Chapter Two
Cold droplets of rain drenched Sango's long raven hair that clung, untied to her voluptuous and muscular figure, and intermixed with her own warm, salty tears that fell from her sad, chocolate brown eyes.
I can endure no more of this! Her thoughts declared as she walked away from the doorway of the small hut, and from Kagome's lamenting figure within the hut. She wrapped her scarf tight around her strong but small shoulders, desperate for warmth. Due to this disparity she ran towards the nearest hut, mud splattered on her pale legs within her soaked Yukata. Nonetheless, Sango kept running, she cared not for the amount of mud gathering on her yukata, and not what hut she intruded upon, she desired an escape from this misery, and hungered for shelter from the pouring rain. While the door did not escape Sango's line of vision, the rock that lay threateningly above the muddy surface and in a moment of fluid grace she tripped over the stone, head butting the door. The impact of Sango's head on the door caused an equal and opposite reaction, thereby sending her backwards and awestruck, twisting her ankle in the process, wincing from the pain. Sensations of soreness coursed through her blood stream as her torn ligament began to heal it self and bruise up. That was how Miroku found he when he opened the door to see who knocked on his hut door.
"Thanks for carrying me in here, Housi-sama." Sango gratefully said, thanking Miroku as he set her down near the small fire, within the hut. He sat himself beside her and watched with amusement as Sango tried to warm herself. Sango cast a suspicious glance at the amused Miroku and in protest edgily asked,
"What!" Miroku innocently shook his head and calmly replied,
" I was just curious as to how you planned to get warm in a completely soaked Yukata. You could always borrow my outer robe." Sango, looked gratefully up at Miroku, who was taking off his outer priestly robe. Sango's cheeks turned a pink hue as she noticed his well-toned chest that didn't fail to show it self through his undershirt.
"No.I can't, " she falteringly mumbled, but stopped as Miroku lay a calloused finger on her lips. Sango's cheeks gained more redness, if that were indeed possible at his chaste, yet strangely seductive contact. Miroku placed the garment in question in Sango's hands and said,
" I can't stand to see you shiver like that please take it." Sango greedily grabbed the robes from Miroku and began to walk toward the changing screen, but remembered the tender condition of her ankle and fell the ground, wincing in pain.
"Are you alright!" Miroku asked urgently as he ran swiftly to her side and helped her into a more comfortable sitting position.
"I'm fine." Sango insisted as she attempted to hide the pain of her swollen ankle. Miroku shook his head, and brought her diminutive body into a heart-felt embrace.
"You don't always have to be strong Sango. You don't always have to be brave." He whispered compassionately as he gently rocked her small frame, and stroked her long raven hair with his left hand, that due to Naraku's death no longer contained a self-destructing air rip. Sango, in the monks embrace, possessed very pink cheeks due to their closeness, and was dangerously near to crying. Sango took a deep breath and looked up at the handsome monk,
" I'm really fine." She began softly, swallowing warm tears that threatened to pour out of her eyes. Then felt his right hand stop stroking her hair, and move to her vulnerable backside.
"YOU PERVERT!" she yelled, vocally protesting to his common reflex, and then came the slap to follow, or her physical protest. Miroku, needless to say, backed off and mentally cursed himself, for that damned reflex as he watched Sango's furious glance move his way.
" I didn't mean to Sango, honestly!" he pleaded. Sango 'hurmphed' and retorted,
" Let me guess, it's a reflex!" Miroku's lavender eyes brightened up as he vibrantly said,
" I knew you'd understand Sango!" Sango's eyes bulged out of her sockets, while she yelled,
" I was being sarcastic you pervert! I despise you! That is the lamest excuse!" Upon her finishing her rant, the breeze that had coincidentally entered the room when she opened her mouth, had left as soon as her mouth was closed.
" Anyways Sango, it doesn't matter now does it. But what does matter is the need for that swollen ankle of yours to heal." Sango was about to object, when Miroku began to expertly wrap her swollen ankle. First, on the arch of her foot, then across the front of her ankle, three times around the main portion of her ankle and back down again, when he finally finished the wrap he tied the cloth and gently set Sango's wrapped foot down.
"There we go. All we have to do is wait for it to get better." Sango nodded her pretty head quietly in thanks and said quietly,
"Where did you learn how to.wrap ankles like that?" she asked while she raised her right leg to admire the well-done wrap.
" I am a monk. I was trained in the arts of healing." Miroku proclaimed confidently, as he flashed Sango his famously cute grin.
