Summary: While trying to get a rise out of Sango, Miroku stumbles on some secret information. How will he react?

A/N: Hey, M/S fans! EpitomeofFluff aka Erika aka Noriko here! This is my first story posted here on Enjoy!

Disclaimer:…if I owned Inuyasha, why would I be wasting my time writing fanfiction for it?

STORY!

The question came from out of the blue.

"Sango, how do you feel about me?"

Needless to say, this startled Sango more than a little; she turned to stare in disbelief at the forward question from the monk, a blush rising to her cheeks as she did so. "What?"

Perhaps she hadn't heard him correctly.

"How do you feel about me?" he repeated, fixing her with an intense stare that almost made her look down.

Damn it.

"Ah…ah…" Play it cool, Sango. Answer his question with a question. "Um…why do you ask, Houshi-sama?"

…that could've come out a little fiercer…

This was why she hated being alone with Miroku. Every time they were alone, he always thought up an uncomfortable question to ask her.

This was one of those times; Kagome had headed back to her time, Inuyasha in tow, and Shippou was out in the village with Kaede, which left Miroku and Sango.

In the hut.

Alone.

Unconsciously, she scooted a few feet away from Miroku.

"Hello? Sango?"

Sango jumped. "Wha-?" She turned even redder from embarrassment as she realized she had been spacing out all through Miroku's talking. "Gomen…I was…thinking…"

He smiled. "That's quite all right.""

There was a short silence.

Sango cleared her throat nervously. "So…uhm…what were you saying?"

"I said, 'I overheard you and Kagome-sama talking the other day, and Kagome-sama mentioned how you had feelings…beyond friendship…for me."

Sango froze.

She couldn't possibly have heard him correctly.

He knew.

She began ransacking her mind for when he could've possibly overheard this forbidden information.

Perhaps it had been last week at the hot springs…she knew she'd heard something in the bushes! She should've gone with her instincts and pelted a good sized boulder, despite what Kagome had said!

Or maybe it was the time that –

"So? Sango? Is it true? Do you hold special feelings for me?" She looked at him once more; he was grinning smugly.

Damn him.

"Hmm?"

"Gah!" When had he gotten that close!

She shoved him away – perhaps a bit too forcefully – and stood abruptly, keeping her head down so her hair shielded her burning face.

Miroku looked up at her, blinking. "Sango?"

"How I feel about you is none of your business," she snapped. "I'm going for a walk."

With that, she stormed off, Kirara hopping on her shoulder and mewling as she did so.

Miroku looked after her, an expression of bewilderment spreading across his face.

Everything he'd just said was a lie, of course; as was every explanation for every question he'd ever asked her when they had their 'alone time'; he just enjoyed getting a rise from her, and seeing that adorable blush spread across her cheeks.

But…

Miroku mulled it over in his head.

Was it possible…

Realization dawned on him.

That he had been right?

A/N: Hehe…Miroku can be such a dolt…but we luffle him for it. :huggles Miroku plushie:

Yes, it was short. It was also a prologue. So I have a good reason! This story should only be about three chapters, maybe four, but I hope you stick around to read it! Which reminds me, the next chapter should be up in around a week. And oh yeah, review!

Ja ne!