Chapter 2
"Miroku..." Shippo called, tugging on the shoulders of the houshi. "Miroku! Miroku wake up!" Shippo whined, tugging on Miroku over and over until finally Miroku's eyes flickered open. "Huh...Wha?" he muttered sitting up suddenly with a jerk, sending Shippo off the houshi's shoulders to the floor. "What is it?" He cried, his reflexes finally kicking in.
"Sango made breakfast." Shippo said, Making Miroku moan, although he still did manage to pull his sleepy self to his sleep. He hadn't even got to sleep until the early morning. Sleep was needed in the young houshi's system. But the sight of InuYasha and Sango sitting on either side of the fire woke him up a little more.
Sango smiled at the young houshi as a greeting, and InuYasha flicked an ear in his direction of the houshi. Quite polite for the mood he was in currently.
"Kagome still hasn't come back yet huh?" Miroku commented dryly, sitting down he accepted the roasted fish that Sango handed him, Shippo sitting between him and InuYasha.
"No. What difference does it make?" InuYasha snarled, announcing his mood as very shitty. What else was new? Miroku yawned. "Your right. None." He said quickly agreeing with the hanyou. Maybe even a little too quickly.
The breaking of their fast continued at a silence after that moment on. Uncomfortable they all were. It was not the greatest beginning to the day. Inside both Sango and Miroku hoped that it would get better, and that either InuYasha or Kagome would swallow their pride, and apologize to each other.
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Back in the modern Area, Kagome was still sleeping, unaware of her friend's discomforts. The alarm clock finally started beeping at the sickly b-flat that announced that it was time for her to get up. She rolled over, slapping the alarm clock until she finally pushed a button that made it stop. Not knowing if it was snooze or not, she rolled back over, continuing to sleep.
Finally Kagome's mother's voice was heard. "Kagome are you up yet?" she called up to her daughter, glancing from the clock to the top of the stairs of the shrine again.
Kagome jolted up sitting up in bed. "Yes haha-chan (mother)!" She called down to her mother who seemed thoroughly relieved. "Okay! You must leave for school in 10 minutes!" she called up. Kagome's eyes widened at the prospect. Remembering that she was no longer in feudal Japan. She had school!
Jumping out of her bed, she quickly pulled off her nightclothes, pulling on her uniform hurriedly as she pulled a brush through her hair. "Chikuso!" she cursed quietly digging through the large pack she had lugged back from warring states era, containing all her schoolbooks. Throwing them into her smaller pack she used for school. "Hi grandfather!" She called as she ran by him, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter, "Bye Grandfather!" She called as she ran out the door, heading off to school. She paused only for a second as she looked longingly at the old well house, quickly brushing off the urge to go back to her friends in the feudal era. InuYasha would just yell at her some more.
Unaware she seemed as she turned off the shrine grounds, running flat out down the sidewalk towards school. Unaware, of the blinking golden eyes that had watched her from the branches of the god tree. "Feh..." the inu hanyou muttered, quickly, to avoid detection darting from the base of the tree into the well.
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"Where's InuYasha?" Miroku voiced thoughtfully, as he opened his eyes. Sitting crosslegged in front of the hut. Not much enlightenement had come over him although. He spent half his time peeking out at Sango who was mending some ripped clothing from battle.
Shippo pouted, his head already covered in multiple bumps, showing that he had pissed the hanyou off before, earlier in the day. "Don't Know, Don't care where that meany is.." Shippo pouted. "He's just a big bully."
Miroku smiled, "I've got a good Idea where he is. Shippo, why don't you go check by the bone-eaters well for our dog-eared friend?" He asked the tiny Kitsune. Sango turned around hearing the houshi's words. "You think he went to find her?" She asked looking curiously under her bangs at the houshi. Miroku smiled and watched as the tiny kitsune bounced off, carying out the appointed task.
"He could have..Either way I just got rid of Shippo.." Miroku said with a large hentai grin, his eyes sparkling as he winked at Sango.
Sango sighed, rolling her eyes as she sat back down again, her back to the perverted houshi. "Sometimes I wonder about your health.." She sighed, shaking her head as she began to sew once again. "You must have some kind of, condition, to be pervert all the time." She sighed. Telling him what Kagome had told her before.
Miroku smiled, although he tried his best to look hurt. "You hurt me," He said sadly, "You cut me real deep just now." A smile spred across his face, giving it away that he was just teasing no doubt. Sango sighed, rolling her eyes again she grabbed the nearest object, In fact one of Miroku's sandles wich he had shed earlier, Hurling it at his head half heartedly.
