Disclaimer: Inu-Yasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Viz. Gosh, this is
getting annoying. . . .grrrr. . .
A/N: Thank you reviewers!! I see we now have people who find my story odd. Well let me tell you now, IT'S MEANT TO BE. So don't give me funny looks. . .^-^'' And I'm glad people are giving me their opinions! It's nice to know what readers are thinking while reading. Keep on reviewing!!
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Sango just couldn't find herself falling asleep. No matter how hard she tried, even her usual sleeping position could lure her to sleep. Perhaps she was just feeling uneasy with Miroku sleeping two feet away. . .impossible. . .she slept like this for the past few days, why would she feel uneasy now? She sat up, leaning against the wall behind her to look out the small window in the room. The moon was full in its phase, and all she could hear was the breathing of her companions.
". . .Sango. . ."
She jerked in surpise.
". . .Miroku, you were awake?"
"It's hard to sleep when a beauty beside me is having trouble sleeping."
He sat up next to her, and gave her a careless grin. She couldn't do anything but blush. Man, that grin always got to her. Curse him. He put an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him. Sango could feel herself tensing up.
"I wish we could have this kind of private time more often. . ."
She gave him a glare.
"Don't you be thinking dirty thoughts you pervert. . ."
"No, no. . .of course not. . ."
They sat there for a while. She could feel herself fidgeting . How is it that this monk can sit still like this for so long? Does he do yoga or something?
"Sango, I wish I could tell you. . ."
Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn't resist nudging closer to him. He felt so nice to sit next to and lean on. Could she be falling for him? She leaned her head against his shoulder. He pulled her into an embrace.
"Truly, I wish I could tell you. . ."
". . M-Miroku. . ."
She could feel herself melting. She slowly closed her eyes.
"H-How do I say this?"
"Say what?"
There was a really long, uncomfortably uneasy pause.
"I-I think I'm stuck. . ."
She pulled herself away from him.
"WHAT?!"
"Sshhhhh!! You'll wake everyone!"
"You're stuck?! Meaning. . . ."
"Seriously, I can't move. . . "
Creeping up slowly, she stood up and stood before him. She took his hands and pulled, but he was, indeed, stuck to the floor.
"What did you do? Bolt your butt to the floor? Or did you eat a bowling ball for dinner?"
"Sango, please. . ."
She couldn't help feeling upset about ruining the romantic scene she was about to go through. . . She sighed and leaned her back against his side, and finally began to push.
"Uurrrgh. . .it's. . .I mean, YOU'RE not moving. . ."
"I know. . .I figured it won't work with a woman's strength . .. I MEAN. ."
Sango suddenly had a deadly look on her face.
"You're saying I'm WEAK?!"
"NO, NO!! I MEANT. . ."
"Let's see who's WEAK buster! Get ready to have you're butt kicked!"
She stood up to get her Hiraikotsu (boomerang bone) and stood over him. He began whimpering.
"Sango. . .please. . ."
She stuck a corner of the bone partly beneath his hind, and began pushing down on the other end like a lever.
"Oooh, Sango that hurts my thigh!"
"You deserve it weakling."
She pulled out the bone and stood back as far as possible.
"If I miss, it's not my fault."
"SANGO! NO!!"
His holler woke everyone up. Sango lifted her bone, and threw it.
THUNK
Miroku passed out. It went over his head by an inch.
"Gee, I didn't throw so hard. It even missed him. He's weaker then I thought."
"Sango, what's going on?"
Kagome still had shock written on her face. First comes Inu-Yasha's flaming pants, then it's the duck ordeal, and now there's Sango about to behead her 'beloved' monk? Sango just gave her a small smile.
"He's stuck. . .literally."
As if right on que, Inu-Yasha pulled out his Tetsusaiga.
"Right Inu-Yasha, we're not going to do any 'pay back' stuff tonight. Put that sword away NOW."
He growled.
They spent the night trying to set Miroku's butt free of the floor.
"If he's gonna be stuck like this, he's gonna be walking around the streets with a whole ROOM bolted his hind. Let's see if THAT will get him any women. . . ."
"Inu-Yasha, that wasn't nice."
"Keh."
Finally, Inu-Yasha proceeded with pulling his arms and legs.
"He looks like as if his limbs are gonna fall off."
"If he's gonna walk around limbless, it's all the more better for us women. Let's see if he can touch someone's butt using his head without anyone noticing."
Sango gave a smirk.
"Oooh, bad image. BAD image. . ."
Kagome covered her eyes. Sango gave a laugh. It was all interrupted with a loud-
RIPP!
