Written last week for the authoress Aamalie's birthday. While this is only just being posted now, I hope she had the best birthday possible and will continue to have a wonderful year. Much love, Aama-chan. ((hugs))

Be aware that this fic contains spoilers for episode 132 chapter 292 for the anime and manga respectively. Aside from that, I hope you enjoy this. If you could, please drop a review upon completion to tell me what you thought of it, yes? Constructive criticism is always open. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha. I do, however, "borrow" the characters for my own sick amusement.
Misunderstood

"I don't understand him."

Sango shoved the cloth in her hands beneath the surface of the water—much more roughly than was really necessary, Kagome realized. Wringing out the skirt she herself held, Kagome tilted her head. "Miroku-sama, you mean?"

"Of course him!" The splash that came from Sango's next dunk of the fabric was large enough to hit Kagome's leg. "He can't take a hint! He'll grope me when I tell him not to, talk to me in a way that is just... urgh, perverted, and then today he..."

Sango promptly cut herself off, and Kagome only had to look up to see her friend's teeth digging into her lower lip.

The blush that was quickly rising was a dead giveaway.

"Okay, Sango-chan, what did he do?" Really, they were engaged now. If Sango still wasn't comfortable with her soon-to-be husband, Kagome was concerned that she might never be.

Sango's face remained red as she spoke.

"Kagome-chan... have you ever kissed a boy before?"

It took all of three point two seconds for Kagome to blink, put the pieces together in her head, clap her hands, and squeal.

Loudly.

"Sango-chan, he kissed you!"

"Shouldn't that be obvious?"

"I suppose so... oh, Sango-chan, tell me everything!"

Sango drew her chin down, as though Kagome's enthusiasm was causing her to recede into herself, and she sighed. The wet fabric in her hands was all but forgotten as she spoke. "Well... I was sharpening Hiraikotsu today and... I thought I was alone, and then he... he came up behind me and... sort of..."

Sango made a sweeping motion with her arms, as though she was hugging an invisible tree. Kagome nodded.

"And that was awkward but... kind of nice. But then, he turned to me and I could feel... I could feel him breathing on my cheek... and then he..." Now Sango was puckering her lips. Kagome got the message easily enough; it didn't surprise her that Sango was hesitant to use the word "kissing" to describe what Miroku had done.

"And he told me... 'In spite of everything, know that I care. Be happy no matter what, Sango...'

"And then he left."

A few seconds' pause.

"So... what do you make of this, Kagome-chan?"

More silence.

And then Kagome shot up from her seated position and ran back to camp, screaming, "I TOLD YOU SO, INU-YASHA!"

Sango sat dumbly for a few minutes, rubbing the still-moist cloth in her hands. Then she heard the sound of footsteps, of rings on a staff hitting one another.

"Well... I have to hand it to you Sango... you were right about what she'd do."

"Don't underestimate the knowledge of a friend," she said, not turning around, but instead holding out a hand toward the man behind her. "Pay up, houshi-sama."

"Hm... how about instead we reenact what you described to Kagome-sama?"

"How about instead I smack that lecherous grin off your face?"

Miroku sighed and placed the bag of coins in Sango's hand.

"You drive a hard bargain, dear Sango."

And still with her back to him, Sango couldn't help but smile. "Only because you force me to."