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!
I thank again those who reviewed. You don't know how much it means to me! *sobs*
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Just some additional notes:
Tomoko-chan, I think I have been putting enough space for the change of scene. I see to it that I put at least three lines before I start typing the scenes that are next. Maybe I just forgot about it... Gomen! And thanks for that comment, I'm pretty much elated by that one... ^-^
Soju, gomen if I have offended you with that DracoxHarry thing... Gomen ne! It's just that I appreciate all sorts of pairing... Gomen, and Domo for reviewing!
Just one more thing: Brownilocs, about that coralberry thing... it is a North American shrub of the honeysuckle family that produces dark red berries. Latin name: Symphoricarpos orbiculatus. Another: it is an evergreen shrub of eastern Asia. Genus: Ardisia. I don't really know what it tastes like or how it looks like. I'm neither from the States nor Japan. I was just so fond when I looked up my Japanese dictionary that Sango means coral, and that made me really scan the whole English dictionary and even my Encarta encyclopedia to acquire related words to it... And as it turns out, I found out that there's such a fruit-bearing tree called coralberry, a shrub named coral tree, flowers called coral bells, an algae called coralline, a fish named coral trout, a poisonous snake called coral snake, and an unfertilized egg of a crab or lobster that turns pink when cooked named coral. Quite amusing, ne? And I know that it wasn't growing in Japan, but let's pretend that the species of that tree was still growing in Feudal Japan and is now extinct! ^-^;
Kept you too long, ne? Gomen!
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Five: Gon
"Do you love... coralberries?" Miroku asked as he pulled her closer.
Sango's face went a thousand shades of red. "O-Of course, Houshi-sama. W-W-Why'd you ask?"
Miroku smiled mischievously, almost evilly. "Nothing really. But I have something for you." He brought out a piece of cloth and opened it, revealing several pieces of coralberries.
Sango's eyes widened with enthusiasm, and her shaken expression suddenly changed into a childish one. The fruits were bloody red, shiny and tempting that Sango had no doubts and picked one at once. "Can I have one, Houshi-sama?"
"They're all yours, Sango-sama." Miroku smiled his usual smile again. "Actually I wanted to say sorry for what happened this morning. I..." He trailed off. 'It's coming.' He thought, as he anticipated... a slap, a hit, a punch on the gut, a slash from Hiraikotsu... anything. For sure, he thought, she'd react violently because of his questionable acts. Not to mention, she never talked to him for the rest of the day after her fall. He waited...
And waited...
And waited...
Surprised, Miroku looked at his companion. "Sango-sama?"
"Hmmm?" She looked back at him, her mouth filled with coralberries.
Miroku fell anime-style. [a/n: Gah? Did I just write that? ^-^;] He straightened up, and then plastered another smile. "Were you listening to me?"
Sango stopped. "Hm... I think so... Yeah, maybe..." She munched on the coralberries.
Miroku sighed. "Sango-sama, listen to me."
Sango's pupils moved to the corner of her eyes. "Yeah?"
"I said I wanted to..." Miroku thought the better of it. "Never mind, it's nothing." He waved off. Maybe she was never angry after all. If she were then she would be furious in the first place.
"Oh..." Sango nodded, and proceeded with her supposed task. "Want some, Houshi-sama?"
"Thank you." He started to pick a piece when Sango hid the piece of cloth with the fruits.
"Not unless I feed you." She smirked.
"Eh?" Miroku blurted, bewildered.
"I want to feed you. Now, aaaaaa..." Sango held the fruit in front of his mouth.
"N-N-No, Sango-sama, I-I can do this alone." He waved his hand and smiled almost sheepishly.
But he was startled when she slipped the fruit in his mouth.
"There!" She remarked, and ate heartily once again.
"There's a town straight ahead." Inu-Yasha said after sniffles. He walked much faster than all of them.
They all followed, since they all know that they can -and should- trust Inu-Yasha's olfactory nerves.
It was relieving to Sango that Inu-Yasha was not angry with her anymore, and that her injury had recuperated only overnight. After all, it wasn't that bad. She looked up as a feeling of happiness surged.