Miroku lay limp in Inu-Yasha's arms.
"I got him free, but. . .this doesn't look too good."
There was a great big hole where his hind was in his robe. The patch of his robe lay glued to the floor. Luckily, VERY luckily, there was another layer beneath the top robe, but there was a tear along the middle.
"Well THAT ain't gonna get him any women."
"Can we fix that before we do anything? I'm getting REALLY uncomfortable just LOOKING at that tear. . ."
"Right, let me go find that needle and thread."
"But that thread was red, remember? Since we used it to sow up Inu-Yasha's pants."
"Well, he's gonna have to live with a red stitch along his butt. It's better then having a tear in its place, if you know what I mean. . ."
"True. VERY true."
"Right then, let's get started."
Kagome withdrew a pink bath towel with the word 'Angel' embroidered in hot pink from her backpack and handed it to Inu-Yasha.
"It looks like you're gonna have to be the one to take off his clothing and put this on him."
"Why me? And of all things, why did you have to choose something so 'feminine'? I thought you'd find it pleasant doing that jo-"
He received twenty smacks for that comment, from both women each. He set to work, and did it hastily. While Sango and Kagome worked on stitching up the tear, Inu-Yasha had managed to wrap the pink towel around Miroku in the Greek princess style. Within seconds they heard a holler.
"WAAAAUGH!! PINK! 'TIS THE COLOR OF EVIL! I'VE BEEN BRANDED AS AN ANGEL IN PINK! GOOD MOTHER OF WOMEN, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
He'd been pretty shaken up by the incident, and it took some time for Inu- Yasha to calm him down while the girls finished up their handiwork. It had taken a few minutes longer, since they had done a special surprise. . .that was not meant to be noticed by their client. The monk had never bothered to notice that a single word had been embroidered over his bright red stitch. In glowing hot pink read: 'Angel' in place of the stitch in pure memory of the stupid incident.
As for that 'hind ordeal', Shippo had been rummaging through Kagome's backpack the other day, only to find an interest in her arts and crafts glittery superglue, and had spilled it the previous day and had never bothered to clean it up. Of course, they never found out, because Shippo didn't bother telling them either. What else did he find in the mysterious backpack? That, we'll find out soon. . . .
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Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha, WEIRD chapter. Call it odd if you must. If you like odd stories, R+R!! ^-^
A/N: Thank you reviewers!! I see we now have people who find my story odd. Well let me tell you now, IT'S MEANT TO BE. So don't give me funny looks. . .^-^'' And I'm glad people are giving me their opinions! It's nice to know what readers are thinking while reading. Keep on reviewing!!
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Sango just couldn't find herself falling asleep. No matter how hard she tried, even her usual sleeping position could lure her to sleep. Perhaps she was just feeling uneasy with Miroku sleeping two feet away. . .impossible. . .she slept like this for the past few days, why would she feel uneasy now? She sat up, leaning against the wall behind her to look out the small window in the room. The moon was full in its phase, and all she could hear was the breathing of her companions.
". . .Sango. . ."
She jerked in surpise.
". . .Miroku, you were awake?"
"It's hard to sleep when a beauty beside me is having trouble sleeping."
He sat up next to her, and gave her a careless grin. She couldn't do anything but blush. Man, that grin always got to her. Curse him. He put an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him. Sango could feel herself tensing up.
"I wish we could have this kind of private time more often. . ."
She gave him a glare.
"Don't you be thinking dirty thoughts you pervert. . ."
"No, no. . .of course not. . ."
They sat there for a while. She could feel herself fidgeting . How is it that this monk can sit still like this for so long? Does he do yoga or something?
"Sango, I wish I could tell you. . ."
Her heart was beating so fast, she couldn't resist nudging closer to him. He felt so nice to sit next to and lean on. Could she be falling for him? She leaned her head against his shoulder. He pulled her into an embrace.
"Truly, I wish I could tell you. . ."
". . M-Miroku. . ."
She could feel herself melting. She slowly closed her eyes.
"H-How do I say this?"
"Say what?"
There was a really long, uncomfortably uneasy pause.
"I-I think I'm stuck. . ."
She pulled herself away from him.
"WHAT?!"
"Sshhhhh!! You'll wake everyone!"
"You're stuck?! Meaning. . . ."
"Seriously, I can't move. . . "
Creeping up slowly, she stood up and stood before him. She took his hands and pulled, but he was, indeed, stuck to the floor.
"What did you do? Bolt your butt to the floor? Or did you eat a bowling ball for dinner?"
"Sango, please. . ."