"Hrmph. Some monk." Sango distastefully retorted while rolling her eyes at Miroku's confidence. Miroku sighed at Sango's rather rude comment and dully inquired
" Is this because I flirt with other women, or because I grope your backside out of reflex?" Sango pouted further, pulling both of her pink lips into an angry scowl and with spirit she stated,
"Both!" Miroku nodded his head knowingly and affirmed the position he held earlier
This is too good. He thought to himself as he looked at Sango's
Blundering and blushing figure with a calculating and curious glare.
"Forgive me Sango." He said as he soundlessly approached Sango from behind.
"It's alright Housi-sa." Sango began until she felt two strong arms encircle her waist from behind, and felt Miroku's warm breath dance lightly upon her neck and awaken every nerve. Sango ability to move or speak ceased due to her closeness with the strange monk.
" But would you rather I kissed you instead?" he knowingly asked Sango with a smirk as he let his breath trail from her sensitive pulse point on her neck and down the part of her back that was exposed. Sango's heartbeat increased tenfold and her defense mechanisms relaxed. She felt his hand delicately feel the nape of her neck and turn her shocked face toward his expectant one. A moment of silence took the couple as they exchanged glances. From lips to eyes, and from eyes to lips, both waiting to see if the other was ready for the next move. The inevitable crash of lips upon lips. Sango tilted her head to the right and she felt Miroku's lips upon her own. He steadily increased the pressure till he forced her lips open to insert his caressing tongue. Sango let his tongue through still partly confused, but still submitting to his probing tongue and allowing it to enter into a primitive dance with her own. The kiss ended minutes later, leaving both of them breathless.
Yep, Sango, that was exactly what you wanted, and still want more of, but I won't let you. The game is just beginning. Miroku thought while he looked at Sango's face, her eyes open in shock from the overwhelming feelings Miroku awakened by that kiss. She sat expectantly for another kiss, but that kiss never came. Sango looked at Miroku, demanding an explanation. He just looked back and gave her a smirk.
"Oh no you don't do that to me and only stop at one!" she demanded in a firm voice and grabbed onto Miroku's muscular shoulder inching their faces closer. However, Miroku abruptly turned his head and said,
" Sango, your frozen let me help you out of those clothes and into my robes." Sango haughtily raised her nose and stated,
"No I can do it on my on!" She said while rising to her feet, and quickly falling again.
"Sure you can Sango." Miroku joked sarcastically, and helped Sango to her feet. He held onto her arm and helped her limp to behind the changing screen while carrying his robe to put on Sango.
"Wait!" Sango shrieked, " I will never let you take off my clothes while I'm facing you. Turn me around." She demanded. Miroku did as she told him, and began to untie the belt on her Yukata.
Heh. Sango this is only an extension of the game you know. He thought while he teasingly breathed down her neck, causing her pulse rate to rise again.
Stop playing with my mind Miroku. Her thoughts screamed, but she could not speak ask Miroku took off her Yukata from behind, being extra careful to get her as excited as possible by sliding his hands down her arms, causing her to involuntarily arch back. Miroku grinned, as he set the Yukata down. Sango looked at him pleadingly, but he could not decide if she was telling him to continue or to cease activity. He stopped, seeing that he had teased her enough and slipped his dark blue robe over her head and helped her back to a comfortable sitting position. He looked into her eyes apologetically and quietly said,
"I'm so sorry for teasing you like this." Sango tore her glance away from Miroku and bowed her head,
" It's alright." He shook his head in protest and embraced her warmly,
" It's not Sango." He said quietly as he comforted her, and was in shock when he felt tears fall on his bare shoulder.
"What's wrong Sango? Is it I?" she shook her head and disentangled herself from him,
" Its Kagome, and she's so sad. I thought the jewel would solve our problems, but it hasn't!" He looked into her eyes and smiled comfortingly.
"Did you expect it to?" Sango shrugged her shoulders and whispered,
" I guess I don't know the answer to that. I always thought when the Shikon no Tama would end all our problems, but it didn't. I thought maybe if Naraku was killed Kohaku would be free, but he's not free he is now a tormented soul lost forever." The thoughts of her lost brother brought more tears out, which ultimately ended up on Miroku's bare shoulder. Miroku tried to comfort her as much as he was capable.
"Sango, I'm so sorry. We did all that fighting, but it wasn't for nothing." Sango looked at Miroku in confusion as he reached to touch her face and brushed away her falling tears.
"It wasn't?" She asked, leaning into his gently touch.
" No Sango, it wasn't. Why don't you go to sleep, your tired?" Miroku suggested as he guided Sango to where his futon lay. Within minutes Sango was asleep, and he watched over her as if she was his own.
