Uninvited
"Why not?" Sango asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at Miroku. "He was very kind to us, when we came to his castle. The least we can do is invite him to the wedding."
But Miroku stayed uncommonly stubborn, shaking his head in absolute refusal. "My dearest Sango, you know that normally I would not hesitate to fulfill your every wish, but," and he held up a hand to forestall any further argument, "in this one instance I will remain firm. We are not inviting Kuranosuke Takeda to our weeding."
"But you still haven't told me why?" Sango exclaimed, completely exasperated with the monk. He was acting utterly ridiculous and she simply could not understand why. Miroku had his faults – many of them – but he was usually a very kind and sociable person. She could not understand his sudden animosity towards Takeda.
"Because Sango," Miroku said, his eyes firmly fixed on her face. "A man has to draw the line at some things." A small tick appeared on his forehead. "And inviting the man who has proposed to ones future wife to the wedding is one of them."
Sango paused for a beat. "Miroku," she asked, cautiously, "are you jealous?"
The deadpan look he gave her was all the answer she needed. Sango burst into laughter, almost rolling on the floor of their home in her amusement. "You are," she managed to gasp out in-between burst of hysterical laughter, "so adorable sometimes."
At his perplexed expression to her reaction, Sango burst into actual giggles before she flung her arms about him and kissed Miroku lightly on the cheek.
Ah well, the runny nose could stay at his castle as far as she was concerned.