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The pain of Sango's arm awoke her from the dream she was having. She looked up and saw that it was still dark out and the stars twinkled bright. Sango cradled her demon-bitten arm and wished she had more of the medicine Miroku had made her earlier. It helped ease the pain. She could have wakened the monk and asked him to make her some more medicine, but he might get the wrong idea. Then again, because the wound was so severe, he might understand.

"Damn him," Sango hissed. She crawled over to Miroku and nudged him on his shoulder. "Miroku!" she whispered, "Miroku! Wake up!"

"Send in the women," he mumbled in his sleep.

He's probably more perverted in his dreams, she thought.

She nudged him a bit harder, "Miroku!"

"Sango?" he said as his eyes opened, "What's the matter? What's going on?"

"I can't sleep because of my arm. I was hoping, if it's not too much trouble, if you can make me some more of that medicine."

"S-sure," he said with a yawn, "No trouble at all." He stood up and began to collect the right amount of herbs.

"Thank you," said Sango. She walked back over to her sleeping bag. She watched Miroku as he continued to prepare the medicine.

"Your arm might hurt for awhile. That bite was pretty bad," said Miroku, "If you want to heal, you should take it easy."

"I've had worse wounds than this," she informed him, "I can manage it."

Miroku handed her the medicine and sat beside her, "Not until the poisons fully out of your system. The medicine will help, but it will have some side effects. I had to substitute some of the herbs because I ran out. It will still dull the pain."

"What kind of side effects?" Sango asked looking at the medicine skeptically.

"It varies, but nothing too serious. It'll probably just make you a little emotional," he replied.

Sango took a sip. The warmth fell over her making her feel a bit lighter. As she drank more, the pain in her arm dissolved to a little more than nothing and so did her thoughts and cares.

Miroku noticed Sango had a strange smile on her face. He removed his hand from her behind before asking, "Sango, are you feeling okay?"

Sango sighed, "Never better," she laid her head on his shoulder. She looked up at him and smiled, "You are very kind Miroku. You know how to take care of me. I should let you do that more often."

The medicine must be making her act this way. And she probably won't remember what happens…Miroku thought to himself.

Sango stared at him, "You know, you look different in the moon light. You're…much handsomer. Your skin has a glow to it." Her smile broadened.

Miroku put his hand around her waist. He smiled when she didn't smack him. When he groped her butt, it sent an electric shock through her spine. And Sango enjoyed it, even in a right sate of mind. She moved closer to him.

"What are you thinking about?" ha asked as she gazed into his eyes.

She pressed her lips against his. Although unexpected, he gladly welcomed it. With this reaction, Sango deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He massaged it with his.

Sango grabbed his clothes in her hands and pulled him closer. She placed her hands on the back of his head. Miroku fell over backward, Sango on top of him. Miroku caressed her back and bit down on her neck. She let out a soft moan. She grabbed his clothes again and started to rip them off his chest.

"You're strong," he chuckled.

She licked his chest then said, "I want you, Miroku."

Then a thought popped into his head. If I let this keep going, I'll finally be able to make love to Sango. Not a bad idea…That's what I've been dreaming of (among other things) but not while she's like this… She might even be a virgin. I couldn't take that away from her, not when she's not going to remember…Damnit! The one time I have a conscience!

"Sango, wait," Miroku said reluctantly.

Sango looked up at him.

"We-we can't do this. It's not right…you- you need your rest."

"I feel fine," said Sango, "I've never felt more awake." She kissed him again.

He bit his lower lip, "Well, then… I need my rest."

"Are you saying I'm not good enough for you? Is that what you're saying?" She got off of him and stood up.

"No, no," said Miroku trying to quiet her. "You're not well. You really need your rest."

"I can't believe you of all people are rejecting me," tears swelled up in her eyes, "I thought you cared about me!"

"Sango, I do. Calm down," Talk about mood swings.

"Fine," Sango yelled and she slumped down on her sleeping bag. Within seconds, she was sleeping.

Miroku shook his head and stood up, "I can't believe I just did that! I am such an idiot!…I guess I shouldn't be too upset. Maybe it wasn't the medicine talking, though I hardly believe that."

He laid his head down and yawned, "No one would believe me if I told them."

Inuyasha blinked his eyes from the tree where he watched. He had woken up when Sango started to cry.

"Sango came on to Miroku?" Inuyasha whispered, "And Miroku rejected her? I don't know which is harder to believe."

The next morning...