Chapter Warnings :: Nothing but a little clumsiness.

School Days
Created by: Reall-Goodchild
Re-written by: Melody Unwinding

Through the trees, only darkness was seen; only mere silence was heard. The thump of your heart; the whistle of wind; the panting of your breath. The only warmth you had was from the clothing on your back and the blanket in your bag. The only food was the stocked provisions in your sacks, limited to each group. The only shelter you had was a single tent fit for two individuals. The forest was your disguise, the trees creating a blanket from the surreal sunshine. Nothing was real; it was all in your head. Shadows lurked everywhere, creating visions that you'd rather not see; noises that you'd rather not hear. It was a living nightmare that never ceased to exist—it was everywhere.

Hell was an understatement; fear wasn't enough to sum up what to feel; cold wasn't low enough to the temperature that you always felt. The only friend you had was your greatest enemy, the one you'd swear never to give into. And surrendering wasn't the first thing on your list, let alone give into your silent pleas...

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"Stay away Miroku." Sango ground out for the thousandth time. They had barely been gone 5 minutes when her personal bubble had been invaded. She tried to tolerate him and his exploring hands; tried to have patience with him—nothing worked. He had pushed her buttons too many times and she had just given up on him. She was mentally exhausted from his endless attacking, having to think of a new threat to make him stay away. There had been the time when she had told him to back off or else, and his perverted mind twisted it around the wrong way.

"Why whatever do you mean dear Sango?" He asked, playing dumb. Sango rolled her eyes, and kept on walking. Silence fell between the two, heavier than a sumo wrestler. Miroku kept his hands clasped behind his back, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. He bit his tongue in hopes of keeping his limbs to himself for at least a few hours. While he was busy focusing on his hands, he failed to notice the fairly large root jutting out from the ground. His left foot hooked under the root and he fell forward, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"Ow." He said as if he were a little boy. Sango looked back at the fallen young man and had to hold back in the laughter that was about to spill. She grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him up, not bothering to be gentle with the lecher.

"Learn not to be so clumsy bozo." Sango said with a faint smirk evident in her voice. Miroku laughed—or at least tried to without the sarcasm oozing from his words. He straightened himself out, brushing off the dirt that had clung to his clothes.

"I'm not clumsy thank you very much; I'm just not perceptive of harmful devices out to get me." He said, trying to sound tough in his own way. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, only to see her about to burst out in a series of laughter. He looked at her fully, wanting to see what was so funny.

"Am I that funny looking or are you just being mean?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She finally lost it and doubled over laughing. Her loud laughter rang through the forest, weaving in between the trees and echoing needlessly. It seemed as if not only she, but the whole forest was laughing at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her, clearly not content about her sudden outburst.

"Finished?" He asked when she stopped for air, sucking the sweet oxygen into her awaiting lungs. Her eyes had watered up and a stray tear leaked down her cheek. She wiped it away, still chuckling slightly from his actions.

"Just about—unless you'd like to do something utterly stupid and make me lose it once again?" She said, her bright smile beaming at him to just answer that question. Though he wasn't so idiotic to actually say anything, but just look at her like she had just offended him in the worst way. She stared at him blankly, apart from the smile that decorated her pale face. Miroku shook his head and started forward, only to lose his balance and fall forward. Sango stuck her arm out across his landing spot and kept him steady, leaning on her for support.

"Close, but not so." She said, pushing him back up. "Watch where you're going this time and maybe you won't be splattered all over this forest." She followed his early lead and continued on, leaving the boy to stare at her back with a dazed look on his face. She was getting to him mentally and physically.

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"I'm tired, let's set up camp!" Miroku whined, panting as he leaned up against an odd shaped tree. Sango looked back at him, snorting loudly.

"Yeah right, we're not stopping lecher." She said, staying on her firm path ahead of her. She didn't hear the boy's feet behind her and it was obvious that he was neglecting to follow her. She looked over her shoulder to see him watching her with curiosity—a look she thought never to cross his features. That single action made her stop and she furrowed her eyebrows together as she looked at him with the same expression.

"What are you looking at?" She asked, a little harsh. He smiled at her, putting on a light and breezy attitude like nothing was going wrong—or about to anyhow.

"Nothing, just making you stop; that's all." He said with that smile floating on his face. Sango rolled her eyes and threw down her backpack.

"Fine," She grumbled as she knelt down. "Let's set up camp."

"Victory is ours!" Miroku snickered as he clenched a fist before his face, showing off how proud of himself he was. Sango didn't want to notice the strange actions that he was partaking in and chose just to unpack—solely.

"Shut up monk and help me." She said loudly, getting through his thick skull. He stopped his actions abruptly and bent down to unpack his own. Silence fell over the two and nothing but the rustle of leaves and the breathing of the darkness was seen. It was all up to destiny to change the innocent trip in the woods into a fearful experience for not only one couple, but more as well.

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A/U :: All right, so it's not as long as I wanted it to be—but I updated. Feed off of this until I get the next chapter up. I swear to make them more eventful later, you just need once again another introduction—only with them in pairs. And of course my evil and genius mind with conjur something so shocking, that you'll only beg for more—or I wish. Ha ha.

Arriverdici!

Melody Unwinding