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Chapter 2

"What's the matter Sango?" Miroku asked, walking over to the demon slayer. Sango didn't glance up as Miroku sat down beside her. Her attention was completely focused on the small cat demon in her lap.

"Kilala's been acting strangely." She said stroking the feline softly. Miroku took a closer look. There wasn't anything unusual about Kilala's appearance, however, her eyes had a soft glazed look and she growled softly at him when he tried to pet her.

"Perhaps it was something she ate." Miroku suggested.

"Yeah, maybe she...ouch!" Kilala jumped off Sango's lap with a growl and ran into the bushes.

"She bit me!" Sango exclaimed, sticking her finger in her mouth.

"I'm sure she'll be right as rain in no time." Miroku said, placing his hand on Sango's shoulder. Sango flashed him a warning glance. For once he took the hint and removed his hand.

"Well, I guess I'll go 'punch the bag' or however Kagome says it..." Miroku said, "Goodnight." He rose and walked over to where the others had begun to bed down for the night. Sango followed suit. The moon rose to its peak in the sky and sleep settled silently down upon the group. Even the eyes of the ever-alert Inu-Yasha drooped then closed. Soon only one member lay awake. Try as he might, Miroku could not go to sleep. His eyes drifted over his sleeping companions. Inu-Yasha slept with his tetsusaiga within arm's reach as usual.

Kagome lay with Shippo beside her. 'Lady Kagome must be a pretty sound sleeper,' thought Miroku, grimacing at the deafening sound of Shippo's snoring. Miroku wondered at how such a big sound could come from such a little demon. Miroku's gaze lingered on Sango. Her silhouette was barely outlined in the darkness, giving her sleeping form a faded and mysterious look...he was getting carried away...again. Besides, he might as well keep watch, beings as he was the only one awake at the moment. A large bolder rested a few yards from camp provided a nice back rest. Propping his staff beside him, he sat down with a tired sigh. It wasn't sleep that tired him, however.

The stars shone clearly tonight and a soft breath of breeze danced along the blades of grass, whispering to the stillness. Everything was peacefully silent. Miroku found himself thinking of Sango again. He ached and longed to be able to tell her everything, but..."Nothing is ever that easy," he told himself. He should know. If only he could just get past himself enough to tell her how he felt. He had tried many times, and failed miserably.

Kagome had told him stories of her time. Many of them were about things called movies that she went to see. She had tried to explain how they got the people on the screen, but Miroku gave up trying to understand. He was only interested in the stories. She told him of a variety in which a guy and a girl were alone in some romantic spot and how the guy would reach his hand over, ever so slowly and set it on the girl's hand. Then the girl would squeeze his hand and look into his eyes and eventually they would kiss. Miroku had tried this for himself, however, he had a tendency to...get distracted. Somehow, trying to convince himself that he just had really bad aim wasn't quite enough.

If there was one thing that he had come to expect from Sango, it was her quick temper. Sometimes, he could swear that she had eyes in the back of her head! But sometimes...a grin etched itself across his face at the thought of Sango's surprised look that never ceased to appear. It wasn't like she hadn't come to expect it, perceptive as she was, but it was almost as if she let it happen sometimes. The slap or whack afterwards was more than often worth it. Miroku sighed and resigned that he would never in his life understand the complications of women!

With a sudden start, he realized that he had ignored a prickling sensation on the back of his neck. Instantly, he was on guard. His hand went instinctively to his staff. The soft sound of footsteps could be heard faintly. A silhouette appeared around the bolder. Miroku let out a relieved sigh.

"You startled me Sango, I thought you were asleep." He couldn't help but be a little flustered at her sudden presence, especially given his previous day dreaming. Sango didn't speak, her soft eyes were focused on the ground.

"Are you upset about Kilala?" Miroku asked. Sango's eyes moved to his face. A pang jolted through Miroku's chest as their eyes met. He couldn't sense the emotion in her eyes, they were sort of glazed. With tears...no, that couldn't be it, Sango was stronger than that. Was she really that upset? Almost unconsciously Miroku rose and next thing he knew, he was embracing Sango. He was so surprised that he almost backed away, but he caught himself. Awkward...

Sango didn't move or say a word.

'Oh boy, here it comes.' thought Miroku, preparing himself for the blast of rage that was undoubtedly about to hit him full blast. To his complete and utter surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and returned the embrace. This was something new.

"Sango I..." he stuttered. Was this some dream? He blinked his eyes a couple times. What was he thinking! If this was a dream, then he never wanted to wake up! He felt Sango's breath on the back of his neck. It sent shivers down his spine.

They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. Another shiver ran down Miroku's back. Surely the wind hadn't gotten that cold. He wanted to ignore the sense of alarm that was pounding in the back of his mind. He wanted this glorious moment to last forever. Someone was watching, or something. He groaned inwardly as the bushes rustled. Releasing himself reluctantly from Sango's grasp, he faced this unwelcome intruder.

Kilala emerged from the undergrowth. She was in her larger form and her eyes still had that soft, glazed over look. Her large fangs were bared in a snarl and her mouth oozed with blood red foam. No wonder she had been feeling under the weather...

"Kilala, what's wrong with you...?" Miroku froze. A metallic ring sounded behind him.

Well whadayaknow...a cliff hanger (evil laughter). Feel free to critique. I won't put up another chapter until I get a few reviews in. Let's say...7...that's a good number. Good place to start, so 7 new reviews to go! Happy typing!