"I am never going to a kiddie convention again..."
"I thought it was fun!"
"Yeah you would." Koga grumbled, shaking off his coat. The convention was cut short (thank god) because of the rain, so Koga and Shippo caught a cab home. That didn't keep them from getting soaked on the short walk to the building though. It would suck to be walking around in that... Someone could get sick! (A/N: *cough*...what? Stop looking at me like that... .)
"Hey, where is everyone?" Shippo asked, noticing how empty the place was.
"I dunno, probably went home early 'cause of the storm. Damn, it's really dark."
"And quiet."
"Kinda ghostly, huh?" Koga prodded, not failing to notice how rigid Shippo got. He was terrified of ghosts, vampires, and the like. This is too easy...
"Shippo... What was that?"
"What was what!?" He asked frightfully, looking around him.
"That glowing light... Yonder!" Koga exaggerated, pointing a finger toward nothingness.
"Oh my god, I don't know, I..." Shippo stopped, obviously hearing something.
"What?" Koga asked, watching Shippo walk away. "Hey! Where ya goin'?"
"Shh." Shippo hissed. He motioned for Koga to follow (which he did) and they walked to the only door with sound coming from it. "What is that? He asked, pressing an ear against it.
Koga shrugged, "Woah, what are you doing?"
"It's Rin and Sesshomaru."
"Which is all the more reason not to open it." Koga warned, warily watching Shippo's hand on the door.
"Awh, they're probably just playing Tekken or something." He decided, pushing open the door.
"Oh my god!" He gasped, covering his mouth with his hands.
"What? What is it?" Koga asked, curiosity winning over wisdom. He too peaked his head in the door. "Shit!" He gasped, covering Shippo' eyes and leading him out. This is why we always knock kids.
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"Sango..."
"I'm trying! Shit." Sango cursed, slipping with the keys again. She and Miroku had made it to her apartment fine. Now the hard part. Getting the right key.
"What in the seven hells are all these keys for anyway?" Miroku asked, leaning against the wall. Despite how cold the rain was, Miroku felt overheated. Dizzy too...
"Well, this one is for the office, this for Kag's car, this for my parents house..."
"Sango..." Miroku slurred, feeling the world tilt around him.
"...this one for my car. So that's where the spare went... This... Ah ha! For home!" She triumphantly held up the apartment key.... Just in time for Miroku to slide to the floor.
"Miroku?" Sango asked, kneeling beside him. "Oh my goddess, you're burning up." She gasped, feeling his forehead. "See... it's a good thing I hadn't let you walk home..." She said, turning the key in the lock.
'Now... How to get him inside...' Sango pondered, leaning in the doorway. 'He's too heavy to pick up, he'll get cut if I drag him...'
Miroku just looked up at Sango in disbelief through his half-lidded eyes. Here he was, dying for all they knew, and she was just standing there, contemplating the phantoms of the universe?! Groggily, Miroku dragged himself through the doorway and past an oblivious Sango's feet. In fact, he dragged himself all the way to the carpet in front of the fireplace, where he promptly fell into a fitful 'sleep'. (in other words, the man just passed out.)
"Miroku, do you think you could... Miroku?" Sango called, turning in a circle to look around. She winced when she saw his form collapsed on the floor.
'Idiot, idiot, idiot.' She scolded herself, closing the door behind her. Carefully walking over to Miroku, she put a hand on his forehead. 'He's burning up, he's burning up' She chanted, pacing around the room. She never had to take care of anyone that was sick before. Well... That's a lie. She'd done it plenty of times for Kohaku after their mother died. But that was different. He was family, and someone she knew. This was an unhealthily handsome, perverted rock star curled up in her apartment. How the hell had she gotten in this position in the first place.
'Note to self: Kill Sesshomaru when the chance arises'
Figuring that it was the only thing she could do, Sango carefully lifted Miroku's head and slid a pillow underneath. She then tenderly covered him with a blanket.
"Goodnight Miroku." She whispered, wiping a piece of hair from his eyes before walking off. She missed the blush that fell across his cheeks.
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Sango woke up to a sound coming from the kitchen.
"What in all the hells?" She muttered, tumbling out of bed. She pulled on a pair of sweat pants over her Cookie Monster underwear, but didn't even bother to cover up the tank top she slept in. She flipped on the light switch in the kitchen and a guilty Miroku spun around. He looked like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. (A/N:... That really didn't sound right considering Sango's undies..) His gaze flicked down to the low cut top and Sango crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously.
'Note to self: buy new pajama's'
"What are you doing to my kitchen?" She asked. Miroku gave her an almost boyish grin and held up the whipped-cream can he had found.
"I wanted some hot chocolate. I couldn't find it though."
Sango thought he would stop there, but to her horror, he continued.
