Miroku no Shichi
Chapter 3 - stop moving!
Before
Mirochi grinned responding, "He went left, but I don't think I have ever seen him so embarrassed. Wait 'til morning to talk to him."
She nodded curtly, heading to her room, hoping not be further embarrassed.
Kagome soon followed after, not saying a word about what had happened at the springs and went to sleep. Sango lay awake in her bed, trying to think up what she could say to Miroku when she saw him tomorrow. Should she act like nothing happened? Approach him? Tell him how she feels? Sango fianlly went to sleep deciding she won't ignore it, but she won't confront him, unless he said something about it.
After
morning?
The morning star faded from the sky as the sun approached the horizon. The men were spread across the floor of their open room, while the women decided to prepare for their journey ahead. Everyone bathed and washed themselves, moving at a slow, yet fast pace.
Sango and Miroku kept bumping into each other, mumbling sorry, and moving on. Miroku seemed to burn a bright shade of red every time it happened. 'What wrong with me?' he kept thinking when he walked away, 'I'm spose to be sauve, cool, flirty! She over heard, big deal!' But certainly, his actions and stumbles were not showing who he was in his mind.
They were finally ready to set out on the road, Miroppe and Mirochi hopped around excited about moving on to the next place. Shippou joined them while Mitsu and Miroko sat down watching them. Mitsu had his nose in a book Kagome gave him.
"Are we ready yet?" Mirochi grumble, wanting to leave like Inuyasha, wishing not to squander time on the girls.
Kagome and Sango fianlly exsited the hut, Kirara perched on Sango'shoulder.
"We're ready." the miko commented, watching the rude houshi ruffle his hair.
"Let's get going already!" Miroppe and Shippou piped together, both eager to move.
The gang started to head north, where they last heard suspicions of Naraku's latest appearence. Kagome and and Inuyasha lead the way with the Miroku's behind them, Sango and the real Miroku tailing the rest. They remained quiet a long time, listening to the footsteps around them, and voice before them.
"Sorry." Sango spoke softly.
"For what?" Miroku replied, startled by her sudden words.
"For listening in on your conversation last night with Mirin."
"I don't care."
"What?"
"I don't care if you over heard. I...I--"
Miroku walked away without finishing his sentence. He looked over his shoulder towards Sango, reveal an extremely red Miroku.
'What the hell is Miroku so embarassed about? What's with the mood swings?' Sango thought, 'oh wait! Duh! The other six have it! I forgot about it in that perspective! oh this could be essepcially fun.' Sango wildly thought up thing to do to him.
The day continued to draw on, everyone fianlly got there desired break when it was half past two. They sat in a clearing off the road. Kagome started a fire and Shippou and Mitsu helped her prepare the food. Miro, Mirochi, Miroku, and Mirin sat in a circle conjigating about anything that came to conversation. Miroko layed in the grass, watching the sky. Miroppe approached Sango, grinning quite widely.
"Mirin said that you made Miroku embarassed last night, what happened?"
"That is not your buisness."
"Actually, since I am Miroku, just his dynamic part, it is my buisness."
"Ugh, I don't care, I'm not going to talk about."
"Oh, and also he got to kiss you."
"Oh god, does Miroku know?"
Loudly, a punch could be heard in the background.
"He does now."
"Oh my kami."
Miroku and Mirochi were in an all-out brawl on the ground, yelling obsenenities at each, threating, and distictively Miroku yelling 'WHY DID KISS SANGO? WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME? UGH! I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID ANYTHING TO YOU AT ALL!'. Sango, embarassed about the matter, walked away to the forest where Miroppe followed.
Sango continued to walk and walk, listening to him behind her. Sango picked up her paced, that lead to a jog, and soon, a speedy run. She couldn't seem to shake him off, he seem just to be playing, and not even running as fast as he could. Running with all she had, she dodged and leaped, running from him. They soon reached a field, a good distance from they're original spot. He lept, land on her and bringing her down for the fall.
"Why were you chasing me?" She breathed heavy, trying to catch her breath properly, her chest pressing against his, do to him being on top.
"Because it seemed like fun." He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her.
