Chapter 3
Danger was danger. No matter what form it was in, when faced with certain peril there is only one option. RUN. Which was what Myouga was doing. When Lord Inuyasha, and Kagome came upon Lord Sesshomaru and the miko Kikyo, Myouga smelled trouble. One of those two by themself is bad enough. But, both of them. That spelled catastrophe, in Myouga's mind. So, he ran. But, being a flea, he was a little lacking in the spped department. The sky was black and the stars shining by the time the flea ran into the monk, Miroku.
"L-lord In-Inuyasha! Se-sesshomaru! Ki-Kikyo!" Myouga gasped as he leapt onto the monk.
'Eh? Myouga! Where is Inuyasha? Is there t-" Miroku stooped. "Did you say Sesshomaru and Kikyo?"
"It is true! Lord Inuyasha and Kagome were approached by the two. I came for help."
For once, Miroku did not stop to correct the cowardly flea. After quickly asking Myouga for the location of the show-down, Miroku ran to help. if he could. Myouga stayed behind, claiming he could not move, he was so exhausted, but promised to send Sango.
Miroku ran as fast as his perverted legs could carry him. When he reached the field, the monk stopped. The smell of blood hung heavy in the air. taking a deep breath, he continued, slowly. After a few steps, Miroku caught sight of a body. Kneeling, Miroku recognized kagome. she was cut and bleeding, but upon Miroku's inspection, he discovered that she was still breathing. Confident in this, among other things, the monk lifted the young woman's body. stepping to go back the way he came, he stopped. Glancing around shiftily, Miroku spotted a little alcove surrounded by trees on the far side of the field. Making his way steadidly to the area, Miroku stopped suddenly. he had thought he'd heard someone approaching. The monk looked around but saw nothing. Again he walked towards the alcove with only one thing on his perverted mind.Out of nowehere a rock flew through the air and landed on Miroku's head. Falling to the ground, a large lump appeared on his skull. In the process, Kagome's limp form was dropped, and, as the monk stood and turned to see who was the thrower of the rock, her body remained discarded. Standing there, behind the monk, with a face an angry red and knuckles white as she gripped her bone boomerange was Sango. Miroku colored briefly, then smiled.
"Ah, Sango. You made it!" he said, trying to calm the girl who was his lover.
"Miroku!" she roared.