A/N: Hello everyone! Here is another chapter of Message In A Bottle. I hope there is no confusion among readers for the previous chapters. It is clear whom I am referring to, say, the silver-haired guy as it is Kagome's point of view and she does not know his name yet, and so on. Also, there will also be a new character making his little appearance in this chapter. On with the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I still do not have the rights to own anything in this story.
Chapter 6—Surfing, Sun-tanning and Seashells
Rays of the morning sun filtered through the glass window and warmed Kagome's face. This stirred her from her sleep, and she walked sluggishly towards the wooden closet. Kagome went through the suit of clothes and found her favorite azure string bikini pairing with a scarf, which she intended to wrap around the lower part of her body.
After that, she dragged herself to the bathroom outside her room, between Sango and hers. Kagome blew a wisp of her hair off her face, and closed the translucent door. She turned on the water in the bathtub and letting it run until it was hot. She stripped off her sleeping clothes, and tied her hair. She then turned off the tap and stepped into the tub.
The hot water calmed her, and she sank deeper. She closed her eyes. Since when did I have such a relaxing bath? Kagome thought, a flush of pink coloring her cheeks. An image of the silver-haired guy's forlorn face flashed in her mind and Kagome sat up abruptly. Why am I thinking of him? Kagome sank deeper into the hot water, and blew bubbles on the surface of the water.
What's wrong with me? Kagome asked herself, but did not expect any answer. "Well, today's another bright new day on Shikon Beach. Kick that enemy out of the way, and you will definitely enjoy the summer in Shikon Beach," Kagome said to herself. She decided to stay longer in the water, and slowly, dozed off to sleep.
"Kagome! KAGOME! KKKKAAGGOOOOMEEEEE!"
Don't disturb me, Kagome thought. I need my beauty sleep (A/N: In the bathtub?) Then, a soft knocking on the door was heard, and gradually, it became louder. "KAGOME! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? PLEASE ANSWER ME!"
Kagome reached out to grab her "pillow" but felt air in her hands. After she regained consciousness, she jolted out of the bathtub, dried herself with a towel and wore her swimsuit. She opened the translucent door and saw a worried Sango. Sango hugged her immediately.
"Thank god you're still alive."
"Sango, if you hug me any tighter, I don't think I would be alive by then," Kagome said, hardly breathing. "My head hurts."
Sango pulled away and saw Kagome staggered a few steps backwards. "Are you all right?"
"Maybe I was in the water for some time."
"Some time? You were in the bathroom for like more than an hour."
"Oh really? All I know is my head is throbbing."
"Are you really all right?" Sango asked for the third time.
Kagome waved her hand. "Should be."
"I hope so," Sango said, her hand on Kagome's shoulder, "but if you would excuse me, I need to take a quick bath."
Kagome sat down at the wooden bar, one hand holding a half-eaten garlic toast while the other held her mug of steaming caffeine. A cup of caffeine boost, Kagome thought as she drunk the beverage.
"Kagome, catch."
Kagome looked up and caught a flying bottle of sunscreen. "Risk having skin cancer?"
As Sango descended down the stairs, Kagome watched in awe. Sango was in her coffee brown bikini and a short skirt. It fitted totally Sango's long dark hair, which was wrapped with a frayed light brown scarf. Kagome also noticed Sango had added light pink eye shadow, which suited Sango's bright mood.
"Can't you dress any color other than brown?" Kagome asked, mouth chewing her food, while she walked to the sink, and washed her hands and her mug.
"Aren't you the pot calling the kettle black? Don't you always dress in blue?"
Kagome took in Sango's comment and looked at herself. "Can't help when I'm obsessed in the color."
"Same goes for me," Sango replied, grabbed the toast and munched on it. Kagome applied the sunscreen on her body.
"Want any?" Kagome asked. Sango took the bottle from Kagome and put inside her tiny crocheted bag.
