Author's Rant:
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter One: Ichi
"Teach me how to cook... Houshi-sama."
"P-Pardon me?" Miroku inquired of the taiji-ya.
"You heard me right, Houshi-sama. Teach me how to cook." Sango removed her arms on his shoulders, and took a step back as she examined the bouzou's reaction.
Miroku had a cynical look. "You mean you..."
She nodded. "Hai, I can't cook."
He put a hand on his mouth.
"Laugh at me all you want but please, teach me how to cook. Cooking was never one of my lessons in being a taiji-ya." She tugged at his purple robes.
"Okay, okay! I wasn't laughing at you. I just wiped the sweat between my lips and nose. Sure, I'll teach you how. But we have to go look for them first." He motioned for her to walk before him. "After you."
Sango gave him a scornful look before she walked. 'One down, two to go.' She smiled inwardly.
'So that's why she was acting strange...' He thought as they walked, following the trails left by the hanyou.
"You did what?" Kagome bellowed.
"Sssssshhhh!!! They might hear us!" Sango hissed. "Yeah, I did. What's wrong with that?" She quickly added as she lathered her hair with the fluid coming from a small bottle that Kagome carried with her from the other world.
"Iie! Nothing's wrong, its just that... you don't know how to cook?" She asked.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Laugh all you want. But cooking was never taught to me since it wasn't needed in demon extermination."
"Oh, sou ka." She nodded. "Indeed, cooking is not necessary in demon extermination... except if you want to poison them with your food, ne?" Kagome laughed, and so did Sango.
A movement from the bush startled the two girls. Kagome hid behind a rock while Sango draped a towel around her lithe body, then grabbed the Hiraikotsu.
"Who's there?" She shouted, her voice threatening.
The creature behind the bush revealed itself- rather, himself. "Sango-sama!" He shouted as his ever roving eyes looked at her mischievously.
"Houshi-sama? HOUSHI-SAMA! SUKEBE!!!" She threw the boomerang and it hit him squarely on the face.
Miroku groaned as he began to sit up. "Geez, Sango, I was just looking for you. I thought you wanted me to teach you how to cook. You even said that I'll teach you as I cook." He rubbed his forehead, a red mark imprinted on it.
"Oh, yeah. Cooking lessons. I'll be there as soon as I get my bath finished..." She said sweetly. "Now get the hell out of here before I pound you into the ground!!!" She thundered, aiming the Hiraikotsu again at Miroku.
"Of course, of course." He remarked, then turned to walk away.
As soon as the Houshi was out of sight, Sango sighed audibly. "You can come out of there now, Kagome-sama."
Kagome soaked into the water again and heaved a sigh of relief. "Are you sure you could handle him? I mean, he gropes for you all the time. If you consider him as your sensei-"
"I know, I know. That's why I want him to be my sensei. I'm going to challenge both myself and him if I can control my temper and if he can stop groping. I really admire him for being a very skillful person, but never in the skill of groping, mind you. He can teach me many things I don't know how to do, but he can neer get through me. Or else he'll end up into a bloody pulp."
"Whatever you say..." Kagome ducked deep into the water to cleanse her hair, and to end the conversation.
"Hands clean?"
"Hai."
"Utensils?"
"Hai."
"Knives?"
"Hai."
"Fire?"
"Um... Inu-Yasha just killed it. But he is making another one."
"Good. Now let's begin our first lesson: Chopping the ingredients." Miroku folded his sleeves and dipped his hands in the hot water together with the knife. He flinched.
"Houshi-sama!" Sango shouted, trying to remove his hands from the hot water.
"No, Sango. It's okay..." He managed to say. "We have to remove the dirt and whatever bad thing this knife has so the food we are going to eat is clean."
"Oh... Then let me do that for you, Houshi-sama."
"No, you get the vegetables we need and wash them there in the spring."
Sango got the vegetables and washed the vegetables.
Kagome joined her there.
"So you're really decided to learn how to cook." Kagome washed the coralberry she got from the tree.
Sango smiled. "Of course. But not just that..."
"What is it that I don't know then?"
"Umm... Just wait until he finishes teaching me." She got up, gathered the vegetables and went back.
"Now peel the skin off the vegetables." Miroku ordered her.
She took hold of the knife and proceeded to peel the skin off in the wrong way.
"No, not like that. Like this." Miroku fixed her grip of the knife and the vegetable and showed her how to peel.
"Oh, I get it." She followed how Miroku did it and in no time did the right thing.
"Good. You're a fast learner, Sango. No wonder you are a great warrior." He remarked.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" She asked.
But she felt a hand caressing her behind.
