Sango threw her giant boomerang, Hiraikotsu, with as much force as she could. It sliced easily through the demon that had previously been standing before her.

At only 5 feet 5 inches tall, Sango the taiji-ya was a force to be reckoned with. No one in the village had the courage to stand opposed to her. She smiled faintly at the thought. Most thought her only weakness was the fact her family had died.

Some had tried to use it against her, and while it mad her mad that they disrespected her in that way, they never actually hurt her emotionally. Only angered her. In true technicality she had only one emotional weakness. If it, or he, could be called that.

Sango raised her arm in the air and caught Hiraikotsu on it's return. Her fire cat youkai, Kirara, stood loyally beside her, in it's transformed state. She went to it and stroked it's head.

A sudden rustle of branches behind her made Sango pull her giant boomerang off her back once again. She let a rare smile grace her lips as a disoriented monk appeared frm the foliage.

He was her one weakness. 'Damn that perverted monk for holding my heart' thought the young taiji-ya with a scowl.

"Ah Sango" purred Miroku. Sango stepped out t the side away from him as he came towards her. She knew his tricks too well for that.

"I see you were hunting. I assume you enjoyed yourself" he murmured looking at the dead youkai that lay before him.

"Hai Houshi-sama, I did have a pleasurable time. Being away from your groping and such is a nice vacation." she replied to the seemingly innocent monk.

"Why Lady Sango, I would never dream of such a thing. I, a faithful servant to Buddha would never think the thought of it" he said indignantly.

"Mhmm, right" she replied with a shake of her head.

She headed back to the camp with her now un-transformed fire cat youkai in her arms. She scratched it's head as it nestled down into her arms.

She returned to the usual arguments that circulated at their camp. Most often it was Inu Yasha and Kagome arguing about one thing or another. On occasion, Shippo would join in the fun just to rile up the hanyou. Much as he was doing now.

Sango sighed and sat down under the cool shade a large tree created. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the rough bark of the trunk. She heard someone sit down next to her in her oasis from the blinding sun. She cracked open one eye to see the monk from previous sitting beside her, staring up into the leafy branches that were higher up.

She too turned her gaze to the heavens. She then glanced down at the houshi's lap to make sure his hands were behaving themselves. To her surprise they were and she returned her gaze to the sky.

She closed her eyes and felt a comfortable aura surrounding her. She smiled softly and when she opened her eyes she saw that she was face to face with none other than Miroku.

His smiled widened. "sango, have I ever asked you who you liked and or love?" he asked.

Sango arched an eyebrow at the question but decided to answer anyways. "No."

"Well then I think it's about time I did" he said mischeviously.

Sango shifted so she was facing him completely. "You want to know do you?" she asked the perverted houshi dangerously. At his nod she sighed.

"I really am in love with" she glanced around to make sure no one would hear her and motioned for the houshi to lean closer.

He did and she whispered "Nobody, now get your hand off of my inner thigh before you see the last of your days houshi-sama."

Miroku looked crestfallen and sat in a depressed state. *I should have known* he thought *She would never fall for the innocent trick.*

-Fin

A/N - yea this is RETARDED but ima gonna post it anyways....please send me your feedback!! Ja ne! ^_~