Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in which I now torture…
Sango sat patiently by an open flame at dusk polishing her Hiraikotsu with Kirara softly mewing in slumber by her knee. The natural sounds of the quieting village not too far away, and the forest creatures sent a calming atmosphere around the camp, which was only inhabited by the slayer for a while.
Soon enough, a monk dressed in dark purple robes appeared from the village pathway with an abashed look upon his features. Slowly, he approached the taijiya.
Noticing the rustle of Miroku settling in front of her, Sango glanced up from her polishing to give the monk a well-deserved glare. "Where have you been?" She asked, returning her piercing gaze to the sturdy bone in her lap and rubbing it furiously. When the priest didn't answer, the woman began pressing so hard on the weapon that he thought she might break it in two. Her eyes whipped back up to stab him accusingly. "Have you been womanizing again?!"
Miroku forced a weak smile and rubbed the back of his neck, "Eh…um…" At his stuttering, the slayer stopped her task to put all her energy into glaring at him. "Dear Sango, my flower…" He pleaded as she stood, picking up to Hiraikotsu threateningly. The monk raised his palms up in a sign of peace, "um, uh…I'm sorry?"
She exploded. "That must be the most pathetic excuse you have ever made up!" Spinning around, the taijiya stomped off with her Hiraikotsu in tow.
Miroku got up and rushed after her crying out pleading phrases and then suddenly blurted, "D-does this mean…we're…we're…we're over?" He stuttered recklessly.
Sango abruptly stopped in her tracks and listened to Miroku stumble to a halt not far behind her. The world went quiet in anticipation, then the slayer whirled around, smacked the lecherous monk upside the head and screamed, "WE WERE NEVER TOGETHER, YOU IDOIT!"
The priest laid on the cold, cold ground, and watched Sango saunter away, still fuming.
She'll forgive him tomorrow.
First chapter up, the next one coming!
-KikyouHater-