Odd thing: I know for a fact I got reviews. I mean, its MirSan and there's a major lack of those, and it even has InuKag, so at least one person must have reviewed or flamed or accidentally clicked "submit review" and "submit"…and it even says there's 5 of 'em! Yet, I got no emails, and in my account it says no reviews…darn you fanfiction.net…so, my apologies in case someone asked a question or stated an important fact that I needed to change. But, using the stereotypical review theory:

To all those who loved it: thx!

To all those who didn't love it: Well feh!

Done and done ^^ Now continuing with the second and final part of Privacy featuring the characters I will never own…except for a plushie version of Kirara that is ^^

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Miroku continued down Sango's path when he noticed a distinct change in the air. "Hm, it feels as if its getting more humid here…" he commented to himself out loud, inspecting the area. Deep inside his hentai mind a mathematical equation was going on. Humidity= hot, wet. Something hot and wet is a hot spring. And someone inside a hot spring usually consists of those same traits. And Sango happened to walk through here…Using the process of substitution...

Another dim light brightened that night.

Miroku smiled at the conclusion he had reached and while carefully holding the rings to his staff he gracefully made his way to the edge of the bushes, where the steam was rising. He crouched down on the ground, and peeked through the massive lumps of foliage to what lay just beyond his reach.

"Ah…" he heard Sango sigh as she leaned her back against one of the large boulders on the edge of the lake. The water went shoulder length, if not a bit a lower, but still kept her sufficiently covered. Her hair was down and left in strands that waved in the waters current.

Grinning, Miroku leaned forward to get a better view in case she happened to decide to stand up. Unfortunately, he didn't notice the pile of leaves that was situated beside his foot and a crunch that would have been near inaudible if he weren't spying, seemed to echo as loud as Kagome's sit through the forest. "Kuso!" he cursed in a whisper, which seemed to equally echo. Inuyasha's luck must have been contagious.

Looking back through the hole in the bush, he expected to see an angry, although nude, Sango preparing her Hiraikotsu. Oddly though, she was still situated in the exact same position in the spring, and if anything more relaxed. She even had a sort of…smile on her face as she opened one eye and glanced over at the bushes. No, not a smile, a smirk.

However, Miroku was too overcome with the fact that he had not been caught to consider the suspicious nature of her actions.

He continued gazing through the bushes at Sango, half of him still in partial fear, the other in mere pleasure of her presence. She raised her arms above her head in a content stretch, the level of the water dropping lower, but still remaining covered enough to be decent.

"Thank Buddha…" the monk prayed, closing his eyes and raising on hand in a standard prayer position. Suddenly he felt a light touch on his shoulder, as if someone was tapping him for his attention. His mathematical skills began to work once more. Well, process of elimination. It's not Sango, she's in front of me. It's not Kagome, she would have been screaming at me. Its not Shippou, he would have been much louder. It's not Kirara, she's a cat. That means…

"Please, Inuyasha, shh…" he whispered holding up his hand and still facing toward Sango to make sure she wasn't watching.

He heard the person behind him growl deeply. Yes, it definitely must be Inuyasha.

He spoke again in a whisper, "Please, Inuyasha, be quiet! I think Sango is about to stand up and I don't want to be caught! Before the inevitable, can't you at least give me a second's privacy?!" he said very quickly, and still keeping his stare directly on Sango.

The figure growled again and this time spoke in an oddly familiar feminine voice that could have killed him right then and there. "That's what I want to know, Houshi-sama," she whispered so darkly that it seemed as if it were some type of curse or death threat. Actually, it was.

"S-San- " he tried to speak, but he was paralyzed and frozen, crouched down on the ground, his body shaking in fear and the rings of his staff shaking alike. This couldn't be possible, she was right there in front of him, and now as he looked from the corner of his eyes, he saw she was right behind him, fully dressed, weapon in hand, looking very evil indeed.

Gulping, he moved his pupils to look back at the girl who he could have sworn with his own life was Sango. 'Sango' was now standing up in the water, her back towards him, the water up to her hips and her wet hair clinging to her back. However, there was one key trait. A small kitsune tail popped out of the water and shook in delight as the shape-shifter giggled, and turned their head back to face the confused monk.

"Shippou…"

With a second giggle, he transformed back into his true, although still naked, self and began swimming to the shore.

"Hai," the real Sango whispered with a delighted smirk on her face, clutching her weaponry more tightly.

Finally able to move once again, the monk turned to face her and fell to his knees before her in surrender, raising his hands to his chest. "Heh…Just merely making sure you were safe, my dearest Sango-sama" he stated, an innocent boyish smile falling over his features.

"Uh-huh," Sango smiled evilly, obviously still unconvinced as she was starting to raise the dreaded boomerang over her head to bring it down upon his.

"You do realize Shippou got to see you in the nude, ne?" he asked, scooting a bit further back as he noticed her pausing in thought.

"Well, firstly, he is merely a child, and secondly I allowed him, knowing he has respect not to look, UNLIKE YOU, HENTAI!"

With her final barbaric yawp (a/n; credit to Walt Whitman for that one), she slammed the Hiraikotsu down on the monk's head, and continued for several minutes, even as the kitsune arrived.

