This is just something that came to mind one night. I'm taking a break from my other stories to write this one. Its R rated for hentai scenes, which will come later. Well anyway, read on. Only hope it's amusing enough.

And I'm still considering changing my name, but only ever so slightly.

I do not own Inuyasha or anything even slightly related to it. It belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, genius that she is.
-Randall Flagg2

(1)

SLAP!

The sound of a demon hunter's hand colliding savagely with a certain monk's face echoed throughout the forest. It was nothing new, at least not to one who knew how these two being interacted.

"You hentai!" Sango yelled as Miroku rubbed the stinging spot on his face. "Do you ever learn?"

Miroku smiled warmly, as if the slap were nothing. "Come now Sango, it's just my way of expressing my affection for you!" he laughed.

The laugh did nothing to calm Sango's temper. "Is that how you relate to everybody then? I don't think I can even count how many women you've 'expressed yourself' too!" That hit Miroku unlike anything. It wasn't like Sango to get this angry. He must have pushed her close to her breaking point.

Miroku tried to soothe the demon hunter as best as he could, although he knew it was probably pointless. "If it makes it any better Sango, I'll try not to do it again." he said. Miroku stopped when he noticed something else.

"Are those… tears in her eyes?" Miroku thought. "Did I hurt her that badly?"

"Women, women, women, it's all you think about Miroku!" Sango rasped. "Every single day, it's the same thing!" Sango's voice began to crack. "Sometimes I wonder if any woman really matters to you. Do they Miroku? Do they at all? Or do you just care about touching them?"

Miroku took a step forward. "Sango please, I didn't mean too." he said, trying to reassure her.

Sango turned away from him. "Forget it, you've done enough." she said, fighting back the tears for the last time. As she stormed back to camp, Miroku could hear whimpers. No, no it wasn't whimpering. It was sobbing. Sango was in tears.

Miroku stood where he was for quite some time. For once, he actually felt bad about his lecherous ways. He admitted it, he was a pervert of the highest degree, but his ways had never had this effect. He had never seen Sango, or any woman for that matter, so upset over his touchy feely techniques. It was new. And it did not feel good.

Miroku had apparently lost track of the time, since it was sunset. Sango was long gone. Gathering up his staff, he headed back to camp, hoping to see Kagome and the others. He would have to apologize once he got there.

(2)

By the time Miroku got back to camp, it was close to night. Shippo had most likely gone to bed and Kagome was probably getting ready for bed. Inuyasha of course, was sitting on the ground with his back against a tree. His face bore the usual sour expression that always seemed to be plastered to his face. He didn't seem tired in the least. Judging from how angry he looked (although that was most of the time), Kagome had just sat him again. Sango was nowhere to be seen. Setting down his staff, Miroku approached Inuyasha.

"Hello Inuyasha. You wouldn't by any chance know where Sango is, would you?" he asked.

"How should I know?" Inuyasha said sourly. "She was making such a fuss when she got here, that I just decided to leave."

"What do you mean?"

Inuyasha's voice lost the anger that had previously been in it. "I don't know what the hell was going on. When she got back here, she was bawling her eyes out. Kagome went to her and tried to calm her down, but she was crying so hard that she was having trouble speaking. Even Shippo and Kirara couldn't calm her down. I decided to just stay away and listen from afar."

"And what did she say?" Miroku asked, growing more interested.

"She eventually stopped crying enough to talk. She said she was sick of your perversions around women and that she didn't even want to see you anymore. After that she just lost it completely and she eventually fell asleep. Kagome helped her into a sleeping bag and that's all I know of the whole thing."

Now Miroku felt sorry for this then anything he had ever felt sorry for in his life. For Sango to have a breakdown like this meant she really was fed up with him.

Miroku reflected on the whole thing. He could not really count how many times he had felt on her over the course of time that he had known her.He admitted, he was sort of shameless when it came to this thing, but he wasn't a bad person, was he? Who had not gotten a lustful thought about a woman from time to time? Well, from time to time was not the case with him. Constantly was the appropriate term in his case.

Furthermore, he had been doing this to Sango for some time in spite of all the strain she had been under. She had seen her friends and family slaughtered for goodness sake, and the killer had been her own brother who had been possessed by a demon that they had been for so long trying to destroy. And to top it off, her brother was now under control of their enemy. All this would have made almost anyone else crack, but Sango had been trained to slay demons and she, like many in this time period, had seen things that could send others mad. All this made her all the more stronger, and able to cope with her problems, but for how much longer?

"Are you gonna stand there all fucking night?" Inuyasha screamed, the anger returning as quickly as it had come. Miroku snapped back to attention.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." he said apologetically.

"Well think somewhere else! I can't sleep with you standing there all night!" With a huff, Inuyasha closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Even in his sleep he looks angry." Miroku whispered. Inuyasha's ears twitched suddenly and Miroku thought for a moment that he had heard him, but then Inuyasha stilled again and Miroku calmed down. Judging from the amount of venom in Inuyasha's voice, Miroku had a feeling that Inuyasha would have gone upside his head if he had heard him. He did not want that, not that he couldn't handle Inuyasha on his own.

Miroku sat down and sighed. There had to be someway that he could make amends to Sango. No, forget that. Apologies were meaningless if you just did what you had promised not to do again. There had to be something he could do.

"If only there was a way I could do this without getting in trouble. Some way that I could do it in secret, then maybe-"

Then it hit him. In secret, of course! If he could do it in a way that did not involve detection, he could satisfy his urges and not get into trouble, he could win both ways! All he had to do was apologize and then find a way to peek and touch behind Sango's back and voila! It was as easy as pie.

Then another point hit him: How exactly could he go unnoticed? There had to be a way. Invisibility was out of the question. It was impossible for humans and demons and while ghosts could be as invisible as the wind, they were dead and Miroku did not intend to die just yet. Maybe he could make a potion and… no, that wouldn't work either. Such a potion was most likely not possible. So what could he do?

Then it came to him: A transformation. It seemed to be the only possible way.

He got up and went to find Shippo. He had an idea, but wasn't sure if it would work.

END OF CHAPTER ONE.

Anyway, I know it's sort of short, but it will get better. Summer is coming to a close… Oh well, it's been fun. Until we meet again.

-Randall Flagg2