The attempt missed, hitting Miroku in the stomach he smiled, "Could you throw me my other one?" He asked with a grin, putting on the sandle. Sango smiled and complied tossing the second to him.
Stanind up Miroku made his way to sit beside Sango. Watching her cautiously, he noticed how her body tensed every time he came near her. He really hadn't earned her trust had he? He continued to watch her, her fingers surprisingly nimble with the needle she was using to sew the kimmono back together with. "What a good wife you would make." He whispered to her, his voice barley audible.
Sango closed her eyes, her needle ceasing to move as she heard him speak. Opening her eyes again, she continued to sew. "No comment houshi-sama.." She muttered, a blush coming gentley over her cheeks. Miroku grinned at the reaction. Scooting a little closer, he leaned into her, putting his arm behind her to lean on his own hand. Smiling again as Sango tensed at the closeness he was to her. "I don't bite you know." He informed her cooly.
It was then that Sango relized how close he was, feeling his breath against the back of her neck as he spoke she shifted her position uncomfortably, "Its not exactly biting I'm worring about." She informed him curtly blushing quite a few shades of red at the ironic-ness of the statement.
Miroku grinned as he leaned over her, allowing his head to rest ever so near to her shoulder, his lips only inches away from her ear. He grinned, almoust evily as he took a nip at her ear. She squeaked, pulling away from him, almoust panicked. She turned, leaning backwards, the sewing she had occupied herself with laying forgotten. Miroku smiled, leaning over her "Perhaps you should be." He informed her, waggling his eyebrows. Sango blushed probably around forty shades of red at that statement as she looked up at him, almost fearfully it seemed. "Houshi-sama...?" she stuttered, her composure lost, shaking slightly as he moved in on her.
"Yes?" Miroku asked with a warm smile. It almost gave Sango second thoughts as her hand flew out of nowhere, what she didn't realize though, was Miroku's hand grabbing her wrist before her hand connected with his face. Pulling her arm down, Sango was pulled somewhat upwards, right into the young houshi, who seemed to be expecting her quite readily. "Eager are we?" He asked with a small wink, and a large hentai grin.
"Let me...Go!" Sango fumed, trying futile to pry his grip of her wrist. Her mind darted as he leaned in on her trying even more to get her hand free.
"Mmmm... And what would you do to me if I didn't? Or if I Did?" Miroku asked warily, before bending down to kiss her forehead. Sango's blush, if at all possible increased.
I Stupid houshi, /I she thought I none of the village girls will let him grope them, so now he's trying to grope me. /I Sango thought with her eyes wide. She dug her nails into his fingers, making him wince, releasing her. Growling he stood to his feet.
"Seriously Sango. You act as if I was going to hurt you or something." He said sadly. "You really don't trust me do you? I suppose I should blame myself for that." He sighed, holding out his hand to help Sango up to her feet.
Sango accepted his hand as she pulled herself up, but quickly released it. Although she now felt a little guilty; he hadn't exactly grabbed her anywhere...inappropriate did he? She shook her head, knocking such thoughts out. He would have, if she hadn't acted.
"Yes I suppose you are to blame houshi-sama." She stated firmly, trying to ignore the look that Miroku gave off. Like a little puppy, one who had been kicked, only because it wanted to play. Miroku sighed and turned his back away, walking slowly down the path. Surprisingly to Sango, not towards the village where all the women were. But the other direction, towards InuYasha forest.
Sango sighed. "Wait Miroku! Where are you going?" She called out after him. Miroku shrugged in response.
"For a walk. Care to join me?" He asked, extending his arm to her. Sango sighed, taking a moment she put away her sewing, dousing the fire with water she shrugged. "Might as well." She sighed, walking up beside him. Stiffening as Miroku put his arm around her carefully. Although he did nothing more as he began to walk.
Sango sighed as she followed him, step in step beside eachother, her self- consciousness at exactly where he was placing his arm wearing away as she seemed to notice that he wasn't trying anything. Like a good little lecherous houshi.
The silence kept on untill Miroku finally gazed at Sango whistlessly. She pretended not to notice, becoming very intrested in the tree's, or the ground, until she could finally bear it no longer, blushing she looked up at him. "Is something wrong Houshi-Sama?" she asked him finally. Miroku grinned, turning his position so that he was somehow working himself behind her, letting his hands drape over her shoulders, resting his head upon the top her own.