Cold droplets of rain drenched Sango's long raven hair that clung, untied to her voluptuous and muscular figure, and intermixed with her own warm, salty tears that fell from her sad, chocolate brown eyes.
I can endure no more of this! Her thoughts declared as she walked away from the doorway of the small hut, and from Kagome's lamenting figure within the hut. She wrapped her scarf tight around her strong but small shoulders, desperate for warmth. Due to this disparity she ran towards the nearest hut, mud splattered on her pale legs within her soaked Yukata. Nonetheless, Sango kept running, she cared not for the amount of mud gathering on her yukata, and not what hut she intruded upon, she desired an escape from this misery, and hungered for shelter from the pouring rain. While the door did not escape Sango's line of vision, the rock that lay threateningly above the muddy surface and in a moment of fluid grace she tripped over the stone, head butting the door. The impact of Sango's head on the door caused an equal and opposite reaction, thereby sending her backwards and awestruck, twisting her ankle in the process, wincing from the pain. Sensations of soreness coursed through her blood stream as her torn ligament began to heal it self and bruise up. That was how Miroku found he when he opened the door to see who knocked on his hut door.
"Thanks for carrying me in here, Housi-sama." Sango gratefully said, thanking Miroku as he set her down near the small fire, within the hut. He sat himself beside her and watched with amusement as Sango tried to warm herself. Sango cast a suspicious glance at the amused Miroku and in protest edgily asked,
"What!" Miroku innocently shook his head and calmly replied,
" I was just curious as to how you planned to get warm in a completely soaked Yukata. You could always borrow my outer robe." Sango, looked gratefully up at Miroku, who was taking off his outer priestly robe. Sango's cheeks turned a pink hue as she noticed his well-toned chest that didn't fail to show it self through his undershirt.
"No.I can't, " she falteringly mumbled, but stopped as Miroku lay a calloused finger on her lips. Sango's cheeks gained more redness, if that were indeed possible at his chaste, yet strangely seductive contact. Miroku placed the garment in question in Sango's hands and said,
" I can't stand to see you shiver like that please take it." Sango greedily grabbed the robes from Miroku and began to walk toward the changing screen, but remembered the tender condition of her ankle and fell the ground, wincing in pain.
"Are you alright!" Miroku asked urgently as he ran swiftly to her side and helped her into a more comfortable sitting position.
"I'm fine." Sango insisted as she attempted to hide the pain of her swollen ankle. Miroku shook his head, and brought her diminutive body into a heart-felt embrace.
"You don't always have to be strong Sango. You don't always have to be brave." He whispered compassionately as he gently rocked her small frame, and stroked her long raven hair with his left hand, that due to Naraku's death no longer contained a self-destructing air rip. Sango, in the monks embrace, possessed very pink cheeks due to their closeness, and was dangerously near to crying. Sango took a deep breath and looked up at the handsome monk,
" I'm really fine." She began softly, swallowing warm tears that threatened to pour out of her eyes. Then felt his right hand stop stroking her hair, and move to her vulnerable backside.
"YOU PERVERT!" she yelled, vocally protesting to his common reflex, and then came the slap to follow, or her physical protest. Miroku, needless to say, backed off and mentally cursed himself, for that damned reflex as he watched Sango's furious glance move his way.
" I didn't mean to Sango, honestly!" he pleaded. Sango 'hurmphed' and retorted,
" Let me guess, it's a reflex!" Miroku's lavender eyes brightened up as he vibrantly said,
" I knew you'd understand Sango!" Sango's eyes bulged out of her sockets, while she yelled,
" I was being sarcastic you pervert! I despise you! That is the lamest excuse!" Upon her finishing her rant, the breeze that had coincidentally entered the room when she opened her mouth, had left as soon as her mouth was closed.
" Anyways Sango, it doesn't matter now does it. But what does matter is the need for that swollen ankle of yours to heal." Sango was about to object, when Miroku began to expertly wrap her swollen ankle. First, on the arch of her foot, then across the front of her ankle, three times around the main portion of her ankle and back down again, when he finally finished the wrap he tied the cloth and gently set Sango's wrapped foot down.
"There we go. All we have to do is wait for it to get better." Sango nodded her pretty head quietly in thanks and said quietly,
"Where did you learn how to.wrap ankles like that?" she asked while she raised her right leg to admire the well-done wrap.
" I am a monk. I was trained in the arts of healing." Miroku proclaimed confidently, as he flashed Sango his famously cute grin.
