Authors note: This is a fanfic that I have been planning for quite a while.
It is both humor and romance, and I think many of the Inuyasha/Kagome and
Sango/Miroku fans will enjoy this romantic comedy. Of course, no comedy
would be complete without everyone's favorite kitsune youth! Please R&R
this story!
Prologue
Kagome ignored Inuyasha's request for ramen with a proud 'humph!' She was not about to give into the hanyou just because he was giving her a puppy dog face. "Keep acting like a dog and I'll say the s-word" She said, glaring at him.
"Feh!" Inuyasha turned and walked off, leaving Sango and Kagome to laugh happily at his frustration.
Miroku approached them, and Sango immediately shot a suspicious look at him. "What do you need, Houshii-Sama? And don't you even think to grope."
The priest raised his hands in mock defeat. "How do you two beautiful ladies always seem to know what I'm up to?" He winked playfully at Kagome, who tried to stifle her giggle.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Oh, get on with, Houshii-Sama, what are you up to?"
Miroku dropped his hands to his side and plopped down infront of them Indian-style. "I - er - actually, I wanted to know what Inuyasha's problem is."
Kagome sighed over-dramatically, waving a hand casually. "Oh, he wanted ramen."
Miroku studied her for a moment. "You shouldn't be so mean to him."
Kagome looked at him curiously. "Why not?"
The perverted priest shrugged and stood up, turning to leave. Sango grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "Oh, no you don't! What was that supposed to mean?"
Sango realized too late that she was in the danger zone. The priest's hand twitched, and next thing any one knew, he was on the ground with a red handmark across his face. There were swirls in his eyes.
Kagome forced a small laugh at the enraged look that twisted Sango's usually beautiful face. What the lech priest had said still bothered her. "I'm going for a walk, Sango."
Sango glanced at her. "Okay. Do you want me to come?"
Kagome shook her head. "No. I need to think."
Sango nodded and watched as Kagome disappeared into the woods. She shrugged and glanced back at Miroku, who was sitting indian-style, rubbing the red mark that still shown brightly on his face. His deep, purple eyes looked hurt and Sango let out a frustrated sigh. She plopped down next to him.
"If you didn't grope so much, I wouldn't slap you. You know I don't like it, so why do you do it?"
Miroku stared at her, then at the ground, unable to meet her eyes. "Because.because I like you." He couldn't bring himself to say how he really felt about her; she might him even more. He looked up at her, expecting to see a look of horror and disgust on her face, but instead there was nothing but deep thought and.was that passion?
Sango looked at him, trying to figure out what to say. She hadn't expected this from the perverted monk; she had thought he would have said something about turning her on and what not. She studied him for a moment. "Houshii- Sama." No, that wasn't right. She tried again. "Miroku - I." she let her voice trail off, unsure what to say.
A hurt expression masked Miroku's face. He berated himself for telling her 'I knew this would happen! Why did I have to go and make a fool of myself like that?'
What happened next was never spoken of afterwards. Both of them made a silent agreement that no one should ever know, that is, of course, Shippo.
Sango grasped Miroku firmly around the face with both hands and kissed him. His eyes opened wide in shock, but he except the kiss, which did not last anymore than a few seconds. Sango pulled back and immediately slapped him. "DON'T EVER KISS ME AGAIN!"
Miroku stared at her a minute, totally confused, "But I - you kissed me!" Then he noticed the amused look glinting devilishly in her eyes. He smirked. "And why not.?"
Sango glared at him. " 'Cause I may do something I'll probably regret later."
Miroku smirked. "But would you regret it now?" He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward him, their lips locked and their tongues began to dance. They fell back into the soft grass, both finally admitting how they felt through thoughts and actions, admitting things they could never had said aloud. Rose petals began to fall around them.
Neither saw the small kitsune youth watching from the bushes.
What will happen next? What exactly did Shippo see? What about Kagome and Inuyasha? If you want to find out, you gotta review this story. Sorry, but there is no point in wasting my time writing this story if no one reviews it. Thankies!
Prologue
Kagome ignored Inuyasha's request for ramen with a proud 'humph!' She was not about to give into the hanyou just because he was giving her a puppy dog face. "Keep acting like a dog and I'll say the s-word" She said, glaring at him.
"Feh!" Inuyasha turned and walked off, leaving Sango and Kagome to laugh happily at his frustration.
Miroku approached them, and Sango immediately shot a suspicious look at him. "What do you need, Houshii-Sama? And don't you even think to grope."
The priest raised his hands in mock defeat. "How do you two beautiful ladies always seem to know what I'm up to?" He winked playfully at Kagome, who tried to stifle her giggle.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Oh, get on with, Houshii-Sama, what are you up to?"
Miroku dropped his hands to his side and plopped down infront of them Indian-style. "I - er - actually, I wanted to know what Inuyasha's problem is."
Kagome sighed over-dramatically, waving a hand casually. "Oh, he wanted ramen."
Miroku studied her for a moment. "You shouldn't be so mean to him."
Kagome looked at him curiously. "Why not?"
The perverted priest shrugged and stood up, turning to leave. Sango grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. "Oh, no you don't! What was that supposed to mean?"
Sango realized too late that she was in the danger zone. The priest's hand twitched, and next thing any one knew, he was on the ground with a red handmark across his face. There were swirls in his eyes.
Kagome forced a small laugh at the enraged look that twisted Sango's usually beautiful face. What the lech priest had said still bothered her. "I'm going for a walk, Sango."
Sango glanced at her. "Okay. Do you want me to come?"
Kagome shook her head. "No. I need to think."
Sango nodded and watched as Kagome disappeared into the woods. She shrugged and glanced back at Miroku, who was sitting indian-style, rubbing the red mark that still shown brightly on his face. His deep, purple eyes looked hurt and Sango let out a frustrated sigh. She plopped down next to him.
"If you didn't grope so much, I wouldn't slap you. You know I don't like it, so why do you do it?"
Miroku stared at her, then at the ground, unable to meet her eyes. "Because.because I like you." He couldn't bring himself to say how he really felt about her; she might him even more. He looked up at her, expecting to see a look of horror and disgust on her face, but instead there was nothing but deep thought and.was that passion?
Sango looked at him, trying to figure out what to say. She hadn't expected this from the perverted monk; she had thought he would have said something about turning her on and what not. She studied him for a moment. "Houshii- Sama." No, that wasn't right. She tried again. "Miroku - I." she let her voice trail off, unsure what to say.
A hurt expression masked Miroku's face. He berated himself for telling her 'I knew this would happen! Why did I have to go and make a fool of myself like that?'
What happened next was never spoken of afterwards. Both of them made a silent agreement that no one should ever know, that is, of course, Shippo.
Sango grasped Miroku firmly around the face with both hands and kissed him. His eyes opened wide in shock, but he except the kiss, which did not last anymore than a few seconds. Sango pulled back and immediately slapped him. "DON'T EVER KISS ME AGAIN!"
Miroku stared at her a minute, totally confused, "But I - you kissed me!" Then he noticed the amused look glinting devilishly in her eyes. He smirked. "And why not.?"
Sango glared at him. " 'Cause I may do something I'll probably regret later."
Miroku smirked. "But would you regret it now?" He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward him, their lips locked and their tongues began to dance. They fell back into the soft grass, both finally admitting how they felt through thoughts and actions, admitting things they could never had said aloud. Rose petals began to fall around them.
Neither saw the small kitsune youth watching from the bushes.
What will happen next? What exactly did Shippo see? What about Kagome and Inuyasha? If you want to find out, you gotta review this story. Sorry, but there is no point in wasting my time writing this story if no one reviews it. Thankies!