Yay! An update! =D
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Hajime the bar tender slid Sango's order in a wooden cup to Sango, "There ya go, Sango." he said, grinning. "Thanks." Sango replied, taking a small sip.
Suddenly, Miroku snickered. There were a few men doing the can-can. "What?" Sango asked, turning around. Her expression went blank, watching them dance. Hajime chuckled, "Doesn't surprise me." he said.
"You mean this is normal?" she asked. "Yup." he answered. Miroku and Sango finished their drinks and left the bar, and the can-can was still going on. As they walked side-by-side, Miroku reached for her hand. "What're you doing?" she asked sharply. "Nothing." Miroku said, grinning.
He didn't try to hold her hand for about five minutes, and when he tried, he managed to grab hold, causing Sango to turn red. A few village girls ran up to Miroku after a few seconds. "Houshi-sama! We've been looking all over for you!" they exclaimed. Miroku smiled, turning around. "Really?" and they both nodded.
"The other houshi is nothing compared to you! So we kicked him out!" they said, smiling. "You didn't need to do that." Miroku started, "I'm content right now." he finished, waving his hand in the air, which happened to be locked onto Sango's hand. "Miroku... I'll be at the... place..." Sango said, walking off and breaking their hands apart.
"Ummm... okay?" Miroku stuttered, watching as she walked off. Instantly, the girls all latched their arms around his, smiling. "We wish to hear another amazing battle, Houshi-sama!" they all exclaimed. "Ummm... ladies, tommorow, and I'll give you two." he said. "Alright Houshi-sama." a girl replied, breaking their connection; the other girl did the same.
Sango kneeled next to a dim fire, throwing small twigs, leaves, and grass into the hearth when Miroku returned. Miroku sat next to her, watching her with content, eyes randomly straying to her butt. Sango seemed to have forgotten to remove the Hiraikotsu from her back. So everytime she twisted her back, it would softly whack Miroku's head. "Ouch... Sango." Miroku whimpered when it whacked his eye.
She turned around, "What?" she asked, blinking. "You hit my eye with your Hiraikotsu." he whimpered, cupping his hand over his right eye. She removed her Hiraikotsu, "Sorry." she said, sitting back and took a look at it. "It's not red." she said, removing his hand with a deep struggle. "Can I at least have a kiss in return?" he asked pervertally, placing his trademark houshi grin on his lips. She blushed, and pecked him on the cheek.
"Sango..." Miroku said. She pretended as though she didn't hear him, watching a hairy catepillar instead. "Go, hairy catepillar, go." Sango muttered, poking it with a twig.
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Hajime the bar tender slid Sango's order in a wooden cup to Sango, "There ya go, Sango." he said, grinning. "Thanks." Sango replied, taking a small sip.
Suddenly, Miroku snickered. There were a few men doing the can-can. "What?" Sango asked, turning around. Her expression went blank, watching them dance. Hajime chuckled, "Doesn't surprise me." he said.
"You mean this is normal?" she asked. "Yup." he answered. Miroku and Sango finished their drinks and left the bar, and the can-can was still going on. As they walked side-by-side, Miroku reached for her hand. "What're you doing?" she asked sharply. "Nothing." Miroku said, grinning.
He didn't try to hold her hand for about five minutes, and when he tried, he managed to grab hold, causing Sango to turn red. A few village girls ran up to Miroku after a few seconds. "Houshi-sama! We've been looking all over for you!" they exclaimed. Miroku smiled, turning around. "Really?" and they both nodded.
"The other houshi is nothing compared to you! So we kicked him out!" they said, smiling. "You didn't need to do that." Miroku started, "I'm content right now." he finished, waving his hand in the air, which happened to be locked onto Sango's hand. "Miroku... I'll be at the... place..." Sango said, walking off and breaking their hands apart.
"Ummm... okay?" Miroku stuttered, watching as she walked off. Instantly, the girls all latched their arms around his, smiling. "We wish to hear another amazing battle, Houshi-sama!" they all exclaimed. "Ummm... ladies, tommorow, and I'll give you two." he said. "Alright Houshi-sama." a girl replied, breaking their connection; the other girl did the same.
Sango kneeled next to a dim fire, throwing small twigs, leaves, and grass into the hearth when Miroku returned. Miroku sat next to her, watching her with content, eyes randomly straying to her butt. Sango seemed to have forgotten to remove the Hiraikotsu from her back. So everytime she twisted her back, it would softly whack Miroku's head. "Ouch... Sango." Miroku whimpered when it whacked his eye.
She turned around, "What?" she asked, blinking. "You hit my eye with your Hiraikotsu." he whimpered, cupping his hand over his right eye. She removed her Hiraikotsu, "Sorry." she said, sitting back and took a look at it. "It's not red." she said, removing his hand with a deep struggle. "Can I at least have a kiss in return?" he asked pervertally, placing his trademark houshi grin on his lips. She blushed, and pecked him on the cheek.
"Sango..." Miroku said. She pretended as though she didn't hear him, watching a hairy catepillar instead. "Go, hairy catepillar, go." Sango muttered, poking it with a twig.