"No thanks," Sango replied. She took another toast and plopped down next to Kagome at the table, biting in. "Might need it again when we're in contact with the sun."
After Kagome and Sango wore their summer sandals, Sango turned the doorknob and pushed open the door with all her might, but the door was stuck. After several attempts of pushing, kicking and cursing, Sango could budge open it.
"I think when you lose your temper over the silver-haired boy, please do not involve the poor wooden door too," Sango said, turning her face towards Kagome. "I'm the one paying for the resort, not you."
"Yeah, remind me ag—" Sango turned to where Kagome was looking. She understood why Kagome had stopped mid-sentence.
"Pervert guy alert," Sango muttered under her breath.
"And Mr Obnoxious too," Kagome added quickly. She stepped through the doorway, holding the doorknob. A look on Kagome's face told Sango what would happen next.
"Oh no! Wait! Don't—" Sango began.
The door swung shut into place.
"—slam the door," Sango finished wearily.
"Oops! Sorry!" Kagome said apologetically.
"Never mind. You shouldn't let emotions take control."
"I promise there won't be a next time."
The guys were chatting to each other outside their door, and then Miroku caught Sango and Kagome casting glances at them and stopped their conversation.
"Hey, beautiful babes. Going out on such a beautiful morning?" Miroku asked as he ogled at the slender curves of the two beauties.
Kagome cleared her throat, thinking what a beautiful morning it was. Kagome stole a glance at the silver-haired guy, who was leaning against the door, tapping his fingers on his arm impatiently. He seems normal after our "talk" last night, Kagome thought. I was right not to believe in him.
"It is none of your business," Sango hissed.
"Why must we poke our noses into the wench's affairs?" The silver-haired boy cut into their conversation, a note of impatience in his voice. For the first time, Kagome noticed that they were each carrying their own surfboard. Miroku's surfboard had waves designs on it, while the silver-haired boy's was a deep burgundy color one.
"All right. Catch you ladies later," Miroku said happily. The smile on his face sent shivers down Sango's spine. I have a bad feeling about this.
"Why do you hate the pretty raven-haired girl?" Miroku asked when they climbed down the flight of stairs, out of the pretty ladies' sight.
"That wench gets on my nerves," Inuyasha replied, hatred in his voice.
I know you don't meant what you said, Miroku thought. Evil plans starting to form on his head.
"Why must we poke our noses into the wench's affairs?" Kagome mimicked the silver-haired boy's voice. "Who is he? How dare he says about you?"
"Kagome…"
"Wait here, Sango. I'm going to call him to come and apologize to you PERSONALLY," Kagome went on, storming down the flight of stairs.
"Kagome…"
"Wait! Did I just hear myself saying 'wench's affairs'?" Kagome asked herself. "He is referring to one of us…"
Kagome was deep in her thoughts. "Kagome, forget it," Sango told her friend.
"He's referring to me!" Kagome said suddenly through gritted teeth, and clenched her fist. "He's gonna pay."
"Forget it!" Sango replied. Sango grabbed Kagome's arms before she becomes a bull and charge at them, wherever they are.
"Will you calm down? He was just testing on you. He didn't mean it," Sango persuaded.
"Does he look like one who doesn't?" Kagome asked. "Now, let me go! I wanna him to pay!"
"Haven't you forgotten something?" Sango asked, trying to change the subject.
Kagome thought for a moment. "I've no idea."
"Sun dating…"
"Oh gosh! Sun tanning. I almost had forgotten about it."
Hey, this method of calming-Kagome-down is useful. Might come in handy next time, Sango thought. "What're we waiting for?"
The palm trees swayed to the gentle breeze in the hot tropical sunshine while the teenager girls laid on their towels under a tall palm tree. The sun heated on their lying bodies, and gradually turned slightly tanned. Sango had brought a portable cinnamon-colored radio with her, and it played on some calm music.
"You've got some guys' attention," Kagome said, her dark sunglasses pulled lower down her nose.
