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Chapter 3: Red Eyes

Miroku groaned as shapes and colour began to form before his eyes. Then Hazy swirls, before slowly coming together to make a picture. Miroku sat up groggily, rubbing at his head. He looked to see that he was back within his room, what happened once he blacked out?

Miroku turned to see Sango sitting in a far corner, a murderous expression upon her face. He gulped and began to sweat. 'Oh man, what did I do this time? I don't even remember!'

"I see you have awaken young monk. I apologize, my granddaughter had mistaken you for 'Temptation' when she saw you in clear view of her bathing." Miroku turned to the old man, and saw a young maiden sitting beside him. She had long ebony hair, flowing down and catching the floor in her kneeling position. Her eyes were a smooth chocolaty brown that could easily melt you. She wore a simple blue kimono with a pale blue outlining and obi.

"I apologize for my outburst dear monk; though I was quite startled by your sudden appearance to my bathing." Miroku took no haste to scooting over to her side. He bowed down, placing forehead against the floor. "No, It is I who should be apologizing. My behaviour was wrong, whether or not I was looking out for the demon." He looked up to the princess, playing on a charming face. "I hope you have the heart to forgive me." He took her hand and laid a delicate kiss, causing her to blush.

"May I ask the name of my fair maiden?"

"E-e-Emi," she stammered, her face turning red as a tomato.

Sango angrily watched as Miroku scooted over to Emi's side and placed one arm around her waist, and another to hold her cheek. 'WHAT DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING??' She flared up instantly, fire burning in her eyes. Sensing her mistresses' anger, which was GREAT Kirara slowly made her way away from fear.

"I promise you, that as long as I am here, I will not allow that demon near you. I shall protect your virginity."

"Hontou?" asked Emi while clapping her hands together.

"Oh! Domo arigatou gozaimasu houshi-sama!" She moved from Miroku's grasp and bowed deeply coming up with tears in her eyes. "Thankyou so much," she whispered as she rose from her spot.

"Come now! I must make sure you are familiarized with this inn, so it will be easier for navigation if we were ever to come under an attack" She pulled Miroku up by the hadn, and he happily compiled. Together they walked out of the room, hand in hand. Akira was chuckling behind them, and Kirara had ran out with them for the intense fear of her mistress who looked as if she were prepared to mass murder everybody in the building.

'Why that... Always womanizing! He calls himself a monk? I should really.... Always thinking of other woman! And what about me? You fair companion? Does battle dull my femininity? It certinately does not!' Sango sighed, casting her look down to the rice mat walls. 'Why do I even bother? It's not like I love him...Or that he really loves me or anything...' She found a hot tear trickle down her cheek, and Sango hastily wiped it away, scolding herself for thinking nonsense. 'For the both of us to have feelings for each other... How absurd!'

'SANGO!'

Sango perked up at the sound of her name being called. She could easily sense a large demonic energy coming from outside. She got up, grabbing her Hiraikostu, and made her way outside of the inn, where she saw Miroku standing before Emi was a figure in a black cloak, with glowing red eyes...

Translations:

Hontou?: Really?

Houshi-sama: Monk

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