Sango sat across the hut staring at the demoness that seemed like a statue. The demon called Mira had not explained the manner in which Inuyasha had acquired his injuries. The said dog demon had woken up a hour ago and had limped out of the hut. Sango, even being upset with the hanyou as she was, had tried to stop him from aggravating his wounds father.

"Let him go" was the response from the neko, "he aches from more than wounds."

Sango had slammed herself in the side of the hut and sank down favoring a sitting position to glare at the demon. Sango, like the formal cat demon across from her, had not moved since.

This is the scene that the very unfortunate monk had stumbled into the hut. Miroku gulped as he looked from demon to slayer, accidentally dropping the basket he carried unnoticed to the floor. Not one female twitched a muscle, blinked, or even said hi. This he expected from the neko youkai that looked as regal as Sesshoumaru himself, around Sango she acted just as cold.

"Umm…err…hello," stuttered Miroku silently backing up towards the door as the tension spiked one notch at his voice, "Is Lady Keade here, it is not almost time for dinner?"

Not a soul stirred. Then all of the sudden Sango slammed the large boomerang she carried into the ground affectively making a large crater in the dirt section of the floor. Miroku noticed that Mira did not blink as she unsheathed her claws. Sango had stood up reaching for her sword, Mira did not move. Before Miroku could start to stop her, the demon slayer had thrown the brilliantly made sword toward the neko.

Bam

The sword tip quivered the wood an inch from the demon's head. Mira lifted one sculpted eyebrow at the action as the young girl stalked out of the hut, pushing the monk out of her way. Miroku turned his head back towards the finely shaped neko.

"You could be a little nicer you know, no use her killing you," stated the monk as he rubbed his neck.

Mira broke into smile and moved to a more comfortable position on the floor, and laughed when Miroku blushed watching her stretch. The monk had been the only one to try and befriend her, in a way he reminded her of Kagome.

"You know, if the slayer was any threat to me she would be dead right?" said Mira as she took off the bothersome cloak she had forgotten to remove while sitting with the slayer. Watching the monk during this was amusing, Kagome was right; the man was a pervert, now to see if the second part also held water.

"I heard you were looking for a female to bear you a child," purred Mira.

Miroku, who had been ready to pour tea fumbled, almost dropping the cup "Y-yes, you heard correct" stuttered the monk as he filled his shaking teacup.

"Ahh" purred Mira moving closer to the man "Want to try?" The neko had to act quickly to save the teacup that was plummeting to its death. Setting the teacup down she kissed the monk, who gladly though very confusedly, gave in. Seconds later Mira felt herself being pushed to the floor, Miroku following her down.

Mira could tell this wasn't the first time he had done this and smirked as he nipped at her neck, but all his skills felt distinctly rusty. Her hand traveled down his chest as he kissed her. Suddenly he stopped and sat back to look at her, his eyes looking guilty.

"I can't," he murmured.

Mira smiled reassuringly "I know," She almost laughed when his mouth opened slightly asking an unspoken question. Mira sat up and whispered into his ear, "It was a test; you love the slayer"

She left him floundering in the middle of the hut, robe half open. "I am going to go look for the Inu pup, he shouldn't be out so late when he is injured." Mira walked out the door quite happy with herself, until she heard the monk whisper to himself alone in the hut.

"And you love Inuyasha."

Oh yeah two chappies in one day! (who cares the last one was written at 4 in the morn and less than 12 hours later I write another one, I know this does not make up for the time that I did not update! I said I was Sorry!) Please review! MORE SESSHY,SHIPPOU, AND NARAKU SOON! Bye all

P.S.

Corn fed girls are better than sticks.