Moonlight Shadow

Chapter 5

I don't own Inuyasha

Sango slowly opened her eyes to look at her alarm clock. It was 6:45 am fifteen minutes earlier than she had to get up. Rolling onto her back Sango debated whether or not she should get up. If she chose to stay in bed, it would make it all the much harder to get up when the alarm actually went....but it felt so nice. Or she could get up and maybe actually have a proper breakfast, if she got up she could make pancakes....mmmmmm pancakes and now that she thought about it she also had some blueberries in the freezer. Sango smiled as her stomach grumbled, and thought, well I guess that makes up my mind, blueberry pancakes it is. Tossing the covers off her Sango slipped her sippers and housecoat on.

Walking into the kitchen she assembled all the ingredients she would require and then went to work preparing her favourite meal. Fifteen minutes Sango was finished her pancakes and just putting all the dishes into the dishwasher and wrapping up the excess pancake batter when there was a knock on her door. Walking over the door Sango, opened the door as much as the chain lock would allow. Miroku standing there grinning, what the hell was he grinning about. Reluctantly Sango unlocked the door and let him in. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?" she demanded turning her back on him counting on him to shut the door.

"Well, I smelled pancakes as I was passing by and thought I would drop in and see if I could snag an invitation for a plate," he said closing the door and taking his shoes off to follow her into the kitchen.

Shaking her head, Sango decided to humour him. "You're in luck, I was just about to put the batter away but if you really want some I'll cook you up a batch. How many?"

"Three or four," Miroku said pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Four it is," Sango replied turning her back to Miroku as she poured the batter onto the frying pan. "Now what are you grinning like a maniac for?"

"Might I say that you look very lovely this morning Sango," Miroku said trailing off.

"What do you mean, lovely?" Sango demanded rounding on him. Her eyes suddenly widened with shock and she glanced down at her extremely short Mickey Mouse boxers and equally revealing tank top. Gasping in horror Sango hugged her housecoat around her. "You PERVERT! Why didn't you tell me that I was still wearing my- these- this-"

"I believe I just did," Miroku said the grin remaining on his face. "And might I add that Mickey was my favourite ....... him and goofy."

Blushing with embarrassment, Sango said, "can you watch those for just a second?"

"Nope," Miroku replied. "I can never get my pancakes right if I do them myself. They always turn out gooey or burned," giving a theatrical shudder Miroku looked over at her. "And if you're embarrassed, don't be you're all covered up now, much to my distress I might add."

"You bloody pervert," Sango screeched. "Just how long were you looking!?"

"Once again you looked very lovely, very, VERY lovely," Miroku said taking a sip of his coffee.

"Considering I've killed 21 other vampires for lesser things, easily," Sango growled menacingly, "don't you think you're crossing the line of civility just a touch!"

"Well at least I'd be an even number, 22 very easily one of my favourite numbers," Miroku said nonchalantly.

Sighing with exasperation, Sango turned back to the pancakes. The minutes ticked by while Miroku happily slurped his coffee while admiring Sango's apartment, and Sango's blush lessened slowly until it was only a pink tinge when she served him his pancakes. Sango watched his eyes open wide with delight at the first bite. Chewing slowly like a little kid eating his favourite candy, Sango had to grin. "Good?" she asked.

"Amazing!" he exclaimed. Taking another enthusiastic bite. "I haven't tasted pancakes like these for a long time! How did you know that blueberry pancakes were my favourite?!"

"You too?" Sango asked. "I've always loved blueberry pancakes."

"I agree one hundred and twenty percent, blueberry pancakes are the food of the gods!" Miroku said shovelling another forkful into his already full mouth.

"Wooah, there Miroku," Sango laughed. "Take it easy, you're going to choke."

"You," Miroku said, "Sango are the best blueberry pancake-maker I have ever met! I'll have to stop by more often!"

"Yeah, whatever," Sango replied getting to her feet. "Now I'm going to get changed and I don't want you to leave that chair until I'm back. Got that?"

Looking from her face down to his plate heaped with inviting pancakes, and then back to Sango's face Miroku said, "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

Shaking her head Sango walked into her bed room and after making sure that her door was locker she changed into a pair of tight jeans and pink halter top. Unlocking her door she walked into the bath room and put her hair up into a high pony-tail, applied her make up. Grabbing her favourite jean jacket of the back of her chair, Sango made sure that all her knives were secure before she walked back into the kitchen where Miroku was happily finishing up the last bite of his pancakes. Sitting back in his chair, Miroku contentedly patted his stomach. "That was good," he said simply standing up and loading his dishes into the dishwasher. "You ready to go?"

Nodding Sango, walked over to the door and put her shoes on. Miroku followed her and put his on too then grabbed his backpack and handed Sango hers. "Thank you," she said slinging it over her shoulder and holding the door open for him. Miroku walked out and Sango turned the main light switch off. Closing the door Sango made sure to lock it then tucked the key into her purse. Turning around she smiled at Miroku who was waiting at the top of the stairs for her. Frowning she opened her mouth to ask why they shouldn't take the elevator but Miroku said "the elevator's broken."

Staring at him Sango said disbelieving, "are you saying that you climbed 21 flights of stairs for the chance of getting pancakes!?"

"Pancakes, even the chance of getting them, is worth anything!" Miroku grinned and started down the stairs.

Sango broke out laughing, at his remark and was shocked as she realized that this was the first time she had laughed since her family had been killed. Kagome is right, Miroku is different. He's so different he's special..." Shaking her head at her thoughts Sango rushed to catch up.

Kawaii!!!!!! I just love blueberry pancakes don't you! Well hoped you all like the chapter. Very fluffy stuff, Please review with thoughts, comments, etc. Love ya all

Shamanic Destiny