Sango laughed sarcastically. "Who would want to date a rough tomboy?"
"Who says you're a tomboy?"
"Me. Oh Kagome, face it."
"You don't dress and look like one."
"My actions gives away."
"Oh, here comes one," Kagome said and pushed up her sunglasses. "Good luck! Pretend I'm not here." Kagome turned away from Sango, and Sango rolled her eyes.
"Yo, Beautiful Babes!" Shivers worked its way down Sango's spine upon hearing the voice.
"Pretend I'm not here too—"
"Avoiding me?" Miroku asked, his surfboard beside him.
"Oh, Miroku, hi! Never expect you to appear," Kagome said.
"Hmm… can I borrow Sango for the whole morning? I have something to talk to her privately," Miroku started.
"I—" Miroku put his hand over Sango's mouth. "Mmmmm mmm mm mmmm m mm mmmmm mmmmmm"
"Sango said she shall meet you back at the resort in the afternoon," Miroku translated.
Sango shook her head vigorously. "Mmm m mmmmmm"
"Is it okay, miss?"
Kagome stood up and flipped her long wavy hair over her shoulders. "No problem. And my name is Kagome, not necessary to call me miss."
"Yes, ma… I mean Kagome." Miroku saluted.
"See you later, Sango." Kagome waved her hand and giggled deviously. Miroku had already made a move on my friend, Kagome thought and walked away from the pair.
When Sango saw Kagome was out of sight, Sango bit Miroku's finger. "Watch it, missy!"
"Eew! Why do you have to suffocate me with YOUR HAND WHICH SMELL LIKE SALT?"
"I was—"
"Going to talk to me PRIVATELY for the WHOLE morning," Sango finished his sentence. "Therefore, you separated me and Kagome." Now I do not have an excuse to avoid you, Sango added mentally.
"Partially correct!"
"So what is the full correct answer?"
"I will tell you if you let me touch your—"
"HAT HOPE, HENTAI!"
BIONK!
Sango punched Miroku on his head, hard enough to leave a bump rising from his head. Why do I have to end up with this molester? Sango thought sadly.
"You understand me too well."
"Here's another one," Kagome said to herself, and picked up a cone-shaped shell. Kagome found some pretty seashells at the west of the sandy shore, where there were a few people playing in the water and where Kagome had found the mysterious bottle. She had decided to give them to Sango, who had an obsession over seashells.
Kagome wiped a trickle of sweat from her brow as she walked towards the sea to gather more shells. A swim in the sea is right for such a hot weather, Kagome thought, using her other free hand as a shade from the sun's blazing rays. I wonder what's so important that Miroku had to talk to Sango secretly—
Suddenly an anguished earsplitting cry startled her, and she turned around.
"Have you realised you have been plaguing me for some time?" Sango turned her back facing Miroku.
"You're breathtakingly beautiful," Miroku said. "I've already set my eyes on you when we first met."
Sango opened her mouth, shocked. I don't trust perverts' love-at-first-sights instincts. "Just buzz off, will ya?"
"What's with the 'just buzz off' thing?" Miroku asked. "You act like I'm some kind of irritating bee."
"Yes, you are." Sango stood up, and rolled both Kagome and her towels. One hand carrying the towels and the other carrying the portable radio, Sango marched away.
"Where are you going, my fair lady?"
"Why would I report to the butt-grabber on wherever I go?" Sango shot back.
"Oh, come on. Don't be so mean and call me names."
Sango quicken her pace. "When will you cease pestering me, butt-grabber?"
"When will you cease calling me names?" Sango stopped in her tracks, turned around and watched as Miroku dragged his surfboard to her. Oh, someone help me! Sango pleaded mentally. His muscular torso… Wait, why am I thinking of his muscular body?
Miroku had his shirt draped over his neck and his tanned muscular torso glistened with perspiration. His dark hair was damp with his fringe sticking on his forehead. Sango crossed her arms across her chest. "You are a pest."