"Houshi-sama!!!" She turned and dropped the vegetable she was peeling.
"Hmmm?" Miroku looked up to her. "You're done?"
Sango felt herself go red with anger.
"My, my, Sango. You look like a tomato." Miroku teased, then laughed whole-heartedly.
Sango, not sure if she should be angry or glad that the Houshi was doing this, just went back to finish what she was doing.
"Cut it into thin slices."
'Cut it into thin slices.' She repeated on her mind, as though it was a mantra. She positioned the knife above the radish and sliced down. "Houshi-sama, its too thick."
Miroku looked at what she was doing. "Uh-huh. Too thick." He took hold of Sango's hand, which was holding the knife, and held the other hand on the radish. "Do it like this." He sliced, and an almost transparent radish was produced.
"Eh?" Sango looked at her back, Miroku looking back at her.
Miroku smiled. "Just like that."
She quickly looked down, trying to hide the pink tinge creeping up her cheeks.
Miroku lowered his head into the crook of her neck to get a better view of the radish.
As he did this, his breath tickled the baby hair behind Sango's ear. She shivered but regained her composure after a moment. 'Did he feel it?' She asked.
Miroku noticed the propinquity of their bodies. his heart was going erratic. 'What the... What's happening to me?' He asked mentally as he sliced again.
"Oishii!!!" Shippou shouted. "This soup is really good!"
"Of course, Sango-sama cooked it. Ne, Sango-sama?" Miroku looked at her.
She in turn blushed. "Iie... Its because Houshi-sama taught me how to cook." She looked at Kagome, who was sipping the soup heartily.
Kagome loked up in time Sango looked at her. She smiled. "Honestly, it tastes good."
"Arigato, Houshi-sama." Sango bowed to Miroku.
"Don't mention it." And they ate.
After dinner they gathered around the bonfire. Inu-Yasha looked like he was the grumpiest man in the world, sitting on a tree branch. Kagome was reading again. Shippou ate another lollipop, savoring the unnatural sweet taste it offered- much better than what their world can offer. Miroku was sitting with his back against the coralberry tree, while Sango sat across Kagome, petting Kirara.
Kagome yawned as she closed the book she was reading, then stretched up. "Hmmmm!!! I'm going to sleep now, I think I'm having a headache. Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"I think not yet. I am not yet sleepy." Sango continued petting the feline, which was slowly succumbing to sleep with each touch.
"I'll stand watch first." Miroku offered. "So I'll sleep later."
"Inu-Yasha?" Kagome looked up to the tree.
Inu-Yasha was already sleeping.
She smiled and turned. "Fine then. Oyasumi..." Kagome went to her things, got a sleeping bag and tucked herself to sleep.
"Oyasumi." Both Sango and Miroku replied.
"Hey, wait for me! I want to sleep too!" Shippou slipped beside Kagome in the sleeping bag.
Everyone was already sleeping when Sango began to speak. "Ano... Houshi-sama..."
Miroku looked at her in recognition. "Can't sleep?"
"No, I just wanted to thank you for teaching me how to cook." She sat beside him on the base of the tree.
"No need for that. It is my pleasure to help you."
"Demo..." Sango inched closer to him, and tilted her face nearer to his. "I have another favor to ask of you..."
"Hmmm?"
"Actually I have three favors to ask of you. The first one is for you to teach me how to cook."
"And...?"
"And..." She looked down, then up again, then down again.
'She's doing it again. What does she want?' He asked himself. "Wha-"
He was cut off when he felt heat against his hands, and fingers locked with the spaces between his fingers. There was a light squeeze, then another hand fiddled with the prayer beads wrapped on his cursed hand before it mimicked the actions of the first hand. He looked from their entwined hands to her face, then to her lips. He swallowed the lump on his throat and licked his lips wet. Her lips... They were slightly apart, and it was tempting. He averted his gaze on her hazel eyes, and it held an intense look into his amethyst ones.
'Kami-sama... Don't let me lose my control...' He prayed.
"Houshi-sama... Tell me..." She drew her face closer to his.
"Sango..." He managed to blurt out.
"Tell me..." Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.
'Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods...' He chanted.
"Tell me about your kazeana... Please?!"
Author's Rant:
Gomen nasai for that desperate attempt on humor! Gomen nasai!!! *bows deeply* Patheitc, am I? I know, you don't have to say it to my face. But anyways, please review my story! This just has to end! I have never written an Inu-Yasha fic, so please be kind and tell me what you think about it! Thanks in advance to those who will review, and a big GOMEN for the grammatical errors and misspelled words. Ja!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter One: Ichi
"Teach me how to cook... Houshi-sama."
