A/N: Next chapter…watch it…I'm drugged up on Ibuprofen…momentarily…but think it wore off so I'm not real sure what it is I'm drugged up on now…o.O

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Chapter Two

Miroku had been named "pack mule" for the day and was struggling with Kagome's big backpack as well as Sango's boomerang. He was also slowly rolling Kagome's bike alongside of him. He looked very unhappy.

InuYasha hung back with Miroku, feeling sorry for invoking the wrath of the women. Shippô rode in the basket of the bike. Kagome and Sango were talking and laughing, and leading the group.

"We're both doomed you know." InuYasha whispered to Miroku. Miroku quirked an eyebrow.

"Why do you say so?" He whispered back.

InuYasha looked over to the girls and then turned back again. "Because one of us will always be in trouble. Let's face it. Those two have way too much control over us. You don't have a subduing charm on you but Sango still manages to get you all bent out of shape." Miroku hated to admit it…but InuYasha was right.

"Are you two conspiring back there? Cut the chitchat. I sense a jewel shard nearby." Kagome had stopped and turned to stare back at the boys. InuYasha promptly forgot Miroku's plight and bounded off in the direction Kagome had indicated. Sango grabbed her boomerang from him and bounded off with Kagome. Miroku was left to plod after them, grumbling the whole way about bloody injustices.

In the end, the jewel shard carrier didn't turn out to be much. It was just a catfish that had had the unfortunate pleasure of swallowing a little shiny pink piece of what it had thought was gravel. It had been turned into the catfish of doom with 3-inch long teeth and a penchant for trying to breath on land. They found it floundering on the bank of the river and had promptly made it into a rather tasty dinner, along with three of it's ordinary brothers.

Miroku leaned back against a tree and sighed. It had been a hard day, and as Sango swayed over to him, slightly inebriated, he felt like it was about to get harder.

"Hi, Miroku." She giggled as she sank down next to him. "Are you still hungry?"

He gulped and chuckled. "No. The fish was really filling. Very good fish." Sango giggled wildly at this.

'I wasn't talking about fish!" She exclaimed and then gasped. "InuYasha! Where'd you get that Sake! It's making me loopy!" She yelled over the camp area at him. She didn't move from where she was sitting.

Miroku knew there was nothing wrong with the Sake. He'd had some too but not nearly as much as Sango, and she never held her alcohol well. He watched her red face as she blushed in mortification at what she has said.

"I didn't mean to say that, Miroku. Forgive me." She apologized and her bottom lip puffed out slightly. She was so desirable at that one moment, Miroku had a hard time not taking advantage of her inebriated state.

"I forgive you." He croaked and stood up. "Excuse me." Miroku bowed lightly and walked away. Sango stared after him. She stood up and caught herself, mid-sway, on the tree.

"Miroku! Wait for me!" She skittered away after him with a slightly drunken stagger.

Kagome and InuYasha didn't really notice. Kagome was in the same state as Sango and InuYasha wasn't being as chivalrous as Miroku was attempting to be.

Speaking of whom, he took a slight detour and sought to relieve himself in private. No sooner had he readjusted his robes and started off again, then Sango came through some trees and spotted him.

"Miroku!" She cried and threw herself at him. He caught her. So many of his little fantasies were fulfilled in that moment. "Why'd you go away?" She looked up at him and smiled. Sweet Buddha, she was gorgeous.

So pretty.

Lips.

Eyes.

Nose.

Miroku was insane. He pulled her to him and kissed her softly. When he backed off she giggled.

"Wow" Was what she said. Miroku nodded and she pulled him down to kiss him again. Her lips touched his and heat buoyed up between them. The kiss went deeper and Miroku ran his hand down the curve of her back to settle on her hip.

The power and force behind that kiss had Sango's head fogging and the effects of the Sake ebbed away. Suddenly her head was as clear as a bell and fully aware of who's tongue was currently in her mouth.

Sango pushed him away and stood gasping for breath. Her cheeks were bright pink. "How dare you take advantage of me! Stay away from me from here on out!"

Miroku suddenly got angry. "Hey! You were the one coming on to me! That kiss was entirely you! Well, at least it was started by you. Don't start what you can't finish, Sango."

"I was drunk! How could you take such advantage of me when I'm not in my right mind? You're more of a lecher than I knew!" She yelled at him venomously.

Miroku lunged and grabbed a hold of her wrists. "Look, Sango, I'm no hero. I like women. I like you much more than I like any other woman I've ever come in contact with. When you throw yourself at me like that what do you expect me to do? It would take someone either with an immovable will of steel or an unnatural dislike of women to hold themselves back when a gorgeous woman throws themselves at them. I'm not the strongest man in the world! I don't have that kind of fortitude!" He yelled back accusingly. "What kind of man do you want me to be!" Wait…that one came out wrong.

Sango blinked tears from her eyes and looked straight into Miroku's, sparkling with confusion and anger. "What kind of man do I want you to be?" She repeated. "I…I don't know. I think I'd rather you not grope me all the time. For you to be sweet and kind. To help me when I need it. I guess I want you to be everything you're not." The sadness in her voice and the despair in her eyes sent a very blunt sword through Miroku's heart. He let go of her wrists and wiped a stray tear from her cheek.

"I can't even put into words how sorry I am that you feel that way and that I'm not the perfect guy for you. Go back to camp, Sango. I'll try not to get in your way again." He back away from her and gave her a light bow.

She sniffled. He was being so sweet right now. How dare he give her a reason to feel guilty and rude. He was nothing but a lecher! At least, she hoped, there wasn't anything deeper she had to figure out about him.

She turned and ran back to camp, unable to keep back the tears his gentle finger had just wiped away. Miroku watched her go and sat down with a sigh. Sango was just too complicated. Still, he had reached some hidden part of her tonight. If only he could continue to reach her. Sango was the one woman worth loosing his life over. And, damnit, his life was a precious commodity.

A/N: Whew…finished that chapter. Took forever…-.-…I hope you peoples love on me with the reviews…