Another story I found in my notebook, I was originally going to post it as a oneshot but I think I'll put it up in three chapters to increase the suspense.
Sango watched from the shadows as he flirted with the women. Again. She had always felt compelled to watch him, even though it hurt her. She should have been expecting it really, but it still hurt. He hadn't after all said that he would stop flirting with other women, just that…if they ever defeated Naraku, he wanted to be with her. A silent tear slid down her cheek. Then, slap! The monk stumbled back, his face red from the woman's blow. Sango inhaled quickly, that was their routine, something that she and the monk alone had shared before. Women responded in all sorts of ways to Miroku's wondering hands, but until now Sango had been the only one who had ever slapped him for it. Something inside her snapped. She ran blindly through the woods, tears streaming down her face, unaware of the branches that tore at the hair and clothing. Not knowing where she was going, wanting only to get away.
Miroku started, he hadn't realised she had been watching. The first he had known of her presence was the flash of green and pink as she took off from her hiding place. What ill fates were they that gave him such lecherous mannerisms? He just couldn't seem to help himself, especially when Sango wasn't there to give him disapproving looks. It wasn't as if you said you wouldn't, he told himself. But…he had told her his feelings; or most of them anyway- he actually said that he loved her. He was afraid of how she might respond. With a slap probably. He smacked himself on the forehead: of course! That was why she was so upset. That woman has slapped him, just like Sango always did. He treasured her slaps; it was one of the rare times that they came in skin-to-skin contact. And he wasn't sure if he was imagining it, but he could have sworn that recently he had seen a glint of amusement in her eye. Miroku was snapped out of his thought by a loud splash and a scream up ahead.
"Sango I'm coming," he ran in the direction that the noises had come from.
She hadn't seen the cliff-top, or the rocks in the lake until it had been too late.
DunDunDun! Review and let me know what you think, if you do it'll inspire me to type up the rest. : )