"Nothing could ever be wrong Lady Sango." He said lightly, before gazing up at the sky, as he continued to walk, as if he was doing nothing unordinary. Thinking.
"What are you thinking of Houshi-Sama?" Sango wondered aloud, relizing that she had voiced it aloud after she heard her own voice. Surprised at how curious her very tone sounded.
Miroku looked down at her the best he could from his postion, finally, he dropped his head to her shoulder, looking at the side of her face, not that her profile was not a nice one, in fact..It seemed to be quiet pleasurable to look at.
"How much do you know of me Sango?" He finally asked, "As a person, how much do you know about me?"
Sango smiled, rolling her eyes. "You're a..man.. Named Miroku. Good enough?" She teased, she would have liked to look into his eyes, but his face was so close, she wouldn't take her chances being that close to him. Well...Would she?
"Really Sango.." Miroku laughed. "How well do you know me?"
Sango sighed, pausing to reflect on the question for a moment. "Well houshi- sama, You're a hentai, a theif, and a liar. Not to mention a womanizer and a fool." She finally finished, looking to Miroku for a reaction.
Miroku seemed rather flustered. "Well...uh...Thank You Sango?" He said with a slight, grimace? He released her, in all good reason, If that was how she thought of him. Walking instead, simply at her side.
Sango smiled, a michevious sparkle in her eye as she moved closer to the houshi, her hips gentley hitting into his side as she knocked herself softly against him. Miroku smiled at her next words. "But on the other hand, you are brave, strong, caring, responsible, intelligent, and rather...Charming...(in a very perverted way)" she added in a undertone, "All round I'd say." Miroku smiled, tucking his arm around her waste, he grinned. "Really? Then thank you very much Sango-chan!" He said happily. But he frowned for a moment. "But youk now, those are just my qualities. You could spend a day with someone and know them, even an hour, you just need to get to know that person, generally." He whispered.
Sango smiled, "yeah. You are right." She smiled, "How do you expect me to to know you houshi-sama?"
Miroku sighed, pondering for a second. "Perhaps Peronsaly," He smiled, "then as the time we spend together, and our relationship progresses, intamently?" Sango looked up at him. Her eyes wondering vaugley. 'what does that mean?'
Miroku smiled at her. "Do you know whatI like? How I react in certain situations. What hurts men , and what makes me happiest?"
Sango sighed, although she was still smiling as she rested her head upon the young monks shoulder. "Mmm.. Ih ave Ideas. I know that you like stew, and music. As well as Women. Your happiest around friends... And women...And you don't like to see your friends fight, or get hurt. Your protective of those you care about, and would even give your life for them." She looked up, seeing Miroku's face growing somewhat, shuttered. Although he continued to smile down at her, catching her forhead in a gentle kiss. Making Sango smile.
Sango smiled taking the houshi's other hand in hers she gentley kissed it. Completely on impulse. Making the houshi grin. But before he could try anything, Sango looked up at him with expectant eyes. "Me. What do you think about me? What do you I know/I about me?"
Miroku raised an eyebrow, sighing as he suddenly smirked. "Should I list all the undesirable traits first?" He questioned with a small smile and a wink to the youkai tai-jya. Sango sighed, bowing her head.
"I'm sorry houshi-sama." She said sadly, closing her eyes. Miroku groaned, unhappy that he had made her sad, even with his small teasing. He gentley touched her chin with his fingertips, lifting her chin up to look her in the eye. "Your strong, Just, caring, resolute, and smart. Your loving, and definatly vengeful towards evil. Especially beautiful. You care about your friends, and are a great ally in times of battle. All round, You're a perfect woman Sango."
Sango herself had already began to blush tewnty shades of red, and was blushing even more when he stroked her chin again, although her body froze, unable to react when he gentley bent over her, his lips brushing hers for a split second. Making Sango tense, but still long for more deeper inside. She grinned up at the houshi, over her blush. "So I suppose I know you pretty good personally don't I?" She said, almoust proudly to her houshi- sama.
Mirkou smiled. "As I you. We do have a rather strong...rela.." He trailed off with a sigh, "Friendship don't we?" Although it was quite visible in his tone. That he wanted more. How much? Only the lecherous pig knew.
