So here we are; chapter 2. I guess I'm going farther with this story, a little bit at least. Thanks to the people that reviewed. This being my first story, those were the first reviews I've ever gotten, and they weren't "Your story sucks, take it off." So a big arigato!

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"Sango, are you OK?" I asked, slightly concerned. She seemed to be acting stranger than usual.

"Huh? Oh … uh, I, um, yeah I-I'm …uh, fine …" She twisted her hands in her lap as she babbled. She laughed, high pitched and forced, trying to cover something up. She couldn't fool a child with a stammer like that.

"Are we trying to cover something up, Sango dearest?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. Sango decided to raise her voice instead.

"No, we are not!" the tone in her voice was dangerous.

As much as I loved to feel her butt, it was less public how much I loved the way she looked when she flushed red with embarrassment or anger. I always liked getting a reaction from her. I loved the timber in her voice when she got mad … up until she hit me with her Hirakotsu. I didn't like that part quite as much. I held my hands up in a gesture of surrender and gave her my best smile. She didn't seem to buy it.

"And besides, houshi-sama, what would you care anyways?" Frowning, she turned so that I couldn't see her face. But I had heard that crack in her voice. She didn't seem to get it, but I understood more than she knew. I decided, in that moment, that I was going to make her get it. I slipped my arms around her waist from behind in spoke against her ear.

"I care because … I care about you."

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I could tell he didn't buy a word of my nervous stuttering. The fake laugh only made it worse. He was on to me. I suddenly realized how literally that could be, and before he could ask me again if I was covering something up I got defensive.

"No, we are not" I growled, wondering if I sounded a bit to angry for such a simple comment. I couldn't exactly tell. He seemed to buy it. He raised his hands in surrender and gave me that innocent smile. Now I was the one who wasn't fooled. That smile always meant he was plotting something. I furrowed my brows at him. Was it just me or did his smile just get a little bigger?

"Besides, houshi-sama," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, "what would you care anyways?" I gave him a little frown and turned towards the front, unintentionally placing my hands back on his staff. Strangely, it was still across my lap without anyone holding it. It was a wonder that it hadn't fallen right off.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my eyes widen in shock as houshi-sama's hands found their way around my waist. I inhaled sharply, trying not to moan as he let his lips touch my ear and spoke softly.

"I care because," He breathed, pulling me closer to him "I care about you."

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There's the end of chapter two. Review please? Love you all!