One fine morning, the first day of summer, Miroku awoke early, planning
to grope Sango for the first of the season, he rubbed his hands together, grinning his
monkish grin. He bustled over to peak at Sango, because he loved to see Sango's
peaceful face, but he hated to see the poor girl's nightmare expression. He never
wanted to see Sango in pain as her nightmare played across her memory, haunting her
forever. Could he make Sango forget that dream? Or at least not see it so often? The
question puzzled his brain, as he clutched to a tree, peaking around the trunk, and
stared at Sango's peaceful face. He had to fight the urge of with most of his heart not
to go over, and attempt to kiss her, which was extremely hard for him, since he could
barely control his actions and his own two hands. But he would try to kiss Sango
tonight, trying not to get slapped, like he has been over hundreds of times. He sighed
deeply, and bustled off, going to make food, but Kagome was already in the clearing,
tending a fire with InuYasha-- the hanyou at her side. InuYasha was partically in a bad
mood today since he had been awaken by a couple of rounds from Kagome, who said
the unthinkable, 'sit'. He gave Miroku a morning scowl, and a 'hmph'. Miroku simply
grinning, "Good morning to you too, InuYasha," he said politely, bowing a bit to
Kagome, "Good morning also to you, Kagome," he added, before settling himself down
next to Kagome. Just as he sat down, Sango walked through the trees, her hair
brushed and she was ready for the day, "Good morning to you all," she said, and
Kagome budged over InuYasha to make room for Sango, saying happily, "Good
morning, Sango!" Sango nodded sitting between InuYasha and Kagome, "Bad mood
today, eh, InuYasha?" she asked at his expression. InuYasha nodded curtly, giving her
a daily 'hmph'. Miroku smiled, "Glad to see you awake, Sango m'dear." Sango had
ignored this comment, and looked around, "Where's the little kitsune?" she asked.
to grope Sango for the first of the season, he rubbed his hands together, grinning his
monkish grin. He bustled over to peak at Sango, because he loved to see Sango's
peaceful face, but he hated to see the poor girl's nightmare expression. He never
wanted to see Sango in pain as her nightmare played across her memory, haunting her
forever. Could he make Sango forget that dream? Or at least not see it so often? The
question puzzled his brain, as he clutched to a tree, peaking around the trunk, and
stared at Sango's peaceful face. He had to fight the urge of with most of his heart not
to go over, and attempt to kiss her, which was extremely hard for him, since he could
barely control his actions and his own two hands. But he would try to kiss Sango
tonight, trying not to get slapped, like he has been over hundreds of times. He sighed
deeply, and bustled off, going to make food, but Kagome was already in the clearing,
tending a fire with InuYasha-- the hanyou at her side. InuYasha was partically in a bad
mood today since he had been awaken by a couple of rounds from Kagome, who said
the unthinkable, 'sit'. He gave Miroku a morning scowl, and a 'hmph'. Miroku simply
grinning, "Good morning to you too, InuYasha," he said politely, bowing a bit to
Kagome, "Good morning also to you, Kagome," he added, before settling himself down
next to Kagome. Just as he sat down, Sango walked through the trees, her hair
brushed and she was ready for the day, "Good morning to you all," she said, and
Kagome budged over InuYasha to make room for Sango, saying happily, "Good
morning, Sango!" Sango nodded sitting between InuYasha and Kagome, "Bad mood
today, eh, InuYasha?" she asked at his expression. InuYasha nodded curtly, giving her
a daily 'hmph'. Miroku smiled, "Glad to see you awake, Sango m'dear." Sango had
ignored this comment, and looked around, "Where's the little kitsune?" she asked.