"Yeah, I'm no pervert!" he smiled, obviously having heard her compliment towards him on the other side of the spring. He was now dressed and was still grinning proudly.

 "Itai! Itai!" Miroku winced as the boomerang came down again. "Don't you love me, Sango?!"

Well, that stopped her in mid-swing, the boomerang near inches from a growing bruise on his forehead. Her eyes were wide and she had her mouth gapped open.

"Yep, yep, she sure does!" Shippou grinned, delighted and proud to answer for the silent teen.

"Eh…well…" she cleared her throat and set the hiraikotsu back on the ground, continuing to stare at it rather than the man before her. "Uh, yes…but just in the same way I love Shippou-chan and Kagome-chan and Inuyasha…" she said quietly, her blush contradicting her words.

Miroku remained silent, nodding almost emotionlessly to her words.

"And you love her, don'tcha, Miroku?" the oblivious kitsune asked him.

He nodded again, "Just as much as she loves me." His face remained emotionless. Sango's heart seemed crack as he spoke the words, the pieces ending up in tears that she kept behind her eyes with all the willpower she had.

Shippou, still oblivious, grinned at the mutual feelings they all shared and suddenly a thought struck. "Wow, it got late fast! We should be getting back!"

"Hai…" Sango said softly, readjusting the weapon over her shoulder with one hand and helping Miroku up with the other.

"Well, I'll go find Kirara and I'll meet you guys there, 'kay?" he asked, leaving even before he finished the question, not waiting for a response.

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Miroku and Sango walked slowly back to the camp, the berries also forgotten by the springs and Kirara and Shippou probably already back at the camp after racing.

There was a crescent moon out that night and it hovered over the tree tops, its pale white glow filtering through the many branches and leaves, leaving their bodies coated in a layer of freckles. They listened to nothing in particular as they walked, except for each other's footsteps and breaths.

"So…" Miroku began as he decided he should start breaking the awkward silence, and saying 'itai' every time he touched a wound didn't seem to be helping.

Sango remained silent, her gaze straight ahead and her head deep in thoughts that the monk didn't dare venture into.

"You really do love me?" he asked in a rather bluntly. He caught her face from the corner of his eyes and noticed she had stopped in her tracks. "Eh? Sango?"

"As much as you love me," she spoke simply, trying to duplicate his talent for looking emotionless and keeping the tears still well behind her eyes. She continued walking, now at a faster pace, but he stayed at the same stride.

"That much, eh?" he asked, one eyebrow arching in surprise.

She was visibly annoyed now, and it was taking a lot of her energy to hold in the tears that she had now slowed her pace down once more. "Yes. That much." His words continued to echo through her head as she refused to make eye contact with him. 'Just as much as she loves me' 

"Well, then…if the feeling is mutual…I guess it's alright to do this…"

Momentarily confused by his words, Sango turned to face him, only to see him leaning towards her. Before she could back away, he had titled his head and placed his lips on hers, holding them there for a second before pulling them away.

"Right?" he asked.

Sango was now standing still, her legs weak on the path, and her cheeks blushing with a deep red tint, still visible with only a few freckles of light. Finally, she found her voice ands whispered as loud as she could, trying not to stutter, "B-but I thought…you said…you loved me as much as I-I loved you…" For a second the tears seemed to be gaining strength when she realized something and turn to him with a look of disgust. "I mean, you're not going to kiss Kagome-chan or…even Inuyasha like that…are you?"

Miroku chuckled at her accusation, as she continued to stare at him in confusion. "You are so easy to read sometimes, Sango-chan." He smiled as she diverted her eyes. "It was quite visible you didn't mean what you said."

Sango was still starring at her feet, another blush coming across her cheeks. "I guess I should learn to lie better…" she muttered.

"I think this way if better actually…" he whispered, catching her chin with his fingers and bringing her up for another kiss.

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After walking for a few more yards, they finally reached the clearing where the group had originally settled. Shippou and Kirara were asleep by the fire, both exhausted after another sprint, especially after not having eaten. Inuyasha and Kagome weren't visible on the ground, but they heard a hanyou's snores echoing from somewhere in the clearing.

"Good night, Sango-chan," Miroku smiled, sitting down at the base of one of the trees and leaning his back against the trunk.

"Good night…" Sango echoed and walked towards one of the sleeping bags Kagome had been lucky to remember to bring. She pulled up the cover over her body and most of her head, only allowing one eye to gaze at the surroundings. "….Miroku."

The monk smiled in his light sleep at the sound of his name. Sango closed her eyes and fell asleep soon after that.

Both were oblivious of course to what lay a few feet above them: A grinning Kagome, one eye partially open, half asleep, cradled in a snoozing hanyou's arms, whose snores sounded incredibly like "Ramen…"

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The…end…although Miroku should probably have some sort of revenge, ne? Sequel perhaps….*shrug* Again, cowritten with the help(or should I say harsh criticism and being called a hentai of Miroku's status) by StarReaver. By his request, not delving into the morbidity of their pasts and futures and presents but merely expressing them now in sort of a…fluffish feel. (oh no that means I wrote fluff *screams*)

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