"P-Pardon me?" Miroku inquired of the taiji-ya.
"You heard me right, Houshi-sama. Teach me how to cook." Sango removed her arms on his shoulders, and took a step back as she examined the bouzou's reaction.
Miroku had a cynical look. "You mean you..."
She nodded. "Hai, I can't cook."
He put a hand on his mouth.
"Laugh at me all you want but please, teach me how to cook. Cooking was never one of my lessons in being a taiji-ya." She tugged at his purple robes.
"Okay, okay! I wasn't laughing at you. I just wiped the sweat between my lips and nose. Sure, I'll teach you how. But we have to go look for them first." He motioned for her to walk before him. "After you."
Sango gave him a scornful look before she walked. 'One down, two to go.' She smiled inwardly.
'So that's why she was acting strange...' He thought as they walked, following the trails left by the hanyou.
"You did what?" Kagome bellowed.
"Sssssshhhh!!! They might hear us!" Sango hissed. "Yeah, I did. What's wrong with that?" She quickly added as she lathered her hair with the fluid coming from a small bottle that Kagome carried with her from the other world.
"Iie! Nothing's wrong, its just that... you don't know how to cook?" She asked.
Sango rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Laugh all you want. But cooking was never taught to me since it wasn't needed in demon extermination."
"Oh, sou ka." She nodded. "Indeed, cooking is not necessary in demon extermination... except if you want to poison them with your food, ne?" Kagome laughed, and so did Sango.
A movement from the bush startled the two girls. Kagome hid behind a rock while Sango draped a towel around her lithe body, then grabbed the Hiraikotsu.
"Who's there?" She shouted, her voice threatening.
The creature behind the bush revealed itself- rather, himself. "Sango-sama!" He shouted as his ever roving eyes looked at her mischievously.
"Houshi-sama? HOUSHI-SAMA! SUKEBE!!!" She threw the boomerang and it hit him squarely on the face.
Miroku groaned as he began to sit up. "Geez, Sango, I was just looking for you. I thought you wanted me to teach you how to cook. You even said that I'll teach you as I cook." He rubbed his forehead, a red mark imprinted on it.
"Oh, yeah. Cooking lessons. I'll be there as soon as I get my bath finished..." She said sweetly. "Now get the hell out of here before I pound you into the ground!!!" She thundered, aiming the Hiraikotsu again at Miroku.
"Of course, of course." He remarked, then turned to walk away.
As soon as the Houshi was out of sight, Sango sighed audibly. "You can come out of there now, Kagome-sama."
Kagome soaked into the water again and heaved a sigh of relief. "Are you sure you could handle him? I mean, he gropes for you all the time. If you consider him as your sensei-"
"I know, I know. That's why I want him to be my sensei. I'm going to challenge both myself and him if I can control my temper and if he can stop groping. I really admire him for being a very skillful person, but never in the skill of groping, mind you. He can teach me many things I don't know how to do, but he can neer get through me. Or else he'll end up into a bloody pulp."
"Whatever you say..." Kagome ducked deep into the water to cleanse her hair, and to end the conversation.
"Hands clean?"
"Hai."
"Utensils?"
"Hai."
"Knives?"
"Hai."
"Fire?"
"Um... Inu-Yasha just killed it. But he is making another one."
"Good. Now let's begin our first lesson: Chopping the ingredients." Miroku folded his sleeves and dipped his hands in the hot water together with the knife. He flinched.
"Houshi-sama!" Sango shouted, trying to remove his hands from the hot water.
"No, Sango. It's okay..." He managed to say. "We have to remove the dirt and whatever bad thing this knife has so the food we are going to eat is clean."
"Oh... Then let me do that for you, Houshi-sama."
"No, you get the vegetables we need and wash them there in the spring."
Sango got the vegetables and washed the vegetables.
Kagome joined her there.
"So you're really decided to learn how to cook." Kagome washed the coralberry she got from the tree.
Sango smiled. "Of course. But not just that..."
"What is it that I don't know then?"
"Umm... Just wait until he finishes teaching me." She got up, gathered the vegetables and went back.
"Now peel the skin off the vegetables." Miroku ordered her.
She took hold of the knife and proceeded to peel the skin off in the wrong way.
"No, not like that. Like this." Miroku fixed her grip of the knife and the vegetable and showed her how to peel.
"Oh, I get it." She followed how Miroku did it and in no time did the right thing.
"Good. You're a fast learner, Sango. No wonder you are a great warrior." He remarked.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" She asked.
But she felt a hand caressing her behind.
"Houshi-sama!!!" She turned and dropped the vegetable she was peeling.
