Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my MP3 player. (Hugs close.) No one can
take away my music! NO ONE!!!
Lawyer person: Actually, it's not your music. It belongs to the artist and their recording company.
Monigue: CURSE YOU LAWYERS! CURSE YOU TO HELL!
Ria: Umm... Monigue? You're a lawyer for the mock trail.
Monigue: ... oh.
AN: Wow. I'm... updating. It's the end of the world! Run away! I really want to update more. Right now I'm going on a four fic cycle. Depending on how good I am they'll be updated quickly or slowly. Any who, if anyone still reads this, let me know what you think! And yes, you are free to scream at me for not updating. (Hides behind couch and braces self for attack.) PS: I'm changing into the present tense because that's now my preferred writing tense. If you hate the present tense... give this a try. The present tense can be good if you use it right. It can also be breath takingly bad to, but that's another story.
5/18-
Miroku is sweating under his robes and at the back of his neck, underneath his ponytail. He hopes that Sango, who is next to him cooking dinner will not notice his nerves. Any question that she asks could let her know that the same thing that had happened to Inu-yasha has happened to him. And from there, things could get ugly. He might have to pull an Inu- yasha and run away. But then again, he didn't have superhuman speed. She would catch up to him quickly and then he would really be in for it.
"I wonder where Inu-yasha and Kagome are?" Sango ponders, interrupting Miroku's thoughts. She looks at him strangely when she sees him jerk slightly. "They're going to miss dinner." She continues, staring at the monk besides her. What is wrong with him? He seems strangely jumpy.
"The last time I saw them... well..." Miroku smiles in a perverted way. "Lets just say they probably don't want to be disturbed." Sango's eyes widen.
"You mean... they finally told each other how they both feel?" She asks, looking down at her hands and wondering when she will tell the man besides what she feels. He wonders how soon she will figure him out and get how he feels about her. Both of them blush slightly.
"Yeah. It sure looked like it." He responds, fiddling with the prayer beads on his hand.
"Think it had anything to do with that odd spell that was on Inu- yasha?" Sango asks.
"I think that it has everything to do with that spell that was on him." Miroku says.
"It was pretty odd too. I mean, we haven't fought any battles with enemies that could do something like that to someone. I wonder who or what put it on him?"
"It's an odd sword." He says, instantly regretting the words as they come out of his mouth.
"How do you know?"
"Inu-yasha told me." Well, it's true.
"So Inu-yasha has a sword that makes him not be able to tell any lies? Does it affect anyone else?"
"Yeah. In fact, it's working on someone right now." Miroku says. His violet eyes are wide with panic.
"Who?" A distraction! He needs a distraction! In a panic he reaches out his hand and grabs her ass. Far to quickly for Miroku to respond she smacks him hard across the face and scotches away from him to the other side of the fire.
"You pervert. Miroku, why the hell do you feel the need to grope women?" She scowls. He shrugs.
"It's a mix of things. I find myself mildly attracted to most women that I meet. Sometimes I'll hit on a bunch of girls that I don't really like all that much or in that way to hide the fact that I like another. And I just like the way that women feel." Sango still looks extremely grumpy.
"Well, it's stupid. What you do, I mean." Sango grumbles.
"What? How?" Miroku asks, vaguely surprised.
"What if the woman that you really like is repulsed by that? Or you try to cop a feel on her at the wrong moment? You've ruined a lot of moments that way!" She exclaims. He regards her with interest, one eyebrow raised at her choice of tense. "I mean, you could ruin a lot of moments." She corrects sloppily, blushing.
"Well, it happens. I take that chance though." He responds, noting with pleasure how cute she is when she blushes.
"So who are the girls that you grope just to cover yourself up?" Sango asks, staring into the fire.
"Well, Kagome is a good example of a girl that I don't feel that way about. She belongs to Inu-yasha, and that was pretty obvious since the beginning. Most of the village girls I hit on I'm not that interested in."
"What about me?" She blurts out, blushing.
"Well... if I told you I wasn't interested, I would be lying." He grins nervously.
She seems surprised by this. She closes her eyes, tries to control the swarm of butterflies that are attacking the sides of her stomach.
"Miroku, what do you really feel about me?" Miroku knows he has to answer. He couldn't lie, say that he wasn't interested in her as more than a friend. He couldn't even say that it was merely a physical attraction.
He would have to tell her...
"You're more than a friend to me, at least. You're a beautiful girl, and smart and strong, and..." He pauses, but realizes that he can't stop now. "I love you Sango." He says, after a few seconds of silence.
"Really? You mean it?" She asks, leaning in towards him.
"I have to." He says, sliding the sword out of its sheath and laying it in front of himself.
"Is that..." She starts, looking down at the sword. He nods. She picks up the sword carefully.
"Then I can tell you," she says, smiling. "That I love you truthfully." With this she throws the sword to the side and lunges towards him, kissing him hard on the lips. He is knocked backward by the impact. She pauses for air, smiling down at him.
"I suppose this would probably be a pretty good moment to ask." He starts, kissing her on the lips. "Would you bear my children?"
"Of course, you idiot." She answers, kissing him again.
The next day the sword had vanished as mysteriously as it had come. None of them were really concerned, however. They were all preoccupied with something much more important. Each other.
END!
AN: Hey, it's done! I was writing this and figured out that there wasn't really anything more that I could write about. I hope you liked this! Please review. Wow, I feel very very fluff sick right now. Haha. Sweet sweet fluff.