Sango simply nodded in return, resting her head on his shoulder, although when he made a movement to her lower parts, she instantly slapped his hand away, putting a little more space between them, although they still managed to continue holding hands as they walked further and deeper into the forest. Atlhoguh neither of them really seemed to notice where they were going, both very intrested in the others feelings at the moment. Miroku finally voiced up.
"But Sometimes I feel, that your blocking me out... And you just won't let me in.." he confessed, closing his eyes as he continued, "You lash out of me, both physically, and verbally when I try to show you how I feel, to show you that I want you. I want to know you more then generally, more then personally. More then I intamintly/I if at all possible." He whispered.
Sango looked at the houshi, feeling her heart go out to the hosuhi, although she quickly grabbed it. He would crush it, running after some other girl. He always did. "Oh houshi-sama...I'm sorry..." She whispered, Miroku opened his mouth to say something more, but she lifted a finger to his lips. "Let me finish. You have to understand my point of it to, you lecherous houshi." She added as he kissed her fingers, then her palm, she closed her eyes, resisting the urge to smack him as she drew in a stuttering breath to continue. "You show me you love me, if at all possible. And I give you my heart. But then you trample it. You go after any other girl that comes whithin three meters. Houshi-sama. I can't risk getting hurt like that." She whispered, pulling herslef away from him as she crossed her arms, walking in front of the houshi, who had stopped in his tracks hearing her words.
"All of that could be avoided, I could become a chaste, holy..Well...Loyal houshi to you if I had a reason." He whispered. Sango stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her chest as she turned to look at the monk. "Houshi...-sama?" She squeaked, as he moved in on her, rolling his hands over her back, pulling her into him as he smiled, "Yes Sango-chan?" He responded huskily. His eyes darkened with sheer lust for the girl in his arms.
Sango's eyes sparkled, maybe with tears? Perhaps with happiness. "Oh houshi- sama.." She sighed, lifting herself up onto tip toe she lifted her lips to his, kissing him gentley. Miroku smiled, bending his neck so that she wouldn't have to stretch he returened the kiss, adding in a few more of his antics. Sango's breath caught once again as she felt his tounge on her lips, prodding gentley, begging for an entrence. How could she resist?
Opening her mouth she gasped as his warm breath flooded into her mouth. Leaving her litterally breathless. The feelings that he sparked, his tounge gentley prodding her interior warmth. Tasting her as if he couldn't get enough. She felt all sorts of feelings flood through her, as she pressed her tounge agaisnt his, to see if it would feel as good, to her surprise it felt even better as he groaned into her mouth, making her moan in longing, shifting her hips in his grip, making him gasp against her mouth, gentley the two broke apart reluctantly.
Every erotic feeling that Miroku had every felt for Sango, strenghtened a hundred times with the new feelings that pulled through him, pooling at his groin, then shooting back up to himself, to fill him with an energy that he had rarley experienced before. "God Sango.." he whispered, as he gentley searched her neck, nuzzling gentley trying to reach the tender flesh. Sango tilted her neck backwards as she felt his warm kisses again, his teeth scraping against her neck made her eyes widened in shock as she wrapped her hands around his neck, but the feeling of his tonge soothed any sting, until she wondered if she had even felt it at all. She shifted again, trying to get against him more, making a small moan of sheer frustration.
Miroku felt the vibration against his lips, which made him gasp again as he felt her twist in his grip. Releaing her he panted gentley, "Sango..." he gasped, "I...I'm...not one to control myself..." he warned. Sango smiled hautily, she herself was feeling feelings that she had never before experienced, a warmth flowing through her, settling at the very pit of her abdomen, perhaps even lower. "Miroku..." She whispered, saying his name.
Miroku looked up at her, smiling, "You said my name." He commented with a smile, Sango smiled again,
"Miroku?" She repeated, Miroku raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked her huskily as she returned to his arms, pressing her body against himself. Making him wonder inwardly. Was he teasing her? "My temptress.." He whispered slyly, Sango snorted, searching his mouth for another kiss.
And did she ever get one.
From the shadows of the forest floor a genderless sincker imitted, although it was to low for the distracted humans to hear.
Shadows seemed to spread from the floor of the forest, a cloacked black figure emerging from them. But by the time Miroku and Sango broke apart again, panting for breath, their eyes widened as Miroku slowly swore. "shit..." he hissed.
"Your slow on noticing. Aren't you?" Came the same cold voice, it emitted from everywhere around, where the shadows had spred. "To late."
