Author's note: ^_^ Yup I updated two days in a row! I'm evil… but only a little. *Evil grin/ innocent eyes*

Chapter 2

Unspoken Comforts

Miroku was taken aback by the sight of horror that lay before him. There, right in front of Sango was a sight so terrifying and threatening that he was sure this experience would scar him for life. If he ever stopped laughing that is.

A certain, very angry, hanyou. His silvery white hair was tangled and knotted, not to mention he was practically oozing static electricity. (Guess that's the last time he lets Kagome run his cloths through the dryer hu?) Despite the fact that he looked like a giant cotton ball under all that dangerously mussed hair he was growling menacingly and giving Sango the look that meant certain death. "Some of us do not take kindly to having our sleep interrupted." He whispered threateningly.

Sango, Kami bless her, was trying not to laugh with every fiber of her being… and she failed miserably.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Inuyasha was getting more and more pissed as each moment passed. First they wake him up with their stupid antics! (Couldn't the monk keep his hands to himself for FIVE MINUTES!) Then they started laughing at him! Sango had sunk into the folds of her sleeping bag laughing a river of tears, the monk was coming dangerously close to losing his grip on the edge of the hill he'd climbed in such a hurry, and to boot Kagome had been waken up by their antics and had joined their laughter. Inuyasha stood there grinding his teeth for a good thirty seconds before he started to charge them all.

Somehow, through the laughter and the pain in her side, Kagome managed to utter his final undoing. "SIT!"

*SMACK*

With a mouthful of dirt and a temper that wasn't getting any better Inuyasha charged, or tried to charge, them again repeatedly, and each and every time his was brought back down to earth with a resounding *Thud!* He was about two sits away from remaining, swirly-eyed, on the ground for the rest of the night. He remained very still until the laughter had ebbed down; hardly allowing himself to breath. After a minute or two Kagome and her companions were beginning to wonder if they'd over done it.

"Inuyasha…?" Kagome questioned edging her way closer to the fallen hanyou. Suddenly Inuyasha made one last desperate attempt at his planned lunge….. "SIT!"

* SMACK*

Never had a chance.

Although his friends only let out a few more soft giggles he had had enough. He stood up sulking; resolved not to talk to them for a good long time… and maybe a few other… more physical acts of revenge.

Kagome wiped the remaining tears of laughter from her eyes and tried to comfort the big punk. "Aw come on Inuyasha…" she started reaching out to him, but he just turned away. "You have to admit it dose look a little funny." Inuyasha just, "Feh"ed his was over to the tree he'd been sleeping in. Concerned that she might have really hurt her friend Kagome ran to him before he'd begun to climb it. "Inuyasha…" She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder." Despite all his resolve he couldn't fight her silky voice very long, especially when he was this tired. He turned towards her; his expression still very hard. Kagome gulped a little. She deserved the stare. "I'm sorry…" She whispered very softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

In a movement only discernable to his long time friends his expression softened a little. Still to proud to thank her or show any soft emotion he simply shrugged and returned to his tree. Kagome smiled a little and whispered a soundless goodnight to her friend. Then she turned back to face camp just in time to see Sango helping Miroku over the edge of the cliff She saw it coming… she couldn't stop it… she just hoped they wouldn't have to face Inuyasha's wrath again.

"LETCHER!"

*SMACK!*

Kagome sight wistfully as Miroku nursed yet another red handprint on his cheek, ever present lecherous grin unaffected by the force of Sango's wrath. Some things would never change. In the background he could her a still very pissed youkai cursing vehemently under his breath. "Miroku, Sango,…" she started getting her friends attention in a hardly audible whisper. "I think we really should get to bed. Inuyasha's going to start killing things if he doesn't get some sleep soon."

The demon huntress and the monk nodded understandingly. Their poor fanged friend had spent the last two nights on guard and was decidedly edgy from lack of sleep. They sincerely promised Kagome that they'd settle down and go to sleep.

With all that settled Sango trudged wearily to her sleeping bag. Her insomnia had been so severe lately she didn't think she'd slept more than eight ours combined for the last month. She was struggling to find the energy to pull her blanket up when a gentle hand came to do it for her. "Houshi-sama?" she said with a massive yawn.

Even in the dark she couldn't miss his worried expression. "Are you really sure you're alright Sango? You look so tired."

She smiled gratefully at her friend. "I'm fine Houshi-sama. She whispered in a more alluring manner then she'd meant to. She definitely had to end this conversation as soon as possible. Her punchy air was just as effective as a few too many glasses of sacky. If she wasn't careful she might…

All of a sudden she felt Miroku's hands helping her nearly passed out form settle into the blankets. She opened her mouth to speak but was shockingly silence when he laid a finger on her lips. "Just rest please… Sango." He whispered. Sango knew she had to be out of it because she thought she heard and almost husky edge to Miroku's comforting whispers. She nodded just slightly before her eyes closed heavily. Miroku hovered by her bedside a moment longer just to admire her. She was so peaceful when she slept. He moved his hand a little to caress her face. What was he doing?! There were so many reasons he'd worked so hard to keep anyone from getting to close. He couldn't have them all dissolve because of a stupid sleep-deprived action. He sighed mournfully and crawled back into his sleeping bag. Despite his worried mind he was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

Sango stayed on the edge of consciousness just a little bit longer than she needed to. Any sane person would've committed her seeing how drained of energy she was, but she had her reasons. Maybe it was her love of breezy summer nights, or the allure of a well earned sleep, or maybe….just maybe… it was the comporting sound of Miroku's breath while he slept. Like a constant assurance that he was there for her, would always be there for her. Luckily the demon huntresses slipped off into slumber at just that moment, depriving her cynical side a chance to yell at how stupid her last thoughts were. And come morning the only thing she would recall of them was how comported she felt.

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Arms. There was a twin set of arms wrapped tightly around her. Sango blinked, trying to clear the fuzzy wash over her vision, but to no avail. She was sitting, cuddled next to someone…they were holding her close… their chin on her shoulder.

"Sango?" And all to familiar lecherous voice whispered in her ear. "Sango…" Sango leaned her head back into Miroku's chest oddly relaxed and only slightly questioning how she got there.

"Houshi-sama…" she whispered breathlessly. Maybe there was a sunset/rise in the background…, maybe there were trees and gently sloping grassy hills, but she saw none of it past those two amethyst pools of emotion.

"Sango…." he whispered again with a slight growl to his voice. Her eyes narrowed just slightly with confusion.

"Hou…" She started but was cut off by the sudden stabbing pain in her stomach. Eyes wide with fright and disbelief she glanced down at her stomach to see it had been impaled by… long demon like nails coming from both Miroku's hands?! She tried to speak but could only gag with pain as she felt a strange poison surging through her. Unable to turn around she could only hear the growling voice behind her that had once been Miroku. "Sango… be mine…" There was something about the quite way he said it that truly frightened her. She tried to scream but her thought was clamped shut. 'Gods Miroku…. Why?' she thought with her last ripple of consciousness.

Authors Note: Hehehe. Then again… maybe I'm more evil than I thought. ^_^