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Disclaimer: Nope, not yet. I just want Sesshy.

All of sudden Sango felt herself being picked up and carried off somewhere. Sesshoumaru had some difficulty in picking up the girl with one arm, yet he managed. He kept most of her weight hugged close to his chest as he concentrated on keeping his balance. Normally, the girl wouldn't have weighed so much, but he had to make do with what he had, no thanks to his baka brother. Scared, she kept her eyes closed, not wanting whomever it was carrying her to know that she was awake. As she was being taken to some foreign place, she heard rustling and a quiet voice she just barely recognized.

"Rin, I'll be back soon. Ah-Un, keep an eye on her," he said as he turned and walked away.

Feeling very afraid of what he was going to do, she clenched eyes tighter. Sensing her fear, he laid her down on the riverside's soft grass. As soon as she felt her body being placed upon the ground, she sat up and saw Sesshoumaru starring at her. "Wh-what am I doing here? With you?" Sango began, as her hand went instinctively toward her sword. "Why is it that you didn't toss me in the river, or kill me?" She didn't understand; he was treating her like a person and not like his enemy.

"Where are your friends, taijiya? Why are you here alone?"

"My-my friends? I-I well—" she couldn't finish for the flushing heat rising from her cheeks. Just as she solemnly thought of the last thing she could remember. She was in the woods when Jakotsu approached them. "Miroku—" she began. "How could he? With him?" She closed her eyes and forced herself not to cry. Feeling upset, she tried to ignore how angry she was at Miroku. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and actually noticed who was sitting beside her. Not thinking clearly, she took note of the enticing youkai next to her.

Sango reached her hands toward him, wanting to rake her fingers through his gorgeous silvery hair that seemed forever flowing downing his back. And the way his bangs parted ever so slightly; it was just enough to show off his blue crescent moon marking in the middle of his forehead. Besides Inuyasha, she had never seen anyone, youkai or not, with the silvery hair the inu-brothers had. Never had she taken such a closer look of him before. One look at the magnificent youkai made her forget all thoughts of Miroku. She thought about one of the first times she saw him; and remembered how shocked she was to know that he wasn't on their side. Sometimes, she still couldn't believe that him and Inuyasha were brothers.

Reaching out to his long silver locks, he grabbed her arm and stopped her abruptly. "Do not touch this Sesshoumaru unless you have been asked to."

"Oh," the taijiya pulled her arm back and furiously blushed at the thought that just crossed her mind, glad that no one could read her mind. Being in his presence brought about emotions and thoughts she'd only had for Miroku. Biting her lips and sighing to herself she remembered who she was. She was Sango, the demon exterminator. She had a job to do; she had to help her friends find the rest of the jewel shards in order to kill Naraku, avenge the deaths of her village, and find someway to get her brother back. She was fierce and dominating in her line of duty. No one had ever looked twice her way since she lacked the feminine appeal that villagers all seemed to wish she had. She would attract the attention of some of the villagers they visited when she was in her kimono, but in her taijiya outfit, the only one who ever paid her any mind was Miroku, and at the moment she could care less about him. "Woman-chaser," she thought to herself.

Sesshoumaru only had a vague idea of what she could be thinking as he watched her try to hide her blushing as she took back her arm. Something was bothering her, and he was in shock to realize that part of him actually cared to know. "Human, are you hurting anywhere?" He had to ignore whatever she was possibly thinking and return to matter at hand. Receiving no answer, he pointed out her bruises and bloody splotches that covered her clothing.

"I didn't really notice them. I noticed that I twisted my ankle, but that's about it. I'm not sure if it still hurts; I'd have to walk on it first, in order to tell."

"Wait here," he commanded her as he left and went into the direction of where camp had been set up. When he came back, she noticed there were a few things in his hand. He stared at her in contempt, wanting to help her in the way he would with his Rin. "Taijiya, strip."

"Hentai!" she exclaimed as she slapped him.

His hand quickly flew to the burning sensation that his left cheek now held, no thanks to her. "Stupid human," he growled. "When I said strip, I meant take off your clothing so you can bathe in the river. You do not want your blood to attract any youkai who may come within range. Even though your bruises are minor, I'm not sure if your body can handle anymore. Not with all the emotional injury you seem to be harboring."

With those last words, she stopped all argument she was getting ready to put forth. Does it really show? She wondered. Can he really tell that I'm upset? And so what if he does, he wants to kill Inuyasha But he also wants to kill Naraku. Maybe, just maybe I can convince him to join us just for a little bit, in order to kill Naraku. If we can kill Naraku, then maybe Jakotsu will die, and my houshi will come back to me.

"Here," Sesshoumaru commanded as he gave her the pieces of cloth he grabbed out of his traveling bag. He always kept a few in his traveling bag that was draped across Ah-Un's neck. Ever since Rin joined his travels, the necessities he needed to keep in the bag seemed to grow, especially seeing as how she tended to hurt herself quite frequently. Ah, but she couldn't help herself. She was a very adventurous child, and that was well expected of any pup who would belong to Sesshoumaru. A little adventure and exploration never hurt anybody, and if it did, when they recovered, they were only the better person for it.

Sango grabbed the two pieces of cloth and a smaller piece of white material from his hand and waited for him to leave. Making sure he was far behind the cover of the trees of the forest's border, she undressed and waded into the shallow part of the river. Taking the small cloth, she bathed her body as best she could, being mindful of the scrapes on her arm and legs. Enjoying the coolness of the water, she dunked her face in and smiled. It had been a long time since any of them had seen anything resembling a bath. Not since about a week or two ago, before they had caught onto Naraku's trail. And that had been quickly averted when they ran into Jakotsu.

Regretting how everything seemed to be turning out, she wished that she were still back with the group. And that Miroku was there as well, making their way to a new village, and listening to him tell his infamous tale of needing to perform an exorcism or cleanse the area of all evil, just to have some place nice to sleep. Oh how she missed it; bathing in the springs with Kagome and Shippo; always being wary of whether or not Miroku would try to peek. Oh Kami, I hope everyone is ok. I hope they're not too worried about me, or that stupid monk. I just hope that Kagome is taking good care of Kirara for me.

Getting annoyed of thinking about Miroku, she shook everyone out of her thoughts for the time being. She concentrated on the handsome youkai she was with, not quite sure if she were being held captive or if he really wanted to help her. Deciding it was time to get out before she caught a cold; she moved to leave, when she realized the state her clothes were in. Even if she tried to wash them in the river now, they'd be wet, she'd be even wetter, and she would most likely wind up with a cold.

As she got out of the river and dried herself with the larger cloth she had set aside, she noticed the white cloth she had tossed on the ground. Now curious, she went over to see what it was. A kimono. I wonder if this is his inner kimono. She gingerly put it on and noticed how well it fit her. It's like an evening kimono on me. The simple white cotton kimono came down to her knees. She twirled around feeling very happy. Wow, don't I look feminine. Too bad I don't have anyone to show it off to, she thought of Miroku. Well I guess in a way I do, even though he's not my first choice. Sango walked to the huge sakura tree where Sesshoumaru and the others were waiting.