anyone would laugh at sweet, determined Sango...
Who should be worshiped as much as love, known to more people then death, and deserves happiness more then heaven itself...
Sango who fights for honor, who dies for honor, who knows what true honor is.
Sango who taught the people around her to fight more then needed to, just so they could come out victorious.
Sango who fights the tears everyday, to the very last day, for her life depends on it.
It is Sango who knows fear like the back of her hand, yet never avoids it...
Sweet, sweet Sango. I would have said she was mine, because oh, how I want her to be mine. Imagine, Sango, mine... But it is all daydream, I could a sure you.
Sango who I adore, can she be mine? But no, of course not, Sango doesn't understand, and I guess, my logic is so twisted I have a hard time understanding it...
See Sango? I love you too much for you to pity me, and damn it, I want you to understand, but not to pity... I want your ever lasting love, your promises, your nod when I ask you to love me forever and ever.
The butterfly kisses, I want those, and yet, I think your only impressions were that, well, anyone will do... But have you noticed Sango? That every girl I lure looks somewhat like you. Long slender fingers, black prefectly cut bangs, sweet sweet temptation. I learned long ago an imitation will never one day truly replace the oringinal, like Kagome and Kikyo, who shares one being, but too identities...
Who can understand my still growing love? The one that bursts like fire, like ice, like unimaginable tears. Floods, oh Sango! What can I do? Can I chose?
Can you understand still?
Am I hope, or am I pain? Am I tragity, or and I humor?
Damn it Sango, why, why can I not make you understand without making you pity me? For I know you will never love me if you pity me... So I keep all my tears, and all my fears, and all my iron gripped heart gripped tighter in steel...
And Sango, you're the only one who has a fire big enough to rip the steel apart, melt the iron...
Sooo... What do you think of this Mirouko/Sango romance? It's only the beggining, of course, but whatya think? |