The sky was clear that day, and the clouds passed by slowly. The birds chirped around them as they walked out of the forest. The trees rustled slightly at the breeze's motion.
She smiled. At these times, when the weather is fine, she would lie down on the soft grass and look up the sky, and sometimes fall asleep.
Involuntarily, she removed her gaze from the sky and turned it to Miroku.
Miroku smiled at her.
She smiled back. Why was Houshi-sama smiling at her? She looked ahead to their path when suddenly realization struck her.
CRAAA~ACKKKKKK
Miroku sat on the ground, caressing his left cheek where a red hand was imprinted.
Sango rolled her eyes and walked forward. "Sukebe..." She mumbled.
"It seems to me that there's a festival in this town." Kagome said to Inu-Yasha, who was busy looking at the surroundings. "It's a good thing that we got here early. If we didn't we wouldn't have had a room to stay in."
"And the innkeeper was generous enough to take us in without asking anything in return." Sango sat down on the tatami floor.
"Without anything in return? Feh. That bouzou is already putting up fake spells there at the doors of the inn." Inu-Yasha slouched on the corner of the room.
'Ofuda...' Sango thought as she smiled inwardly.
Night fell, but the town where they stopped was still wide-awake, since the festival fever is in the air.
And for the people of the town not to be suspicious of them, they also went out to the festival. Kagome loaned a kimono from the innkeeper's daughter and so did Sango.
They walked past stores with glaring lights and fancy lanterns, and it was hard to restrain Shippou from snatching a bite from all the food stores they walked past.
"Oh, look, Inu-Yasha!" Kagome's eyes caught sight of a stall where there was a container with fish swimming in the water. "Let's play!" She pulled him there in the stall and got one of the nets and caught a fish.
On the other hand, Sango was mesmerized on the strange-looking ball with a rubber string attached to it, and water was in it. The boy was playing with it, and whenever the boy threw it away it came back to him. She mindlessly went to the boy.
"Sango-sama?" Miroku asked as Sango walked near the boy. He followed.
"Hello there." She greeted.
The boy stopped playing and the ball went back to the boy's hand. He nodded in recognition.
"Ano... I hope you don't mind... Where did you get that... that..."
"Water Yoyo?" The boy answered, and pointed to the stand opposite where Inu-Yasha and Kagome were playing... Well, where Kagome was playing. "There."
"Thank you." Sango smiled and in a flash was in front of the booth.
Miroku followed her once again. "Sango-sama..." The edge of his mouth curved as he tried not to smile.
Sango got one of the Yoyo and started to play with it. When she threw it, it didn't bounce back. Frustrated, she threw it again, but was unsuccessful.
Miroku wanted to laugh, but suppressed it. He went to Sango and got the
Water yoyo from her. "Sango-sama, like this." He threw the yoyo hard in the air and it came back to his hand. He did it many times, and Sango was just watching. "Now, you try." He handed the water yoyo back.
Sango slipped the rubber handle on her middle finger and did what Miroku showed her, and was pleased when the yoyo came back to her grasp. She repeated it, and it came back again. She looked up to Miroku and smiled genkily, like a ten-year-old child. "Domo!"
"Do itashimashite." He retorted.
After a tedious walk, the Inu-Yasha tachi settled in their futons and tucked their selves to sleep, save for Miroku. He was outside, beside the pond near the house.
Many thoughts have been bugging him this past few days.
First, there was Naraku. The ever-diabolical youkai -if he was really one. How he longed to see that evil man! He wanted to pound him, slash him, cut his limbs and bones and then finally suck him up in his Kazaana.
There was also the thought of him not being able to defeat him. Kami-sama, he can't die just now. Not now that he's already nearing that goal of killing him.
But there was always the feeling that he could possibly not kill him. He is powerful, obviously. And whenever they would get really close to where he is, he would find a way to outsmart them. Just when their hopes were already up, he'd find a way out of the mess and escape from them. Now he really has to have that child... But...
Trembling with vexation, he punched the rock he was sitting on. Damn that man!