"Hmmm?" Miroku looked up to her. "You're done?"
Sango felt herself go red with anger.
"My, my, Sango. You look like a tomato." Miroku teased, then laughed whole-heartedly.
Sango, not sure if she should be angry or glad that the Houshi was doing this, just went back to finish what she was doing.
"Cut it into thin slices."
'Cut it into thin slices.' She repeated on her mind, as though it was a mantra. She positioned the knife above the radish and sliced down. "Houshi-sama, its too thick."
Miroku looked at what she was doing. "Uh-huh. Too thick." He took hold of Sango's hand, which was holding the knife, and held the other hand on the radish. "Do it like this." He sliced, and an almost transparent radish was produced.
"Eh?" Sango looked at her back, Miroku looking back at her.
Miroku smiled. "Just like that."
She quickly looked down, trying to hide the pink tinge creeping up her cheeks.
Miroku lowered his head into the crook of her neck to get a better view of the radish.
As he did this, his breath tickled the baby hair behind Sango's ear. She shivered but regained her composure after a moment. 'Did he feel it?' She asked.
Miroku noticed the propinquity of their bodies. his heart was going erratic. 'What the... What's happening to me?' He asked mentally as he sliced again.
"Oishii!!!" Shippou shouted. "This soup is really good!"
"Of course, Sango-sama cooked it. Ne, Sango-sama?" Miroku looked at her.
She in turn blushed. "Iie... Its because Houshi-sama taught me how to cook." She looked at Kagome, who was sipping the soup heartily.
Kagome loked up in time Sango looked at her. She smiled. "Honestly, it tastes good."
"Arigato, Houshi-sama." Sango bowed to Miroku.
"Don't mention it." And they ate.
After dinner they gathered around the bonfire. Inu-Yasha looked like he was the grumpiest man in the world, sitting on a tree branch. Kagome was reading again. Shippou ate another lollipop, savoring the unnatural sweet taste it offered- much better than what their world can offer. Miroku was sitting with his back against the coralberry tree, while Sango sat across Kagome, petting Kirara.
Kagome yawned as she closed the book she was reading, then stretched up. "Hmmmm!!! I'm going to sleep now, I think I'm having a headache. Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
"I think not yet. I am not yet sleepy." Sango continued petting the feline, which was slowly succumbing to sleep with each touch.
"I'll stand watch first." Miroku offered. "So I'll sleep later."
"Inu-Yasha?" Kagome looked up to the tree.
Inu-Yasha was already sleeping.
She smiled and turned. "Fine then. Oyasumi..." Kagome went to her things, got a sleeping bag and tucked herself to sleep.
"Oyasumi." Both Sango and Miroku replied.
"Hey, wait for me! I want to sleep too!" Shippou slipped beside Kagome in the sleeping bag.
Everyone was already sleeping when Sango began to speak. "Ano... Houshi-sama..."
Miroku looked at her in recognition. "Can't sleep?"
"No, I just wanted to thank you for teaching me how to cook." She sat beside him on the base of the tree.
"No need for that. It is my pleasure to help you."
"Demo..." Sango inched closer to him, and tilted her face nearer to his. "I have another favor to ask of you..."
"Hmmm?"
"Actually I have three favors to ask of you. The first one is for you to teach me how to cook."
"And...?"
"And..." She looked down, then up again, then down again.
'She's doing it again. What does she want?' He asked himself. "Wha-"
He was cut off when he felt heat against his hands, and fingers locked with the spaces between his fingers. There was a light squeeze, then another hand fiddled with the prayer beads wrapped on his cursed hand before it mimicked the actions of the first hand. He looked from their entwined hands to her face, then to her lips. He swallowed the lump on his throat and licked his lips wet. Her lips... They were slightly apart, and it was tempting. He averted his gaze on her hazel eyes, and it held an intense look into his amethyst ones.
'Kami-sama... Don't let me lose my control...' He prayed.
"Houshi-sama... Tell me..." She drew her face closer to his.
"Sango..." He managed to blurt out.
"Tell me..." Her eyes moved from his eyes to his lips.
'Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, oh gods...' He chanted.
"Tell me about your kazeana... Please?!"
Author's Rant:
Gomen nasai for that desperate attempt on humor! Gomen nasai!!! *bows deeply* Patheitc, am I? I know, you don't have to say it to my face. But anyways, please review my story! This just has to end! I have never written an Inu-Yasha fic, so please be kind and tell me what you think about it! Thanks in advance to those who will review, and a big GOMEN for the grammatical errors and misspelled words. Ja!
~Shohoku no Miko~©