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!
Thanks to all those who reviewed! I am very flattered with all those comments! I didn't expect my first Inu-Yasha fic to be this... successful? ^-^; Hah! Anyways, I thank again those who reviewed, and please enjoy the next installations of this story.
~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 Four: Shi
Not getting really any further, the Sengoku Jidai stopped from their search for the shikon shards.
Inu-Yasha sat on a tree branch, still having that grumpy old man feature on his face. "Feh. Burdens." His hair was slightly dirty from the soil.
Kagome wanted to osuwari Inu-Yasha, but decided against it. He had all the right to be angry anyway. She sighed as she gathered dried branches to start their evening fire.
"Kagome-sama, you really don't have to do that now. We were forced to stop here because of me. I-I-It's my fault, really." Sango half-walked and stumbled to get to Kagome, and she got the firewood from Kagome's hands. She started to build their fire.
"Don't blame yourself. It was an accident." Kagome grabbed the things again. "You're injured. You just have to sit there on that rock, and watch as I cook dinner for all of you."
"I'll go hunt for dinner. Anyone here who doesn't eat wild boar?" Miroku stood up and dragged his shakujo with him. Having heard not a single reaction of disapproval, he walked deeper into the woods.
Sango watched as the flames of the fire started to burn with rage. She sighed to herself.
Because of her, they stopped from their journey. Because of her, Inu-Yasha had to skid down the cliff and get her back. Because of her, Kagome has to do her job- to cook their dinner. She promised them another meal, but now she can't cook. Eventhough cooking has nothing to do with her injury. Because of her, Houshi-sama had to go to the woods to get food because the great hanyou didn't want to move with them or mingle with them at the moment.
She felt useless. How stupid of her to fall over that cliff!
Foolish! That foolish for her mind to wander off far, not minding where she was heading.
Well, not really...
It was his fault, and he felt guilty for what had happened. First, he teased Sango. Then, he groped for her one time after the other. When she finally got fed up and tried to slap him, he caught both of her hands and pulled her towards him listlessly. And she thought that he was taking advantage of the situation, so she stepped back, away from him, but down into the cliff.
He should have listened to Inu-Yasha. The hanyou told him to stop already for they were in a dangerous place. But he didn't listen. Instead, he proceeded with his intentions of playing Sango's game.
But the plan backfired.
Now even Sango was angry at him. If he wasn't that persistent in his sukebe actions then none of these would have happened. How could he make it up for her? Say sorry? No, he would really look like the guilty person. Ask Kagome to talk to her about it? Wouldn't do; it would make him look like an egoistic monk.
He shook his head. What can he do?
As he carried the dead boar on his uncursed hand while heading to the encampment, he noticed a very beautiful tree with light pink and red flowers and red fruits.
'Coralberry.' He thought, as pictures of Sango flashed in his mind. Sango giving him some coralberry. Sango relating the uses of the tree and its fruits. Sango eating her coralberry. Sango slightly flushed with what he did, pretending to wipe an invisible crumb.
A light tinge crept up his cheeks as his newfound idea hit him.
Everyone was already asleep, save for Sango and Miroku. Sango had a hard time lying down on the futon. Her bandaged foot throbbed with every movement, but every halt would do much hurt to her. 'So much for the peaceful sleep I wanted.' She tossed to her side and faced the fire.
Miroku isn't really the type to be bugged by such problem. He could easily get to sleep even if Mushin-sensei was really angry at him, or if his father was punishing him for an unjust act. But this... This is different. Everytime he thought of Sango being angry at him, it seemed as though his heart was being torn apart. He felt sharp needles pierce through his skin. He felt an anvil dropping straight from the sky down to his head.
And to top it all, the feeling hurt much more than when he knew his father was sucked up into his kazaana. And much worse when Mushin-sensei told him that he wasn't going to live through the day... Even if the statement was only a joke.
So what was this sensation doing to him?