Then there was Sango. Sango, Sango, Sango. The taiji-ya who is acting rather strange for the past few days.
His shakujo made a rustling sound, snapping him out of reverie and into the world of reality. He found out that someone was holding his shakujo, and that person was right in front of him.
He looked up and saw a disturbed face of Sango.
"Houshi-sama, why are you up until now?" She asked.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of her voice. A blush crept up his features. It was a good thing that it was already dark, and he hid it in the pitch black light engulfing them. "Sango-sama, why are you still up?"
"I just asked you that, don't go throwing back my question. Why are YOU still awake?" She sat beside him on the rock.
"Let me guess... You couldn't sleep, ne, Sango-sama?" Miroku inquired.
"H-Hai. And I was... looking for you. I thought... you left us again... Like when you went to Mushin-sensei."
"Why are you worried about me?"
This question took her aback. "W-W-well I was just... worried because... Y-Y-You don't know what dangers are out there if you go on alone. You might encounter Naraku's saismyoushou and..." She trailed off.
Miroku smiled. "Thank you."
"Huh?"
"For worrying about me. Thank you."
"I-It's not unusual... Y-you know, e-everybody in the group does that."
"Iya. No one's been worried about me ever since I went away from Mushin-sensei to search for Naraku." He turned to her and smiled.
Sango saw the sincerity in his smile through the darkness. "You're welcome."
They looked at each other and smiled, and they stared off in the darkness.
A deep, deafening silence ensued.
"Huoshi-sama..." Sango began.
"Hmmm?" He replied.
He was startled when a hand slipped between his fingers, and a head leaning on his shoulders.
"How was it like traveling alone?" She asked as she entwined their fingers.
The question caught him off-guard, and so did the actions of the taiji-ya.
"Were you ever lonely?"
"Most of the time, yes. Without anybody who really cares for you, you'd really feel that way. The same way you felt when everyone in your town died in the fire." He squeezed her hands. "I understood how you felt."
Sango was startled at how he responded to her actions. "I-I thought no one understood me that time."
"Well think again, Sango-sama. Many of us are experiencing the same pain and bitterness that you experienced. So don't you ever think that you are alone. Many of us feel the same way..."
A pregnant pause.
"Houshi-sama..." Sango removed her head on his shoulders and her hands freed itself from his grasp. She sat in front of him and put her face in front of his.
Miroku was surprised, but kept his composure. Neither did he smile nor move away. "Hai?"
"Houshi-sama..." Sango whispered. Her hands landed on his shoulders and drifted down to his robes. "Houshi-sama..." She looked at him, her gaze unwavering.
'Wha-' Miroku thought as Sango's hands went in his robes.
"Teach me, Houshi-sama. Teach me..." Sango felt the cloth of the inner robe, and she tugged at the outer robe for access in the inner robe. Her hands were now between his torso and his inner robes.
"S-S-S-Sango..." 'Now what the heck is happening? What is she doing?' Miroku questioned voicelessly as a pink tinge crept up his pale features.
She felt his skin underneath her hands squirm as she trailed light touches on his chest. "Houshi-sama... Teach me..."
"S-S-Sango..."
"Teach me..."
"S-S-Sango..."
"Houshi-sama... Teach... Me..."
"..."
"Onegai, teach me..."
Miroku's breathing was now uneven. What is she planning to do?
"Teach me your..." Sango stopped, and inched her face nearer, if it was possible, to his flushed one.
'Kami-sama Kami-sama Kami-sama...'
"Teach me your ways, Houshi-sama..." Sango brought out her hand from his robes and held the ofuda near his face.
Author's Rant:
Gomen ne! I've been out of it for so long... Stupid exams! They rained me from all my energy! For those three days that I took my exams I never got the chance to sleep! Well, it's also my fault because I don't want to sleep. I get to study hard whenever I study in the wee hours of the morning... Anyways, please, please, review! I crave for reviews! And I want to apologize for the OOC-ness of the characters, especially Sango! [We tend to do that, ne?] Gomen for misspelled words and wrong grammar, okay? Happy New Year, everyone! Yipee! Well then, 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!
