Pure Breed: Chapter 4
Night had come upon the group as they all sat around the campfire Miroku had made.
"The shikon aura is coming from the east, which is the direction of Koga's den, I think." Kagome commented. "I just hope he stays there until the time we get there tomorrow"
"Feh. I don't! The longer it takes to find that walking flea condo the better!"
"I'm afraid I have to agree with Inuyasha on this one." Miroku plainly stated his opinion.
"Why?" Kagome asked.
"Because you can control Inuyasha with 'sit', but if anyone will need to be restrained when we meet up tomorrow, it'll be Koga. I have no doubt Koga wouldn't pass up the chance to slay Inuyasha now he's as weak as any other mortal." Sango explained logically. "Am I right?"
"I couldn't have said it better myself, my love." Miroku said with a grin. He scooted closer to Sango and pulled her in a close hug. Kagome, Inuyasha and Shippo all rolled their eyes, expecting the warranted slap to come any second. They still had no knowledge of Miroku and Sango's relationship, and the monk's lecherous nature had taught them all Sango could always expect a grope from Miroku, even if he was on his deathbed. Sango leaned into Miroku's chest and closed her eyes.
"We ought to get as much sleep as we can," the huntress advised. "We still have several mile's to travel until we reach Koga's den." Shippo, Kagome and Inuyasha stared blankly at Sango and Miroku, most perplexed that Sango hadn't moved more than an arms length away from Miroku, as she usually did when he made it clear a grope was coming, which was pretty much every time he made an attempt.
"What about when I get tired?" Miroku complained. "How am I supposed to move without waking you?"
"That's the point, monk. You aren't supposed to move." This response clearly stunned the three who were oblivious to the implications Miroku and Sango had been intentionally sending them ever since they confessed that they loved each other.
"Are you feeling okay Sango?" Shippo asked attentively. "You know how he is."
"Oh I don't think anyone will be having problems with his 'haunted' hand anytime in the near future." Sango smiled at Shippo. "Isn't that right Miroku?"
"Feh! That'll be the day!" Inuyasha cut in.
"Inuyasha, that cuts real deep." Miroku said sarcastically. "Besides, you never know when I might surprise you" he finished, putting emphasis on the last two words. Kagome noticed the change in his tone of voice, and was finally beginning to catch on.
"Ahhh, I think I see what's going on." Kagome said, a suggestive innuendo in her voice.
"I'll say, inappropriate advances, on the perv, one slap penalty and loss of respect." Inuaysha added, proving more than ever he was as thick as two short planks. And that he knew American football way too well for a Japanese person in the fuedal era.
"Uh…that's not really what I was thinking."
"What else would you be talking about Kagome? It's not like they're together or anything."
"Oh, I beg to differ." Kagome challenged. "Why don't you set him straight you two?" But Kagome's words fell on deaf ears. The two had both fallen asleep.
"You oughta follow their example." Inuyasha suggested to Kagome. "We'll need your senses sharp tomorrow." That blew Kagome's fuse. Couldn't he ever think of her as anything more than a shard detector?
"SIT BOY …and goodnight." she finished. Inuyasha muttered a string of curses under his breath as he struggled to peel his face off the ground. A grin spread across Shippo's face as he feigned sleep.
"What a fool," the kit thought. "Why can't he just tell her?"
