Ok. Second time in a row I've written two chapters in one day. (For some reason, it takes a while for the new chapter to show in the story, even though when I go through my account to the supposed "live preview", it shows there. Oh well. No complaints.

Oh yeah. I don't own Inuyasha or Sesshoumaru or any other related character, etc. (Sigh).

One more thing. I doubt anyone is starting this story from chapter 4, but just incase this is the case, or incase a reader forgets, italicized words are Sesshoumaru's thoughts.

Let's see. Where were we? Oh yes.

Chapter 4- A Long Night

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Previously….

Ok. Should we go around the circle again?"

It's getting late.

"No, Rin. Go to sleep."

"Yes Milord."

Rin curled up next to AhUn, and went to sleep. Well, she tried to, anyway.

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The rain pounded harder, the wind blew more fiercely, and in spite of the warm fire, it was cold. Although they were not particularly comfortable, the adult demons in the group, Inuyasha, Kirara, Sesshoumaru, AhUn, and Jaken were all ok. The humans, however, had to find ways to stay warm. Kagome had it worst off, because she had made the mistake of wearing her school uniform and had trouble keeping her legs warm. Finally Kirara transformed into her larger form, and Kagome curled up against her warm fur, with Kirara's tail resting over her like a blanket. Sango's clothing was considerably warmer, but still she was cold. Not cold enough yet to curl up in the fire cat's fur. Miroku had only to hug his robes closer to him because is robes had enough fabric but were drafty. Shippo was curled up in Kagome's lap, toasty warm in Kirara's fur. That only left one cold little human girl.

Rin lay, trying to go to sleep as she was told, but it was cold, and she couldn't seem to stop shivering.

Sesshoumaru glanced at the shivering child without turning his head.

Rin is cold.

The demon Lord stood up without a sound, and strode over to where the child lay.

"Rin is sorry Lord Sesshoumaru, Rin is-"

"That's enough." Without any further explanation, he took the furry thing and piled it on top of her delicately. He then strode back to his place leaning against the wall of the cave.

As the night wore on, the storm outside grew fiercer, and the temperature continued to drop. Sesshoumaru ignored this- he was distinctly uncomfortable, particularly without the warmth of the fur on his shoulder, but he would not take it back and let Rin catch cold, nor would he move closer to the fire, unlike Jaken, who had inched a great deal closer. Inuyasha stayed close to the fire, and was ok- not warm, not comfortable, but fine. Kirara, Shippo and Kagome were all quite comfortable between the fire and the fur. Rin was nice and toasty under the fluffy thing next to AhUn who was not bothered terribly by the cold weather. The only two who were not at least reasonably comfortable were Sango and the Monk.

Sango was terribly uncomfortable. It was cold, and she needed to get warm. She didn't want to curl up with Kirara because she wasn't ready to sleep and she didn't want to wake Shippo or Kagome, who had both drifted off to sleep. Her gaze kept shifting over to Miroku. Knowing it was the best way for her to get warm without waking her friends, she was considering curling up with Miroku. The only problem was, every time she looked at him, he seemed so innocent that she knew he was up to something. She was right.

Miroku could tell she was trying to decide something. Following her gaze to his purple cloth, and saw his opportunity. He had been wanting to recommend she get warm in his embrace, ever since Kagome drifted off to sleep and she lost the opportunity to warm up with her. But he knew if he offered she would just call him a pervert and be on guard all night. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

"Sango, you look terribly cold. Here, take this" he unwrapped the purple portion of his robes and offered them to the demon slayer.

"But- Miroku, won't you-"

"Nothing to worry about. It's not cold enough to die from. I"ll be alright, as long as I know you're comfortable…" Miroku started to shiver a little, more for effect than resulting from the cold. Sango could tell instantly what he was up to, perverted monk, but still… He was her dear friend, and he looked so cold… He had to be cold even with the cloth, and here he was, letting her use it even though he was cold…

"Miro-"

"Yes Sango?" He said, a little too eagerly. Sango sighed.

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this, but… why don't we share it? It will be much warmer."

"What a marvelous idea my dear Sango!" Miroku quickly jumped up and came up to her. Before he could wrap himself around her she put her hand on his chest.

"Hold it, you lech. This is your one and only warning. None of your womanizing or I'll-"

"Sango! I am shocked, truly shocked, that you would even suggest-" He pouted, trying to look innocent.

"I'm suggesting. Now no womanizing."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Sango moved her hand, and Miroku sat down. They wrapped the purple cloth around each other, sitting closer than Sango had ever sat to a man she wasn't related to. They sat there, the monk seemingly lost in thought. Sango thought, "This is nice, sitting here with him like this. He's so warm, so gentle. Maybe I was wrong about him… Maybe he-" Sango gasped. Then started to growl.

"Miroku…. YOU LECH!" She smacked his over eager hand away from her backside, threw off the cloth, grabbed the lecherous monk by the collar and dragged him over to the cave entrance. She then kicked him out of the cave- literally.

Hmph. Humans.

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Ah, thanks again to Jade Tea Leaf, who said she couldn't wait to see who would get kicked out of the cave first. I hadn't imagined that far by then, but as soon as I read that a picture of an enraged Sango kicking Miroku out of the cave. That was fun. Hehehe, that was a lot of fun.