Let me get this straight.

I'm not a flirt, I just love women, and I mean a lot.

I know, I know it's becoming a problem, but seriously can you blame me? I walk into towns, flourished with women. The tall, the skinny, the large, the incredible ass, the lovely face, the not so lovely face, and what can I do? Everyone needs a little love. And I just happen to give a lot of love. It just happens to come with the sweet talk, the flirty swagger, and the occasional feel. It's a package.

…

Who am I kidding?

I am a flirt.

I admit it, but only to myself. I would rather not explain myself, especially right now. You see for right now I'm standing in front of a not so happy Sango. Sure I could just tell her all the things I was thinking about a few seconds ago, but I feel as if that would only fuel her anger. For one point: It just proves her that I'm a playboy, and two: Instead of listening to her angrily yelling at me, I tuned her out and listened to my thoughts. I think that number two would make her angrier.

…

Hold on a minute…

…Uh oh…

She stopped talking. I know that it wasn't those 'Ooh I'm so angry I can't even speak!' silences. It was one of those, 'I just asked you a question, and I am waiting for your prompt response.' I could tell and now I have no idea what she was talking about. I stare at her, but by her look I get the feeling that she is thinking 'I'm so angry, and if you don't answer soon, I can and will punch you in face.' I would rather not have that happen.

Well now what…Either I could go the route of 'I believe there is a demon a foot' and run in a random direction, preferably away from the scene. I could fake symptoms and suddenly collapse on the floor. Or I could always tell her that she happened to have a bug on her skirt, and that is why I didn't hear…her question…and that she…needs to repeat …wow…she has a really nice ass.

"Miroku!" she says sharply, folding her arms.

I can't help myself. I could have answered the question, but I couldn't resist! I reach out. She freezes. And I stroke her bottom.

And I get a painful smack to the face, and am now on the ground.

She points at me wanting to yell at me, scream, but she is so angry and now confused by her female urges, that she can only open her mouth, and point menacingly, but no words come out. I stare at her, a hand to my cheek, smiling as I watch her trying to make up her mind of either continuing to yell at me for me hitting on other women, or start yelling at me for hitting on her. She points again, more menacing than the first, her cheeks flushed, but from here, it's just adorable. Eventually, she realizes she isn't getting anywhere, because my smile is growing bigger, she 'Hmpfs' and staggers away.

I watch her hips sway as she makes an exit, becoming entranced by her again. It's a great view. Suddenly, she turns around, this time ready to say something, notices my eyes, resorts to an angry noise and disappears into the bushes.

I know I shouldn't have done it, now that I see I'm sitting on the ground in pain, but at the same time I got successfully got to avoid awkward questioning, caress her lovely body, and watch her get flustered at the same time. I would have to say, I think the good outweigh the bad here.

Plus this seemed to be the best option didn't it?

I just thought of it, and I had to write it. It was one of the times where I just let it go! Reviews are cool, but thank you for reading! Let's hope I can write more eh?

Lovey, dovey, fromieee….Love Soda (I suck are rhymes.)