Thanks to my fellow readers, I'm going to make my chapters longer than my other ones, okie-doke?
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The sun became to tip back over the horizon once Miroku was up. He crawled out of his futon, and rolled it back up. He stood up fully, and stretched his arms, letting a large yawn escape his lips. "I think I'll go take a bath today." he said quietly to himself. Trying not to awaken Sango, he snuck to the nearest spring he knew of.
Slipping off his robes, he quickly slid into the water. The chilled water woke him up fuller, and he looked around. After a minute or so, he dove in, doing a few underwater laps, occasionally going to the surface for a breath. When he was done, he looked up and saw the sun was fully up. Wondering if Sango was awake yet, he crawled out. Miroku dried himself and slipped his robes back on.
Snatching his staff back up, he journeyed back to their small campsite, where he found Sango up and already cooking breakfast from the remains of the tipi-shaped twigs he had made last night. Sango looked up, and smiled cheerfully, "Morning, Houshi-sama." she greeted, and checked the food.
Miroku smiled, "You don't have to call me Houshi-sama, dearest." he replied, slumping down next to her. He ran a finger along the grass, and felt the warm dew pile up on his finger.
Sango's cheeks turned a soft pink, and chose not to answer. She took the bowls, and dumped in half and half into each bowl, until the pot was empty. She found the two sets of chopsticks, and handed Miroku a pair and the bowl. "Arigauto, Sango." he said, taking the bowl.
"You're welcome." she answered, picking up her bowl and began to quietly eat. Miroku followed the suit, and thought of a conversation-starter while he ate. "It's wonderful cooking, I'll tell you that." he said, grinning.
"I wouldn't really say that." she said shyly. "Oh, but it is." started Miroku, "It's about ten times better than this monk's cooking." he praised, grinning even wider.
Sango finished her bowl, "I'm going to go take a bath, so don't follow me." she said, and took their dishes along with her to wash also. "M'kay." he replied. He didn't plan to obey her, but he thought he should for once because after all, it was only the second day together. He didn't want to get her upset when they had five days to go. He just smiled, and fiddled with a twig he found besides him for awhile.
Sango returned about a half hour later, feeling replenished. She sat the bowls in Miroku's lap, and slumped down besides him. "You still smell wonderful, dear." he said. He placed his trademark houshi grin on his face.
She simply blinked, "Thank you." she said simply, but blushed anywho.
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The sun became to tip back over the horizon once Miroku was up. He crawled out of his futon, and rolled it back up. He stood up fully, and stretched his arms, letting a large yawn escape his lips. "I think I'll go take a bath today." he said quietly to himself. Trying not to awaken Sango, he snuck to the nearest spring he knew of.
Slipping off his robes, he quickly slid into the water. The chilled water woke him up fuller, and he looked around. After a minute or so, he dove in, doing a few underwater laps, occasionally going to the surface for a breath. When he was done, he looked up and saw the sun was fully up. Wondering if Sango was awake yet, he crawled out. Miroku dried himself and slipped his robes back on.
Snatching his staff back up, he journeyed back to their small campsite, where he found Sango up and already cooking breakfast from the remains of the tipi-shaped twigs he had made last night. Sango looked up, and smiled cheerfully, "Morning, Houshi-sama." she greeted, and checked the food.
Miroku smiled, "You don't have to call me Houshi-sama, dearest." he replied, slumping down next to her. He ran a finger along the grass, and felt the warm dew pile up on his finger.
Sango's cheeks turned a soft pink, and chose not to answer. She took the bowls, and dumped in half and half into each bowl, until the pot was empty. She found the two sets of chopsticks, and handed Miroku a pair and the bowl. "Arigauto, Sango." he said, taking the bowl.
"You're welcome." she answered, picking up her bowl and began to quietly eat. Miroku followed the suit, and thought of a conversation-starter while he ate. "It's wonderful cooking, I'll tell you that." he said, grinning.
"I wouldn't really say that." she said shyly. "Oh, but it is." started Miroku, "It's about ten times better than this monk's cooking." he praised, grinning even wider.
Sango finished her bowl, "I'm going to go take a bath, so don't follow me." she said, and took their dishes along with her to wash also. "M'kay." he replied. He didn't plan to obey her, but he thought he should for once because after all, it was only the second day together. He didn't want to get her upset when they had five days to go. He just smiled, and fiddled with a twig he found besides him for awhile.
Sango returned about a half hour later, feeling replenished. She sat the bowls in Miroku's lap, and slumped down besides him. "You still smell wonderful, dear." he said. He placed his trademark houshi grin on his face.
She simply blinked, "Thank you." she said simply, but blushed anywho.