A:N: Finally, I am back in action! Midterms are over and the gods are giving me plenty of free time to write to my heart's content. I just need inspiration bigtime. ^___^;;; Heh I am having major trouble continuing after the fourth chapter. How can I follow that up? Twas so much fun! But I must, for your sakes. .:glares:. So be grateful, damnit! ^__~ I kid, I kid. Ja ne!
Disclaimer: Oh come on! This is the fifth chapter, you guys should figure it out by now! I don't own InuYasha that right goes to Takahashi Rumiko. Who is all-powerful and holds the future of Sango/Miroku-ness in her hands. .:bows to Takahashi-sensei:. Oh, and guess what? I hate to be the bringer of spoilers, but KIKYOU DOES DIE! Yesss! ^______^ There is hope after all! I know this for I have seen it. OK, so, summary of what we have gone over here: Kikyou dies, everyone is glad because of it, and I don't own anything.
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40 Days and 40 Nights
Chapter 5
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"Thank you, Houshi-sama, for standing up for me before Kouga," Sango said quietly, turning scarlet at the memory. She wasn't embarrassed—far from it—in fact, she was flattered. And it just convinced her to keep on this path that she had started. She came up with an excuse quickly and cried out, "Oh! Excuse me, I think a button fell off of my shirt." With that, she gracefully bent down to reach her toes, fully aware that her short skirt was riding up her bottom.
Miroku, who was walking directly behind her, stopped moving. Just one grope wouldn't hurt would it? His hand reached out, when suddenly—
"Inuyasha, you pervert! How dare you stare at Sango-chan like that! OSUWARI!"
A thud echoed. Muffled curses filled the air from the dent in the ground that Inuyasha was facefirst in.
"OSUWARI OSUWARI OSUWARI OSUWARI OSUWARI OSUWARI-I-I-I-I!"
At this point Sango had risen back up and turned around to look at the four-and-a-half foot hole the hanyou was lying prone in, and Miroku cursed under his breath. A perfectly good chance to grope Sango—wasted. Was she deliberately trying to taunt him? What was going on?! "Pervert" he heard Sango growl from behind him. Instantly recognizing that tone, the houshi ducked next to an infuriated Kagome and a grinning Shippou.
Just as he suspected, Sango was radiating anger and was reaching for Hiraikotsu. Inuyasha picked up his head, obviously not seeing Sango. "Feh, Kagome, what the hell was that for?" he complained. "I was just—"
"Just what, pervert?" Inuyasha slowly looked up at a possessed-looking taiji-ya. She raised Hiraikotsu into the air.
Frozen, the hanyou could only stammer, "Sango, I wasn't doing anything—"
THWACK!
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"Serves you right, Inuyasha," Shippou said, poking the large bump on said hanyou's head. "You shouldn't have been staring at Sango like that."
Inuyasha swatted at the kitsune youkai, but desisted as Kagome opened her mouth as if to say the word. "I wasn't staring at her," he grumbled under his breath. "Kagome's just evil."
"Just what, Inuyasha?" Kagome said, venomously sweet. Inuyasha quickly closed his mouth. Sango resettled Hiraikotsu on her back and started walking next to Miroku. For some reason, the perverted houshi hadn't made any advances since yesterday. In fact, he'd been positively chaste towards her and Kagome.
"Houshi-sama, are you feeling alright?" she suddenly asked, turning towards Miroku. Shippou turned around to face them.
"Yeah, Miroku, you haven't groped Sango all day today," the kitsune chimed in. "What's wrong?"
Miroku laughed, lightly scratching his head. "Well, I just haven't had the opportunity today." He avoided Sango's gaze.
Shippou blinked. "That's not true, Miroku. Earlier this morning you could have groped her, and just now you had an opening. Why didn't you?"
Laughing again, Miroku "playfully" bopped Shippou on the head. "Be quiet, Shippou," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, leaning towards him. Sango wasn't supposed to know about this, and Shippou had a huge mouth. If he found out, the plan was doomed.
Shippou rubbed his head and, taking the hint for once, jumped back onto Kagome's shoulder. Sango blinked, having missed the comment whispered violently to Shippou by Miroku. What was his problem lately? All of this was for his benefit, and he was just ignoring her! Exasperated, she looked to the ground as Miroku turned his head to call out to Kagome and Inuyasha that this was a good stop to rest. Something caught her eye as the blur of purple robes ahead of her bulged slightly.
Sango gazed upward through her eyelashes—and her mouth nearly dropped to the ground.
Miroku apparently wasn't ignoring her advances as well as she had thought. Well, at least, his body wasn't in any case.
Sango's eyes immediately averted and she pulled her head up just as Miroku turned back around. Well, on Kirara's back I did feel him she thought, turning red again. He certainly hasn't been ignoring me. So why isn't he doing anything towards me? She sighed and plopped down on the ground. This is getting stranger and stranger as we go on, Sango thought miserably.
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Miroku took a deep breath, knowing exactly what his body was doing—again—and cursing that particular body part. Hopefully Sango hadn't noticed. If she had, this plan was doomed.
Apparently she was just driven today. The taiji-ya smiled seductively at him and said, "Houshi-sama, may I sit next to you?"
"Ah well er, Sango I don't particularly" He cleared his throat. "Yes," he croaked. Damn this wager anyway! Why did he need to fulfill it?!
To prove yourself to Sango. To prove to yourself that you can love her even without the lust.
But the lust is part of me! the inner Miroku whined. Without the lust, I cease to be Miroku!
Sango didn't seem to care about the inner Miroku's voice, though. She sat down beside him and sighed. Her legs sprawled out as she flopped backwards, her feet at his side. Miroku's eyes widened. OhBuddhaBuddhaBuddha he pleaded in vain.
"Houshi-sama, don't the days just grow monotonous?" Her voice floated up to his ears. The houshi had to avert his eyes. Her skirt was spread just wide enough to see her "panties", as Kagome had called them. (Of course, he hadn't asked. He'd overheard one time on a peeking venture.) And that would just have been too tempting. "I mean," she continued, "don't you wish something exciting would happen?"
Miroku's bulge grew considerably. His face reddened. "Eh, Sango, perhaps you should sit up"
"But houshi-sama!" Her voice held more than a hint of seduction and sexual overtones to it. "Are you telling me that you aren't enjoying every minute of this?"
Against his will, Miroku heard a "Yes" escape his lips.
Sango's legs widened marginally. "Then aren't you bored?"
Scarlet, he rose up. "You must excuse me, Sango," he managed to say, "but I must leave."
She finally sat up as he hurried off. "Damn you, houshi-sama!" she muttered. "Why aren't you taking the bait?"
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A:N: Indeed! Has the game just been risen to a new level? Or is Sango learning the ways of the tease? I don't know—why are you asking me? I don't write this story; it writes itself. But Miroku does seem to be having a hard time, ne? ^___^ Hopefully he will be comforted by the fact that we share his pain and we enjoy it. I'll deliver the message to him immediately. Well, review please! I'll love you forever and maybe even more ^___^;; Only in a platonic way, though. And now I'm rambling. So click that little purply-blue (or is it bluish-purple?) button, and I can get to writing the next chapter!
Sayonara,
Akai-Sakura