A/N: Greetings readers of all ages, genders, races, religions, nationalities and social sects. Have another nice Sango/Miroku story, courteousy of half-breed389 publications. Here's something I've always wanted to say to discover the consequences if there are any.

Claimer: What if I do own Inuyasha, huh? Big whoop, wanna fight about it? What are you going to do? That's what I thought. Enjoy the story.

A Fine Line

Chapter 1: I Hate Him!

SMACK!

An all too familiar sound rang through the forest as the hand of a very angry, violated- felling, woman came in contact with the face of the offender. Three guesses to name the two afore mentioned and the first two don't count. Four pairs of eyes belonging to Inuyasha, Kagome, Kirara, and Shippo rolled in unison.

"My deepest apo-"

"Don't even try apologizing to me; you perverted excuse for a monk! You just don't get it do you? How long will it take for me to beat some sense through that thick skull of yours?" Sango yelled, crimson-faced.

"Sango, it's not my fault! It's the hand I tell you! The haunted hand!" Miroku pleaded his case.

"You think after all this time he'd be able to come up with a stronger excuse. That one is so weak." Inuyasha gave his two cents. Sango, who was still brimming with anger finished off her serving of the stew Kagome had prepared for their company, and stomped off to a near by spring. Kagome reluctantly got up as well and followed, knowing the demon huntress would need someone to vent her anger to.

"Follow monk and you may find yourself short a body part that is very dear to you." Sango called towards Miroku, who was sporting the lovely handprint across his face.

"You think he'd learn from experience one of the days." Shippo commented to his doggish companion.

"Yeah. And his 'haunted hand' excuse shows a lack of creativity." Inuyasha agreed.

"Bit its true!" Miroku continued to protest. "I won't say I don't enjoy it but I would never violate a woman such out of my own will." The response was a 'mew' from Kirara which meant something along the lines of 'Give it up Miroku! You are truly pathetic.'.

"Fine don't believe me. But know I would gladly slice this damned hand right off if it wouldn't trigger the wind tunnel's expansion." Miroku finished deftly.

At the springs, Kagome and Sango were conversing over the same subject. "I don't believe that stupid lech! I swear if it wasn't for the wind tunnel, I'd slice that hand of his right off." Sango said, swinging an imaginary axe.

"Sango!" Kagome exclaimed in disbelief, "Surely you don't mean that! Don't you think that's rather harsh?"

"I think that would be a fitting punishment, and I wouldn't think twice before causing some more damage. He deserves it!"

"You're beginning to sound like you really hate him Sango."

"I DO hate him! He deserves to wallow in a muddy whole for the rest of his miserable life!" Sango yelled.

"Riiiiight." Kagome agreed sarcastically, smiling and rolling her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sango shot at her friend, along with a thundering glare.

"Come off it Sango. Any blind fool can see that you love Miroku more than a fat kid loves cake." Kagome explained.

Sango put on a confident grimace. "Feh! That's a pretty absurd thought, any woman loving that pervert."

"Absurd?" Kagome asked. "How so? I love him."

Sango was perplexed. She gave Kagome a quizzical look. "Y-you love him?" Sango asked, feeling a brief moment of fear. "What about Inuyasha?"

"I don't love Miroku like that you dork! I mean like you love a really good friend. Almost like a brother." Kagome explained.

"What's a dork?" Sango asked, not understanding the modern slang.

"It's a term used for someone who's acting foolish."

"You said you loved him." Sango defended. "Besides, it's not an impossible concept. Maybe some girls from your time go for perverted stuff like that."

Some do, but they're all sluts." Kagome continued to inform Sango about the future.

"Sluts?" Sango asked, still confused with Kagome's modern vocabulary.

"Whores." Kagome explained.

"Does that mean you're calling me a whore?" Sango asked unsteadily. "You said I loved Miroku, but only whores go for perverted stuff like that.

"No, sluts just try to bag guys for fun. I mean you actually love him." Kagome clarified.

"But I don't! I hate the bastard!" Sango argued.

"There's a fine line between love and hate." Kagome said with a hinting tone in her voice.

"Yeah, and on this side of it, I hate him. Trust me." Sango responded.

"So, say hypothetically, I did love Miroku that way. You wouldn't mind if I went for him, would you?" Kagome asked a little too innocently for Sango's liking.

"N-n-no. Of course not." Sango said with a waver in her voice. "Not at all."

"I am a genius! I hope Inuyasha doesn't mind my little 'experiment'." Kagome thought to herself.