Chapter 3

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"SANGO!" The cry was heard throughout the forest echoing through the trees. Both Inu Yasha and Kagome glanced up from their solemn conversation. They looked in the direction of the camp, then at each other. Without having to speak they understood their next action, Kagome jumped on Inu Yasha's back and Inu Yasha took off in the direction of the campsite.

"Do you think something happened to her?"

Inu Yasha was silent not really having a constructive answer for that particular question. They arrived in no time both accessing the situation in seconds, and both trying hard, and failing to bite back their laughter. The scene played like this: There was Kirara, the most composed of the four, looking completely indifferent to the strange doings of her two legged companions.

There was Shippo trying desperately to look as though he knew what had transpired at the same time trying to figure out what had happened during his obvious inattention.

There was Sango looking serenely innocent of all misdeeds, sitting up in her makeshift floor bed. Her kimono slightly falling down one shoulder her head tilted inquisitively.

The most interesting of all, However, was Miroku. The harassed monk wore an expression of complete and utter shock, his eyes appeared to be on the brink of his skull ready to pop out at any sudden movement. His pose was entirely discomposed, he remained in his bent position a few feet from Sango's bedding. It looked as if he had gotten there by way of a mad dash on all fours, he just sat there staring at Sango as if she had lost her mind. The monk look like a cornered animal.

All four became aware of the duo arriving from the forest nearly at the same time. By this time they making so much noise laughing the whole forest knew of their presence. It was so funny they had to hold each other up, their own bodies unable to support the severe shaking caused by their amusement. Tears were streaming down their faces and they were shaking too badly to wipe them away.

Sango smiled obliviously, turning over and snuggling into the covers, there was no fun to be had for her tonight. Inu Yasha was off limits, Shippo was too young, and Miroku whom she really wanted, especially now that she had felt the muscles that rippled underneath his robe and his . . . size, was far too skittish. Oh well . . . Sango yawned.

She'd just have to wear him down.

Miroku, unmistakably humiliated and flustered stood up slowly, dusted off his is robe and walked over to Inu Yasha and Kagome. They both noticed that his walk was a little stiff. By the time he reached them Kagome was turning red and Inu Yasha was turning purple in an attempt to hold back their laughter in difference to their friend's feelings.

"There is . . . definitely . . . something wrong . . . with Sango." He said with as much dignity as he could salvage, which wasn't much. Both Inu Yasha's and Kagome's shades deepened tears leaking out along with a couple of snorts. Miroku began slowly walking away his head held high, before he disappeared the laughter erupted from his companions in waves, like water flowing from a broken dam.

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What was wrong with him, His dream had come true this evening and what had he done. He ran, he should have turned over and taken her, she had been more than willing. Hell she had practically raped him! So why was he here sitting by this lake instead of lying in the arms of the woman he had tried to seduce for nigh on a year now.

It was official, he was a baka.

'But she wasn't herself, she couldn't be herself Sango would never have done what she had done tonight.'

'But why does that matter? Why do I care?'

From the moment he had seen his father being sucked into the black hole in his own hand he had vowed never to love anyone. At the same time he had vowed that he would make sure Naraku died, if not by his hand then at the hand of the many sons he planned to sire on this earth. Even one son would do, just so long as he left the legacy of Naraku's death to someone. And to be honest he liked women, so this particular solution fit him best.

His plan had worked, he hadn't gotten close to anyone until he had joined this group. Inu Yasha and Shippo had become like his brothers, he cared for them, Kagome (after he had stopped groping her) had become like a sister to him, Kirara a treasured pet. Sango . . . Sango was something different altogether. He had never lived with a woman he wanted long enough to have feelings for them. He could always beget a son from a woman he didn't care for without ever becoming emotionally involved. But could he do this with a woman he admired and liked. Sango bothered him, he should be running in the other direction every time she came within fifty feet of him, but he couldn't stop himself from trying to seduce her. He just wanted her too much.

As for the little groping of his member incident. He'd be more prepared the next time. He had never thought of being the gropee and not the groper, he kind of liked the idea. He like the half and half even better. Yes this wasn't a big problem, he had just been looking at it in the wrong the way. He should have been looking at it as the opportunity it was.

Miroku felt better having discovered and dealt with his problems. He could go back to camp and have a wonderful night sleep. In the morning he would enjoy the position of being chased. He would eventually allow himself to be caught, of course and soon, he'd waited long enough. Anticipation could heighten the pleasure. Miroku chuckled, this had been a fine night.

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Sango checked her reflection in the translucent river. She didn't like her hair tied up, it didn't serve her purposes. She took the tie out and shook her head letting her hair cascade down her back. she wished she had a pretty comb or something but she would have to make do with what she had. She sat naked, her legs tucked under her and the only two items of clothing that she owned spread out in front. It didn't matter how long she stared at them, their appearance didn't improve.