"Miroku..." Shippo called, tugging on the shoulders of the houshi. "Miroku! Miroku wake up!" Shippo whined, tugging on Miroku over and over until finally Miroku's eyes flickered open. "Huh...Wha?" he muttered sitting up suddenly with a jerk, sending Shippo off the houshi's shoulders to the floor. "What is it?" He cried, his reflexes finally kicking in.
"Sango made breakfast." Shippo said, Making Miroku moan, although he still did manage to pull his sleepy self to his sleep. He hadn't even got to sleep until the early morning. Sleep was needed in the young houshi's system. But the sight of InuYasha and Sango sitting on either side of the fire woke him up a little more.
Sango smiled at the young houshi as a greeting, and InuYasha flicked an ear in his direction of the houshi. Quite polite for the mood he was in currently.
"Kagome still hasn't come back yet huh?" Miroku commented dryly, sitting down he accepted the roasted fish that Sango handed him, Shippo sitting between him and InuYasha.
"No. What difference does it make?" InuYasha snarled, announcing his mood as very shitty. What else was new? Miroku yawned. "Your right. None." He said quickly agreeing with the hanyou. Maybe even a little too quickly.
The breaking of their fast continued at a silence after that moment on. Uncomfortable they all were. It was not the greatest beginning to the day. Inside both Sango and Miroku hoped that it would get better, and that either InuYasha or Kagome would swallow their pride, and apologize to each other.
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Back in the modern Area, Kagome was still sleeping, unaware of her friend's discomforts. The alarm clock finally started beeping at the sickly b-flat that announced that it was time for her to get up. She rolled over, slapping the alarm clock until she finally pushed a button that made it stop. Not knowing if it was snooze or not, she rolled back over, continuing to sleep.
Finally Kagome's mother's voice was heard. "Kagome are you up yet?" she called up to her daughter, glancing from the clock to the top of the stairs of the shrine again.
Kagome jolted up sitting up in bed. "Yes haha-chan (mother)!" She called down to her mother who seemed thoroughly relieved. "Okay! You must leave for school in 10 minutes!" she called up. Kagome's eyes widened at the prospect. Remembering that she was no longer in feudal Japan. She had school!
Jumping out of her bed, she quickly pulled off her nightclothes, pulling on her uniform hurriedly as she pulled a brush through her hair. "Chikuso!" she cursed quietly digging through the large pack she had lugged back from warring states era, containing all her schoolbooks. Throwing them into her smaller pack she used for school. "Hi grandfather!" She called as she ran by him, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter, "Bye Grandfather!" She called as she ran out the door, heading off to school. She paused only for a second as she looked longingly at the old well house, quickly brushing off the urge to go back to her friends in the feudal era. InuYasha would just yell at her some more.
Unaware she seemed as she turned off the shrine grounds, running flat out down the sidewalk towards school. Unaware, of the blinking golden eyes that had watched her from the branches of the god tree. "Feh..." the inu hanyou muttered, quickly, to avoid detection darting from the base of the tree into the well.
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"Where's InuYasha?" Miroku voiced thoughtfully, as he opened his eyes. Sitting crosslegged in front of the hut. Not much enlightenement had come over him although. He spent half his time peeking out at Sango who was mending some ripped clothing from battle.
Shippo pouted, his head already covered in multiple bumps, showing that he had pissed the hanyou off before, earlier in the day. "Don't Know, Don't care where that meany is.." Shippo pouted. "He's just a big bully."
Miroku smiled, "I've got a good Idea where he is. Shippo, why don't you go check by the bone-eaters well for our dog-eared friend?" He asked the tiny Kitsune. Sango turned around hearing the houshi's words. "You think he went to find her?" She asked looking curiously under her bangs at the houshi. Miroku smiled and watched as the tiny kitsune bounced off, carying out the appointed task.
"He could have..Either way I just got rid of Shippo.." Miroku said with a large hentai grin, his eyes sparkling as he winked at Sango.
Sango sighed, rolling her eyes as she sat back down again, her back to the perverted houshi. "Sometimes I wonder about your health.." She sighed, shaking her head as she began to sew once again. "You must have some kind of, condition, to be pervert all the time." She sighed. Telling him what Kagome had told her before.
Miroku smiled, although he tried his best to look hurt. "You hurt me," He said sadly, "You cut me real deep just now." A smile spred across his face, giving it away that he was just teasing no doubt. Sango sighed, rolling her eyes again she grabbed the nearest object, In fact one of Miroku's sandles wich he had shed earlier, Hurling it at his head half heartedly.
