The Lift
The whole group looked at each other. They were ready to go back to Kaede's, to bring Shippou and Kirara a medicine from Jinenji. Unluckily their destination was quite a way away and after a fight with a youkai the previous day Sango couldn't walk because of a twisted ankle.
Inuyasha was glaring at Sango's feet, as if desiring noshing more to maim them.
"I think we can move fast back if we run," Kagome sighed.
"You won't keep up," Inuyasha pointed out matter-of-factly and earned a scowl.
"You'll carry me, duh!" the miko said. Miroku gave an enthusiastic nod and presented his back to the rest of the group.
"Yes," he said, looking back at them. "And I can carry the lovely Sango, so she won't have to stand on her delicate foot."
Sango bit her bottom lip as she looked at Kagome, already standing behind a squatting hanyou, who's eyes were shining with hope for moving already, and a monk, his eyes shining with hope, but of a different kind.
Ten minutes later Inuyasha was running, grumbling under his breath. He wasn't fooling anyone, everyone knew he was glad that they were nearing home and their unhealthy companions. Miroku was running beside him, keeping up somehow.
"I still don't understand why the both of you decided to ride on his back," Miroku complained. "I am perfectly capable of carrying a lovely maiden as far as it is needed."
"And fondling her all the way. We'll pass," Kagome said and turned her head to smile at Sango, both girls seated on the huge boomerang carried by their hanyou friend, just like the first time they had met. Sango blushed and patted Inuyasha's shoulder awkwardly.
"Thanks for the lift, Inuyasha," she said quietly. "I owe you one."
"Keh!"
A/N; Poor Miroku, for some reasons in almost all my Barks oneshots he gets nowhere with Sango because of his lecherous ways. I plan on writing some more shippy-steamy stuff with them later on, so don't lose hope, fellow MirSan shippers!