This chapter will prove most difficult to repost, as I have to reconstruct the story from this point forward. Two chapters are grossly different than what I want to happen in this story now. I might even have to take out one of the chapters, but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, without further delay, chapter four.

Chapter Four: Good Mood at an ungodly hour

Tuesday afternoon, Sango was up by twelve thirty. Her father was out at work and her brother was still sleeping. Ha... they'd never believe me if I told them I woke up this early... She chuckled and jumped up off the couch and made her way to the kitchen for some breakfast.

She had cereal and enjoyed it over the newspaper funnies. She would laugh and chuckle a little and then stuff her face.Needless to say, for it being so early in the morning, Sango was in an incredibly good mood. She finished up and hummed a happy tune as she made her way up the stairs to the bathroom.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, she decided it was time to go get Miroku up. On the way out though she couldn't help but admire herself inthe full length mirror. She posed and giggled a little. Sango was wearing khaki capri pants, a little ankle bracelet on her left ankle, and brown sandals. Under her maroon jacket she was wearing a white tanktop. She grabbed her wallet and stuffed it in her back pocket as she was leaving. Today was going to have some fun.

At Miroku's house, she could hear a football game on the TV. Moushin, Miroku's uncle, was yelling quite enthusiastically. Sango smiled and twisted the door knob, peaking her head in. "Knock, knock," she called. Moushin looked over and plopped down in his seat. "Good afternoon, Sango! I'm afraid Miroku's not up yet," he told her. She smiled evily. "I know, mind if I wake him up," she asked. Moushin jumped up as the team he was rooting for scored another touchdown. "Go ahead," he yelled. He pumped his fist in the air and Sango smiled, heading up the stairs.

I am a spy, a super spy, she told herself as she tip-toed down the hallway with a smirk on her lips. She passed Moushin's room with deft stealth and was very proud of herself as she squietly made her way into Miroku's room.

Sango hadn't been in Miroku's room for a very long time. It had probably been at least a year, the last time Miroku had decided he was going to throw a party while Moushin was away. Last time it has been scattered with dirty magazines, pop bottles, streamers, and was generally a huge mess. She had a feeling though that it wasn't just all the people that had messed it up like that.

She was relieved this time, when she saw that it was cleaner. She glanced at a corner of the room and noticed that there were still dirty mags though. They were just neatly put away this time. She shook her head as she stood over him. "He'll never change," she whispered as she looked down at him.

Mirokulooked a lot different when he slept. He had his arms wrapped around a pillow and his sheets were kicked all the way off. As corny as it sounded, she liked to think he was a very sexy, cute, and innocent looking angel. She had to keep herself from laughing. Bad combo, she thought.

Tilting her head to the side, she studied his face. His eyes were closed tight, his mouth slightly ajar. She could see a little drool dripping from his lip and her first thought was that it was actually kind of cute. Her eyes slowly traveled down his body and she became focused on one of his thighs that was drawn up close to his chest. Her face darkened instantly, this is wrong, so wrong. But she wasn't about to tearher eyes away.

He was wearing navy blue boxers and that was it. A goofy grin plastered itself on her lips as she examined his neatly shaped calves and the muscles in his bare shoulders and strong back. He was so hot. She reached her hand up and lightly slapped her cheek, making a funny face as she did so. "Bad Sango," shechided herself and shook her head violently.

"Miroku," she called. She reached out and nudged his shoulder and was startled when he snored loudly and rolled over. His arms were positioned above his head now, and the pillow over his face. She placed a hand across her mouth and pursed her lips, her eyes zoning in on his broad and tan chest. I am such a perv, she told herself.

After standing there above him for nearly fifteen minutes, she came to the decision that it was time for her to stop perving on him and wake him up like she had planned to do in the first place. "Miroku," she cried very loudly. He still didn't stir. Once again, the devious grin fixed itself on her face.

She readied herself like a might huntress, and then...

POUNCE!

"Miroku!"

"WHAT? WHAT!"

He was standing straight on his feet ina matter of seconds. She fell face first onto his bed and clutched at her belly, very pleased with herself. She was too busy laughing her head off to notice Miroku scowling at her. Which meant she was also too busy to notice the way he grinned at her from ear to ear. "Sango," hesang quietly. He readied himself, much like she had done mere seconds earlier.

Before she could blink he was on top of her. She actually squeled and laughed as he tickled her sides. Thrashing her head from side to side, she howled for him to get off her. He just laughed maniacally and continued to tickle until she eventually managed to wiggle her way off the bed and onto the floor. It was his turn to laugh at her now as she scowled. She pouted at him and he stood above her to help her up.

Her hand in his, he hauled her up and held her in a quick hug. She inhaled his scent and smiled against the crook of his neck before he let her go. "What are you doing up," he asked. She smiled at him. "And in such a good mood too! Usually when I call you around this time you call it an 'ungodly' hour," he added. She laughed and pushed him a little. "I don't know why I'm in such a good mood. Do you wannma go somewhere," she asked.

Miroku grinned. "Yeah, sure."

There was silence.

"Well," she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't get dressed with you standing here," he pointed out to her.

She blushed. "Oops, that's right." And with that, she scurried out of the room.

This was very short, but I'm very confident that you're going to like the (revised) next chapter for the most part.