Dangerous Love

When Sango and Miroku are inhabited by two unknown spiritual masses, no one understands why they can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

Kitsune Gin: I'm putting it on the record now that this fic is going to get lemony later on. No one can say I didn't warn you. Keeping that in mind, please try not to have murderous thoughts about me as the story progresses. There is more to these "spiritual masses" than I feel like revealing at the moment. Though if someone guesses what the catch is I promise to spit another chapter out in at most 3 days. I'd tell everyone about this little form of torture I have in store for both them and the characters, but… -shifty eyes- well, I admit that I enjoy having the power of a cliffhanger in my hands a little bit to much.

Inuyasha: I'll say. Listen everybody. Don't let her get to you. She has no life. That is why she does this…

Kitsune Gin: Hey! Watch it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own no characters as interesting as the lovable lecherous monk and the fiery tempered demon slayer he can't resist… at least, none that exist outside my head and laptop. Damn. Also, I got the idea for the plot from somewhere else. So some of that I don't own either. (Hehe, what, you thought I might give the plot away? No, I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this.)

Dangerous Love Part One: The Shrine

Will he ever learn to keep his hands to himself thought Sango as she walked, seething, furiously pink in the face and followed by a cheery Miroku currently displaying a very well-defined handprint across his left cheek. Sango contemplated, and decidedly adjusted her boomerang to cover her backside. Then, turning to see Miroku's seemingly jovial expression, reacted instinctively, and soon after, a matching handprint appeared on his right cheek.

"Now Sango, I was walking innocently enough behind you…" reasoned Miroku.

"Innocently my ass," declared Inuyasha under his beath. He was a few yards in front of them on the path.

Shippo snickered rather loudly from Kagome's shoulder beside Inuyasha. Kagome's face was stiffly facing forward. Somehow, it wasn't as easy to watch Sango and Miroku's little battles when they were aware she was nearby.

"… and you already displayed your displeasure with me for my lecherous hands wandering earlier. Why then, did you attack my person again?"

"I'll tell you why!" began Sango heatedly, "You needed more incentive to think twice before doing it again. I'll be damned if the first time vexed you at all!"

At this, even Kagome had to fight not to laugh. Somehow, she didn't think Sango would appreciate that at all.

"But Sango, you should feel as though I complimented you!" said Miroku, almost exasperated.

"Oh really, and why is that?"

"Honestly, if my joy at experiencing any part of you body through touch could not be overcome by physical pain, it must be clear that I find you simply infatuating."

"Or that you are simply kinky," mumbled Inuyasha.

Kagome gave him a warning glance, before she could no longer resist the urge to turn around to watch. Simultaneously, she covered Shippo's ears and eyes as well as she could. Things had officially just gotten too mature for the young fox demon.

"Hey!" resisted the little fox demon as he squirmed to free his senses.

Sango's lips twitched slightly before she answered, "Nothing done with such lecherous taste shall ever be considered a compliment by me." She had never taken her eyes off of Miroku.

Miroku could finally think of no way to shine a better light on his behavior, and smirked in silence, thinking.

Angered for some reason, Sango turned around jerkily and said to Kagome, "Where do you sense the jewel shard?"

"In that direction," she said, pointing over her right shoulder to a path that was partially grown over from infrequent use. Trees grew heavily along its borders, and their roots had begun to infringe upon the edges of the empty path.

"Then let's go." Said Sango in a way that suggested the only thing on her mind was business. Of course, there were a few other things on her mind, all centering around a certain monk, but she determinedly kept those to herself and marched on behind Inuyasha, Kagome, and Shippo.

Sango felt a bit of fuzzy pressure on her ankle and looked down. Kirara had nuzzled her. She thankfully picked up the little fire cat demon, grateful for a distraction from the dangerous turns her thoughts had taken. It never takes long for me to think warmly of that monk, even after a scene like that. Why is that?

Miroku was still smirking as he thought to himself about Sango. She is simply beautiful. I can't get over how adorable she is when she gets angry. I suppose that she really was angry with me though. His smile wavered momentarily. I could swear though, that she had almost smiled that once. This thought had lighted that boyish grin right back into his features.

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The path was becoming increasingly darker. The trees had grown more densely further along the path, and the beginnings of the path had long since become a pinprick of light behind them and then disappeared altogether.

As soon as Sango noted this however, dashes of light became visible ahead, and in what seemed like very little time compared to how long it had taken the path entrance to disappear, they came upon a clearing, where a gleaming golden shrine stood, surrounded by numerous golden flower pots. Each flowerpot was brimming with enormous red rose bushes that seemed to each have an unnaturally large number of flowers. The clearing was breathtaking, but something seemed odd.

