Umm ... So this is where I say something about my story right? I'm new at this. It's a little miroku/sango thing .. possibly will be cute ..this is my first fic I plan on coming close to finishing, but I might not bother. Umm .. what can I say? Short chapters, I don't completely understand how this site works.the storyskinda self explanatory, probably. I'm making it up as I go, general plotline in mind. Yeh, oh and I don't own Inuyasha or anything related to it, except several mangas and all three movies . sooo … read and review. Constructive criticism, please? I already know I need to fix this somehow lol. Le me know how u like the first chapter (aside from "lame" I'm not really into it yet, its 4 am and I hafta work in the morning, smart huh?).
I could hear Kagome and Inuyasha bickering in close proximity to where houshi-sama and I sat on Kiraras back. We were supposed to be heading in the direction of a lead on Naraku, but it seemed that Inuyasha was probably to far into his "discussion" with Kagome to pick up on his scent if Naraku himself was standing on top of his head. By now they had moved off topic and anyone within a half mile radius now knew that Kagome thought Inuyasha was an insensitive jerk.
I rolled my eyes. Why couldn't they grow up? We were all fed up and decided that we were going on ahead to show them that they were being immature. Apparently they didn't notice.
The next thing I knew we were alone. Kagome had sat Inuyasha and was storming off to her time, and Inuyasha was so far into the ground that by the time he was out and chasing after her she would be home already.
Well done, Inuyasha ... certainly the way to win her heart, I sighed. Of course, calling her a useless bitch is the only way to go. I knew how much it hurt Kagome. Sometimes I just wish I could give him a good whack with Hiraikotsu like I did with houshi-sama when he asked some random girl to bear his child. Honestly, that Koharu girl was probably six when he asked her, and those two priestesses-in-training, and every pretty girl he sees … what's wrong with him anyways? Just thinking about it made me mad. A timid thought darted across my mind before I mentally wrestled it all the way back to the back: Why doesn't he ask me? I could feel the muscles in my body tightening.
"Sango?" It was then that I noticed I was no longer holding loosely to Kirara, but I was now gripping his holy staff in both hands with crushing force. There were several things I came to realize in that instant.
#1: That he actually held his staff across my stomach all the time when we were flying on Kirara.
#2: How close he had to be sitting for his arms to hold it there and still be comfortable.
#3: That before I had picked up the staff off my lap in my attempt to strangle it, his hands had been resting, along with my houshi-sama-induced rage victim, on my upper thighs.
How comfortable were we like that that neither of us noticed it?
Instantly my face went from red from anger to a deep crimson blush. I also noticed the place where his hands had been felt oddly cold. It was almost like I wanted them back there …
Meanwhile a very bewildered houshi-sama sat close enough to notice that all in a matter of seconds I had gone from peaceful to angry to furious to humiliated. I tried not to let him notice the goose bumps that rose all over my body when I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck. I barely heard him ask me if I was ok.
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I watched the usual routine of "Inuyasha insults Kagome, Kagome yells, Inuyasha yells, Kagome sits him and goes home" with moderate interest. I shook my head and thought lazily that they should think up some new insults. Sango and I could practically act out one of their arguments, and a couple times, just for fun, we had. Although we left out the "sit" parts. Falling face fist into a large me-sized crater would probably break several bones in a human body.
I looked back, unknowingly shifting my hands closer on my staff, subconsciously tightening my hold on Sango just a little bit. I could vaguely hear Inuyasha cursing kagome and the "stupid rosary" and the "damn hag" who put it on him. I could almost monologue this part, too.
The "leaving without them" plan didn't appear to be working today, but Kirara didn't seem to want to go back. She flew boredly over the countryside.
The wind in my bangs felt relaxing and sitting so close to Sango calmed me. I heard her sigh softly. She seemed lost in thought, and so I watched her. I knew if I was caught I would probably get thrown off of Kirara, but she looked far away. Her head was tilted slightly towards the right, so if I leaned over just a little bit and moved up, I could see a quite a bit of her face. I almost laughed when I saw a slight blush cross her face.
Kirara, finding something amusing on the ground, banked sharply and went down a little bit. Sango's grip shifted from Kirara to my staff, which lay across her lap. I couldn't help but notice how close our hands were, and also where my hands were. Smirking, I thought of moving them up a little bit, and then a little bit more … but again I realized that a fall from here could mean death. I decided not to break the calm, even though I probably could have done it easily.
I looked back up to Sango's lovely face, and realized it now sported a furious expression. I think I liked the blush better. No way she could have been reading my mind, right?
Her knuckles turned white as her grip on my staff tightened. She was digging it into her legs and it looked like she was hurting herself. I said her name, softly and into her ear, trying to snap her out of it.
In several seconds, her frown disappeared and her eyes went wide, the blush returned, darker now and covering more of her beautiful face, and she let go of the staff, which she probably would have succeeded in breaking in two had I not brought it to her attention. I raised an eyebrow at her, which just made her blush deeper. I always wondered what was going on inside that head of hers.