She struggled to free her wrists from him, but failed. He lay completely on her, pinning her to the ground. She gazed in to his eyes which held the same wickedness as the real Miroku's, but more energy seemed to be floating in them.
"Get off." She whispered, desperately not wanting to be found in another situation like the other two before.
"When you say it like that, it makes me wanna stay here forever." He leaned down kissed down her chin and jawline, down to her neck.
"Oh stop," Sango gasp, trying to say it again in a more serious tone. She couldn't muster up enough of her voice, the only thing that seemed to be able to come out were small little moans.
He stopped a moment to hover, then finally kissed her lips vigerously, scoping his tongue in every crevous of her mouth. She did the same, pressing her lips harder on his. He released her wrist so that he could wrap his arms around her waist. He stopped kissing her, and looking her in the eyes, holding her tenderly.
"Miroppe, you know Miroku is goong to have your ass for this?"
"I know! But I'll run unlike the other two dumbnuts."
Sango giggled, and kissed on the cheek. He got up, and pulled her up.
"Why are you guys kissing me?"
"Why are you kissing back?"
"Uhh..."
"See, it's for us to plot, and for you to find out."
They walked back as quickly as they could, so as to avoid getting yelled at. It took a much longer considering they ran the first time. They arrived at last to find Miroku was tied up, and Mirochi sitting on him. Miroku glared extremely hard at Miroppe, which chuckled. Sango walked to the safety of Kagome, and started whispering and asking what happened when she was gone. Sango looked over at Miroku tied up on the ground and blushed. Clone or not, she still thought it Miroku kissing her so tenderly. She felt her body tremble slightly, she kept imagining his hands touching her every where. Night fell, and they never got to travel any frurther to Mirochi and Inuyasha's displeasure.
After a couple hours, they untied Miroku, and told him not to pick any more fights. Right after that, Miroppe decided to be an ass and tell him about his and Sango's little outing. Miroku finally just gave up on caring, and just punched him in the arm. Kagome looked over at they, making sure she didn't have to break up yet another fight today. Kagome looked back down into the pot which held a large amount of stew, consisting of various items Inuyasha provided.
Sango stood by herself, spacing out, not even noticing that Miroku decided to stand right next her. He nudged her, which told her she had company. She smiled at him, and he responed with a weak smile back, and a small blush. She studied his features and noticed he was a bit pale, and his eye were not twickling like usual, but very dark and grim.
"Miroku, you don't look very well." Sango said, touching his face with her fingers, caressing his cheek lightly.
"What are you talking about? I feel fine."
"No, I think it's them wearing you out. you haven't flirted with other women, or groped me, or said much of anything. You're even blushing, I don't think I have ever seen you blush since I met you. Please stop fighting them. I,--I'll stop letting them kiss me, I'm sorry I,-- just I try to stop them, but I can't seem to be able to. I freeze up, or succumb to them and I don't know what to do then." Sango spoke faster and faster at the end, burning a bright crimson.
Miroku leaned forward, their faces centimeters apart. Miroku spoke softly, "I don't like them making you flustered like that, I only ever seemed to be satisfied if I am the one that makes you that way." He grinned, quite satisfied with himself. He slipped a hand around back, and slid it to where normally liked to be.
"You know, it makes me very happy to know it's your hand there, I'm sick of theirs." Sango drew closer pressing her body up his, resting her hand on his chest. She thought how much bigger he was, at least ten centimeters, and how broad his shoulder's are. Her thoughts wondered to a time when he had saved her from being hit by a demon, and relizing his body so close to her own, and so much bigger.
He wrapped his other around her waist, pulled her close leaving but a small gap betweem their lips. Miroku dipped his lips toward hers, only lightly brushing against them. It was as if it was light as air it's self. The tajiya did the same to him. Before Miroku could really kiss her, she tried to walk away. Miroku released her, but grabbed her wrist loosely and kiss the top of her hand. Sango blushed, and then bowed, whispering sorry. She skitted over near Kagome, and started talking to her as she finished up the stew.
Miroku sighed. 'I just can't win.'
A/N: Hee, me done again!
Mia-san, in and out!