"You are a nut."
"Stop that," Sango said exasperatedly. "Grope on me, play a prank, whatever. Anything, so that you will STOP being a bug."
"You said so. I shall not hesitate."
I SO regret saying that, Sango thought and took to her heels.
"Coward!" There were two older boys kicking a little orange-brown haired kid. One of them with a bald head spat at the poor kid's face. Tears welled up in the kid's eyes as he tried to stand on his wobbly legs.
"I have to be stronger!" Kagome heard the child said. The one with a bald head kicked the child so hard in the stomach that he flew a few feet from them.
"Do you think someone will save you, coward?" Kagome couldn't simply stand back and witness the orange-brown child got bullied.
"People like you calling people cowards are TRUE cowards, cowards," Kagome yelled at them. "Do you still call yourself a man?"
"What do you know about, wench?" The boy with long braids spat.
Wench? Kagome narrowed her eyes. Are you in league with Mr Obnoxious? Kagome thought, seething. "Oh, I just know that you and that egghead guy are cowards who are VERY coward," Kagome sneered.
Egghead guy? How dare that wench call me egghead and us cowards? The boy with a bald head thought. "How dare you call us names?"
"So what are you going to do with me? Kill me and cut me into pieces?" Kagome asked.
A playful grin spread across his face. "You want to play murdering games with me?"
A wave of fear washed over Kagome's body as the two boys took a threatening step towards her. I don't like this one bit. Instinctively, Kagome took a seashell in her hands and threw at the egghead boy.
Kagome pulled her fist into her side when the seashell hit on his bald head. "Yes!"
A strand of hair fell off and upon seeing that, Kagome saw that she had pissed that guy off. Kagome heard the thunder roared and looked up to see dark stormy clouds covering the clear cloudless sky right above her, but not to the east of the beach. What happened? Kagome thought. Before Kagome knew it, he charged at her, and Kagome threw all the seashells she had collected at him. Though some did not hit the target, the orange-brown haired boy joined in the throwing game.
The orange-brown haired kid threw slimy seaweed at him (A/N: Gross!). He jumped on the long-braided boy's shoulders and sank his sharp teeth deep in his flesh. The long-braided boy punched the kid and he landed on the sand.
The kid saw the bald boy approaching Kagome, whose head was turning from left to right frantically looking for something to defend herself, and he was going to rescue her when he saw something coming.
Suddenly, Kagome saw a camp stool flew over her, and ducked from getting hit and it knocked down the bald boy. Another camp stool also flew over and knocked down the long-braided boy.
"You better watch out! You've not seen the last of us." The brothers admonished and dashed out of sight. Kagome looked up and saw the dark stormy clouds were chased away by the bright rays of the sun. That's so weird, Kagome thought but she ignored it.
Kagome ran to the orange-brown haired kid's side and saw blood had sipped out of the corners of his mouth.
Kagome used her thumb to wipe the blood flowing out of his mouth. "That blow must be very strong. I hope it doesn't hurt."
"Thank you, sister. I'm okay because I'm used to it."
"Used to it?"
"They will come back again."
Before Kagome could ask further, a clapping was heard from behind. Perplexed, Kagome turned around and her eyes widened into two huge brown orbs.
Sango leaned against the side of a shop renting bicycles, gasping for air. Cautiously, she peered around the side, and let out a deep sigh. Coast was clear. She had wasted the whole morning to avoid Miroku; he was certainly persistent.
Sango felt something stroking her buttocks. It must be the leaves of a tree, Sango thought as she kept a lookout for the pervert. Leaves behind me? Sango turned around and slapped whoever or whatever was behind her.
"I've been looking all over you, darling woman," Miroku said in a singing voice.
"Since you've found me, I've to disappear," Sango replied and broke into a sprint. Sango wanted to cry; she couldn't believe a mad, pervert person was chasing after her. Then, she felt something—or someone—grab her arm.