He felt his heart pounding in his ears. Could it be...?
She shot her eyes open when she felt lips brush against her cheeks. She turned and saw Miroku peeping at her features. Bewildered, she asked. "Wha-What the-"
A mischievous hand crept to her waist and hoisted her from her sleeping position. "Ho-Houshi-sama...?"
"Tell me, Sango..." His voice came husky, and she could really see the glint in his eyes as his face glowed bronze due to the fire.
"Houshi... sama..." She stared at his face. It was serene. No hint of lechery.
Miroku pulled her closer to him and stared at her. "Tell me, Sango. Do you..." He looked down, then up to her face, then down again, then to her face. "Ki-Kinishinai desu... Go back to sleep now, Sango."
"Iie, Houshi-sama. You-You were asking about...?"
"Never mind, Sango."
"Oh yes I do mind, Houshi-sama. Don't leave me hanging here." She put her weight on her hands, which were leaning against the ground.
"Do you... Love..." He stuttered.
"Do I... Love... what?" Sango was getting impatient. Now don't go jumping into conclusions, Sango. Just... Don't forget to breathe...
The nearness made her heart beat madly; it was a good thing he didn't hug her so close or else he would have felt that. It was too obvious to ignore.
"Do you..."
"Do I..."
"You... uh... love..."
"Love what?"
Miroku pulled her even closer, and their faces were now less than an inch apart. "Do you love... coralberries?"
Author's Rant:
OoOoOoOkAaAaAaAaAy... I was really out of it. I didn't expect it to turn out this way. Maybe this is due to my memory lapses. [Yeah right!] Actually, By the way, I want to ask one thing: What do you call that yoyo made up of rubber and there's water in it... You know, the one that anime characters usually play with in festivals... I just need it for my next chapter! [probably you know what I'm talking about already...] So please, help me! Tasukete kudasai! *whines* Sorry for the sudden outburst. Demo... Please, review! Comments would be much appreciated!!!
~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!
Thanks to all those who reviewed! I am very flattered with all those comments! I didn't expect my first Inu-Yasha fic to be this... successful? ^-^; Hah! Anyways, I thank again those who reviewed, and please enjoy the next installations of this story.
~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 Four: Shi
Not getting really any further, the Sengoku Jidai stopped from their search for the shikon shards.
Inu-Yasha sat on a tree branch, still having that grumpy old man feature on his face. "Feh. Burdens." His hair was slightly dirty from the soil.
Kagome wanted to osuwari Inu-Yasha, but decided against it. He had all the right to be angry anyway. She sighed as she gathered dried branches to start their evening fire.
"Kagome-sama, you really don't have to do that now. We were forced to stop here because of me. I-I-It's my fault, really." Sango half-walked and stumbled to get to Kagome, and she got the firewood from Kagome's hands. She started to build their fire.
"Don't blame yourself. It was an accident." Kagome grabbed the things again. "You're injured. You just have to sit there on that rock, and watch as I cook dinner for all of you."
"I'll go hunt for dinner. Anyone here who doesn't eat wild boar?" Miroku stood up and dragged his shakujo with him. Having heard not a single reaction of disapproval, he walked deeper into the woods.
Sango watched as the flames of the fire started to burn with rage. She sighed to herself.
Because of her, they stopped from their journey. Because of her, Inu-Yasha had to skid down the cliff and get her back. Because of her, Kagome has to do her job- to cook their dinner. She promised them another meal, but now she can't cook. Eventhough cooking has nothing to do with her injury. Because of her, Houshi-sama had to go to the woods to get food because the great hanyou didn't want to move with them or mingle with them at the moment.
She felt useless. How stupid of her to fall over that cliff!
Foolish! That foolish for her mind to wander off far, not minding where she was heading.
Well, not really...
