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(May 29, 20005, 8:08 PM)
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While Miroku limped around, wondering what spring Sango was bathing in, the Tajiya was just undressing. She was still exhausted from the night before, waking up a few times from various nightmares when her village was slaughtered. Inhaling deeply, Sango slid herself into the cold spring. The frigid water awoke her senses and sent a shiver up her spine. Even though of the cold, it felt good to feel awake so fast. Sango bent over and soaked her brown locks. While she did so, she wondered if the monk was awake, and desperatly hoped not. She knew that Miroku would not care if he was injured, all's he focused about was seeing her or other women naked. Sango sighed deeply, splashing her cheeks, moving towards the edge of the water to gather a few stones in case he did come. Always expect the.. expected, in Sango's terms.
Through dumb luck, Miroku stumbled apon where Sango was bathing. He grinned lecherously and hid quietly in the bushes, forming a small hole through the bush. Although the wound in his leg and stomach ached, the monk ignored the pain and just stared excitedly. If he was asleep for five days, who cared? Miroku had a beautiful, naked woman infront of him that had no idea he was spying. It's always great until she finds out he's watching.. then it's painful. Although no stones or twigs were being thrown at him, Miroku winced at the half fond, half painful memories.
Sango kept the water at the nape of her neck just in case, and swam a couple laps around the small spring to stretch her muscles. She felt agitated as if a pair of eyes were watching her every move. Hmm.. I wonder where she got that crazy idea from? Makes me wonder. Sango edged closer to her pile of rocks, feeling uneasy. Although she was done, she didn't want to get out incase some lecherous person, like Miroku, was there. Sango inhaled deeply and took a stone, throwing it into one set of bushes opposite of the monk, which made Miroku gulp. Was she going to throw a rock into each set of bushes? Just as a precaution, Miroku shielded his forehead.
Just as Miroku thought, Sango threw a rock into each set of bushes. Once Miroku's clump of bushes was the last one left, he squeeled and fell over. "Aha! I knew it!" Sango yelled, pointing accusingly at Miroku. She stood up, unaware that her upper half was showing. Miroku quivered, hoping that nothing was being thrown at him. Once he felt nothing land on him, he looked up from the ground bravely, and just grinned widely. "Hehehehe..." he chuckled, the monk's eyes growing wider.
Still unaware, Sango tilted her head to the side and just stared at him, and finally looked down. She screamed a high-pitched scream and dove underwater. Her face was heating up and turning red in embaressment. 'OH MY GOD! He saw my top naked.. what am I going to do? Can I just kill him so he never knew what happened? Gahhh! What am I going to do? What am I going to do?' Sango thought rapidly, kicking her legs ferociously at the water, with her arms covered her breasts. Loosing air, Sango fluttered to the surface, she kept her head about water to her chin. "Uhhh.." her face reddened as she stared at Miroku, who was still grinning from ear to ear.
"Hello, Sango." Miroku said casually, crawling slowly to the edge of the spring. His hands gripped the side loosely. As he crawled to the edge, Sango grabbed the rest of her pebbles and threw them as hard as she could at the monk. Throwing that hard was pretty hard, you know? Chuckin' that Hiraikotsu around like it was a piece of cloth. Poor Miroku had a collision with a large portion of the pebbles thrown at him.
Miroku shieled his eyes and flattened himself against the ground. His arm stung, and his hands stung.
"Gah.. I think I'm still alive.." Miroku told her, whimpering like a little dog. "Well, you deserved it, you lech!" Sango roared at him, splashing him with the icy cold water. Who cares if he was injured? Miroku was a pervert, and he received his punishment. Because he looked so pathetic, he made Sango want to burst out laughing, but she sucked in her breath and battled against her laughter.