Yes, I know that the last chapter wasn't indented and all, just don't kill me. x.X; Oh, and onna no ko, means "special girl" so, don't be stupid. ^-^;
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After the meal was over, they sat their dishes by the tree that Sango was at earlier, bowls and chopsticks. It was a strange silence, the only thing breaking the silence was the crickets playing their usual music.
Miroku was getting close to Sango everytime she she closed her eyes for a minute or so, but she was to drowsy to care. Soon after, she sprawled out her bed roll by the fire, and snuck into it, eager to fall asleep next to the warm flames of the fire.
Miroku copied her, and sprawled out his futon right next to her, no remark. Smiling innocently, he crawled into his aswell. Sango sat up, having her hands support her from falling, "Houshi-sama, do you know any stories?" she asked, laying her head back down to face the monk, "I feel tired, but I just can't fall asleep."
Miroku looked at Sango for a moment, surprised at the sudden request, "And please, no gross ones though. Like... well... you know, right?" Sango said, draping the bed roll's blanket up to her chin.
Miroku smiled, facing Sango, "I do know one... and it's not a gross one either, I promise you." he assured, turning his gaze to the dotted black sky, "It's called... Hmmmm... I forgot... could you help refresh my memory?" he asked pervertally, dodging a stone flying at him, "I suspected that," he said, grinning at her. "Well... it's called A Drifting Curse." he started.
Sango cringed for a moment at the thought of curses, like Miroku's Air Void, for instance. Feeling in need of Miroku's loving care, she resisted the urge to crawl into his arms like a scared child at night when the wind was roaring. "Hm... Here we go. For a century, a curse wandered around, searching for the right person to adopt to its power. It never found one body until after a decade of looking.
It was a farmer, a strong-willed farmer with two sons, one daughter, and a lovely wife. When the man went to the stream to have a nice long drink for the cold waters, the curse dived into the water in his cupped hands, and flowed into his body when he drank. The curse was suppose to be an evil one, but since it hadn't fed on any souls to adapt its evilness, it turned into a good-fortuned curse, a quite rare one as well.
When the man came back to work in the fields, he had a large sack of money waiting for him on his steps. From then on, the man and his family lived wealthy and happy, until the curse lifted from the man's body, taking his soul with it, and went to feed on some other man, women, animal, or child." Miroku finished, gazing at Sango now.
Sango smiled, "That was a good one, Houshi-sama." she said, letting her eyes drop, "That helped, thank you, Houshi-sama." she said, burying her face into her bed roll, and drifted off into a deep slumber.
Miroku smiled at her, "You're welcome, my onna no ko." he said, watching her peaceful face until he, also fell asleep.
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After the meal was over, they sat their dishes by the tree that Sango was at earlier, bowls and chopsticks. It was a strange silence, the only thing breaking the silence was the crickets playing their usual music.
Miroku was getting close to Sango everytime she she closed her eyes for a minute or so, but she was to drowsy to care. Soon after, she sprawled out her bed roll by the fire, and snuck into it, eager to fall asleep next to the warm flames of the fire.
Miroku copied her, and sprawled out his futon right next to her, no remark. Smiling innocently, he crawled into his aswell. Sango sat up, having her hands support her from falling, "Houshi-sama, do you know any stories?" she asked, laying her head back down to face the monk, "I feel tired, but I just can't fall asleep."
Miroku looked at Sango for a moment, surprised at the sudden request, "And please, no gross ones though. Like... well... you know, right?" Sango said, draping the bed roll's blanket up to her chin.
Miroku smiled, facing Sango, "I do know one... and it's not a gross one either, I promise you." he assured, turning his gaze to the dotted black sky, "It's called... Hmmmm... I forgot... could you help refresh my memory?" he asked pervertally, dodging a stone flying at him, "I suspected that," he said, grinning at her. "Well... it's called A Drifting Curse." he started.
Sango cringed for a moment at the thought of curses, like Miroku's Air Void, for instance. Feeling in need of Miroku's loving care, she resisted the urge to crawl into his arms like a scared child at night when the wind was roaring. "Hm... Here we go. For a century, a curse wandered around, searching for the right person to adopt to its power. It never found one body until after a decade of looking.
It was a farmer, a strong-willed farmer with two sons, one daughter, and a lovely wife. When the man went to the stream to have a nice long drink for the cold waters, the curse dived into the water in his cupped hands, and flowed into his body when he drank. The curse was suppose to be an evil one, but since it hadn't fed on any souls to adapt its evilness, it turned into a good-fortuned curse, a quite rare one as well.
When the man came back to work in the fields, he had a large sack of money waiting for him on his steps. From then on, the man and his family lived wealthy and happy, until the curse lifted from the man's body, taking his soul with it, and went to feed on some other man, women, animal, or child." Miroku finished, gazing at Sango now.
Sango smiled, "That was a good one, Houshi-sama." she said, letting her eyes drop, "That helped, thank you, Houshi-sama." she said, burying her face into her bed roll, and drifted off into a deep slumber.
Miroku smiled at her, "You're welcome, my onna no ko." he said, watching her peaceful face until he, also fell asleep.