It was his fault, and he felt guilty for what had happened. First, he teased Sango. Then, he groped for her one time after the other. When she finally got fed up and tried to slap him, he caught both of her hands and pulled her towards him listlessly. And she thought that he was taking advantage of the situation, so she stepped back, away from him, but down into the cliff.
He should have listened to Inu-Yasha. The hanyou told him to stop already for they were in a dangerous place. But he didn't listen. Instead, he proceeded with his intentions of playing Sango's game.
But the plan backfired.
Now even Sango was angry at him. If he wasn't that persistent in his sukebe actions then none of these would have happened. How could he make it up for her? Say sorry? No, he would really look like the guilty person. Ask Kagome to talk to her about it? Wouldn't do; it would make him look like an egoistic monk.
He shook his head. What can he do?
As he carried the dead boar on his uncursed hand while heading to the encampment, he noticed a very beautiful tree with light pink and red flowers and red fruits.
'Coralberry.' He thought, as pictures of Sango flashed in his mind. Sango giving him some coralberry. Sango relating the uses of the tree and its fruits. Sango eating her coralberry. Sango slightly flushed with what he did, pretending to wipe an invisible crumb.
A light tinge crept up his cheeks as his newfound idea hit him.
Everyone was already asleep, save for Sango and Miroku. Sango had a hard time lying down on the futon. Her bandaged foot throbbed with every movement, but every halt would do much hurt to her. 'So much for the peaceful sleep I wanted.' She tossed to her side and faced the fire.
Miroku isn't really the type to be bugged by such problem. He could easily get to sleep even if Mushin-sensei was really angry at him, or if his father was punishing him for an unjust act. But this... This is different. Everytime he thought of Sango being angry at him, it seemed as though his heart was being torn apart. He felt sharp needles pierce through his skin. He felt an anvil dropping straight from the sky down to his head.
And to top it all, the feeling hurt much more than when he knew his father was sucked up into his kazaana. And much worse when Mushin-sensei told him that he wasn't going to live through the day... Even if the statement was only a joke.
So what was this sensation doing to him?
He felt his heart pounding in his ears. Could it be...?
She shot her eyes open when she felt lips brush against her cheeks. She turned and saw Miroku peeping at her features. Bewildered, she asked. "Wha-What the-"
A mischievous hand crept to her waist and hoisted her from her sleeping position. "Ho-Houshi-sama...?"
"Tell me, Sango..." His voice came husky, and she could really see the glint in his eyes as his face glowed bronze due to the fire.
"Houshi... sama..." She stared at his face. It was serene. No hint of lechery.
Miroku pulled her closer to him and stared at her. "Tell me, Sango. Do you..." He looked down, then up to her face, then down again, then to her face. "Ki-Kinishinai desu... Go back to sleep now, Sango."
"Iie, Houshi-sama. You-You were asking about...?"
"Never mind, Sango."
"Oh yes I do mind, Houshi-sama. Don't leave me hanging here." She put her weight on her hands, which were leaning against the ground.
"Do you... Love..." He stuttered.
"Do I... Love... what?" Sango was getting impatient. Now don't go jumping into conclusions, Sango. Just... Don't forget to breathe...
The nearness made her heart beat madly; it was a good thing he didn't hug her so close or else he would have felt that. It was too obvious to ignore.
"Do you..."
"Do I..."
"You... uh... love..."
"Love what?"
Miroku pulled her even closer, and their faces were now less than an inch apart. "Do you love... coralberries?"
Author's Rant:
OoOoOoOkAaAaAaAaAy... I was really out of it. I didn't expect it to turn out this way. Maybe this is due to my memory lapses. [Yeah right!] Actually, By the way, I want to ask one thing: What do you call that yoyo made up of rubber and there's water in it... You know, the one that anime characters usually play with in festivals... I just need it for my next chapter! [probably you know what I'm talking about already...] So please, help me! Tasukete kudasai! *whines* Sorry for the sudden outburst. Demo... Please, review! Comments would be much appreciated!!!
~Shohoku no Miko~©