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Review Responses
Itsa Mia: So would have mine. I don't think I'll be having a niece any time soon though (considering my brother hasn't had a date on his pathetic eighteen years on this planet). In fact, I'll probably end up having my own daughter sooner than I have a niece.
Peine: Why thank you! I wouldn't exactly call them precious (mostly because I'm a dude) but I'm glad you like them. And I've had a lot of practice writing Sango and Miroku, so I'm glad it has paid off! And can you blame Kohaku? I'd probably wring the neck of the father of my sister's child had I found out under those circumstances.
Demon Exterminator Barbie: A five paragraph essay? Oh how do you manage? Incase you can't tell I'm being sarcastic. I don't know what year you are, but I'm a junior in high school. Try thirty multiple choice problems and three essays in English! My English teacher is a nice woman, but she gives so much work! I'd rather perform the twelve labors of Hercules! The only day I have three exams though is Thursday, so I guess both our exams even out to the same level of difficulty/work. I hope you did well!
Kiwi Wings: Nope. Kohaku is worse with names than I am. I've got to stop waking up in bed with girls I don't know. Just kidding! But seriously, I'm terrible with names.
Bubbles: Thanks for the compliment! I always think I've been on okay writer, but nothing special. As for the reunion between Miroku and Sango, I thought it was a bit understated…but what do I know? I can't even read this story objectively since I'm the author and all.
Itsa Mia: I'm crazy about annoying little kids! I have three of them for cousins after all.
Princess Stephanie: Yeah, Rin can always manage to annoy Sesshomaru to do her bidding! And of course Kagome and Inuyasha will take forever to hook up! Kagome is a ditz and Inuyasha is as stupid as they come!
What's A Good Name: Really? I never really understood the knuckle counting. Oh well. I'll make sure to get it right next time.
Chapter Ten: Pros and Cons of Freeing a Slave
Miroku was quickly beginning to find the bad sides of Kohaku's revival and return. For starters, since he lived with Sango and himself, he and his wife never had any time alone. It was hard enough with a daughter, but now that Miroku's brother-in-law was shacking up with them, the three-room hut wasn't quite accommodating enough for all four. Also, Kohaku was constantly asking questions about his past, half of which it was up to Miroku to answer. Miroku didn't blame him for this, like it was his fault Naraku erased his memories, but it was beginning to feel like explaining death to a small child. The only subject Kohaku had not come across was his mother and father, which Miroku assumed was for the best. Neither he nor Sango wanted to be the one to tell him he killed his own father and the cream of the Demon Extermination Corps. On the positive side, Kohaku was excellent with Haruko, taking a bit of weight of Miroku and Sango's shoulders. In addition, Kohaku had begun to see Miroku as an actual brother, opposed to family that was forced upon him. Right now however, neither Kohaku nor Haruko was around. Miroku always the opportunist, decided to capitalize off this rare chance.
"Hey." he greeted Sango, embracing her by the waist from behind. "Where are the other two?"
"They went with Inuyasha and Kagome to the well, to see Kagome off." Sango replied.
"Damn". Miroku cursed silently. "Not enough time to make anything of it." Of course that didn't mean Miroku wouldn't try to make anything of it."Again? Is it just me or does he see Kagome off every time she goes home?"
Sango smiled broadly. "I believe he does. Looks like somebody has a bit of a crush."
"You think so?" Miroku asked. "A little too old for him Kagome is, don't you think?"
"Of course, but Kohaku is smart enough to figure that out. Not to mention Inuyasha would tear him limb from limb." Sango added.
"I can't say I blame him. But forget about that. Seeing that we're here alone…" Miroku began.
"No. What if they walk in on us?" Sango brought up.
Damn. Was he that predictable? "Then let's go somewhere else! A man like me can only go so long without it! Besides, you know you want to." Miroku whispered huskily into her ear.
"I know, but I don't want to soil the eyes of our daughter or my brother. We'll have other opportunities you know." Sango scolded him. "And we can't leave; we don't want Kohaku and Haruko to wonder when they get back."
"Haruko is not old enough to figure that out!" Miroku continued. "When exactly will we have other opportunities?"
"If she takes after her father she'll figure it out." Sango remarked snidely.
"Then aren't you glad we had a daughter? And when will we have other opportunities?" Miroku repeated.
"I don't know but I'm sure they'll come up." Sango explained.
"Alas, you are too cruel. How could you bring such a fate upon your own husband, who's been nothing but good to you?" Miroku said dramatically, putting a hand over his heart.
"Are you joking? What about the hundreds of women you've asked to bear your child?" Sango reminded him. "That doesn't qualify as being good to your wife, thank you very much."
"Ah, but dear Sango, that was long before we were engaged to be married." Miroku objected.
"So? I was still in love with you!" Sango argued back.
"Then you should have said something."
"As if it wasn't obvious! You should've just listened to Kagome." Sango stated.
"Well, you always denied you loved me."
"Be that as it may, was it not clear I was lying?"
"It was." Miroku said with a grin. "But I'm beginning to think you were telling the truth. If you loved me, you'd let me."
"Oh, don't be so melodramatic." Sango lamented, rolling her eyes.
"If that's how you're going to be, I'll have to make you." Miroku threatened.
"You wouldn't so dare!" Sango replied defiantly.
"Just watch me!" Miroku said, picking her up the same way he did when they got married.
"Put me down this instant!" Sango tried to yell through her laughter. She wasn't exactly struggling to get out of his arms either.
Miroku dropped her…right onto the futon. "As my lady wishes."
"Miroku honestly…" Sango didn't get to finish as Miroku took his place on top of her.
At that moment, Haruko and Kohaku were returning home from their journey to the well. They happened to be greeted by a very disturbing scene. Kohaku, feeling it was his duty as her uncle instantly covered Haruko's virgin eyes. "This is so not for young viewers."
"What's happening? I wanna see!" Haruko complained.
"No you don't." Kohaku assured her.
Haruko's complaint and Kohaku's objection were loud enough to inform the two adults of the arrival of the two younger. "Kohaku!" Sango shrieked in surprise, being rather loud herself. "Haruko? When did you two get back?"
"Nothing. Never. We were just leaving." Kohaku answered all befuddled as he dragged his niece away from the scene of the crime.
"You don't have to." Sango added.
Kohaku took this the wrong way and denied the offer. "No, we didn't mean to interrupt any…err…thing you two might be doing. And we definitely don't want to see."
"That's a lie! I want to see! What's going on? Mommy, make Kohaku stop!" Haruko continued to wail.
Kohaku and Haruko were already out of the picture, almost to Kaede's. Sango gave Miroku a frosty glare. "I told you something like that would happen!"
"Well it wouldn't have, had you not delayed me so long?" Miroku argued as he barred the door to their house with both Harikotsu and his staff. "There. That should fix our little problem."
Sango could not believe Miroku's persistence. "If you think I'm going to have sex with you after what just happened, you are stupider than I thought!"
"You say that as if you weren't good and ready ninety seconds ago."
Sango had no clever comeback this time. "Fine, you win."
A/N: Ending it here. I don't do lemons. If you're really as sick minded as to want a lemon, go watch some porn. I may be almost as perverted as Miroku, but even I have my limits. Here's a readers poll. How many more chapters do you think I should have in this story? Review with your opinion, because to be frank, I'm running out of ideas.