I thank again those who reviewed. You don't know how much it means to me! *sobs*
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Just some additional notes:
Tomoko-chan, I think I have been putting enough space for the change of scene. I see to it that I put at least three lines before I start typing the scenes that are next. Maybe I just forgot about it... Gomen! And thanks for that comment, I'm pretty much elated by that one... ^-^
Soju, gomen if I have offended you with that DracoxHarry thing... Gomen ne! It's just that I appreciate all sorts of pairing... Gomen, and Domo for reviewing!
Just one more thing: Brownilocs, about that coralberry thing... it is a North American shrub of the honeysuckle family that produces dark red berries. Latin name: Symphoricarpos orbiculatus. Another: it is an evergreen shrub of eastern Asia. Genus: Ardisia. I don't really know what it tastes like or how it looks like. I'm neither from the States nor Japan. I was just so fond when I looked up my Japanese dictionary that Sango means coral, and that made me really scan the whole English dictionary and even my Encarta encyclopedia to acquire related words to it... And as it turns out, I found out that there's such a fruit-bearing tree called coralberry, a shrub named coral tree, flowers called coral bells, an algae called coralline, a fish named coral trout, a poisonous snake called coral snake, and an unfertilized egg of a crab or lobster that turns pink when cooked named coral. Quite amusing, ne? And I know that it wasn't growing in Japan, but let's pretend that the species of that tree was still growing in Feudal Japan and is now extinct! ^-^;
Kept you too long, ne? Gomen!
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Five: Gon
"Do you love... coralberries?" Miroku asked as he pulled her closer.
Sango's face went a thousand shades of red. "O-Of course, Houshi-sama. W-W-Why'd you ask?"
Miroku smiled mischievously, almost evilly. "Nothing really. But I have something for you." He brought out a piece of cloth and opened it, revealing several pieces of coralberries.
Sango's eyes widened with enthusiasm, and her shaken expression suddenly changed into a childish one. The fruits were bloody red, shiny and tempting that Sango had no doubts and picked one at once. "Can I have one, Houshi-sama?"
"They're all yours, Sango-sama." Miroku smiled his usual smile again. "Actually I wanted to say sorry for what happened this morning. I..." He trailed off. 'It's coming.' He thought, as he anticipated... a slap, a hit, a punch on the gut, a slash from Hiraikotsu... anything. For sure, he thought, she'd react violently because of his questionable acts. Not to mention, she never talked to him for the rest of the day after her fall. He waited...
And waited...
And waited...
Surprised, Miroku looked at his companion. "Sango-sama?"
"Hmmm?" She looked back at him, her mouth filled with coralberries.
Miroku fell anime-style. [a/n: Gah? Did I just write that? ^-^;] He straightened up, and then plastered another smile. "Were you listening to me?"
Sango stopped. "Hm... I think so... Yeah, maybe..." She munched on the coralberries.
Miroku sighed. "Sango-sama, listen to me."
Sango's pupils moved to the corner of her eyes. "Yeah?"
"I said I wanted to..." Miroku thought the better of it. "Never mind, it's nothing." He waved off. Maybe she was never angry after all. If she were then she would be furious in the first place.
"Oh..." Sango nodded, and proceeded with her supposed task. "Want some, Houshi-sama?"
"Thank you." He started to pick a piece when Sango hid the piece of cloth with the fruits.
"Not unless I feed you." She smirked.
"Eh?" Miroku blurted, bewildered.
"I want to feed you. Now, aaaaaa..." Sango held the fruit in front of his mouth.
"N-N-No, Sango-sama, I-I can do this alone." He waved his hand and smiled almost sheepishly.
But he was startled when she slipped the fruit in his mouth.
"There!" She remarked, and ate heartily once again.
"There's a town straight ahead." Inu-Yasha said after sniffles. He walked much faster than all of them.
They all followed, since they all know that they can -and should- trust Inu-Yasha's olfactory nerves.
It was relieving to Sango that Inu-Yasha was not angry with her anymore, and that her injury had recuperated only overnight. After all, it wasn't that bad. She looked up as a feeling of happiness surged.