"Ahhh! Let's go of me!" Sango shrieked and screamed for help.
"Not till you stop screaming in my ears," Miroku said as people around them were starting to stare. Sango stopped screaming and Miroku let go of her. "I've never seen such a feisty girl like you."
"I beg you to let me go," Sango pleaded.
"On one condition."
"What is it? Don't tell me you're going to grope on me?"
"Perhaps, but that's not what I really want."
"Then tell me—"
"Your name."
"That's all?"
"You knew mine, and I need to know yours."
"After I tell you, will you stop pestering me?"
"Absolutely."
"Sango. So now will you stop bothering me?"
"Ah, what a perfect name for a perfect woman."
Sango rolled her eyes. The sun was scorching above her, burning into her skin. "What a hot weather! I'm damn hot!" Sango fanned herself with her hand.
"Yeah, you are indeed hot," Miroku said.
Sango realized that Miroku was referring to the other meaning of hot, and she felt herself flush under his gaze. Why am I flushing?
"What a great and silly show!" The silver-haired boy said condescendingly, before bursting into fits of laughter.
"It's you. Why do I always stumble upon you everywhere I go?"
The silver-haired boy stopped laughing. "Hey, that's my line! You will only use that in YOUR dreams."
"Why must I listen to your orders?"
"Because I, the god, said so," the silver-haired boy said proudly. (A/N: Okay, Inuyasha's way too arrogant in this chapter.) Kagome hid a laugh from escaping her mouth. God? He thinks TOO highly of himself, Kagome thought to herself. "Therefore, I said you only use it in your dreams and you have to obey."
"Like I would waste my dreams on you."
When Kagome saw that the silver-haired boy was lost for words, a smirk crept across her face. It feels good to win, Kagome thought happily. I had shut that foul-mouth-which-will-praise-himself-only up. (A/N: Who won't?)
"Feh! Whatever—" the silver-haired boy added quickly, refusing to take defeat from the raven-haired girl's words. He watched her knelt down in front of the kid. Does this wench even listen to what I said?
"What's your name, little guy?"
"Shippo," Shippo answered politely.
"Shippo, I shall bring you to your parents. Which house are you staying?" Kagome said as she pointed at the rows of cottages.
Shippo smiled sadly. "I don't stay here. I was brought by Hiten and Manten."
"Hiten and Manten?"
"They are those coward brothers you're referring to."
"What about your parents?"
"Killed by them."
Kagome was overwhelmed by grief; Shippo was a child barely ten. Knowing his parents die must be a sad matter, but he did not cry, which made Kagome felt more sorry for the kid. "Stay with me. You will like it."
"Oh, little brat. You will definitely regret staying in that wench's house."
"Speaking of wench, you OWE me an apology, Mr Obnoxious," Kagome said, putting emphasis on the word owe.
"Why would I need to apologize to you?"
"You know better than anyone else," Kagome said. Suddenly, she felt her head spinning. My headache is back, Kagome thought and shook the feeling away.
"No," the silver-haired boy said stubbornly. Why must I apologize to that wench?
"You are a coward unless you apologize," Shippo said.
"Why you little brat! You know nothing." The silver-haired boy pulled Shippo's cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Kagome slapped his hands vigorously and he let go of Shippo's cheeks. "Are you okay?" Kagome asked, massaging his cheeks. Kagome smiled at Shippo, and without knowing, her warm smile mesmerized the silver-haired boy.
"Sister Kagome shall bring you to her resort to avoid Mr Meanie from bullying you."
"That's your name? Kagome?"
"What's wrong with my name? Never heard of one? Now I think you have."
The silver-haired boy laughed for the second time. "Isn't this name, Kagome, comes from a children song or game? I remembered the name was 'Kagome-Kagome', right? You're the creator of the song?"
Kagome was flabbergasted; he was the first person who insulted her name. The shock expression on her face turned into anger. Her headache was disturbing her, but Kagome tried her best to suppress it.
