Pure Breed: Chapter 17
Koharu had a look of concerned worry on her face. Sango had told her the story of how Miroku had gotten into his current state. "So I suppose you want to go see Lord Miroku now?" Sango asked.
"Yes, but I'm afraid you have the wrong idea. Lord Miroku was out reading palms earlier, that's how I happened to come across him and well…I sort of came onto him." Koharu said with a blush. "But when he came to see me again later, we didn't well…you know. He came to tell me that he couldn't be with me, because he was deeply in love with someone else." Koharu poked Sango on her forehead. "You." The young girl finished.
"Y-you're sure he was talking about me?" Sango stuttered.
"Yeah." Koharu sighed; obviously a bit disappointed Sango was going to drag the topic on further. "Don't know who else he could've been talking about. Besides, you said you're name was Sango, right? That's what he called her."
"Oh god." was all Sango could muster in response. Koharu stood up.
"'Oh god' is right. Let's go. I think you owe him one hell of an apology." Koharu said in a grave tone.
"Right. Let's go." Sango agreed as they both left Koharu's hut.
When they reached Sango and Miroku's hut, Miroku was playing a game of cards with Shippo and Kagome. Kaede had administered a healing spell to speed his recovery, though he was still a ways from being totally recovered. "Uh, Miroku?" Sango asked cautiously. Miroku didn't respond. As far as he knew, Sango still wanted nothing to do with him. Sango walked closer and rapped her fist on Miroku's head three times. "Hello? Anyone home up there?"
"I'm busy." Miroku asked, turning around toward Sango. "Can this wait?" Sango kneeled down so she was level with Miroku.
"No." she simply responded, then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Miroku was stunned. Was this really the same girl who had gotten him beaten to a bloody pulp not twenty-four hours ago?
"What was that for?" Miroku asked when Sango finally pulled away.
"To apologize. Koharu explained the whole situation to me. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Sango pleaded, downcast.
"Gee, I don't know. I might need a little more convincing." Miroku said with a sly grin. Sango laughed.
"Later, stud. Besides, Koharu is here to see you." Sango replied. Shippo hopped over onto Inuyasha's shoulder.
"Hey, Inuyasha. What's Miroku talking about, more convincing?" Shippo asked.
"I'll tell you when you're older." Inuyasha answered.
"That's what you always say! I wanna know now!" Shippo whined. Koharu ignored the complaints of the kit as she noticed Miroku's head wound, which had been unwrapped, revealing a scar.
"Are you alright Lord Miroku? That head wound doesn't look to good." Koharu asked, concerned.
"I've been better. Maybe you can kiss it later to make it feel all better." Miroku joked, his trademark lecher's grin plastered on his face. At this comment Sango balled her hand into a fist and got a vein in her forehead, which was noticed by all. "Lighten up Sango. I'm just joking."
"Now that we know the hard facts, have anything you want to say to Miroku, Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, implying an apology.
"No. What would I have to say?"
"I dunno. Maybe sit?" Kagome said, activating Inuyasha's collar.
"Fine, I'm sorry." Inuyasha said. "Damn wench." Inuyasha muttered under his breath after apologizing.
"It's okay. You're the type one would expect an over reaction from." Miroku said coolly.
"Over reaction? I didn't over-react. What would you have done if I had cheated on Kagome?" Inuyasha yelled in his defense.
"Well, let me count how many times you've gone to see Lady Kikyo before I respond." Miroku countered.
"Feh, whatever." Inuyasha griped as he sulked off back to his own hut. After a while the rest followed suit and returned to there respective residences, until only Sango and Miroku were left.
"So, how much more 'convincing' do you need before I'm ready to be forgiven?" Sango asked, with her own version of a perverted grin. "God, my mind has become just as dirty as his!"
"Oh, quite some. When you think about it, I actually got beat for doing something I should receive a medal for, rather than an atrocity." Miroku smiled.
"Oh come on, was it really hard to resist?" Sango questioned.
"Let's see, healthy, young, beautiful girl with the hots for me, against you. Hmmm…I suppose it wasn't too difficult." Miroku said, with his genuine grin.
"Oh spare me the sweet talk." Sango said rolling her eyes. "Am I going to get to make penance for what I did or what?"
"My apologies. Carry on." Miroku replied, his grin growing.
