There's going to be a lot of fluffy stuff in this story... so, you've been warned, faithful reader. All Mir/San too.... And anou means um, in Japanese. ^-^;
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Sango sat boredly by a tree. It was dusk, and it was about an hour after Kagome and InuYasha left into Kagome's Era. It was only Sango and Miroku for one week. Counting, one week. Sango expected to be tormented the whole week by the perverted monk. She also expected a few tears on one day. Yup, it was always Miroku to make her angry and sad, yet, he made her happy just to know that he was there all the time besides her.
Sometimes, people thought that was a bad mixture in a crush, but another half said it could be the best of a crush. Sango waited for Miroku's return with the firewood and the food from the village. She just hoped that he wasn't flirting with village women; who were always plenty prettier that her and never got furious with him all of the time. Sango hated when the village girls gossipped about herself, she never liked recalling on what rumors they spread about her, 'Have you ever seen that ugly scar on her back?' was one of them. Laying her head back onto the tree, she watched the fluffy white clouds turn into a pinkish orange.
She let her eyes droop slightly, but was silently startled at Miroku's return with large twigs in his arms, and a bag of food and matches from Kagome. Miroku carefully placed the food in Sango's lap, and began making the twigs into a tipi shape, "Do you know how to start these matches, Sango?" he began, waving his hand at the tipi-shape twigs, "I always forget how to use these things." he confessed, smiling slightly at his own stupidity. Sango nodded, setting the bag of food besides her, kneeling next to Miroku, taking the match box from him, "Watch and learn, Houshi-sama." she said, striking the match against the directed area, caushing the head of the match to start on fire. Tossing it into the twigs, the match started to burn the twigs, "There." she said finally, handing him the box and slumping to her tree again.
"Arigauto, Sango." Miroku praised, "And I must ask... are you cooking today or am I?" he asked, gazing at her for a moment, waiting for a reply.
"Anou... how about you cook today, and I'll cook tommorow, sound fair?" she dealed. "Hai, Sango." Miroku agreed, nodding his head, taking the bag from her side, opening it. For awhile, Sango dozed as Miroku prepared the meal for that night.
When it was ready, Miroku shook her gently on the shoulder to awake her from her doze, "Sango... it's ready." he whispered. "M'kay." Sango grunted, rubbing her eyes to wipe away the 'sand' in her eyes, drawing in the aroma from the food, licking her lips slightly, "Mmmm, it smells delicious, Houshi-sama." she said, slowly getting on her knees. "I hope it is." admitted the monk, handing the lady a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, fighting the urge of kissing those candy-like lips of hers. Miroku tore away his gaze, getting himself a bowl, and a pair of chopsticks. That night, the two sat there, talking enjoyably and eating the rice and ramen.
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Sango sat boredly by a tree. It was dusk, and it was about an hour after Kagome and InuYasha left into Kagome's Era. It was only Sango and Miroku for one week. Counting, one week. Sango expected to be tormented the whole week by the perverted monk. She also expected a few tears on one day. Yup, it was always Miroku to make her angry and sad, yet, he made her happy just to know that he was there all the time besides her.
Sometimes, people thought that was a bad mixture in a crush, but another half said it could be the best of a crush. Sango waited for Miroku's return with the firewood and the food from the village. She just hoped that he wasn't flirting with village women; who were always plenty prettier that her and never got furious with him all of the time. Sango hated when the village girls gossipped about herself, she never liked recalling on what rumors they spread about her, 'Have you ever seen that ugly scar on her back?' was one of them. Laying her head back onto the tree, she watched the fluffy white clouds turn into a pinkish orange.
She let her eyes droop slightly, but was silently startled at Miroku's return with large twigs in his arms, and a bag of food and matches from Kagome. Miroku carefully placed the food in Sango's lap, and began making the twigs into a tipi shape, "Do you know how to start these matches, Sango?" he began, waving his hand at the tipi-shape twigs, "I always forget how to use these things." he confessed, smiling slightly at his own stupidity. Sango nodded, setting the bag of food besides her, kneeling next to Miroku, taking the match box from him, "Watch and learn, Houshi-sama." she said, striking the match against the directed area, caushing the head of the match to start on fire. Tossing it into the twigs, the match started to burn the twigs, "There." she said finally, handing him the box and slumping to her tree again.
"Arigauto, Sango." Miroku praised, "And I must ask... are you cooking today or am I?" he asked, gazing at her for a moment, waiting for a reply.
"Anou... how about you cook today, and I'll cook tommorow, sound fair?" she dealed. "Hai, Sango." Miroku agreed, nodding his head, taking the bag from her side, opening it. For awhile, Sango dozed as Miroku prepared the meal for that night.
When it was ready, Miroku shook her gently on the shoulder to awake her from her doze, "Sango... it's ready." he whispered. "M'kay." Sango grunted, rubbing her eyes to wipe away the 'sand' in her eyes, drawing in the aroma from the food, licking her lips slightly, "Mmmm, it smells delicious, Houshi-sama." she said, slowly getting on her knees. "I hope it is." admitted the monk, handing the lady a bowl and a pair of chopsticks, fighting the urge of kissing those candy-like lips of hers. Miroku tore away his gaze, getting himself a bowl, and a pair of chopsticks. That night, the two sat there, talking enjoyably and eating the rice and ramen.