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A/N: I have some time while my brother is at Tae Kwon Do to write this chapter. I just recently changed my pen name. Um, I am about to keel over. My arthritis is really bad right now, and I keep banging up my body in P.E. So, just read the chapter.
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 11-Sango's Problem
Sango paced fitfully in front of her home, her hands on her hips. She was worried. InuYasha and Kagome had promised to come and visit them yesterday, and they still hadn't shown up. Nothing could have happened here considering that the demon exterminator and her husband had taken up residence in Kaede's village, and the well was merely half a mile away from their house.
As she began to wear a furrow in the earth, she heard a small sound behind her and a very familiar hand on her. . . bottom. With the ease that came from practice, Sango pivoted and slapped the man hard, looking down at him. Miroku was sprawled on the ground behind her, a furious red hand print across his cheek and his offended hand twitching sporadically. Sango waited for him to recover like he always did.
Miroku cleared his throat a bit as he stood up and dusted off his purple and black robes. Then he gave her the look. It was such a look that made her bottom lip tremble. In fact, it made her husband look like a pitiful puppy. With a resigned sigh, the woman stepped forward and put her hands around him in an embrace, but she effectively pinned his roaming hands to his side at the same time.
"Sango, you really do need to stop worrying." Miroku said knowingly as his hands fought to reach her. Sango pulled away, smacking his hand lightly. She frowned though, and crossed her hands over her chest, brow furrowed.
"What do I need to stop worrying about; InuYasha and Kagome, or your Lechery?" She said, glaring daggers. Miroku stepped back a little, holding his hands out to show that he held no weapons.
"Now Sango. . . why do you say that? I haven't touched another woman in two weeks!" He asked, trying to smooth things over. His wife arched one of her slim black eyebrows.
"But you Thought it." Sango immediately accused. Miroku put on an angelic face of innocence and one that was endearing hardships for her sake.
"Sango, it's such a bad habit to break, asking women to bear my children-" At that moment, Miroku knew he had gone too far. Sango was. . . sensitive on that subject. She had been so happy when they married after Naraku was destroyed. She'd been looking forward to having a family again. Kohaku had died when the Shikon no Tama was reassembled, since Naraku's corrupted shard was no longer keeping him alive. She had been so happy. . .
"Sango. . ." Miroku said helplessly. He cursed himself mentally. Why did he have to go and mention children. He could see Sango's lip shaking. She was so strong, a great demon exterminator, a good woman, but that subject hurt her so much. She stepped forward and buried her face against Miroku's chest, enfolded by arms that knew the gravity of the situation and did not wander.
"Does it bother you that much? That I. . . haven't. . . can't. . . give you children, Miroku?" Sango said softly, her voice barely audible as it was muffled by his robes. Miroku didn't say anything at first, but placed a hand, devoid of his Kazaana, on the back of her head, rocking her gently and trying to soothe his wife of five years. The combined stress of worrying and the sensitive subject had been a little too much for her.
"MIROKU! SANGO!" A high-pitched voice rang out. Miroku turned a little, running his hand on Sango's back and murmuring that it didn't bother him at all. Shippo was running full pitch towards them, what looked like a leaf above his head. The little kitsune had grown as well, and looked more like a ten year old instead of a child of six.
Shippo stopped and cocked his head, a habit coined from InuYasha. He finally realized that he had intruded on a personal scene, but he went full tilt anyway. He paused to get a breath, ignoring the subtle hand motions Miroku was making at him to go away.
"Guess what I can do now?" Shippo prattled, placing the leaf on the top of his bright red hair. He concentrated, totally ignoring the 'chop off your head' motion Miroku was making in front of his neck. With a small pop, he transformed into a bow, without the curly snail feature. Miroku was too busy sighing to notice.
"Won't Kagome be proud of me?!" Shippo said excitedly, almost jumping up and down in his haste to show Kagome his new trick. "Is she here yet?" Sango sniffed and looked up, trying to smile at the young kitsune.
