Author's notes: This is not a full episode. It is just a little romance thing.
Disclaimer: I only own my muses. These characters are not mine. These situations ARE mine.
Dictionary:
-sama: title- Lord or Lady.
So-sama: Monk
Daydream: In the case of Miroku...
Kagome sat down heavily on a boulder in the middle of the path they were traveling on. I need to take a break, she announced. She took off her shoe, and emptied it of the many pebbles inside. It feels like we've been walking forever.Inu Yasha sighed. It hasn't been very long at all. You're just weak. Kagome glared at him.
Sango spoke up, I think I could use a rest as well. Miroku nodded.
Feh, weaklings, commented Inu Yasha, a notoriously sore loser.
Kirara saw a butterfly nearby. She sunk her body down low, and pounced on it. But the butterfly flew just out of reach. Kirara chased after it playfully.
Hey, wait for me! cried Shippo. Kagome and Sango exchanged smiles.
Inu Yasha was watching Shippo out of the corner of his eye as well. Kagome turned to him. he muttered. Kagome's face sunk.
Why do you always choose the most inopportune times to be in a bad mood? she cried.
I'm not in a bad mood! Inu Yasha argued.
Then what do you call the way you're acting now?!! Kagome shouted back.
Sango remembered something. She turned to Miroku. Now would be an opportune time to ask; everyone else was busy.
she whispered to him. Can I ask you a favor?
In the flatter part of a valley near the path they had just been on, Sango and Miroku stood on opposite sides.
What was the question you wanted to ask me? Miroku asked.
Ah, well, um... Sango was turning bright red. Her behavior intrigued the monk. I, um. I've noticed that I haven't been fighting very well lately. I was hoping you... She looked down blushing furiously. I was hoping you would spar with me.
The request had not been quite what the monk had been hoping for, but he certainly didn't mind. Of course, Sango-sama. He took a battle stance. Feel free to come at me whenever you wish.
Sango nodded. Readying her feet, she launched herself towards the monk. she cried, as she launched her giant boomerang bone at the monk.
Miroku unwound the prayer beads from around his hand. He released his wind tunnel on the Hiraikotsu, just long enough to send it flying off course. That left Sango defenseless-- or so he thought.
Sango stood her ground and whipped something towards him. It moved faster than his eyes could follow and wrapped around his foot. Sango pulled at what was now apparently a chain, and it pulled Miroku's foot out from under him.
Sango went running past him, to reclaim her Hiraikotsu. Miroku could not allow her to get it back. He reached out and grabbed her foot, causing her to fall on her face.
Miroku got up and held both of Sango's wrists to the ground. It was then that he realized just what it looked like he was doing, sitting on top of her and holding her down.
Their faces were so close together. Miroku even thought he saw her blushing. He didn't know what to do. Should he apologize and move out of the way? What if she hadn't noticed?
Miroku opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly felt strangely drawn to her. The look on her face probably reflected the way he was feeling. No matter how awkward the scenario, it felt right.
Miroku moved his face closer to Sango's. She gasped and moved her face closer to his as well. Only a few inches apart now, Miroku could smell her sweet perfume. Though she was sweaty from the battle, she still smelled beautiful. Miroku could almost feel his lips on hers. They were almost together--
Miroku woke up with a start. A dream? he thought to himself. How strange... He had always thought Sango was very attractive, but never really thought about her in the way the dream had expressed.
He looked around. The campfire was still lit, though the others appeared to be asleep. He decided he would go for a walk to freshen up his mind.
Only a few yards away was the boulder they had come upon in Miroku's dream. Sitting upon it was Sango. The dim firelight cast a glow over her, dancing across her perfect features.
Miroku spoke up. What are you doing awake?
Sango turned around and gawked at him, a blush coming across her cheeks. Uh, well I um... I had a dream, she said at last.
Miroku came over and sat next to her. A nightmare? he asked.
Sango's blush deepened. Well, no. But, well, it was strange.
How so?
Well, you were in it, Miroku listened intently as Sango explained. And we were sparring and then -- So-sama! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!
Ah, gomen Sango-sama. My hand was possessed, explained Miroku.
