Chapter 7: Gotta, gotta be down

Miroku stripped down to his boxers and turned his back on Sango, rooting through his closet for something. "We'll go shopping tomorrow. Gotta get you some new clothes. How does that sound, Sango?"

She didn't answer him, even though her eyes were fixed on his back. "Sango? Hey, what's up?"

He turned around, and she snapped out of her trance. "Nothing. Just looking at your tattoos."

Miroku glanced over nonchalantly over his shoulder. "Oh, those. You like them? Koharu thought they were stupid. I imagine that's why she dumped me. Well, no great loss."

He threw a shirt and a pair of boxers at her. "I imagine you didn't pack any pajamas." She shook her head, blushing slightly. "Wear those, then. They won't kill you. That door is the bathroom. Go ahead and change."

When Sango walked back into the room, Miroku was lying on the right side of the bed, reading The Stand by Stephen King. (A/N: Very good book. If you get the chance, read it.) Sango couldn't help but stare at his tattoos. He had a blue dragon underneath a sakabato (reverse- edge blade) up the left side of his back, a black rose on the small of his back, and a lion pawing a heart underneath a rain cloud on the lower right.

Miroku felt her eyes on him. He rolled over and smiled at her. "Hey. My clothes look good on you."

"Whatever. Well, I'm going to sleep now. G'night." She pulled back the covers and climbed in. Clasping his hand tightly underneath the sheets, she spoke. "Thank you so much, houshi-sama. I feel like I have a home again."

"It's no problem. Your parents wanted me to take care of you, so I will. If you need anything, just ask."

"Don't you have limited funds?"

Miroku dog-eared his page and put it on the bed stand. He grinned over at her. "Mushin doesn't know, but my mom left me close to a million dollars. And I've earned some over the years, so I'm probably a millionaire by now."

"So my best friend's a millionaire. Awesome."

"I guess so, Sango."

Within a few minutes, they were both asleep.

At around two in the morning, Sango screamed slightly. Miroku jerked awake to find her thrashing around and crying. He held the sides of her head and gently shook her awake.

Sango opened her eyes to find Miroku holding her in his arms. She started crying even harder. "Let go of me! I'm fine!"

"You obviously aren't."

She started struggling, but was no match for the young man. He held her tightly, and she slowly calmed down. "I need to get you to therapy."

"What? Why? I'm not-!" She realized Miroku had let go of her, rolled over and had fallen back to sleep.

Don't you just love it when guys are so unromantic? I certainly don't.