The attempt missed, hitting Miroku in the stomach he smiled, "Could you throw me my other one?" He asked with a grin, putting on the sandle. Sango smiled and complied tossing the second to him.
Stanind up Miroku made his way to sit beside Sango. Watching her cautiously, he noticed how her body tensed every time he came near her. He really hadn't earned her trust had he? He continued to watch her, her fingers surprisingly nimble with the needle she was using to sew the kimmono back together with. "What a good wife you would make." He whispered to her, his voice barley audible.
Sango closed her eyes, her needle ceasing to move as she heard him speak. Opening her eyes again, she continued to sew. "No comment houshi-sama.." She muttered, a blush coming gentley over her cheeks. Miroku grinned at the reaction. Scooting a little closer, he leaned into her, putting his arm behind her to lean on his own hand. Smiling again as Sango tensed at the closeness he was to her. "I don't bite you know." He informed her cooly.
It was then that Sango relized how close he was, feeling his breath against the back of her neck as he spoke she shifted her position uncomfortably, "Its not exactly biting I'm worring about." She informed him curtly blushing quite a few shades of red at the ironic-ness of the statement.
Miroku grinned as he leaned over her, allowing his head to rest ever so near to her shoulder, his lips only inches away from her ear. He grinned, almoust evily as he took a nip at her ear. She squeaked, pulling away from him, almoust panicked. She turned, leaning backwards, the sewing she had occupied herself with laying forgotten. Miroku smiled, leaning over her "Perhaps you should be." He informed her, waggling his eyebrows. Sango blushed probably around forty shades of red at that statement as she looked up at him, almost fearfully it seemed. "Houshi-sama...?" she stuttered, her composure lost, shaking slightly as he moved in on her.
"Yes?" Miroku asked with a warm smile. It almost gave Sango second thoughts as her hand flew out of nowhere, what she didn't realize though, was Miroku's hand grabbing her wrist before her hand connected with his face. Pulling her arm down, Sango was pulled somewhat upwards, right into the young houshi, who seemed to be expecting her quite readily. "Eager are we?" He asked with a small wink, and a large hentai grin.
"Let me...Go!" Sango fumed, trying futile to pry his grip of her wrist. Her mind darted as he leaned in on her trying even more to get her hand free.
"Mmmm... And what would you do to me if I didn't? Or if I Did?" Miroku asked warily, before bending down to kiss her forehead. Sango's blush, if at all possible increased.
I Stupid houshi, /I she thought I none of the village girls will let him grope them, so now he's trying to grope me. /I Sango thought with her eyes wide. She dug her nails into his fingers, making him wince, releasing her. Growling he stood to his feet.
"Seriously Sango. You act as if I was going to hurt you or something." He said sadly. "You really don't trust me do you? I suppose I should blame myself for that." He sighed, holding out his hand to help Sango up to her feet.
Sango accepted his hand as she pulled herself up, but quickly released it. Although she now felt a little guilty; he hadn't exactly grabbed her anywhere...inappropriate did he? She shook her head, knocking such thoughts out. He would have, if she hadn't acted.
"Yes I suppose you are to blame houshi-sama." She stated firmly, trying to ignore the look that Miroku gave off. Like a little puppy, one who had been kicked, only because it wanted to play. Miroku sighed and turned his back away, walking slowly down the path. Surprisingly to Sango, not towards the village where all the women were. But the other direction, towards InuYasha forest.
Sango sighed. "Wait Miroku! Where are you going?" She called out after him. Miroku shrugged in response.
"For a walk. Care to join me?" He asked, extending his arm to her. Sango sighed, taking a moment she put away her sewing, dousing the fire with water she shrugged. "Might as well." She sighed, walking up beside him. Stiffening as Miroku put his arm around her carefully. Although he did nothing more as he began to walk.
Sango sighed as she followed him, step in step beside eachother, her self- consciousness at exactly where he was placing his arm wearing away as she seemed to notice that he wasn't trying anything. Like a good little lecherous houshi.
The silence kept on untill Miroku finally gazed at Sango whistlessly. She pretended not to notice, becoming very intrested in the tree's, or the ground, until she could finally bear it no longer, blushing she looked up at him. "Is something wrong Houshi-Sama?" she asked him finally. Miroku grinned, turning his position so that he was somehow working himself behind her, letting his hands drape over her shoulders, resting his head upon the top her own.
