Title: An Innocent Misunderstanding
Disclaimer: If I owned InuYasha, the parings would be far more satisfactory.
Rating: PG ( K+ ) – for lascivious behavior, a lot of self-preserving BS, and just a touch of violence. (maybe it should be PG-13...? ; )
Challenge: Feeling
Words: 492

"N-now Sango-sama," Miroku backed away in wary retreat, holding both palms up in a placating appeal to her mercy. "Let's not overreact to an innocent misunderstanding."

Sango hoisted her boomerang higher in preparation to strike. A vein throbbed in her furrowed brow. "An 'innocent misunderstanding'?"

"Ooh, bad move, Miroku," Kagome called, playing spectator to the dangerously escalating situation from the safety of the groups shared campsite. She was boiling water for her own instant meal while InuYasha and Shippou inhaled their portions, dividing her attention between stoking the fire and watching Miroku pour gasoline over his.

"Thank you for your concern, Kagome-sama," Miroku glanced at her over his shoulder, sweat trickling down his face, drawing closer to the safety of the only party of innocent bystanders in over fifty miles. He returned his focus to Sango who was ablaze in her own fury. "Really, Sango-sama, there's no need for violence. I was...merely paying you my compliments."

"Oh?" her grip on the leather strap of her weapon tightened. "Then I'll have to thank you properly!"

Miroku had no time to move out of her warpath before the Hiraikotsu was released and he caught the enormous boomerang bone square in the chest. The force drove him backwards, stumbling over his own feet, and downward to the forest floor.

"Ungh!"

"Eek!"

'Nn...the landing was softer than I thought it would be,' the thought skittered across Miroku's oxygen-deprived brain as he fought to collect his breath from the impact. His hands – which had automatically extended to break his fall – squeezed two plush mounds of what he assumed to be some sort of soft moss. The mounds certainly smelled fresh and earthy, Miroku decided, burying his nose deep in between them.

"Ee! Miroku! Let go, you perv!"

Thwack.

At the squeal of horror and light smack to the back of his head, Miroku lifted his face from its pillowed safe haven. Kagome's gaze was lowered to meet his, eyes wide and affronted, face taut and flushed. Her chest swelled in his peripheral vision, pressed into his cheeks by his hands.

"Ah, Kagome-sama, I apologize," he couldn't resist giving her breasts another small squeeze. Another chance might never come along. "And please accept my thanks for breaking my fall. It was most...generous of you."

"Houshi..."

The monks attention was redirected yet again. This time to the business end of a transformed Tetsuseiga.

InuYasha was at the other end, barely holding the sword steady in hands trembling with fury. Sango stood behind him, Hiraikotsu at the ready, and shook with a similar rage.

Miroku gulped, but clung tightly to Kagome as the sharpened tip pressed into his throat. "You just gotta cop a feel, don't you?"

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I actually wrote this a couple days ago, but I wanted to see if I couldn't do something to fix it. In the end, I decided that this was just for fun (and practice) so it really didn't matter too much. Let me know what you think, though; commentary is much appreciated.

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