The sky was clear that day, and the clouds passed by slowly. The birds chirped around them as they walked out of the forest. The trees rustled slightly at the breeze's motion.
She smiled. At these times, when the weather is fine, she would lie down on the soft grass and look up the sky, and sometimes fall asleep.
Involuntarily, she removed her gaze from the sky and turned it to Miroku.
Miroku smiled at her.
She smiled back. Why was Houshi-sama smiling at her? She looked ahead to their path when suddenly realization struck her.
CRAAA~ACKKKKKK
Miroku sat on the ground, caressing his left cheek where a red hand was imprinted.
Sango rolled her eyes and walked forward. "Sukebe..." She mumbled.
"It seems to me that there's a festival in this town." Kagome said to Inu-Yasha, who was busy looking at the surroundings. "It's a good thing that we got here early. If we didn't we wouldn't have had a room to stay in."
"And the innkeeper was generous enough to take us in without asking anything in return." Sango sat down on the tatami floor.
"Without anything in return? Feh. That bouzou is already putting up fake spells there at the doors of the inn." Inu-Yasha slouched on the corner of the room.
'Ofuda...' Sango thought as she smiled inwardly.
Night fell, but the town where they stopped was still wide-awake, since the festival fever is in the air.
And for the people of the town not to be suspicious of them, they also went out to the festival. Kagome loaned a kimono from the innkeeper's daughter and so did Sango.
They walked past stores with glaring lights and fancy lanterns, and it was hard to restrain Shippou from snatching a bite from all the food stores they walked past.
"Oh, look, Inu-Yasha!" Kagome's eyes caught sight of a stall where there was a container with fish swimming in the water. "Let's play!" She pulled him there in the stall and got one of the nets and caught a fish.
On the other hand, Sango was mesmerized on the strange-looking ball with a rubber string attached to it, and water was in it. The boy was playing with it, and whenever the boy threw it away it came back to him. She mindlessly went to the boy.
"Sango-sama?" Miroku asked as Sango walked near the boy. He followed.
"Hello there." She greeted.
The boy stopped playing and the ball went back to the boy's hand. He nodded in recognition.
"Ano... I hope you don't mind... Where did you get that... that..."
"Water Yoyo?" The boy answered, and pointed to the stand opposite where Inu-Yasha and Kagome were playing... Well, where Kagome was playing. "There."
"Thank you." Sango smiled and in a flash was in front of the booth.
Miroku followed her once again. "Sango-sama..." The edge of his mouth curved as he tried not to smile.
Sango got one of the Yoyo and started to play with it. When she threw it, it didn't bounce back. Frustrated, she threw it again, but was unsuccessful.
Miroku wanted to laugh, but suppressed it. He went to Sango and got the
Water yoyo from her. "Sango-sama, like this." He threw the yoyo hard in the air and it came back to his hand. He did it many times, and Sango was just watching. "Now, you try." He handed the water yoyo back.
Sango slipped the rubber handle on her middle finger and did what Miroku showed her, and was pleased when the yoyo came back to her grasp. She repeated it, and it came back again. She looked up to Miroku and smiled genkily, like a ten-year-old child. "Domo!"
"Do itashimashite." He retorted.
After a tedious walk, the Inu-Yasha tachi settled in their futons and tucked their selves to sleep, save for Miroku. He was outside, beside the pond near the house.
Many thoughts have been bugging him this past few days.
First, there was Naraku. The ever-diabolical youkai -if he was really one. How he longed to see that evil man! He wanted to pound him, slash him, cut his limbs and bones and then finally suck him up in his Kazaana.
There was also the thought of him not being able to defeat him. Kami-sama, he can't die just now. Not now that he's already nearing that goal of killing him.
But there was always the feeling that he could possibly not kill him. He is powerful, obviously. And whenever they would get really close to where he is, he would find a way to outsmart them. Just when their hopes were already up, he'd find a way out of the mess and escape from them. Now he really has to have that child... But...
Trembling with vexation, he punched the rock he was sitting on. Damn that man!
Then there was Sango. Sango, Sango, Sango. The taiji-ya who is acting rather strange for the past few days.