She picked up her exterminator out-fit she held it up tilting her head one way then another, looking at it critically. Well it clung to all the right places, her backside looked fabulous in it, she knew because one particular night a fresh talking drunken village man had told her so. But the out-fit could be some what intimidating, She put it back down and picked up the kimono she had worn most of yesterday and made a face at it, it was a working kimono and as far away from pretty or sexy as you could get. She needed some new clothes. She could bring the skirt of her kimono up and open the top a little, use the sash from her exterminator clothes to tie it closer to her waist and push up her breast. Nah! She would just wear her exterminator body suit and take away the padding and armor.

She slipped on the item and her soft boots. She tied the sash around her waist in a thick band to finish off the look. She turned and twisted trying to see herself from all angles.

"Sango?! Come on!" Sango laughed softly, Inu Yasha sounded impatient. She hurried and packed away all her things, there was nothing more she could do with her appearance anyway.

"Kagome why is it this bag seems to get heavier every time you go back to your time?" Shippo asked as he struggled to pull Kagome's bag over to her transportation contraption.

"Because someone eats too much." Kagome threw a playful glare in Inu Yasha's direction.

He pretended to ignore her, but Kagome could tell by the way his ears twitched forward that he enjoyed her playful mood.

"So what you're telling me is that Sango is under some type of spell?" Miroku walked over to join them.

"Yeah, and we have to find the snake youkai that did this to her. And when we find her try to reverse the spell or it could become permanent." Kagome answered.

"Is there a . . . big . . . hurry?" Miroku asked some what hesitantly.

Both Inu Yasha and Kagome turned to glare at him.

"No wait, hear me out. Sango is so much more carefree now. She hasn't worried about her brother and grieved for her father and fellow villagers since this happened."

"Sure you were thinking of Sango, whatsa matter you didn't get enough last night?"

"I was simply stating a fact, and last night I was just taken a little by surprise. I'm back to normal now."

"That's what we're afraid of monk." Inu Yasha sneered.

Kirara gave a welcoming growl as she trotted forward, they all turned to see Sango standing there. She made an impact on everyone, the all black out-fit was very provocative without the armor over it. It clung to all her curves and yet it was modest, not showing any skin. It was a hide and seek that tantalized the eyes.

"Yo Sango where is your armor?"

"I decided not to wear it today. Do you like the difference."

"It seems kinda pointless when you're fighting youkai."

"Shut up Inu Yasha." Miroku mumbled not taking his eyes away from Sango, who was now smiling at him.

She walked over to him Kirara in her arms.

Miroku remembered his tongue almost too late. "Sango you look beautiful today." He said with all his charm when she stopped in front of him.

"Thank you Miroku, but I was going for sexy." she brushed past him making sure to rubbed against him.

Miroku watched as she kept walking, liking the way her hips twitched and her hair brushed against her firm buttocks. That, was a woman!

Kagome smiled, this situation might actually be good for her two beloved friends. Still she would enjoy having the old Sango back.

"What're you smiling about?" Inu Yasha grumbled.

"Oh, nothing."

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Had the gas worked? The exterminator showed no signs of the spell. This was not good, that meant the girl had to be sprayed again. But first she had to make sure the girl really was immune to the spell, she would observe her some more.

She didn't understand it. The girl should be in heat or whatever it was the humans called it. Desire, that was it. The girl should be hot with desire by now.

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They'd been walking for hours before they came upon a village. Inu Yasha couldn't pick up the snake youkai's scent so they decided to ask some villagers if they had heard of or seen her.

"What village is this?" Kagome asked in awe, the village was better looking than any of it's kind in feudal Japan. Everything was pristine and beautiful, flowers were everywhere. Even the shelters looked more like houses than huts.

"Oh I've heard about this village." Shippo popped up eager to share his knowledge.

"Oh?" Kagome pressed.

"It's the biseinen village, Home of the best craftsmen and women. It's way ahead of it's time."

Miroku who had been lost in his thoughts, glanced up sharply.

"Uh Inu Yasha I think we would be better suited trying another village."

"Forget it monk, I'm not puttin it off, because of what you said earlier. I'm more interested in getting Sango back the way she was."

"biseinen, as in beautiful man. This village is known as the beautiful men village?" Kagome asked incredulously.

"Yes." Shippo answered a little unsure as to why Kagome chose to focus on that aspect of his information.

Sango had stopped staring at Miroku at Kagome's question. 'Did she say, beautiful men?'

"Uh Inu Yasha, I think we should listen to Miroku this time."

Inu Yasha turned to Kagome. "No way, look we're already here."

Sango looked around and sucked in her breath, the men here were gorgeous. There was not an ugly one among them, and . . . and some of them were looking this way!

'Oh Joy!!'

Sorry this one is shorter than the others, but tell me what you think.

Oh by the way I found two amazing Miroku and Sango fanart pictures, you must check them out you won't be disappointed! Here's the address:

http://nexus.colum.edu/user/nierodzik/html/fanart.htm

The art is toward the bottom, the artist name is Mikaila k. Click on both Rolling Stone and Kama Sutra.