-1Sango walked next to Miroku, her glance darting to his expressionless face every two minuets. He seemed like he didn't remember. If he did, he was a really good actor. Sango squinted at him with a glare. If he did remember, then why hadn't he confronted her about the situation? It was a serious matter. At least to her it was. He had probably done it a thousand times, so this was no different. Of course there was always the possibility that he had been so wasted that it really was all a blur to him. In that case she was the one who needed to confront him about it.
Sango cursed herself under her breath. She hated her little internal mental disputes she had been having as of late. She blamed her God forsaken pregnancy hormones. Damn things. She had been extremely moody and she hated trying to keep it all bottled up. The slightest action would piss her off, or something stupid like a dead demon would make her want to cry. It was ludicrous. If she showed her insane hormones, there was no doubt that Kagome would take notice and would defiantly say something. Then she would have to explain the whole story in front of everyone, which would only lead to her upsetting and embarrassing Miroku, which she defiantly didn't want to do.
"…ango? Sango?" asked a curious Miroku. Sango blushed. There she had gone, off into her own little world. How could she had been so stupid?
"Wuh?" she responded ignorantly. Her face was dumbfounded, and her eyebrows were raised in confusion.
Kagome snickered. She, as well as InuYasha, were standing behind Miroku, who was standing in front of her. He was only about three solid inches away from her face, his hand near his head as if he had been waving it in front of her. They had apparently stopped thanks to her stupid-ness.
"Are you alright?" Miroku asked, smirking at the situation. He had to admit, it was funny and cute to see his strong little slayer acting so clueless. He let out a little chuckle, causing InuYasha and Kagome to follow in full blown laughter. Miroku cracked up soon after. Sango gave a nervous giggle, feeling more and more retarded as the seconds went by. Her face was as red as a cherry, and her smile was absolutely fake. She felt like crying.
"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry. Got a little lost in thought."
Miroku snorted in his laughter. He reached for her bottom and gave it a good grope. "That's quite alright my dear Sango," He managed through his chortling. "I think it's cute when a strong little vixen like you gets all out of it like that."
Sango blushed deeper, almost to the shade of maroon. He had to remember if her was saying stuff like that. Especially in front of InuYasha and Kagome. Gosh could he be anymore embarrassing?!
"Shut up pervert," Sango retaliated, smacking his hand. She walked past him, then strode through InuYasha and Kagome, who had ceased their laugher. She stuck her nose in the air and crossed her arms. People could be so inconsiderate at times.
Kagome ran up next to her. "What's the matter Sango?"
"Humph."
"Common!" InuYasha shouted, surrounding her by standing on her other side. "We were just having some fun! Lighten up!"
Sango walked faster, stomping her feet into the twigs as she went. She was so not in the mood for this. Or much of anything at the moment for that matter. All she wanted to do was sleep.
"Jeez what's her problem?" InuYasha asked an equally confused Kagome.
She shrugged then replied, "Must be that time of the month."
Sango mentally laughed. Yeah right. It hadn't been "time of the month" for about two months. She wished she would get her period. That would make her the happiest girl in the world. Then she would only be moody for a week instead of nine months. She had a theory actually; that when you get pregnant all your period hormones attack you at once and they eat away at your soul and mind and make you go crazy and then when the baby finally pops out you go back to normal. Yeah. That's right. Believe it. Every girl that's ever been pregnant always turns into a psycho-bitch who makes her husband run ridiculous errands for stupid foods that'll only make her fat and then she complains about every little stupid pain that she gets and makes it even harder for herself by putting herself in a mental state were she thinks that the whole world is out to get her. Or so it seems.
Sango wished she could do that too. But no. She had no husband to get her sushi covered in wasabi and syrup in the middle of the night. No husband to rub her feet when she got sore. No husband to be there with her through the child birth.
No. She had to do this all on her own. And she was determined to deliver this thing, hormones and all.
