Forgot I even had the story! I'm sorry! I'll get back to writing! Promise! GOMEN!

Anya blinked twice, looking at the ceiling, taking in the morning sun rays hitting her. She yawned, sitting up, frowning a little. Well, she frowned for a moment, for in a few moments she remembered the events of the prior night and it brought a smile to her face.

"Wow, my side hardly hurts..." she mused aloud, hoisting herself up and stretching her legs. She was still a bit weak, but improvement was obvious. She twisted her ankle and yawned, looking at the door and stretching her arms behind her head. At that moment, Kagome and Miroku entered the room, both smiling.

"We came to check on you... how are you feeling?" Kagome asked, looking at Anya, who had since decided to stop stretching.
"I guess I'm better than last night. I still feel a little weird, but I do think moving would do me justice." Anya spoke, looking at Miroku.

"I'll take you for a walk. Come on."

Anya slipped her wooden sandals on, walking out the door, guided by Miroku, who allowed her to hold onto his arm while she walked, for support. He looked over at her, smiling a bit. He remembered the night well, unlike Anya, who due to the medications for her pain, had fallen asleep and gotten groggy. They had kissed a few more times, before she had fallen asleep, all of them slow and sweet.

Suprisingly, nothing more had taken place, and he'd kept his hands to himself for everything other than kissing. Amazing.

"So, you're feeling better?" Miroku asked, looking at Anya with a bit of concern. Anya smiled a little, leaning her head on his shoulder, casually, hoping she wasn't seeming too headstrong about this ordeal.

"Yes, I'm feeling better."

"I'm glad to hear that..." Miroku looked at her, well, the top of her head. The shining mass of wavy raven locks was pulled up in a semi-ponytail, very loose, but managing to be lovely in it's own certian way. He smiled a bit, again, brushing a runaway lock of hair from her face. She looked up at him, large violet eyes bright and shining. His smile grew wider. Oh, how he wished he wouldn't have to choose between she and Sango.

Frowning, he looked at the ground. This worried Anya, who blurted a cliche' female thing to say.

"I'm so horribly ugly you turn away."

"No, Anya, it's not that. It's quite the oppisite."

She frowned. "I don't understand."

He shook his head, with the slightest of smiles, murmuring a 'don't worry about it' and continuing to walk her slowly through the woods. It was certian to be noon, now, from the sun's positon in the sky. Kagome would be able to explain what time it was when they got back.

"Miroku?"

"Yes?"

"You care for Sango, don't you? You... will forget me for her..."

Miroku frowned. He was hoping the girls wouldn't bring this up. Ugh, he should have known better. 'I'd do away with women if they weren't so gorgeous', the monk thought, scowling internally.

"Anya, I've met you three days ago... "

"That's all I need to hear."

Anya cut him off, tears rimming her eyes. She knew it was going to happen. Sango took everything. Shaking her head, she frowned.

"You all have helped me very much but I should take my leave. I don't need my things."

Anya turned on her heel, only to face an unnamed human-esque demon. Her eyes widened, as she obviously showed fear. She was staring into the maroon-red eyes of an although handsome, obviously evil man. He had long, dark hair, and an angular face, with a strong but still slightly lanky body. He wore black and dark red clothing, and looked clean and rather elusive. Pointed ears and teeth proved that yes, this man was a demon.

A dark, very arrogance-laced voice answered her fearful expression.

"A fine specimen of woman. Beautiful, and she looks weak."

Anya plucked Miroku's staff from his hands, and swung it at the demon's knees. The dark-haired man (demon) frowned, and looked at her as if she had only caused him to stub his toe. He smirked, a devious grin, grasping her and tossing the staff on the ground.

"Oh, it fights back? I simply must have this one."

Anya used her only defense, biting at the man, to try to free herself. It wasn't working. Before any more tactics could be used, the man, with Anya in his restricting arms, fled. Miroku, stunned, stared as they fled, crying out a simple word.

"ANYA!"

Sorta short, but I have a major paper to do before like midnight. Sorry.