I don't own Inuyasha ;(

Dreaming

Sango clutched her boomerang, sliding back as she gave into its momentum. The youkai, a strange looking creature that seemed mostly claws and fangs on one large twisting body, lunged for her. She readied herself for another swing when a sword split the youkai in two, lightshining fromthe two halves as they continued to squirm.

"Kazaana!" With that the halved youkai was sucked into the black hole in the houshi's hand. He quickly rewrapped it, slinging the rosary over it with an ease that had come with practice. Sango watched him out of the corner of her eye. If she didn't the monk would take advantage of the fact that one of her hands was occupied with holding the hiraikotsu, and she also disliked bringing said object down on his head for fear it might really damage him. Not that that stopped her when she was really angry, but it was best to avoid the situation altogether.

"Ew."

Sango looked up to Kagome sidestepping bits of demon goop that had not made it into the monk's Kazaana. Sango shook her head slightly. As a taijiya, she was used to seeing much more gruesome scenes than this. Especially when it came time to harvest the bones from demon corpses. Not only did the things look bad, but they usually smelled worse. Once, her father told her that the masks the exterminators wore was not to counteract poisons, but to make sure no one died of demon stink.

Kirara shrank back down to kitten size and Sango pulled her kimono back on over her taijiya clothing.

Miroku had been so disappointed when he realised she didn't have to actually take off any clothing to change into her outfit. Even if he couldn't see anything, Sango knew he enjoyed imagining her take her clothes off, the lecher.

Sango felt a blush spread on her cheeks.

The perverted houshi was getting to her. The concentrated lechery on only her was actually kind of touching, especially since she was able to anticipate and prevent Miroku from really touching. Sighing, she picked up her hiraikotsu, shouldering its weight easily, training and experience giving her strength.

She had always known she would hunt demons. Demon hunting was a long tradition handed down from generation to generation in her village, and no one knew exactly how long her people had been doing it. Nearly everyone trained at least a little. As one grew, other options were offered, such as healing, or the occasional miko would be born. As a child, the members of her village would pick a weapon and use that same weapon for the rest of their lives. If they were exceptionally skilled, they would sometimes be allowed to train with two, assuming they had mastered their first. She had just been given her short sword when her village had been attacked...and everyone in it slaughtered. As it was she hardly ever used the short sword, and only as a last resort if she could not reach the hiraikotsu. She did not have the time to properly train herself in the use of another weapon, and would not shame the maker of it by using it poorly.

Sango thought about her present circumstances and shook her head, smiling slightly. A taijiya traveling with a demon and a half demon. She had been taught that there were some demons with minds of their own, not bent on the destruction of others, but had never expected to meet or become friends with one, and with a half demon as well. Of course, she had also never expected to meet a lecherous monk or a girl from the future. This entire journey was slightly surreal, but as serious as life. Her slaughtered village would be avenged. She would get Kohaku, the brother Naraku had stolen from her several times over, back, and alive, without his existence tied to a jewel shard. Whenever she had seen her brother the jewel sparkled tauntingly in his back, reminding her of all she had lost, and all she had left to lose.

The curse of a tainted jewel shard in her brother, the only thing sustaining his life, and the curse of a vacuum in Miroku's hand, a threat to the monk's life. Unless Naraku was stopped, neither would survive.

"Kirara, what do you think? Are you going to chomp on Naraku when we've defeated him?" She said to the fire cat. Kirara whined, shaking her furry head. Sango laughed.

Naraku, a strange creature made of spare part of youkai who oozed miasma, did not sound like a yummy snack, even to a fire cat that ate demons for breakfast on a regular basis.

"Sango! Over here!" Sango ran to Kagome, who was waving. From the looks of it, they had planned to stop her for the night. A fire crackled and a small pot was boiling water. Inuyasha, ramen in hand, was glaring at the water, as if the heat of his gaze would make it hotter that much faster.

"A watched pot never boils." Kagome said.

