Not far from the chaos, Miroku and Sango slept in the fresh dewy grass. Miroku's arm lay draped over her, holding her close to his chest. Kilala walked up and surveyed the situation carefully. When the fire had gone out and everyone had gotten ready for bed, Sango and Miroku had gone to sleep far apart, and yet now, here they were, curled up together, sleeping like a married couple. Kilala nuzzled Sango's face and mewed softly. Sango woke slowly, her eyelids flickering open. She stretched and it took her a minute before she felt the monk's arm around her. "WHAT THE HELL?! LET ME GO, YOU LECH!" Sango yelled, slapping him across the face. Miroku jolted awake and looked at her, confused. "What'd I do?" He moved his arm off of her and held his face. Sango quickly moved away from him and sent cold glares his direction. Miroku sat up and looked at Sango then suddenly realized what their situation had been. "Sango," Miroku said, a flirty tone to his voice, "tell me now, why were we sleeping together?" Sango glared at him, colder than ever. "Why don't you tell me? I had NOTHING to do with it." Miroku looked at her and smiled, sending shivers up her spine. Shaking her head violently, Sango stood and walked to the river.

After stripping off her clothes, Sango lowered herself into the water, the coldness taking her breath away. She closed her eyes, relaxing in the water as her body grew more accustomed to the temperature. "That was weird. I don't like Miroku, do I?" Sango thought, looking rather disgusted. "Ewww!" Sango shook her head, let her hair down out of its clasp, and relaxed more in the water. Just as she was beginning to fall asleep, a rustling noise was heard from behind her. Sango quickly whirled around to see nothing but a few leaves in a nearby bushes still moving. She looked around cautiously then turned back around, attempting to relax again. Once again the rustling noise echoed from behind her and Sango got up out of the water and warily walked over to the bush. "Show yourself! If you are a demon, I must warn you that I am Sango, the last of the demon exterminators," she said, her voice a little less confident than her words let on. "Miroku, if that's you I'll NEVER forgive you for this!" She edged closer to the bush. Suddenly, a small poison dart shot from the shadows and stuck into her neck. The last thing that Sango remembered before passing out was the faint glimpse of white fur.