A Question
Sango woke up and tried to stretch her limbs, but found it impossible. Surprised she opened her eyes and looked down.
Her wrists were tied with a ribbon and her legs were tied with her own obi. She frowned looking at the fabric tightly enbracing her legs from her knees to her ankles. Someone managed to sneak up on her and tie her - how enbaressing! 'Who would...?'
She heard giggles and looked to the side. Miroku was sitting there, his legs crossed. On both his knees were sitting their twin daughters, their son safely on his lap. All of them were smiling and looking at her. Well, all except the sleeping boy.
"What's that? Untie me at once!" she demanded. Her daughters shook their hands.
"Can't do it," they replied, giving her an impression of Inuyasha, especially because both of them crossed their arms in their sleeves just like him. 'Some girls spend too much time with uncle Inu...'
"Why?" Sango asked and tried to free her hands. It was in vain.
"You're not one asking questions here," Miroku grinned and nodded to the girls. "Girls, bring soft cushions."
"Cushions?" Sango asked as their daughters ran to the far corner of the room to bring two pillows. Then they poked their mother, giggling.
"Confess!" they exclaimed. "Confess!"
"Confess what?" Sango asked, quite surprised by this demand.
"Um..." the girls looked at their father as if they had forgot the purpose of the game. He smiled.
"Where is the cookie jar," he reminded them.
"Exactly! Where's the jar? Confess!" they turned to Sango and poked her again. "Or we'll poke you till the lunchtime!"
"If you don't confess we have feathers to giggle you until you tell us where the swets are," Miroku added and winked.
"You can't break a youkai slayer," Sango stated proudly and looked at the twins. "Do your worst the secret of the jar will never leave my mind!"
"Girls, what does that mean?" Miroku asked, his voice playful. While the twins were turned his way, thinking, Sango grinned at her husband.
"Feathers!"