"Why don't you go wait for her by the well Shippo?" She suggested, and the small youkai ran off promptly on his new mission. Miroku led Sango back into the house, making her sit down on a wooden bench, sitting down beside her. He patted her knee in a comforting manner.
"Sango, you know very well that I am very happy with you. It does not matter to me whether you give me children or not, as long as I have you." The monk concluded, drawing the demon exterminator close. Sango smiled lightly, stopping her husband's hands from advancing up her knee.
"Thanks Miroku. I feel better now. I've also made a decision." Miroku was confused when Sango got up and began gathering things from around the room and placing them in the backpack Kagome always kept here in the Sengoku Jidai. Much to his further confoundment, his wife disappeared into the bedroom for a small period of time.
When Sango came out, Miroku's jaw dropped a ways. The demon exterminator was wearing a long sleeved green shirt, with one of the things Kagome called 'jeans'. She smiled at his expression and tossed what looked to be men's clothes at him, ones from Kagome's world.
Without complaint, Miroku changed as well, looking down in wonder at the loose white shirt and jeans he was wearing, not to mention the shoes. Sango smiled and shouldered a bag containing her exterminator outfit with Kirara snuggled inside, with Hiraikotsu on her other shoulder.
"We're going to go to Kagome's time." Sango said. Miroku was about to reply when Shippo burst into the house, bouncing up and down.
"I heard you! I'm going too!" He said, positively ecstatic. Miroku and Sango exchanged knowing glances before shrugging their shoulders simultaneously. Within minutes they reached the well and stared in apprehensively. Shippo was still making muffled noises, only this time from the bag he now shared with Kirara.
Miroku and Sango looked at each other once again before swinging their legs over and entering the well.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Not long enough? Well, not to be rude, but take the complaint up with my arthritic fingers. _ I'm gonna go get some Bengay, come back for the next chapter.
A/N: I have some time while my brother is at Tae Kwon Do to write this chapter. I just recently changed my pen name. Um, I am about to keel over. My arthritis is really bad right now, and I keep banging up my body in P.E. So, just read the chapter.
A Blast from the Past
Chapter 11-Sango's Problem
Sango paced fitfully in front of her home, her hands on her hips. She was worried. InuYasha and Kagome had promised to come and visit them yesterday, and they still hadn't shown up. Nothing could have happened here considering that the demon exterminator and her husband had taken up residence in Kaede's village, and the well was merely half a mile away from their house.
As she began to wear a furrow in the earth, she heard a small sound behind her and a very familiar hand on her. . . bottom. With the ease that came from practice, Sango pivoted and slapped the man hard, looking down at him. Miroku was sprawled on the ground behind her, a furious red hand print across his cheek and his offended hand twitching sporadically. Sango waited for him to recover like he always did.
Miroku cleared his throat a bit as he stood up and dusted off his purple and black robes. Then he gave her the look. It was such a look that made her bottom lip tremble. In fact, it made her husband look like a pitiful puppy. With a resigned sigh, the woman stepped forward and put her hands around him in an embrace, but she effectively pinned his roaming hands to his side at the same time.
"Sango, you really do need to stop worrying." Miroku said knowingly as his hands fought to reach her. Sango pulled away, smacking his hand lightly. She frowned though, and crossed her hands over her chest, brow furrowed.
"What do I need to stop worrying about; InuYasha and Kagome, or your Lechery?" She said, glaring daggers. Miroku stepped back a little, holding his hands out to show that he held no weapons.
"Now Sango. . . why do you say that? I haven't touched another woman in two weeks!" He asked, trying to smooth things over. His wife arched one of her slim black eyebrows.
"But you Thought it." Sango immediately accused. Miroku put on an angelic face of innocence and one that was endearing hardships for her sake.