"That path looks as if no one has used it for ages, yet this clearing looks as though it has been tended to with great care." Said Sango in an awed voice that seemed almost ashamed it had questioned the clearing.

"I sense a strong spiritual presence here." Said Miroku clearly, "I think that it is the reason the trees have not overtaken this shrine. It's keeping them back. It does seem to allow those roses to flourish unnaturally well, though."

"I sense it to," said Kagome, "but the presence of the shard is overpowering it. It's quite close. In fact, it is in the shrine."

"I thought I sensed a demonic presence earlier…" thought Miroku aloud.

"You did," said Inuyasha flatly, "I can smell it. It must be in the shrine."

"Odd," said Miroku, "the spiritual presence must be veiling some of our senses. It must be very powerful."

"I don't know if I like the idea of going in there…" began Kagome.

"We don't have a choice now do we," said Inuyasha, irritated. "The only way we will get that jewel shard is to follow the demon in. It isn't as though that spiritual thing has started attacking us."

"That's true," contemplated Miroku, "It doesn't seem to be a violent spirit."

"Then what are we waiting around here for?" said Inuyasha headedly. The delay was testing his patience.

"Alright Inuyasha," said Kagome, exasperated, "we just prefer to think things through and not get into things completely blind. We still don't know what's in there though."

"It can't be helped Kagome," said Sango, "The senses we have to sense demonic presence have been veiled and we can no better prepare ourselves now. Unless you can tell us something we don't know."

Kagome scrunched up her face in concentration, but to no avail. She grudgingly nudged Inuyasha forward and followed. Sango, Miroku, and Kirara, who had just transformed into a much larger and more menacing figure and was now carrying Shippo on her back, followed them into the shrine cautiously.

The shrine was dimly lit and eerie inside. The walls were still golden, but without the light of the sun bouncing off of them, they lost most of their luster. The ceiling formed a dome, and two masses of golden glittery substance circling each other in the dome's center. These two substances were the source of light that dimly lit the shrine.

Before the group had had time to admire the scene however, an angry spitting and hissing sound was heard in the far corner of the room. As their eyes adjusted to the light, a gigantic snake demon became visible to them. Its eyes were red and bloodshot, and its green scaly coils swept the floor threateningly.

The snake now began to sway its head close to the dome ceiling, analyzing the group before it, and calculating its next move. It was waiting to see how his opposition would react.

Inuyasha unsheathed the Tetsaiga, Sango readied her boomerang, Miroku clenched his staff firmly in his hand, Kagome drew an arrow to her bow, and Kirara barred her teeth. Any one of them could most likely have taken the demon out on their own, but the group had learned that first appearances weren't everything, and they weren't taking any chances.

"Sango," said Inuyasha, "do you think you could throw an attack at it? I want to see how it reacts before any of us approach it."

"There isn't enough room to throw my boomerang in here," said Sango regretfully as she turned to face Inuyasha, "but if you are uneasy about its behavior I can tell you why it isn't attacking. You must smell the blood by now, and I can tell that it isn't from any victim. That demon has already been injured. I suppose it came in here to hide and bide its time."

Sure enough, a large gash was bleeding freely a few feet below the snake's head. Inuyasha momentarily cursed himself. He had smelled the blood, but hadn't thought much of it. A demon like that normally carried the scent of blood, both demon and human, with it everywhere.

"The shard is embedded in the demon's forehead." Said Kagome.

"Then I guess I'll just have to dig it out then, won't I…" said Inuyasha as he cracked the knuckles in the hand he was not using to hold the Tetsaiga.

Before Inuyasha had approached the snake demon though, it had finally picked a target. Fangs exposed and ready to sink into her flesh, it had lunged toward Sango.

Sango wasn't ready. She'd been distracted when giving Inuyasha her input and before she had time to properly grasp her boomerang, the demon was mere yards away from her. Still attempting to swing her weapon in time, the young demon slayer readied herself for a hard impact, but before it came, Miroku had brought his staff swiftly down on the snake demons neck, decapitating it.

Before Sango had time to look upon Miroku and thank him for saving her life, she received a blow in the stomach that knocked her to the ground on her back, and Miroku, who seemed to have received a similar blow in the back, fell on top of her. The entire shrine grew brighter instantly.

Kitsune Gin: -grins- Heh, and now my fun begins. -suppresses maniacal laughter-

Inuyasha: -scoots away, slowly-

Kitsune Gin: Well, after this chapter I'll probably be writing a lot while I'm in school, because well, what else would I do there?… Oh, wait, you say I'm actually supposed to study in school? What a foreign concept! Anyway, since I'll be doing some writing there, my friends will be adding to these little chats, and if I really abuse my privileges as authoress, they may end up locking me in a closet and hijacking the fic. I tell no lies. They would do it, and thoroughly enjoy it too.