His shakujo made a rustling sound, snapping him out of reverie and into the world of reality. He found out that someone was holding his shakujo, and that person was right in front of him.
He looked up and saw a disturbed face of Sango.
"Houshi-sama, why are you up until now?" She asked.
He felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of her voice. A blush crept up his features. It was a good thing that it was already dark, and he hid it in the pitch black light engulfing them. "Sango-sama, why are you still up?"
"I just asked you that, don't go throwing back my question. Why are YOU still awake?" She sat beside him on the rock.
"Let me guess... You couldn't sleep, ne, Sango-sama?" Miroku inquired.
"H-Hai. And I was... looking for you. I thought... you left us again... Like when you went to Mushin-sensei."
"Why are you worried about me?"
This question took her aback. "W-W-well I was just... worried because... Y-Y-You don't know what dangers are out there if you go on alone. You might encounter Naraku's saismyoushou and..." She trailed off.
Miroku smiled. "Thank you."
"Huh?"
"For worrying about me. Thank you."
"I-It's not unusual... Y-you know, e-everybody in the group does that."
"Iya. No one's been worried about me ever since I went away from Mushin-sensei to search for Naraku." He turned to her and smiled.
Sango saw the sincerity in his smile through the darkness. "You're welcome."
They looked at each other and smiled, and they stared off in the darkness.
A deep, deafening silence ensued.
"Huoshi-sama..." Sango began.
"Hmmm?" He replied.
He was startled when a hand slipped between his fingers, and a head leaning on his shoulders.
"How was it like traveling alone?" She asked as she entwined their fingers.
The question caught him off-guard, and so did the actions of the taiji-ya.
"Were you ever lonely?"
"Most of the time, yes. Without anybody who really cares for you, you'd really feel that way. The same way you felt when everyone in your town died in the fire." He squeezed her hands. "I understood how you felt."
Sango was startled at how he responded to her actions. "I-I thought no one understood me that time."
"Well think again, Sango-sama. Many of us are experiencing the same pain and bitterness that you experienced. So don't you ever think that you are alone. Many of us feel the same way..."
A pregnant pause.
"Houshi-sama..." Sango removed her head on his shoulders and her hands freed itself from his grasp. She sat in front of him and put her face in front of his.
Miroku was surprised, but kept his composure. Neither did he smile nor move away. "Hai?"
"Houshi-sama..." Sango whispered. Her hands landed on his shoulders and drifted down to his robes. "Houshi-sama..." She looked at him, her gaze unwavering.
'Wha-' Miroku thought as Sango's hands went in his robes.
"Teach me, Houshi-sama. Teach me..." Sango felt the cloth of the inner robe, and she tugged at the outer robe for access in the inner robe. Her hands were now between his torso and his inner robes.
"S-S-S-Sango..." 'Now what the heck is happening? What is she doing?' Miroku questioned voicelessly as a pink tinge crept up his pale features.
She felt his skin underneath her hands squirm as she trailed light touches on his chest. "Houshi-sama... Teach me..."
"S-S-Sango..."
"Teach me..."
"S-S-Sango..."
"Houshi-sama... Teach... Me..."
"..."
"Onegai, teach me..."
Miroku's breathing was now uneven. What is she planning to do?
"Teach me your..." Sango stopped, and inched her face nearer, if it was possible, to his flushed one.
'Kami-sama Kami-sama Kami-sama...'
"Teach me your ways, Houshi-sama..." Sango brought out her hand from his robes and held the ofuda near his face.
Author's Rant:
Gomen ne! I've been out of it for so long... Stupid exams! They rained me from all my energy! For those three days that I took my exams I never got the chance to sleep! Well, it's also my fault because I don't want to sleep. I get to study hard whenever I study in the wee hours of the morning... Anyways, please, please, review! I crave for reviews! And I want to apologize for the OOC-ness of the characters, especially Sango! [We tend to do that, ne?] Gomen for misspelled words and wrong grammar, okay? Happy New Year, everyone! Yipee! Well then, Ja!
~Shohoku no Miko~©