"What?" Inuyasha said uncomprehending. Sango shook her head. Even Shippou was snickering at Inuyasha. The hanyou was just...startlingly obtuse sometimes.

"What Kagome means to say," Miroku started smoothly, "Is that menacing the pot of water will not make it boil faster."

"I know that." The hanyou scowled. "Quit laughing, runt!"

"KA-GO-ME!" The little fox youkai cried, covering the rapidly forming bump on his head.

Sango smiled at her friend's antics. Their habits and quirks had long since become familiar to her, but never ceased to make her smile. She was glad to have found them, despite all difficulties, past and present. Each with their strengths and weaknesses, good sides and bad habits, and while they never could replace her village, they gave her a place in the world. Picking up Kirara and holding her in her lap, she petted the fire cat absently.

Sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.

Sango looked to her right. Miroku was looking in another direction entirely, watching Inuyasha chase Shippou, an amused smile on his face. Sango looked into the flames, pretending to ignore the houshi.

Scoot. Scoot. Scoot.

Sango looked back at Miroku.

"Houshi-sama."

"Sango." He said with a smile. "Lovely night, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"But not as lovely as you." Sango rolled her eyes. She wondered if Miroku actually expected anyone to bear his child with lines like that. Although, Miroku only seemed to be horrible at flirting when he was with her, so she liked to take that as a sign of his feelings for her.

"Thank you, houshi-sama." She said graciously.

Scoot.

Miroku was now sitting right next to her. Kirara stretched bared fangs at Miroku silently, and went to go lay closer to the fire. Sango rested her hands on the ground, feeling the cool grass. She almost jumped when Miroku laid his hand over hers.

"My dear Sango-" Miroku leaned close. "Would you do me the honor of...being my wife?"

Sango gaped.

"Y-y-y-your wife?" She exclaimed. It was too good to be true. There was no way in the world Miroku, the infamously lecherous monk, would actually pose a question that didn't involve her flat on the ground, and instead involved her fully clothed, in several layers of white kimono. It had to be a trap….

"Naraku..." She growled, reaching for her boomerang, looking around. "I know its you!"

"Sango! SANGO! Wake up!"

Sango woke up to find herself standing, holding her hiraikotsu over Miroku's head menacingly. The houshi was looking at her with a slightly panicked expression.

"…As you can see, Naraku's not here…please put that down" He squeaked out.. Sango shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, and then looked at the monk. "You were yelling in your sleep about Naraku. Did you have a nightmare?"

"Er….." She started. Nope, definitely not a nightmare, but definitely too good to be true. She would have to slap a lot of perverted brain cells dead before Miroku would ever ask that question. "I'm fine, Houshi-sama." She looked around. The others were sleeping peacefully, lying on the ground. Shippou was curled up by Kagome, Inuyasha nearby, ears twitching.

"When did I fall asleep?" Sango asked, slightly disoriented.

"When we were sitting by the fire. Kagome told me not to touch you, so I just let you lean on my shoulder." Miroku explained.

"...I see." Sango smiled. At least Miroku wasn't that perverted.

Then she felt something brush across her bum lightly.

"HOUSHI." Miroku backed away at murderous tone.

"...I resisted as long as I could." the monk's tone was as feeble as his excuse.

"What was that noise?" Shippou rubbed his eyes. A series of loud thumps and crashes woke him up.

"The hentai houshi is getting his comeuppance. Go back to sleep runt." Inuyasha said, turning over and wrapping a blanket around his ears to block out the sounds of a thorough beating.

Only five stories left in this series, folks! Thanks to everyone who's been reading, and once again, review! Please? Pretty please? If I see a review or two, I'll update within the next week, cause its my spring break, otherwise I'll just spend it on whipping my other story into shape so I can start posting that when I'm done with Beads...

Btw, changed my name cause I got rid of my old email address, and its just easier for them to match in my mind...plus I like the concept of wabisabi.