A.N.: This is a new thing for me. My first attempt at a story based entirely around Miroku and Sango. I always wondered if there was ever enough substance in that relationship for a story to be truly created around it. I have recently discovered the answer to this question. The answer is…Yes.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of InuYasha. Rumiko Takahashi owns it.

Chapter one:

It was a fairly typical morning. InuYasha was poking at the eggs kagome has made and asking for the ramen instead. There was some 'sit'age and some taunting by Shippo. Miroku simply leaned against a tree and looked on with an amused look on his face. Sango kneeled by the fire and sighed. This happened almost everyday like clockwork.

But, this morning was slightly different. This morning she had noticed Miroku staring at her. Now that was odd. And that look in his eyes seemed to smolder on her skin. It prickled up her back and she snapped her head around to look straight into his purple eyes. Those beautiful eyes went wide and quickly found a new subject to look at. Sango continued to stare at him strangely before refocusing her attention to InuYasha pummeling Shippo for taunting him. Kagome yelled again and wrenched the wailing kistune out of InuYasha's grasp.

Sango laughed. She couldn't help herself. The scene was just too fun to watch. The chaos and the height of some of Kagome's decibels was hilarious even if it was, on some level, rather monotone. After all, it was a nice way to live. The death of herfamily had been enough angst for one lifetime. Having a daily routine and normal, everyday occurrences was a calming idea, even if the scene in front of her wasn't very calm.

Miroku smiled. "When do you think those two will learn that they are meant to be together?" He asked quietly of Sango.

She looked up at him. "Why do you think they are? They might just be destined to be good friends." She answered with a huff.

He smirked at her. "Are we talking about InuYasha and Kagome or us now? Because I don't think you could look twice at those two and think they were meant to be anything other than lovers."

Sango turned beet red and frowned. "Stop implying things, monk. Not everything has to do with fornication." She stood up and stomped off, her hips making angry little swishes that set Miroku's heart to hammering.

He scoffed. "Women. So touchy." Kagome suddenly turned her anger on him.

"What did you say, houshi no ecchi?" She got right up in his face and glared. Miroku couldn't help but notice the way her breasts rose and fell quickly with fury. He gulped and looked in the direction Sango had run off in.

"I was commenting on Sango's little huff just a second ago. Not you, fair Kagome. Are such harsh words necessary?" He held up his hands in defense. Kagome glowered at him some more before stomping over to InuYasha and plopping down in a little huff that had the edges of her skirt rippling out and taunting Miroku with a glimpse of creamy white skin and blue silk undies. Why were angry women so damn desirable? That was when they were the most dangerous! Tears of frustration streamed down Miroku's face and he too left the encampment in search of peace and solitary consolement of his precious ego. Why did women try him so? If you got technical, it wasn't his fault he liked women so much. Look at his father and grandfather! Being a lecher was hereditary.

Miroku looked down at his cursed hand. Lechery was also the sole cause of his problems. Then his thoughts grew dark. He'd never heard stories about his great-grandfather being a lecher. He was supposedly chaste and pure, the way a Buddhist monk should be. His grandfather was the odd one. Then Naraku cursed him. Maybe the wind tunnel wasn't the only thing that was passed down through the curse. Maybe the lechery was as well.

Miroku growled in frustration. Damn Naraku! Damn him to hell! If he wasn't such a pervert, he might actually stand a chance of wooing the fair Sango. She was such a woman. And the only one for him in the long run.

"Miroku? Why did you leave camp?" The sweet sound of Sango's confused voice swam in his head. He turned to face her.

Sango stood before him with her hands on her hips in a sexy, feminine pose. God, he wanted her. "I was getting attacked by angry females. I ran off to smooth my ruffled feathers. Did you come looking for me?" He answered her and smiled.

Sango glared. "No, I didn't, and I hardly think your feathers can get ruffled just from two slightly upset women. You get smacked around all the time and you just take it with that lecherous grin of yours."

Miroku put a hand to his heart in mock hurt. "You wound me, dearest Sango."

"I'll wound something all right. Hurry up and get. InuYasha wants to get moving. I don't say I blame him. Come on." And with that, she turned and stomped off, not taking the time to see if he followed.

A.N.: First chapter complete. And it took me a really long time…sorry peoples…I have about five other stories in the works as well that I don't want to ignore. I think you can understand...eheh…