As soon as she stepped out of the well, Kagome knew something was off. Ah, there it is. When she tilted her head to look up, Kagome was greeting by warm smiles and various heads poking in to see her, three heads too many in fact. She slowly climbed her way up, carefully grasping onto each vine while shouldering her giant monstrosity of a backpack. Strangely enough Kagome got used to the tedious climb, her muscles barely straining against gravity.
Grab, foothold, grab, grab, foothold. It didn't take her long to reach the top but a hand inched toward her face before she reached the ledge. It was larger than hers with familiar rough calluses and long feral nails. She grabbed it, allowing Inuyasha to lift her the rest of the way. He grumbled as usual but he was careful.
Miroku smiled a couple feet from teetering Inuyasha, seeing the familiar soft ebony peek out from the well's edge. Kagome's hair gave way to her cute little face, with big doe eyes and a bright smile. He missed seeing her, everyone did, but he missed her legs in particular. He couldn't wait for that lovely future invention, the 'skurt', to flash a bit of those lovely, dark blue- Wait, dark blue skin?
She was wearing… leg covers. What did she call them again? Oh right, she was wearing a 'p-ah-nt'. Even though they hugged her legs nicely, he was pretty disappointed. He didn't hesitate to hum out his observations causing Kagome to tilt her head in cute oblivion. She dusted her pants off, waiting for an answer. He just shook his head, his staff ringing softly at the movement. He seemed to be looking at her legs before his gaze met hers, a bit of disappointment in his eyes. Disappointment at what?
"Welcome back, Kagome-sama."
"It's good to be back."
When Inuyasha barked at them to start moving, Kagome slowed her pace, staying back to look over herself. Was it something I did? Kagome didn't change her hair, she wasn't really dolled up, her chest was moderately covered, and she was wearing pants… Her pants.
Oh, it's my pants.
She smacked her palm against her forehead with a mixed giggle and sigh. Of course, Miroku-sama liked peeping on bare skin, legs in particular… Speeding up a bit, Kagome's gaze fell down from the back of Miroku's head to the patched dark purple robes that curtained his most likely lean body. Maybe she could peek… She definitely should peek. A blush formed on her face as she caught up with the rest of the group.
They packed up from Kaede's village and started their journey, once again. Inuyasha was at the front with Sango, Miroku was trailing behind them, and Kagome and Shippo were all the way in in the back. Kagome happily chatted excitedly with the young fox demon before an embarrassed cry, a loud slap, and a thump of a body dropping to the floor interrupted all movement. Inuyasha watched from afar as Kagome jogged by with the initial plan to keep ahold of Sango, just in case that she might end up killing the perverted monk. Sango was positively boiling, steam almost coming out of her ears as Miroku smiled cheekily at her, brushing himself from off the ground. Kagome sighed, changing her pace and her plan. She did a mental count, pieces of ideas coming into her mind as she stopped right behind the monk himself.
Three. She picked the the fallen monk's staff and twirled it experimentally. The chiming was pretty, she thought as Miroku blurted out some good-natured excuses. Two. Kagome firmly grasped the end of the golden staff and hooked it underneath the back end of Miroku's robe. One. She lifted the staff high, raising the modest purple fabric up to his upper thigh, and quickly squatted down with an inquisitive tilt of her head to check out what was underneath Miroku's coverings.
The reaction was explosive. Yelps and jaws dropping filled out in the background as Miroku stood stiff, muscles so tense you would think he was a statue if not for the strained breathing exhaled in an awkward sigh. Kagome mentally patted herself on the back and laid her elbows on her bent knees, lying her chin on her interlocked hands with satisfaction.
"Wah, your legs are hot, Miroku-sama! Too bad you're wearing leggings."
"L-leggings, K… Kagome-sama?" Miroku found it a bit hard to speak, turning his head stiffly to look down at the suddenly-confident girl. She nodded with a small smirk," Leggings, Miroku-sama, kid of like… stretchy, tight-fitting pants."
Miroku nodded with a shaky hum, turning completely to pat down the back of his robes, and suggested," So just like your 'p-ah-nts', Kagome-sama?"
Kagome looked up, eyes brightening with awe as her smile widened. Miroku was coughing off his embarrassment kind of cutely, a gloved-and-beaded fist covered his mouth as he held out his left hand for her to grab. Dark indigo eyes roamed over her face with the faintest shade of pink dusting his cheeks, Kagome wasn't too sure if she actually saw it. She blinked a couple of times, making sure to commit the image to memory before taking his hand.
"Just like my pants."
He smiled at the new knowledge, though mocking a sigh as he took his staff from Kagome's hands. Kagome smiled, knowing there was going to be a good reply in his attempt to save himself from the situation.
"Anyways, how shameless of you to peep on a holy monk such as myself", he chastised her jokingly. She just laughed and dusted off her pants.
"Forgive me, Miroku-sama, it's easy to forget that you're as saintly as they come."