YKG: Welcome to chapter two. This is such a fun fic. For those who haven't
seen the episode this fic refers to, it's good. AT one point, Sango and
Miroku are sitting together under the stars on a hill. And Kagome remarks,
'It's all about the mood.' And it's going so well, and Miroku says
something to make Sango blush. Of course, she turns away and he gropes her
effectively ruining the mood.
RKG: So, there's a little background. And I'm a Shippo fan and he always seems to be the one to interrupt the pair. Well, he's second to a certain wandering hand.
Disclaimer—What genius reader out there thinks I own the anime? Now, if I owned it, wouldn't the following be worked into the plot of the anime? Yes.
Chapter Two Flowers
Sango woke up to the smell of fish cooking and . . . tulips? She opened her eyes to see a beautiful bouquet of lilacs and tulips.
"My favorites," she murmured, still sleepy.
"I hope so," Miroku said, stirring the fire. "I got up before dawn to hunt them down."
"That's so sweet." Sango whispered, getting up and replacing the robe around her body.
"I try. Fish?" Miroku offered, handing her a stick with a roasted fish on it.
"Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Sango asked.
"It could've been better," he winked at her.
"Work some of your priestly exorcism and we could be in soft beds."
"Great sense of humor."
"I try. So what are we going to do today?"
"We could pick some more flowers." Miroku suggested. "Seeing as you like them so."
"That would be fun." Sango agreed.
Miroku smiled. Sango blushed.
"As long as I'm with you." Miroku said.
"YUMMY!" Shippo cried, waking up. "FISH!"
Miroku groaned. The mood had once again been shot.
Shippo gnawed at one of the bigger fish.
"So, guys, what are we up to today? I'm bored of sitting around. That's all I could do back at the Burrow. Is this bass? I'd like to climb some trees and test out my new claws and body. Did you cook this Sango? When are Inu- Yasha and Kagome coming back?" Shippo rushed.
"Well, Sango and I are going to pick flowers." Miroku said, emphasis on 'Sango and I.'
"I'm pretty sure it's bass; however, Miroku cooked it." Sango said.
"And who knows when Inu-Yasha and Kagome are coming back. With the way they fight it oculd be a week, I suppose," Shippo answered his own question. "Can I hang out with you guys? I missed you guys so much. Kitsune are only fun when you know them."
"Sure, Shippo. We'll pick flowers together." Sango said.
Miroku groaned. At this rate, he'd never get alone time with Sango.
So, after breakfast, they headed through the forest until they came into a meadow. Flowers and waist-high grass as far as the eye could see.
"Before we get too busy with flower-picking, do you want to race, Miroku? I really haven't tested out my speed yet." Shippo said.
"Fine. The loser has to make dinner for a week." Miroku bet.
"You better lose 'cause I stink at cooking." Shippo said.
"All right. Stand right there. When I put my arms down, go." Sango said. She began walking backwards as straight as possible until she was on the other side of the meadow.
Sango stood with her arms above her head, and then she snapped her arms to her side. Shippo began with an easy loping pace; Miroku preferred to try for a head start. Shippo saw this and sped up a bit catching up with Miroku. Miroku ran a little faster. Shippo caught up with him.
They were halfway across the meadow. Miroku pulled ahead. Then, Shippo broke into his fastest pace yet and sped away. Miroku tried to keep up. With another quarter to run, Miroku lost as Shippo ran past Sango and accidentally hit a tree.
"Ow," he wheezed. "I have to remember to stop."
"Good idea," chuckled Sango. "So, I have to make dinner?" Miroku said.
"For a week." Shippo added.
And the rest of the day was spent picking flowers. And every time Shippo wandered a little too far, Miroku began charming Sango. But Shippo would come back. An example is in order.
"Sango-chan, I have found this beautiful flower. But your beauty it does not match." Miroku said.
"Oh, but it's very beautiful," Sango replied, coming closer to Miroku to smell the flower.
When she looked up, she came face to face with Miroku. Their heads seemed to gravitate towards each other. Then. . .
"Hey, guys! Look I made a wreath! Of lilacs!" Shippo announced.
"Wow, they're nice." Sango said.
"Wonderful," Miroku remarked with a sigh.
"They're for you, Sango." Shippo placed the wreath about her neck.
"Thank you, Shippo."
Miroku heaved another sigh, and the poor monk trudged away from the ruined mood.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
YKG: This one's shorter, but we like it.
