A laugh. "Sango, would you mind helping me out?"
I flushed lightly as I stared at the sprawled Miroku, who gave me a grin through his water soaked hair. Shaking my head to hide my blush, I gave the monk a forced frown. "Houshi-sama, what am I going to do with you?" I held out my hand. He grasped it.
And grinned evilly.
Suddenly, I screamed and found myself in water. Turning to glare at him, I froze when I saw him smiling at me softly.
He laughed. "Sango, what am I going to do with you?"
Some how, I never grow tired of his laugh.