"Nothing could ever be wrong Lady Sango." He said lightly, before gazing up at the sky, as he continued to walk, as if he was doing nothing unordinary. Thinking.
"What are you thinking of Houshi-Sama?" Sango wondered aloud, relizing that she had voiced it aloud after she heard her own voice. Surprised at how curious her very tone sounded.
Miroku looked down at her the best he could from his postion, finally, he dropped his head to her shoulder, looking at the side of her face, not that her profile was not a nice one, in fact..It seemed to be quiet pleasurable to look at.
"How much do you know of me Sango?" He finally asked, "As a person, how much do you know about me?"
Sango smiled, rolling her eyes. "You're a..man.. Named Miroku. Good enough?" She teased, she would have liked to look into his eyes, but his face was so close, she wouldn't take her chances being that close to him. Well...Would she?
"Really Sango.." Miroku laughed. "How well do you know me?"
Sango sighed, pausing to reflect on the question for a moment. "Well houshi- sama, You're a hentai, a theif, and a liar. Not to mention a womanizer and a fool." She finally finished, looking to Miroku for a reaction.
Miroku seemed rather flustered. "Well...uh...Thank You Sango?" He said with a slight, grimace? He released her, in all good reason, If that was how she thought of him. Walking instead, simply at her side.
Sango smiled, a michevious sparkle in her eye as she moved closer to the houshi, her hips gentley hitting into his side as she knocked herself softly against him. Miroku smiled at her next words. "But on the other hand, you are brave, strong, caring, responsible, intelligent, and rather...Charming...(in a very perverted way)" she added in a undertone, "All round I'd say." Miroku smiled, tucking his arm around her waste, he grinned. "Really? Then thank you very much Sango-chan!" He said happily. But he frowned for a moment. "But youk now, those are just my qualities. You could spend a day with someone and know them, even an hour, you just need to get to know that person, generally." He whispered.
Sango smiled, "yeah. You are right." She smiled, "How do you expect me to to know you houshi-sama?"
Miroku sighed, pondering for a second. "Perhaps Peronsaly," He smiled, "then as the time we spend together, and our relationship progresses, intamently?" Sango looked up at him. Her eyes wondering vaugley. 'what does that mean?'
Miroku smiled at her. "Do you know whatI like? How I react in certain situations. What hurts men , and what makes me happiest?"
Sango sighed, although she was still smiling as she rested her head upon the young monks shoulder. "Mmm.. Ih ave Ideas. I know that you like stew, and music. As well as Women. Your happiest around friends... And women...And you don't like to see your friends fight, or get hurt. Your protective of those you care about, and would even give your life for them." She looked up, seeing Miroku's face growing somewhat, shuttered. Although he continued to smile down at her, catching her forhead in a gentle kiss. Making Sango smile.
Sango smiled taking the houshi's other hand in hers she gentley kissed it. Completely on impulse. Making the houshi grin. But before he could try anything, Sango looked up at him with expectant eyes. "Me. What do you think about me? What do you I know/I about me?"
Miroku raised an eyebrow, sighing as he suddenly smirked. "Should I list all the undesirable traits first?" He questioned with a small smile and a wink to the youkai tai-jya. Sango sighed, bowing her head.
"I'm sorry houshi-sama." She said sadly, closing her eyes. Miroku groaned, unhappy that he had made her sad, even with his small teasing. He gentley touched her chin with his fingertips, lifting her chin up to look her in the eye. "Your strong, Just, caring, resolute, and smart. Your loving, and definatly vengeful towards evil. Especially beautiful. You care about your friends, and are a great ally in times of battle. All round, You're a perfect woman Sango."
Sango herself had already began to blush tewnty shades of red, and was blushing even more when he stroked her chin again, although her body froze, unable to react when he gentley bent over her, his lips brushing hers for a split second. Making Sango tense, but still long for more deeper inside. She grinned up at the houshi, over her blush. "So I suppose I know you pretty good personally don't I?" She said, almoust proudly to her houshi- sama.
Mirkou smiled. "As I you. We do have a rather strong...rela.." He trailed off with a sigh, "Friendship don't we?" Although it was quite visible in his tone. That he wanted more. How much? Only the lecherous pig knew.