Lawyer person: Actually, it's not your music. It belongs to the artist and their recording company.
Monigue: CURSE YOU LAWYERS! CURSE YOU TO HELL!
Ria: Umm... Monigue? You're a lawyer for the mock trail.
Monigue: ... oh.
AN: Wow. I'm... updating. It's the end of the world! Run away! I really want to update more. Right now I'm going on a four fic cycle. Depending on how good I am they'll be updated quickly or slowly. Any who, if anyone still reads this, let me know what you think! And yes, you are free to scream at me for not updating. (Hides behind couch and braces self for attack.) PS: I'm changing into the present tense because that's now my preferred writing tense. If you hate the present tense... give this a try. The present tense can be good if you use it right. It can also be breath takingly bad to, but that's another story.
5/18-
Miroku is sweating under his robes and at the back of his neck, underneath his ponytail. He hopes that Sango, who is next to him cooking dinner will not notice his nerves. Any question that she asks could let her know that the same thing that had happened to Inu-yasha has happened to him. And from there, things could get ugly. He might have to pull an Inu- yasha and run away. But then again, he didn't have superhuman speed. She would catch up to him quickly and then he would really be in for it.
"I wonder where Inu-yasha and Kagome are?" Sango ponders, interrupting Miroku's thoughts. She looks at him strangely when she sees him jerk slightly. "They're going to miss dinner." She continues, staring at the monk besides her. What is wrong with him? He seems strangely jumpy.
"The last time I saw them... well..." Miroku smiles in a perverted way. "Lets just say they probably don't want to be disturbed." Sango's eyes widen.
"You mean... they finally told each other how they both feel?" She asks, looking down at her hands and wondering when she will tell the man besides what she feels. He wonders how soon she will figure him out and get how he feels about her. Both of them blush slightly.
"Yeah. It sure looked like it." He responds, fiddling with the prayer beads on his hand.
"Think it had anything to do with that odd spell that was on Inu- yasha?" Sango asks.
"I think that it has everything to do with that spell that was on him." Miroku says.
"It was pretty odd too. I mean, we haven't fought any battles with enemies that could do something like that to someone. I wonder who or what put it on him?"
"It's an odd sword." He says, instantly regretting the words as they come out of his mouth.
"How do you know?"
"Inu-yasha told me." Well, it's true.
"So Inu-yasha has a sword that makes him not be able to tell any lies? Does it affect anyone else?"
"Yeah. In fact, it's working on someone right now." Miroku says. His violet eyes are wide with panic.
"Who?" A distraction! He needs a distraction! In a panic he reaches out his hand and grabs her ass. Far to quickly for Miroku to respond she smacks him hard across the face and scotches away from him to the other side of the fire.
"You pervert. Miroku, why the hell do you feel the need to grope women?" She scowls. He shrugs.
"It's a mix of things. I find myself mildly attracted to most women that I meet. Sometimes I'll hit on a bunch of girls that I don't really like all that much or in that way to hide the fact that I like another. And I just like the way that women feel." Sango still looks extremely grumpy.
"Well, it's stupid. What you do, I mean." Sango grumbles.
"What? How?" Miroku asks, vaguely surprised.
"What if the woman that you really like is repulsed by that? Or you try to cop a feel on her at the wrong moment? You've ruined a lot of moments that way!" She exclaims. He regards her with interest, one eyebrow raised at her choice of tense. "I mean, you could ruin a lot of moments." She corrects sloppily, blushing.
"Well, it happens. I take that chance though." He responds, noting with pleasure how cute she is when she blushes.
"So who are the girls that you grope just to cover yourself up?" Sango asks, staring into the fire.
"Well, Kagome is a good example of a girl that I don't feel that way about. She belongs to Inu-yasha, and that was pretty obvious since the beginning. Most of the village girls I hit on I'm not that interested in."
"What about me?" She blurts out, blushing.
"Well... if I told you I wasn't interested, I would be lying." He grins nervously.
She seems surprised by this. She closes her eyes, tries to control the swarm of butterflies that are attacking the sides of her stomach.
"Miroku, what do you really feel about me?" Miroku knows he has to answer. He couldn't lie, say that he wasn't interested in her as more than a friend. He couldn't even say that it was merely a physical attraction.
He would have to tell her...
"You're more than a friend to me, at least. You're a beautiful girl, and smart and strong, and..." He pauses, but realizes that he can't stop now. "I love you Sango." He says, after a few seconds of silence.
"Really? You mean it?" She asks, leaning in towards him.
"I have to." He says, sliding the sword out of its sheath and laying it in front of himself.
"Is that..." She starts, looking down at the sword. He nods. She picks up the sword carefully.
"Then I can tell you," she says, smiling. "That I love you truthfully." With this she throws the sword to the side and lunges towards him, kissing him hard on the lips. He is knocked backward by the impact. She pauses for air, smiling down at him.
"I suppose this would probably be a pretty good moment to ask." He starts, kissing her on the lips. "Would you bear my children?"
"Of course, you idiot." She answers, kissing him again.
The next day the sword had vanished as mysteriously as it had come. None of them were really concerned, however. They were all preoccupied with something much more important. Each other.
END!
AN: Hey, it's done! I was writing this and figured out that there wasn't really anything more that I could write about. I hope you liked this! Please review. Wow, I feel very very fluff sick right now. Haha. Sweet sweet fluff.