"Sango, it's such a bad habit to break, asking women to bear my children-" At that moment, Miroku knew he had gone too far. Sango was. . . sensitive on that subject. She had been so happy when they married after Naraku was destroyed. She'd been looking forward to having a family again. Kohaku had died when the Shikon no Tama was reassembled, since Naraku's corrupted shard was no longer keeping him alive. She had been so happy. . .
"Sango. . ." Miroku said helplessly. He cursed himself mentally. Why did he have to go and mention children. He could see Sango's lip shaking. She was so strong, a great demon exterminator, a good woman, but that subject hurt her so much. She stepped forward and buried her face against Miroku's chest, enfolded by arms that knew the gravity of the situation and did not wander.
"Does it bother you that much? That I. . . haven't. . . can't. . . give you children, Miroku?" Sango said softly, her voice barely audible as it was muffled by his robes. Miroku didn't say anything at first, but placed a hand, devoid of his Kazaana, on the back of her head, rocking her gently and trying to soothe his wife of five years. The combined stress of worrying and the sensitive subject had been a little too much for her.
"MIROKU! SANGO!" A high-pitched voice rang out. Miroku turned a little, running his hand on Sango's back and murmuring that it didn't bother him at all. Shippo was running full pitch towards them, what looked like a leaf above his head. The little kitsune had grown as well, and looked more like a ten year old instead of a child of six.
Shippo stopped and cocked his head, a habit coined from InuYasha. He finally realized that he had intruded on a personal scene, but he went full tilt anyway. He paused to get a breath, ignoring the subtle hand motions Miroku was making at him to go away.
"Guess what I can do now?" Shippo prattled, placing the leaf on the top of his bright red hair. He concentrated, totally ignoring the 'chop off your head' motion Miroku was making in front of his neck. With a small pop, he transformed into a bow, without the curly snail feature. Miroku was too busy sighing to notice.
"Won't Kagome be proud of me?!" Shippo said excitedly, almost jumping up and down in his haste to show Kagome his new trick. "Is she here yet?" Sango sniffed and looked up, trying to smile at the young kitsune.
"Why don't you go wait for her by the well Shippo?" She suggested, and the small youkai ran off promptly on his new mission. Miroku led Sango back into the house, making her sit down on a wooden bench, sitting down beside her. He patted her knee in a comforting manner.
"Sango, you know very well that I am very happy with you. It does not matter to me whether you give me children or not, as long as I have you." The monk concluded, drawing the demon exterminator close. Sango smiled lightly, stopping her husband's hands from advancing up her knee.
"Thanks Miroku. I feel better now. I've also made a decision." Miroku was confused when Sango got up and began gathering things from around the room and placing them in the backpack Kagome always kept here in the Sengoku Jidai. Much to his further confoundment, his wife disappeared into the bedroom for a small period of time.
When Sango came out, Miroku's jaw dropped a ways. The demon exterminator was wearing a long sleeved green shirt, with one of the things Kagome called 'jeans'. She smiled at his expression and tossed what looked to be men's clothes at him, ones from Kagome's world.
Without complaint, Miroku changed as well, looking down in wonder at the loose white shirt and jeans he was wearing, not to mention the shoes. Sango smiled and shouldered a bag containing her exterminator outfit with Kirara snuggled inside, with Hiraikotsu on her other shoulder.
"We're going to go to Kagome's time." Sango said. Miroku was about to reply when Shippo burst into the house, bouncing up and down.
"I heard you! I'm going too!" He said, positively ecstatic. Miroku and Sango exchanged knowing glances before shrugging their shoulders simultaneously. Within minutes they reached the well and stared in apprehensively. Shippo was still making muffled noises, only this time from the bag he now shared with Kirara.
Miroku and Sango looked at each other once again before swinging their legs over and entering the well.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Not long enough? Well, not to be rude, but take the complaint up with my arthritic fingers. _ I'm gonna go get some Bengay, come back for the next chapter.