"I was going to ask you where it was, but you looked so cute sleeping like that with your bear. Nice underwear by the way. I love Seseme Street. The Grouch is better though."
Blushing and angry, Sango spat out, "If you like Oscar so much, I'll just go change into that pair."
"Really?" Miroku eyes lit up as if he just won the lottery.
"No."
He now looked as if he'd lost it all gambling in LA. Disheartened, he turned and continued his search through the cabinets. Sango rolled her eyes and reached up, grabbing the Hot Chocolate box from atop the refrigerator. She 'eep'ed when Miroku poked her exposed stomach.
"What? Are you ticklish?"
"No," Sango denied, pouring the mix into two cups. "You seem like your feeling better." She commented, trying to change the subject. It worked, and Miroku nodded, pouring the bubbling water into the waiting mugs.
"Thanks to your excellent care."
Sango smiled and stirred the drinks.
"Thank you." Miroku said suddenly, causing Sango to look up.
"It's no problem. But truthfully, I did it more for myself."
"What?"
"I don't really feel like dying by the hands of some rabid fan girls. I saw how they were all over you at that dinner..."
Miroku laughed and Sango shook her head, about to take a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Wait!"
Sango watched on, fascinated, as Miroku vigorously shook the whipped-cream can. He smiled widely and turned it over to spray it onto the waiting drinks.
And the drinks continued to wait. All Miroku got out of that thing was air. Sango couldn't help but laugh at the helpless look on his face and slid her hand to take the can from him. An electric feeling ran up her arm when she touched him, but she chose to just ignore it. (A/N: *collected "awwww")
"Let me show you how a pro does it." She smirked, shaking the can. Miroku looked on and Sango's finger slipped, sending a spray of cream up Up UP into the air...
....
....
And right onto Miroku's head.
Sango's mouth dropped open and she uttered an 'oops' before cracking up laughing.
"You did that on purpose." Miroku accused and Sango shook her head, trying to catch her breath.
"No... No I didn't." She managed to get out between laughs. Eventually, she doubled over, holding her stomach and abandoned the can on the counter. Her laughs were cut short though, when an unfamiliar substance ran down her face.
"You.... You...."
Miroku waved the can in front of Sango's face and wiped a piece off with his fingers.
"Creamy." He smirked, licking it off.
The two just stared at each other before Sango lunged at him. Miroku was taller then her though and stood on his toes, hand in the air, holding the 'weapon' out of Sango's reach.
"Miroku give it - oh!" Sango fell back, wiping her face where Miroku had just sprayed her. He started laughed but stopped when Sango marched to the fridge.
"Sango? What are you doing?"
"Ah ha!" He heard her exclaim before reappearing. In her hand she triumphantly held...
Another can of whipped-cream.
"Shit." Was all the man got out before he was assaulted by the offensive cream. Nothing in the kitchen was safe as the two ran around the small area, spraying each other and anything around them. Eventually, Miroku got a hold of the girl around the waist, spraying her mercilessly in the hair and neck with whipped-cream. Sango had long since run out, not failing to get her own attacks in, seeing as Miroku was covered, head to toe, in white fluffiness. Finally, he too ran out of ammo and just stood there holding Sango, both of them too busy laughing to really notice the position they were in.
When they'd calmed down a bit, Sango shook her head and went to take a step forward, only to find that she couldn't. Looking for the search, she spotted Miroku's arms firmly around her waist. Let me tell you now that her blush was enough to light the rest of the apartment. Miroku, once again, looked as if he'd just won the lottery. Sango turned around to glare at him but the look on Miroku's face made her halt. Why did he look so happy?
Against her will, Sango took a step forward when Miroku put a small pressure on her back. He licked his lips and bent down and Sango, to her horror, found herself rushing to meet him.
"Sango, I'm...oh."
Sango and Miroku whipped apart as fast as lightning, blushing madly when Kagome appeared in the door way. She laughed nervously, closing her umbrella.
"Do you want me to come back later?"
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Extra long chapter and fluff as an apology for my lack of updates .o please don't kill me. V.v; I've already gotten enough threats from a certain kitsune -.-
Shippo: o.o what did I do?!
Not you Shippo-chan, Kelli *sigh* I get it off-line as much as online x.x I'll never get any sleep. So this one's for you Kelli! -.-; as if you deserve it... JK! ^_^ Luffle you! Sorry if there are any mistakes, I had to log off quick.
I really must say thanks to Lynne Ewing. Her books were probably the only reason I got any update up at all v.v major inspiration there.... BTW... I really do have Cookie Monster and Oscar the Grouch underwear e.e And to match my cookie monster one, I've got a cookie monster shirt which matches my cookie monster shoe laces XD Hot Topic Rocks...