He sighed, nodding. "Hai..."
Sango was an icicle. If
Miroku didn't get her warmed up quickly, she was going to die. Her
wet clothes weren't helping any, either. Miroku winced, thinking
of the lumps he'd be recieving after this was over. "Sango-sama,
this is for your own good." He said to the now unconsious demon hunter.
He undid the top and quickly pulled it off, then her pants, trying to forget
the fact he had a lap full of beautiful girl.
*Feh...if any one saw this,
they'd think I really was a pervert...but, Kagome told me about her lessons...and
I listened.* When she was naked, he stripped himself, then the kitsune.
"Hang on, Sango-sama..."
Miroku whispered, concerned.
"You better have a damn good
excuse for this, houshi..." A weak voice came back to him.
"Sango-sama!" He exclaimed,
hugging her, despite their nudity. "You're alright!"
She blinked, startled.
She hesitantely looked under the blanket and saw she, the houshi and the
kit were naked as the day they were born. "MIROKU!" She screeched,
moving away from him and as far away as possible without getting out of
the warm blanket.
"Your clothing was wet.
What would wet clothing do when it's cold?" He asked logically, drawing
her to his side once again. "What a way to treat the man who saved
your life." He said, sounding exasperated.
She blinked, starting slightly
at the warmth of his skin. Slowly his warmth seeped into her and
she felt herself relalxing. Then, she realized he'd seen every single
scar and injury on her body and tensed again. "Now you wont be pulling
all that perverted stuff with me, right?" She attempted to sound
hopeful, but wound up sounding almost sad.
He glanced down at her.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because I'm flawed and ugly."
His eyes moved down to hers,
confused. "Flawed?" He asked, understanding suddenly, filling
him. "You mean the scars?"
She nodded, not meeting his
piercing his gaze.
"You're not flawed. Or
Ugly. Why do you think you are?" He looked at her, completely
confused.
"Because eveyone told me scars
are unbefitting a true woman, so I wasn't one." She said it so plainly,
like it didn't hurt her, although each word was like a stab in her heart,
and she feared she wouldn't get Miroku's attentions anymore because she
was unwomanly.
"Sango-sama..." Miroku
sounded so sad, her eyes jerked towards his. Sure enough, there was
a great deal of sadness.
Her jaw tightened and she shoved
him away. "I don't want your pity, dammit!"
He didn't budge. "Sango!"
He insisted, dropping the former 'sama' and just saying her name.
The change in attitude was enough to shut her up. He caressed her
jawbone tilting her face upwards to his. "You are not ugly or flawed.
You're beautiful." He said truthfully, pressing a gentle kiss to
her lips.
Sango started, staring at him.
Even the houshi hadn't tried a move this bold on her before. She'd
never been kissed because her village hadn't consider herself womanly.
It seemed fitting that this pervert would be her first kiss.
He slowly pulled back, staring
down at her teary eyes. "I think Sango is lovely. A true woman."
He said, hugging her gently. "If anyone ever says any different,
I'll give them my opinion." He guided her head to his shoulder and
held her carefully, knowing his life was in her hands.
"Miroku-sama..." Sango
whispered, a tear slowly falling from her eyes. "Arigato...but, why?"
"Because, I love Sango-sama..."
Miroku whispered, looking out across the ground. "With all my heart.
Sango gasped softly, staring
up at him. "You...what?!"
"It's true...I love you..."
He felt her eyes searching his face and slowly met them with his own.
"That's why I never asked you to bear my child...I..." He hung his
head, waiting for her to clobber him.
"M-miroku..." She dropped
the sama as well. "W-why...how could anyone...I was so...bitchy..."
She whispered.
He kissed her face gently.
"Because my heart said it was the right thing to do." He shrugged,
nuzzling her face gently. "I love you, Sango."
"Miroku!"
He was socked to find himself
with an armful of sobbing girl.
Kagome smiled, telling her family
about why she survived the four days alone without anyone. They'd
been surprised when they'd learned Inuyasha had arrived unconsious at their
door on the first night due to a blizzard in his time as well.
Inuyasha bore with all the thanks
and cheers from Sota with something resembling awkwardness. Finally,
when Kagome was done with the explination, Mrs. Higurashi hugged him tightly,
crying. "You're always welcom in our house, Inuyasha!" She
said, her face grateful.
"A...arigato..." He rubbed
the back of his neck awkwardly.
Kagome grabbed his hand, smiling.
"Come on, we need to go check on the others." She drug him from the
shrine and they went to the well house.
"Do all the women in your family
glom onto the nearest demon when they're relieved?" He asked, looking
at her with a strange expression.
Kagome smirked. "If they
do, it may mean I'm part demon to, Inu-chan." She said, slipping
her arm through his.
He blushed, looking away.
"Let's go see if the others are alive..." He said, his arm snaking
around her waist and lifting her slightly as he jumped into the well.
"Kaede-obaasan!" Kagome
called, walking into the hut, smiling brightly. Her smile faded when
she saw Kikyou sitting there, surrounded by townspeople. Unfortunately,
she didn't see Miroku, Sango or Shippou. Inuyasha's presence appeared
behind her and she glanced back at him nervously.
"Baaba! Where are the
others?!" He asked, his face hard. He hadn't even acknowledged
Kikyou.
"They left yesterday, looking
for you. You haven't seen them?"
"Iie..." Kagome turned
towards him, looking up into his eyes. "We have to go after them."
She said softly, her face nervous.
"Hai..." He glanced around
the room, feeling the eyes on him. "Is there a problem?!" He
snarled, glaring at them.
"Inuyasha..." Kikyou threw
herself at his chest. "I was afraid you were dead..." She whispered.
He swallowed hard, waiting to
be sat, but instead, he saw Kagome glaring at Kikyou. "Kikyou, Inuyasha
and I don't have time for this. We have to go find our friends!"
She grabbed Inuyasha by his hand and drug him from the hut.
When they reached the forest,
she released him. "GODS! Can't you stand up to her at ALL!?
When are you going to tell her anyways?! OR ARE YOU STRINGING ME
ALONG?!" She hissed, her face angry.
Inuyasha grabbed her face, his
eyes intense. "When are you going to tell this Hojo that you feel
nothing for him?!" He asked, caressing her face. "It isn't
that easy. I'm not stringing you along...I love you..." He
kissed both of her hands, pulling her into the forest. "We can argue
later, right now, we need to find our friends!"
She nodded, her face suddenly
nervous.
"Why are you so jealous anyways?"
He wondered aloud, scooping her up onto his back.
She put her arms around his
neck, hugging him from behind. "Do you really need to ask?"
She asked, lightly kissing his ears.
He glanced back at her and smiled.
"I guess not..."
With that, he sprung off into
the forest.
Kikyou stood there seething.
"In such a short time, the tramp steals his weak heart?! THE HEART
THAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE?! I'LL KILL HER!"
Miroku knew Sango would die if
she didn't get help soon. Even his body heat wasn't warming her enough
to save her. Worse yet, he didn't know how to let go of someone he
loved. *Sango-sama...* He tightened his grasp on her, a tear
winding down her face. She'd long since lost consiousness and was
limp as the kitsune who slept on Sango's lap.
"MIROKU?!" Voices called,
pulling him out of his worried thoughts.
"W-who?!" He asked, looking
up. He barely caught the shape of Inuyasha with a form riding on
his back when he passed out.
Two Times The Trouble
By: DemonSaya