RKG: Shippo's funny.
YKG: And we'll explain why Shippo's grown up in the next chapter 'Dinner.'
RKG: Five reviews to continue!
RKG: So, there's a little background. And I'm a Shippo fan and he always seems to be the one to interrupt the pair. Well, he's second to a certain wandering hand.
Disclaimer—What genius reader out there thinks I own the anime? Now, if I owned it, wouldn't the following be worked into the plot of the anime? Yes.
Chapter Two Flowers
Sango woke up to the smell of fish cooking and . . . tulips? She opened her eyes to see a beautiful bouquet of lilacs and tulips.
"My favorites," she murmured, still sleepy.
"I hope so," Miroku said, stirring the fire. "I got up before dawn to hunt them down."
"That's so sweet." Sango whispered, getting up and replacing the robe around her body.
"I try. Fish?" Miroku offered, handing her a stick with a roasted fish on it.
"Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Sango asked.
"It could've been better," he winked at her.
"Work some of your priestly exorcism and we could be in soft beds."
"Great sense of humor."
"I try. So what are we going to do today?"
"We could pick some more flowers." Miroku suggested. "Seeing as you like them so."
"That would be fun." Sango agreed.
Miroku smiled. Sango blushed.
"As long as I'm with you." Miroku said.
"YUMMY!" Shippo cried, waking up. "FISH!"
Miroku groaned. The mood had once again been shot.
Shippo gnawed at one of the bigger fish.
"So, guys, what are we up to today? I'm bored of sitting around. That's all I could do back at the Burrow. Is this bass? I'd like to climb some trees and test out my new claws and body. Did you cook this Sango? When are Inu- Yasha and Kagome coming back?" Shippo rushed.
"Well, Sango and I are going to pick flowers." Miroku said, emphasis on 'Sango and I.'
"I'm pretty sure it's bass; however, Miroku cooked it." Sango said.
"And who knows when Inu-Yasha and Kagome are coming back. With the way they fight it oculd be a week, I suppose," Shippo answered his own question. "Can I hang out with you guys? I missed you guys so much. Kitsune are only fun when you know them."
"Sure, Shippo. We'll pick flowers together." Sango said.
Miroku groaned. At this rate, he'd never get alone time with Sango.
So, after breakfast, they headed through the forest until they came into a meadow. Flowers and waist-high grass as far as the eye could see.
"Before we get too busy with flower-picking, do you want to race, Miroku? I really haven't tested out my speed yet." Shippo said.
"Fine. The loser has to make dinner for a week." Miroku bet.
"You better lose 'cause I stink at cooking." Shippo said.
"All right. Stand right there. When I put my arms down, go." Sango said. She began walking backwards as straight as possible until she was on the other side of the meadow.
Sango stood with her arms above her head, and then she snapped her arms to her side. Shippo began with an easy loping pace; Miroku preferred to try for a head start. Shippo saw this and sped up a bit catching up with Miroku. Miroku ran a little faster. Shippo caught up with him.
They were halfway across the meadow. Miroku pulled ahead. Then, Shippo broke into his fastest pace yet and sped away. Miroku tried to keep up. With another quarter to run, Miroku lost as Shippo ran past Sango and accidentally hit a tree.
"Ow," he wheezed. "I have to remember to stop."
"Good idea," chuckled Sango. "So, I have to make dinner?" Miroku said.
"For a week." Shippo added.
And the rest of the day was spent picking flowers. And every time Shippo wandered a little too far, Miroku began charming Sango. But Shippo would come back. An example is in order.
"Sango-chan, I have found this beautiful flower. But your beauty it does not match." Miroku said.
"Oh, but it's very beautiful," Sango replied, coming closer to Miroku to smell the flower.
When she looked up, she came face to face with Miroku. Their heads seemed to gravitate towards each other. Then. . .
"Hey, guys! Look I made a wreath! Of lilacs!" Shippo announced.
"Wow, they're nice." Sango said.
"Wonderful," Miroku remarked with a sigh.
"They're for you, Sango." Shippo placed the wreath about her neck.
"Thank you, Shippo."
Miroku heaved another sigh, and the poor monk trudged away from the ruined mood.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
YKG: This one's shorter, but we like it.
RKG: Shippo's funny.
YKG: And we'll explain why Shippo's grown up in the next chapter 'Dinner.'
RKG: Five reviews to continue!