Sango simply nodded in return, resting her head on his shoulder, although when he made a movement to her lower parts, she instantly slapped his hand away, putting a little more space between them, although they still managed to continue holding hands as they walked further and deeper into the forest. Atlhoguh neither of them really seemed to notice where they were going, both very intrested in the others feelings at the moment. Miroku finally voiced up.
"But Sometimes I feel, that your blocking me out... And you just won't let me in.." he confessed, closing his eyes as he continued, "You lash out of me, both physically, and verbally when I try to show you how I feel, to show you that I want you. I want to know you more then generally, more then personally. More then I intamintly/I if at all possible." He whispered.
Sango looked at the houshi, feeling her heart go out to the hosuhi, although she quickly grabbed it. He would crush it, running after some other girl. He always did. "Oh houshi-sama...I'm sorry..." She whispered, Miroku opened his mouth to say something more, but she lifted a finger to his lips. "Let me finish. You have to understand my point of it to, you lecherous houshi." She added as he kissed her fingers, then her palm, she closed her eyes, resisting the urge to smack him as she drew in a stuttering breath to continue. "You show me you love me, if at all possible. And I give you my heart. But then you trample it. You go after any other girl that comes whithin three meters. Houshi-sama. I can't risk getting hurt like that." She whispered, pulling herslef away from him as she crossed her arms, walking in front of the houshi, who had stopped in his tracks hearing her words.
"All of that could be avoided, I could become a chaste, holy..Well...Loyal houshi to you if I had a reason." He whispered. Sango stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her chest as she turned to look at the monk. "Houshi...-sama?" She squeaked, as he moved in on her, rolling his hands over her back, pulling her into him as he smiled, "Yes Sango-chan?" He responded huskily. His eyes darkened with sheer lust for the girl in his arms.
Sango's eyes sparkled, maybe with tears? Perhaps with happiness. "Oh houshi- sama.." She sighed, lifting herself up onto tip toe she lifted her lips to his, kissing him gentley. Miroku smiled, bending his neck so that she wouldn't have to stretch he returened the kiss, adding in a few more of his antics. Sango's breath caught once again as she felt his tounge on her lips, prodding gentley, begging for an entrence. How could she resist?
Opening her mouth she gasped as his warm breath flooded into her mouth. Leaving her litterally breathless. The feelings that he sparked, his tounge gentley prodding her interior warmth. Tasting her as if he couldn't get enough. She felt all sorts of feelings flood through her, as she pressed her tounge agaisnt his, to see if it would feel as good, to her surprise it felt even better as he groaned into her mouth, making her moan in longing, shifting her hips in his grip, making him gasp against her mouth, gentley the two broke apart reluctantly.
Every erotic feeling that Miroku had every felt for Sango, strenghtened a hundred times with the new feelings that pulled through him, pooling at his groin, then shooting back up to himself, to fill him with an energy that he had rarley experienced before. "God Sango.." he whispered, as he gentley searched her neck, nuzzling gentley trying to reach the tender flesh. Sango tilted her neck backwards as she felt his warm kisses again, his teeth scraping against her neck made her eyes widened in shock as she wrapped her hands around his neck, but the feeling of his tonge soothed any sting, until she wondered if she had even felt it at all. She shifted again, trying to get against him more, making a small moan of sheer frustration.
Miroku felt the vibration against his lips, which made him gasp again as he felt her twist in his grip. Releaing her he panted gentley, "Sango..." he gasped, "I...I'm...not one to control myself..." he warned. Sango smiled hautily, she herself was feeling feelings that she had never before experienced, a warmth flowing through her, settling at the very pit of her abdomen, perhaps even lower. "Miroku..." She whispered, saying his name.
Miroku looked up at her, smiling, "You said my name." He commented with a smile, Sango smiled again,
"Miroku?" She repeated, Miroku raised an eyebrow.
"Yes?" He asked her huskily as she returned to his arms, pressing her body against himself. Making him wonder inwardly. Was he teasing her? "My temptress.." He whispered slyly, Sango snorted, searching his mouth for another kiss.
And did she ever get one.
From the shadows of the forest floor a genderless sincker imitted, although it was to low for the distracted humans to hear.
Shadows seemed to spread from the floor of the forest, a cloacked black figure emerging from them. But by the time Miroku and Sango broke apart again, panting for breath, their eyes widened as Miroku slowly swore. "shit..." he hissed.
"Your slow on noticing. Aren't you?" Came the same cold voice, it emitted from everywhere around, where the shadows had spred. "To late."