She couldn't help feeling upset about ruining the romantic scene she was about to go through. . . She sighed and leaned her back against his side, and finally began to push.
"Uurrrgh. . .it's. . .I mean, YOU'RE not moving. . ."
"I know. . .I figured it won't work with a woman's strength . .. I MEAN. ."
Sango suddenly had a deadly look on her face.
"You're saying I'm WEAK?!"
"NO, NO!! I MEANT. . ."
"Let's see who's WEAK buster! Get ready to have you're butt kicked!"
She stood up to get her Hiraikotsu (boomerang bone) and stood over him. He began whimpering.
"Sango. . .please. . ."
She stuck a corner of the bone partly beneath his hind, and began pushing down on the other end like a lever.
"Oooh, Sango that hurts my thigh!"
"You deserve it weakling."
She pulled out the bone and stood back as far as possible.
"If I miss, it's not my fault."
"SANGO! NO!!"
His holler woke everyone up. Sango lifted her bone, and threw it.
THUNK
Miroku passed out. It went over his head by an inch.
"Gee, I didn't throw so hard. It even missed him. He's weaker then I thought."
"Sango, what's going on?"
Kagome still had shock written on her face. First comes Inu-Yasha's flaming pants, then it's the duck ordeal, and now there's Sango about to behead her 'beloved' monk? Sango just gave her a small smile.
"He's stuck. . .literally."
As if right on que, Inu-Yasha pulled out his Tetsusaiga.
"Right Inu-Yasha, we're not going to do any 'pay back' stuff tonight. Put that sword away NOW."
He growled.
They spent the night trying to set Miroku's butt free of the floor.
"If he's gonna be stuck like this, he's gonna be walking around the streets with a whole ROOM bolted his hind. Let's see if THAT will get him any women. . . ."
"Inu-Yasha, that wasn't nice."
"Keh."
Finally, Inu-Yasha proceeded with pulling his arms and legs.
"He looks like as if his limbs are gonna fall off."
"If he's gonna walk around limbless, it's all the more better for us women. Let's see if he can touch someone's butt using his head without anyone noticing."
Sango gave a smirk.
"Oooh, bad image. BAD image. . ."
Kagome covered her eyes. Sango gave a laugh. It was all interrupted with a loud-
RIPP!
Miroku lay limp in Inu-Yasha's arms.
"I got him free, but. . .this doesn't look too good."
There was a great big hole where his hind was in his robe. The patch of his robe lay glued to the floor. Luckily, VERY luckily, there was another layer beneath the top robe, but there was a tear along the middle.
"Well THAT ain't gonna get him any women."
"Can we fix that before we do anything? I'm getting REALLY uncomfortable just LOOKING at that tear. . ."
"Right, let me go find that needle and thread."
"But that thread was red, remember? Since we used it to sow up Inu-Yasha's pants."
"Well, he's gonna have to live with a red stitch along his butt. It's better then having a tear in its place, if you know what I mean. . ."
"True. VERY true."
"Right then, let's get started."
Kagome withdrew a pink bath towel with the word 'Angel' embroidered in hot pink from her backpack and handed it to Inu-Yasha.
"It looks like you're gonna have to be the one to take off his clothing and put this on him."
"Why me? And of all things, why did you have to choose something so 'feminine'? I thought you'd find it pleasant doing that jo-"
He received twenty smacks for that comment, from both women each. He set to work, and did it hastily. While Sango and Kagome worked on stitching up the tear, Inu-Yasha had managed to wrap the pink towel around Miroku in the Greek princess style. Within seconds they heard a holler.
"WAAAAUGH!! PINK! 'TIS THE COLOR OF EVIL! I'VE BEEN BRANDED AS AN ANGEL IN PINK! GOOD MOTHER OF WOMEN, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"
He'd been pretty shaken up by the incident, and it took some time for Inu- Yasha to calm him down while the girls finished up their handiwork. It had taken a few minutes longer, since they had done a special surprise. . .that was not meant to be noticed by their client. The monk had never bothered to notice that a single word had been embroidered over his bright red stitch. In glowing hot pink read: 'Angel' in place of the stitch in pure memory of the stupid incident.
As for that 'hind ordeal', Shippo had been rummaging through Kagome's backpack the other day, only to find an interest in her arts and crafts glittery superglue, and had spilled it the previous day and had never bothered to clean it up. Of course, they never found out, because Shippo didn't bother telling them either. What else did he find in the mysterious backpack? That, we'll find out soon. . . .
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Muahahahahahahahahahahahaha, WEIRD chapter. Call it odd if you must. If you like odd stories, R+R!! ^-^