Summary: While trying to get a rise out of Sango, Miroku stumbles on some secret information. How will he react?
A/N: W007! First chapter! - On another note…I just saw Mr and Mrs Smith today. Loved it. Would highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't seen it. One of my favorite lines (which I'm sure you've heard in the previews):
Jane Smith:smirks: Who's your daddy now?
Awesomeness. …hmm…this would make for a good fic basis…:starts scribbling ideas: Anyways…on with the fic!
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It had been days since the…incident…and, Sango had noticed, Miroku had been surprisingly tame; in other words, she hadn't received a grope - or any form of a sexual advance, vocal or otherwise – from the monk in three days.
That was seventy-two hours.
Four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes.
Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand, two hundred seconds, and counting; not that Sango was.
But, keeping track or not, his lack of perversion was beginning to unnerve her.
Miroku groped Sango, Sango slapped Miroku; it was the natural order.
Hell, Sango had even given him a few blatant opportunities - walking directly in front of him while they were traveling, and sitting as near to him as was possible without being obvious when they rested - to cop a feel, if only to give her reason to reacquaint her hand with his cheek, and allow them to fall back into their normal routine.
However, her efforts were useless; he just seemed too damn distracted.
The others – even Inuyasha – had noticed it too, and had also noticed this change had only occurred after the last time Miroku and Sango had been left alone.
Sango knew this because Kagome had voiced it to her privately for all of them, and then asked if anything unusual had happened between the two of them on that particular occasion.
The taiji-ya had answered in the negative, but the idea had definitely gotten her thinking.
Maybe…maybe it was because of their conversation…
No!
Sango shook her head vigorously.
Miroku wouldn't let something as… as insignificant as that affect him…it was their usual banter, nothing more; nothing unordinary.
Discreetly, she threw a glance back at Miroku, who was once again bringing up the rear of the group, and frowned.
That was it.
Tonight.
She nodded once with steely resolve.
She'd ask him tonight
Dinner that evening was once again, for the most part, quiet; the only exception was Kagome and Shippou's chatter, with the occasional interjection coming from Inuyasha, as well.
Sango kept her eye on Miroku as she ate, carefully watching every rise of the chopsticks to his lips, and fall back down to the bowl he held in his hand; thankfully, he didn't notice.
…or if he did, he made no indication.
About halfway through the meal , Miroku set down his mostly-empty bowl and chopsticks and stood. "I'm taking a walk." He looked at Sango as he left, retreating into the woods.
Sango cursed mentally as she watched him go.
She'd been hoping to be able to avoid confronting Miroku that night.
But, since she was presented with an opportunity she'd be stupid to pass up, she supposed it was now or never.
Reluctantly, she set down her picked-at bowl and chopsticks – she'd been too busy studying Miroku to eat – and stood, also. "…I'll be right back."
XD
Within minutes, Sango had caught up to the serious monk, falling into step with him as he continued along, not batting an eye at her arrival.
"…Houshi-sama…" She managed to offer a small smile.
Miroku kept walking, seeming to not have heard her.
She tried again. "Houshi-sama?" She nudged him in the side.
He didn't miss a step, and she knew he had heard her that time.
Sango scowled. This was beginning to piss her off. "Houshi-sama! Listen to me, damn it!"
Finally, he stopped at looked at her. "What's wrong, Sango?"
For a moment, Sango could only gape, mouth moving wordlessly.
He was asking what was wrong with her?
Her?
She finally found her voice. "That's what I should be asking you! What the hell is with you lately, Houshi-sama! You've been so quiet, it's even starting to freak me out. Not to mention how long it's been since you've touched me! Even in a non-hentai way! This can't possibly be because of – of –" Sango paused in the middle of her rant when she noticed Miroku staring at her.
She lost all the words in her mouth. "…Houshi-sama…?"
After a few moments, an amused grin spread across the monk's face.
Then, slowly, he began to chuckle.
Soon, the chuckle turned into laughter.
Insulted, Sango's face turned redder and redder from embarrassment, until finally, she burst out, "Houshi-sama, what is so funny!"
Slowly, Miroku's laughter subsided, and he smiled warmly at Sango, eyes twinkling, causing the taiji-ya to blush. "I'm sorry, Sango…and I also apologize for my behavior over the past few days. Though…" His eyes glinted mischievously. "I must admit, I hadn't expected your reaction would be quite that strong."
Sango blinked.
She blinked again.
She gasped.
"You set me up!" she cried, pointing an accusing finger at him and glaring. "You knew that if you acted strangely for long enough, I would worry and wonderand eventually come talk to you and -"
"Provide us with some more 'alone time'? Correct." Almost instantly, Sango found herself with Miroku's arms snaked around her waist. She made a small cry of protest at the sudden contact, blushing profusely.
"Houshi-sama!" she protested, fighting against his arms, but he held fast.
"Is this the non-perverted physical contact you mentioned that you were longing for…?" He whispered in her ear.
She jumped at both the near voice and the warm breath tickling her lobe, but managed to begin indignantly, "I never said I was -"
"Although," he cut her off, "I rather missed…this." One arm was removed from her waist as the hand connected moved back and traveled downwards.
Sango twitched.
"Oof!" Miroku backed away from Sango quickly, hunching over his aching gut where Sango had elbowed him.
And her elbow was surprisingly bony.
Not a slap, but still, Sango thought satisfactorily, watching the monk as he finally straightened up.
She glared as he smiled pleasantly.
"Well, I suppose I should be heading back," he announced.
"Yes. You should," Sango ground out, though she felt a few conflicting emotions; regret at the loss of physical contact – and not the grope, mind you – and relief that things had been restored to their natural order.
But at this point, mostly relief.
At least things were back to normal.
She paused her train of thought as Miroku stopped next to her for a moment and murmured, "Since I'm sure you aren't quite ready to discuss your 'special feelings' for me…then again, that's none of my business, now is it?"
Sango blinked. …eh…?
She whirled to face the now-retreating form of Miroku, who was humming a random tune, then replayed his words in her head.
Did he just say…?
Hehehe…a bit of Miroku/Sango fluffiness there at the end…and also, if you're confused, Miroku's 'grand scheme' will be explained in one of the next two chapters. This might end up being longer than four chapters… Just keep reviewing! Which reminds me…
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