Chapter 33
A short mew from a certain twin tailed feline struck Sango out of her constant thoughts. Lately, the slayer didn't seem to be doing anything but. Those lingering feelings, thoughts, and dreams that never seemed to leave her alone, all at the start of the monk's kiss. She didn't regret it. Not one living second of it, but the dark thoughts just wouldn't fade. So many questions still ticked in the back of her mind. Like: 'Will it really change everything?' and 'Is he going to be true to me now?' and even 'Does everyone hate us for falling in love?'. It was possible. Even little Shippo was starting to avoid them now.
The slayer found herself not completely trusting the lecherous monk alone in a room with anyone else. But, would anyone with a lover like him? Still, it struck her as so odd when referring to him as a 'lover'. He hadn't declared it, she hadn't declared it. So were they really in such a relationship?
She shook her head, lowering her mahogany eyes to her long time pet and friend as the neko youkai climbed into her lap.
"Hello, Kirara." She murmured in a tiny voice of greeting before forcing the faintest of a smile over her trembling lips. It didn't convince the feline, knowing Sango far too long to be fooled by such a thing.
Kirara mewed one more, pushing the top of her furry head against the slayer's stomach, nuzzling her gently to snatch back her full attention. Sango only spared a quick glance at Kirara before slipping a hand into her velvety mane of tan fur that nestled around her neck. She worked her thin fingers between the pleasured neko's shoulder blades before sighing gently and snapping the little cat out of her trance.
Kirara gently pawed at her companion's arm, making soft sounds as an attempt to rise the slayer from her pessimistic thoughts.
"What do you think that monk's up to, right about now, Kirara?" She asked, unable to pry her thoughts from him. It was completely and utterly impossible. He would always just find his way back to her awaiting mind.
Kirara squeaked softly, wriggling from under Sango's light weighted hand to hop, suddenly, from her warm lap. The slayer's eyes flicked to the feline as she trotted up the grassy hill, pausing abruptly to mew to the slayer, urging her up and onward to follow.
"What's wrong?" Sango asked, slowly rising to her wobbly feet to trace the small neko's paw prints as she disappeared over the hill.
"Oh, wow…" She whispered to herself as her eyes danced over the village. The sun shown bright over the short huts and towering trees, making everything glow as if drenched in liquid sunshine. Including the gleeful people of the village who trotted around, kids swarming at their sides to tug and play at the material of their clothes. Their smiles made them glow even more so, if it was possible.
Another soft, ringing, squeak snapped the slayer back to reality and set her brown eyes down to Kirara once more, who sat at her feet in a relaxed position. She rose a small, charcoal paw to her muzzle and licked it softly before cocking her head and shooting her eyes near the side of the hut.
"What?" Sango asked, far more curious of what the feline was trying to tell her than she should be. Her eyes snapped to follow Kirara's gaze until she hit target. The smile dropped clean from her face as the sound of cheery women's laughter rang in her ears. Laughter that could never belong to her.
"Kirara…why…why would you show me this?" He asked in a voice only one notch above a solemn whisper.
But, she couldn't keep her eyes away. If she could somehow summon the courage to watch with dry eyes, she would receive an answer to one of those thousands of backbreaking questions. She had to know, she just had to. But she could almost predict what happened next.
Miroku's eyes fanned quickly over to the herd of elegantly dressed women, fidgeting slightly on the wooden bench he sat at. Each one thin, dainty, graceful, and beautiful beyond compare. The monk knew that he had had no chance with them before and had most likely come onto each and every one of them once before, but was that really enough to keep him away for too long?
Nearer, and Miroku could almost feel the drool start to escape his pressed lips. Seeping through, and he sucked it back in. Those mischievous blue eyes just wouldn't pry from those pretty, joyful girls.
'Time it, Miroku, time it….' He told himself, pepping himself for the jump up. If he could grab a woman's hand on the first attempt, he would give himself a mental trophy.
Almost, almost, and the monk's brows furrowed, a thought creeping in. They group passed, laughing and giggling, sending cute glances towards the handsome monk who did not a thing but smile kindly in return. Though, just couldn't help it as his blue eyes lowered to their backsides to watch for a moment as they tripped off into the distance.
"Miroku!" Was the only, startling, warning the slayer gave before she crashing into the monk's longing arms. Her own arms looped around his neck as she buried her tear streaked face in the crook of his neck.
"Sango." He said, returning her name as his arms closed in around her to hold her in the soft embrace. He knew then, that she must have been watching, and he couldn't help but ask himself if he was really that untrustworthy. Still, he would have proved her wrong that day if that be the case.
"I…Miroku, I can't believe that you actually…I could have sworn that you were going to try something perverted." She spoke softly as she pulled back to raise her mahogany eyes to his. She carefully crawled from his lap to sit herself beside the monk, but never take her tear rimmed eyes from his blue ones. Those cursed eyes that would follow a woman forever. Was that the only thing that was cursed now?
"Don't be silly, Sango! You're the only woman for me." Miroku replied with that darned grin that signaled the lecherous monk's next action. Though she had been expecting it, the slayer still froze with a pink tinge to her cheeks as she felt a warm hand stroking over her hindquarters. Apparently, his eyes weren't the only cursed thing. He still had that wandering hand.
The slayer rose a flattened palm, her teeth gritting silently. Maybe if he hand draped his arm around her shoulders or a quick kiss on the cheek, maybe even a full on kiss or the touch of his hand to hers, but not this. Still, she knew it would take some time to get him to break the habit, and he was already trying hard enough to steer away from the other women.
Slowly, her hand lowered and curved around her back to take hold of Miroku's wrist. She gave it a harsh squeeze, just a tiny warning as she lifted it from behind her and dropped the cursed hand back into his lap without another word.
It was a surprising sight to see Miroku hunched over, cringing, just waiting for that dread slap that he always received. If he knew it was just going to come right after, why did he keep doing it?
"Aheh…" He laughed softly, his face turning a soft beet red as he dared to open his blue eyes back to her. All Sango could do was smile and smile, adding to the glow of the village around her.
..:---.-.-.-..-.----:.. 'Ello again! Sorry for being so slow and for breaking that promise earlier. I said I would start the next chapter with them...but I made the WHOLE chapter about them. Not really a bad thing, no. But anyways. Moving on...to...OH MA GA! WHASS DAT? IT'S A REVIEW BUTTON! Yes, yes, you get it now? Reviews are always good to show me how much you loved/like/disliked/hated my story! Though I think you know which one I'd prefer... -sings- L.O.L.O.L.O.L.O.V.E!