Shippou Steals Second on Sleeping Sleeper
Shippou sat valiantly by Kira's side for what seemed to be forever and evers, which didn't suit him very well, since nothing happened in that seeming eternity. No monsters, no demons, no people, not even a damned big cat! He looked around and around and saw that Miroku was still in his impenetrable slumber, curled protectively around the vest and shirt, now muttering something like, "Kilala, you have to understand, stuff is goin on between meh and Sssango, and me and you can never be!" he snorted and rolled over, hugging the shirt and still petting it.
Shippou silently laughed and then turned his gaze to Kira, who was still sleeping also. She was lying on her back and her chest rose in time with her breathing. Shippou stared at the bumps, what were they, and why were they there? He thought, still confused by the ones he had had earlier on that day.
He leaned in to get a closer look, but she sighed and rolled over onto her side. Still curious and very stubborn, he got up and jumped over her, then landed and crouched down to see. They seemed to look kinda squishy, like his own had been and he wanted to poke it too.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU PERV?" she had backhanded him and Shippou went flying across the grass and crashed into a nearby bush.
Once again he found himself lying in a bush, regaining his dignity, but this time, Kira was not laughing, and she did not even come near the bush for a while, for she just sat there, wondering what he had been trying to do.
Ugh, of course! He's just a typical perverted guy. It's not like I haven't dealt with those before. She thought of his group that he was with, and of the monk. She had heard things of him too, of course, and from the little display he had shown, most of those stories were obviously true. So that must have been his only mentor in the ways of girls...It's all clear now, so I guess I'll have to forgive him. It wasn't his fault.
Shippou heard footsteps coming towards his safe heathen and saw Kira's feet coming closer. She had just bent over and had opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment they heard laughter. It seemed kind of high pitched, and Shippou recognized it as the laugh of Miroku finally waking up from a drunken sleep and trying to laugh off his hangover. This was always his solution, but Shippou had a thought that it never worked for him. They looked over at him, and he was looking at them, pointing, and laughing hysterically, not unlike the time he had caught Inuyasha and kagome that time a couple years ago. His laugh changed from his semi-sober to his normal one, and he was rolling on the ground, nearly crying from laughing, and they both just stared at him, laughing there like a maniac.
Kira helped Shippou out of the bush this time and they both just left Miroku to his freakish giggles.
Shippou realized that he had never actually gotten to touch the unknown thing yet, so he grabbed it and before she could even lay a finger on him he had leapt up into the nearest tree.
"Oops...I uuuh thought there was something on your...ssshhhiiirrrt yah there was a bug or something on your shirt! That's why I did that so yea no worries, you don't need to hit me," Shippou lied, and Kira seemed quite angry at him for this unexpected violation. Yet, she couldn't help but laugh at his sneakiness. He was still up in the tree, and since she was feeling energetic after her disturbed nap, she climbed up there and sat with him once again, for the second time that day, they were alone and hidden well.
Miroku staggered past below them, talking to himself and saying something about his face feeling kind of sticky, and asking himself where he had gotten the shirt. After he had walked a few feet, they heard him scream "OMIGOD THIS IS SHIPPOU'S SHIRT WHAT WAS I DOING?!?!?! Gotta find that brat!!!" and his footsteps ran back towards the camp.
Shippou sat valiantly by Kira's side for what seemed to be forever and evers, which didn't suit him very well, since nothing happened in that seeming eternity. No monsters, no demons, no people, not even a damned big cat! He looked around and around and saw that Miroku was still in his impenetrable slumber, curled protectively around the vest and shirt, now muttering something like, "Kilala, you have to understand, stuff is goin on between meh and Sssango, and me and you can never be!" he snorted and rolled over, hugging the shirt and still petting it.
Shippou silently laughed and then turned his gaze to Kira, who was still sleeping also. She was lying on her back and her chest rose in time with her breathing. Shippou stared at the bumps, what were they, and why were they there? He thought, still confused by the ones he had had earlier on that day.
He leaned in to get a closer look, but she sighed and rolled over onto her side. Still curious and very stubborn, he got up and jumped over her, then landed and crouched down to see. They seemed to look kinda squishy, like his own had been and he wanted to poke it too.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU PERV?" she had backhanded him and Shippou went flying across the grass and crashed into a nearby bush.
Once again he found himself lying in a bush, regaining his dignity, but this time, Kira was not laughing, and she did not even come near the bush for a while, for she just sat there, wondering what he had been trying to do.
Ugh, of course! He's just a typical perverted guy. It's not like I haven't dealt with those before. She thought of his group that he was with, and of the monk. She had heard things of him too, of course, and from the little display he had shown, most of those stories were obviously true. So that must have been his only mentor in the ways of girls...It's all clear now, so I guess I'll have to forgive him. It wasn't his fault.
Shippou heard footsteps coming towards his safe heathen and saw Kira's feet coming closer. She had just bent over and had opened her mouth to say something, but at that moment they heard laughter. It seemed kind of high pitched, and Shippou recognized it as the laugh of Miroku finally waking up from a drunken sleep and trying to laugh off his hangover. This was always his solution, but Shippou had a thought that it never worked for him. They looked over at him, and he was looking at them, pointing, and laughing hysterically, not unlike the time he had caught Inuyasha and kagome that time a couple years ago. His laugh changed from his semi-sober to his normal one, and he was rolling on the ground, nearly crying from laughing, and they both just stared at him, laughing there like a maniac.
Kira helped Shippou out of the bush this time and they both just left Miroku to his freakish giggles.
Shippou realized that he had never actually gotten to touch the unknown thing yet, so he grabbed it and before she could even lay a finger on him he had leapt up into the nearest tree.
"Oops...I uuuh thought there was something on your...ssshhhiiirrrt yah there was a bug or something on your shirt! That's why I did that so yea no worries, you don't need to hit me," Shippou lied, and Kira seemed quite angry at him for this unexpected violation. Yet, she couldn't help but laugh at his sneakiness. He was still up in the tree, and since she was feeling energetic after her disturbed nap, she climbed up there and sat with him once again, for the second time that day, they were alone and hidden well.
Miroku staggered past below them, talking to himself and saying something about his face feeling kind of sticky, and asking himself where he had gotten the shirt. After he had walked a few feet, they heard him scream "OMIGOD THIS IS SHIPPOU'S SHIRT WHAT WAS I DOING?!?!?! Gotta find that brat!!!" and his footsteps ran back towards the camp.
