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Summary: "They had all tried it." The well proves to be too tempting for anyone to ignore. A series of nine one-shots of varying lengths.
With Both Feet
Chapter 3: Sango
Sango left Miroku twitching in the dirt and stormed away, fuming. He'd been unbearable for the last two days, and with Kagome and Inuyasha gone through the well, there'd been no escape for her. She'd tried hiding in Kaede's shadow for a while, but the presence of the elderly miko didn't dissuade him from his lecherous groping. She should have known better. He was utterly shameless.
The problem was that the houshi was bored, and when he got bored he tended to find ways to entertain himself. But why couldn't he entertain himself with something besides her ass?
She found herself at the well, as though her presence could somehow make Inuyasha and Kagome return early to rescue her from being the object of Miroku's "affections". Sighing, she kneeled beside the well and rested her elbow on it, her chin in her hand.
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to see Kagome's world. Every description she'd heard from Kagome (or Inuyasha, when he was in a good mood) made her era sound like a truly wondrous place. Looking down into the well, she wondered if it would be possible for her to go through.
"Sango-san!"
At the sound of Miroku's searching call, Sango did something she very rarely did. She panicked.
With a flying leap, she dove over the rim of the well, with wild thoughts of somehow escaping into Kagome's era. It was only when she was in mid-flight that it occurred to her to wonder: What am I doing?
Twisting in mid-air like a cat, she latched onto the vines growing inside the well. Her downward momentum came to an abrupt halt with a wrench that nearly pulled her arms from their sockets, but her sideways movement continued, bouncing her painfully against the inside wall of the well. Grimacing, she let herself swing there for a minute. Maybe she could just hide here…
Footsteps thudded softly on the ground, coming closer. A shadow fell across the well, and Sango looked up. She couldn't see Miroku, just the long shadow he cast in the evening sun, but he was definitely standing very close.
"Sango-san!" he called again. "Come on, I said I was sorry!"
Sango stayed very still and quiet as her arm muscles started to burn with exertion. Please don't look in the well…
The footsteps shuffled a bit, and Sango held her breath. Then, to her great relief, they retreated in a different direction. She waited until Miroku's calls faded into the distance, and then pulled herself up out of the well and fled back to the village, in hopes of avoiding any more embarrassment.
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