True Colors

Disclaimer- No, I do not own any of the InuYasha characters.  If I did, I think I would be a lot richer than I am now.  They all belong to the honorable RumikoTakahashi, so please don't get mad, don't yell, and don't throw things at me.  The song True Colors was by Sarina Paris, or at least according to Lyrics dot com is it.

A/N I guess this is one of those one-shot song fics.  I don't know. 
This here is my first fan fiction ever, so if it sucks I apologize in advance.  I heard this song on the radio and it was stuck in my head for about a week until I got the idea for this.  Please read and review because I need comments from someone!  My email is [email protected].  My friends all think these Miroku/Sango fics are stupid so please r&r, cause they won't!   . . . gosh I don't know if I did this right . . .

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But I see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors
That's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors, true colors
Are beautiful, like a rainbow

It had been a quiet day so far, with Kagome back in her time due to something called "finals", InuYasha moping at Kaede's all afternoon and Sango unusually solemn.  Miroku sighed with mild boredom and leaned back against a tree.  He glanced at the demon slayer at his side, idly watching her polish her huge boomerang weapon. 

Sango glanced up from Hiraikotsu.  "What is it, Houshi-sama?" she asked.  "Why are you staring at me?"

"Just admiring your radiant beauty," he casually replied and smiled as Sango pressed her lips together, turning red. 

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then changed her mind, got up, and left.  "I'm going to Kaede's," she mumbled as she walked past him. The tiny kitsune and fire cat demon that had been slumbering at her side sprang up and bounded after her in their youthful energy.

Miroku watched them go until they disappeared from sight over a slight hill.  Then, as he so often did when he was alone with his thoughts, he gazed at his cursed hand and let his thoughts wander to the demon slayer. 

You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small

He loved her; there was no question about that.  He hadn't always known that he did, but it seem to have started when he first met her.  She didn't respond in the usual way girls did to his shameless flirting.  That on its own made him take a step back and really get a good look at the girl.  Every other woman her had ever met suddenly seemed so silly, giggly and . . . no offense to Kagome or anyone else, a little immature at times compared to her.  She seemed to posses this quiet strength and a saddened heart, which made him desire to get to know the real Sango more than anything. 

He was in denial almost all their time together, still asking other girls to bear his child and acting like the demon slayer was the same as just any acquaintance, which was as far from the truth as possible.  He kept telling himself that he didn't love her, since love was something that frightened him.  But he soon learned that it wasn't something meant to be fought.  That was probably why he kept groping the poor thing; he wanted her so badly that he forgot himself at times.  He had long since learned that living was basically made up of two things; affecting people and being affected by people.  Only most people are too self-centered to realize that they affect people without even trying (A/N Just a little quote from my boyfriend).  Or, in Sango's case, they were too afraid to realize.

Show me a smile, then
Don't be unhappy, can't remember
When I last saw you laughing
If this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Cause you know I'll be there

He understood her hatred for Naraku more than anyone else probably did; Naraku had killed her family, as he had Miroku's.  The Houshi's curse was eating him slowly, day by day, so he had been forced to come to terms with his feelings for Sango.  Sango had nothing pushing her, and she seemed too afraid to come out from her shell.  She barely allowed herself to get close to anyone, even her friends, and she hardly ever laughed or even smiled.  He understood that after losing her family she didn't want to be hurt again, but the Sango inside that came out in those rare smiles made something inside him burn with a feeling he had never known before. 

Miroku shivered, and wondered how long he had been sitting there daydreaming.  The sun had set and the air was growing cold.  Standing up and heading back to Kaede's he heard his prayer beads keeping his Kazaana dormant clink together.  Frowning slightly, he gazed down at his clenched fist.  Please Sango, he thought.  Let me into your heart before it's too late.

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When he reached Kaede's, he managed to make out a silhouette of the sleeping InuYasha in a tree above a small fire outside the hut.  Beneath it sat Sango, with Kirara curled up in her lap, watching Shippou dance around to his own humming like a little mononoke.  He could see that she could hardly contain her laughter.  Kami-sama, she's beautiful when she laughs, he thought.    

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore.  "Sango!" he called.  All this time and she was still fighting her real self.  He had to tell her how he felt.

"Yes, Houshi-sama?" she asked breathlessly as she trotted over to him.

"Miroku," he corrected her as he tilted her face up to meet his.  "Why do you fight it?" he asked softly.

"Wha-…fight what?  What are you saying?" she asked nervously.

"This," he answered as he indicated the two of them, standing very close together.  "Us."

She blushed furiously and a frightened expression came across her face.  She looked down at his hands intertwining with hers.  "The Kazaana," she answered simply.  "What if we don't defeat Naraku in time?  What if--if…"

"I die?" he finished for her.  "Sango, I know you don't want to lose anyone after your family.  But…you can't always fight who you are."

When this world makes you crazy
And you've taken all you can bear
You call me up
Because you know I'll be there

"I won't leave you, Sango," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.  He gently touched his lips to hers, and then rested his cheek against her hair. She stiffened at first, but then allowed herself to melt against him.  She fit perfectly in his arms.  "I love your true self.  I love it when you smile and let your true colors come out."

And I'll see your true colors shining through
I see your true colors
That's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors, true colors
Are beautiful like a rainbow

He smiled and looked down at her silky brown hair shining in the firelight.  No, he thought to himself.  Brown is for people with no imagination.  There was brown, sure, but there were also black and gold and red and a thousand other hues he could only begin to describe.  Beautiful, he thought.  Like a rainbow.