"Hrmph. Some monk." Sango distastefully retorted while rolling her eyes at Miroku's confidence. Miroku sighed at Sango's rather rude comment and dully inquired
" Is this because I flirt with other women, or because I grope your backside out of reflex?" Sango pouted further, pulling both of her pink lips into an angry scowl and with spirit she stated,
"Both!" Miroku nodded his head knowingly and affirmed the position he held earlier
This is too good. He thought to himself as he looked at Sango's
Blundering and blushing figure with a calculating and curious glare.
"Forgive me Sango." He said as he soundlessly approached Sango from behind.
"It's alright Housi-sa." Sango began until she felt two strong arms encircle her waist from behind, and felt Miroku's warm breath dance lightly upon her neck and awaken every nerve. Sango ability to move or speak ceased due to her closeness with the strange monk.
" But would you rather I kissed you instead?" he knowingly asked Sango with a smirk as he let his breath trail from her sensitive pulse point on her neck and down the part of her back that was exposed. Sango's heartbeat increased tenfold and her defense mechanisms relaxed. She felt his hand delicately feel the nape of her neck and turn her shocked face toward his expectant one. A moment of silence took the couple as they exchanged glances. From lips to eyes, and from eyes to lips, both waiting to see if the other was ready for the next move. The inevitable crash of lips upon lips. Sango tilted her head to the right and she felt Miroku's lips upon her own. He steadily increased the pressure till he forced her lips open to insert his caressing tongue. Sango let his tongue through still partly confused, but still submitting to his probing tongue and allowing it to enter into a primitive dance with her own. The kiss ended minutes later, leaving both of them breathless.
Yep, Sango, that was exactly what you wanted, and still want more of, but I won't let you. The game is just beginning. Miroku thought while he looked at Sango's face, her eyes open in shock from the overwhelming feelings Miroku awakened by that kiss. She sat expectantly for another kiss, but that kiss never came. Sango looked at Miroku, demanding an explanation. He just looked back and gave her a smirk.
"Oh no you don't do that to me and only stop at one!" she demanded in a firm voice and grabbed onto Miroku's muscular shoulder inching their faces closer. However, Miroku abruptly turned his head and said,
" Sango, your frozen let me help you out of those clothes and into my robes." Sango haughtily raised her nose and stated,
"No I can do it on my on!" She said while rising to her feet, and quickly falling again.
"Sure you can Sango." Miroku joked sarcastically, and helped Sango to her feet. He held onto her arm and helped her limp to behind the changing screen while carrying his robe to put on Sango.
"Wait!" Sango shrieked, " I will never let you take off my clothes while I'm facing you. Turn me around." She demanded. Miroku did as she told him, and began to untie the belt on her Yukata.
Heh. Sango this is only an extension of the game you know. He thought while he teasingly breathed down her neck, causing her pulse rate to rise again.
Stop playing with my mind Miroku. Her thoughts screamed, but she could not speak ask Miroku took off her Yukata from behind, being extra careful to get her as excited as possible by sliding his hands down her arms, causing her to involuntarily arch back. Miroku grinned, as he set the Yukata down. Sango looked at him pleadingly, but he could not decide if she was telling him to continue or to cease activity. He stopped, seeing that he had teased her enough and slipped his dark blue robe over her head and helped her back to a comfortable sitting position. He looked into her eyes apologetically and quietly said,
"I'm so sorry for teasing you like this." Sango tore her glance away from Miroku and bowed her head,
" It's alright." He shook his head in protest and embraced her warmly,
" It's not Sango." He said quietly as he comforted her, and was in shock when he felt tears fall on his bare shoulder.
"What's wrong Sango? Is it I?" she shook her head and disentangled herself from him,
" Its Kagome, and she's so sad. I thought the jewel would solve our problems, but it hasn't!" He looked into her eyes and smiled comfortingly.
"Did you expect it to?" Sango shrugged her shoulders and whispered,
" I guess I don't know the answer to that. I always thought when the Shikon no Tama would end all our problems, but it didn't. I thought maybe if Naraku was killed Kohaku would be free, but he's not free he is now a tormented soul lost forever." The thoughts of her lost brother brought more tears out, which ultimately ended up on Miroku's bare shoulder. Miroku tried to comfort her as much as he was capable.
"Sango, I'm so sorry. We did all that fighting, but it wasn't for nothing." Sango looked at Miroku in confusion as he reached to touch her face and brushed away her falling tears.
"It wasn't?" She asked, leaning into his gently touch.
" No Sango, it wasn't. Why don't you go to sleep, your tired?" Miroku suggested as he guided Sango to where his futon lay. Within minutes Sango was asleep, and he watched over her as if she was his own.