She jabbed her finger at him. "How dare you criticize on one's name? Do you just go around insulting people's names upon hearing their names? Have you ever felt hurt when someone came to you and insult your name straight at your face? I. Do. Not. Think. So."
A sense of nostalgic flashed across his mind, and felt a pang of guilt. Why do I have to feel guilty for what I've said? He thought. The silver-haired boy caught tears in her eyes as Kagome turned away from him swiftly. I really hurt her.
Sitting on her towel, Sango licked her chocolate ice-cream cone, while Miroku licked his blueberry ice cream sandwiched between two rectangular pieces of biscuits. "Nothing is better than eating a cold dessert," Miroku commented.
Sango nodded her head in agreement. "After a long run under the sun," she added.
"I didn't know my Coral was so poetic."
Sango ignored his comment. "Now spill why you want to talk to me privately and Kagome doesn't get the chance to hear it first."
Before Miroku could answer, both of them noticed dark clouds floating the west sky of Shikon Beach. Lightning cracked among the stormy clouds.
"What the hell was going on?"
"Obviously it's going to rain—" Before Miroku could finish his sentence, sunlight spread across the sky, chasing away the dark clouds. "Now is my turn to say 'what the hell was going on'."
"What do you think?"
There was a long pause before Miroku broke it with his question. "Don't you find those two not getting along well with each other?"
"Are you having the same thoughts as me?" Sango asked before licking her ice cream.
"You've realized it?"
"How could I be so dumb to not see it?"
"That's the reason why I need to borrow you for the whole morning."
"We have patched al"—Sango put her hand over her mouth and corrected herself—"most of the misunderstandings between us. Why can't they?"
"Now you're on the right track."
"What if they don't meet?"
"The possibility is small but we went surfing at the west of SB (A/N: Meaning Shikon Beach) and Kagome was heading towards that direction."
"You abandoned Mr Obnoxious? Won't he get mad at you?"
"Mr Obnoxious?"
"Kagome named your friend Mr Obnoxious."
"You mean Inuyasha Taisho?" Miroku moved his finger from left to right and back again. "I didn't say that I abandoned him. I just left him surfing with the waves."
Taisho? Why does that name sound so familiar?
"Shippo, let's go."
"Wait, Miss Sunglasses."
Kagome turned around and glared at him. "Still want to continue your criticism?"
"I've not finished talking with you—"
"But I've finished talking with you, Mr Obnoxious," Kagome interrupted.
"Hey, Mr Obnoxious! You're really annoying—" Shippo started and felt Kagome's hands were hot. He looked up and saw Kagome's lips were paler than before.
"You're very bold to talk back to me, little brat. Don't you know who you're talking to? God's name is Inuyasha Taisho."
"What's… what's your name?" Kagome choked out.
"Are you deaf? Do I need to spell my name out?"
"Yes!"
"I think you need to go back to elementary—"
"JUST SAY!"
"Fine! I shall say ONCE! I.N.U.Y.A.S.H.A—spacing—T.A.I.S.H.O."
"You're lying!" Kagome shouted. "I don't believe you're Inuyasha Taisho. Do you have nicknames or initials?"
"Why do you need to know? Oh, you're interested—"
"JUST SAY!" Kagome shouted. The sight before her was blurring and she felt sick.
"Okay, wench. You do not need to shout. If I did remember correctly, I.Y. Taisho was my initial I used when I was a child…"
Kagome was going to faint; she could not believe Mr Obnoxious was I.Y. Taisho. Before she knew it, everything went black.
"Wait! Rewind what you said just now," Sango said after thinking.
"'Mr Obnoxious?'"
"Fast forward—"
"What do you expect me? A voice recorder?" Miroku quipped.
"Work with me, butt-grabber!"
"Yes, my Coral! You mean Inuyasha Taisho?"
Unbelievable! If Kagome finds this out, we'll never get out of the cottage house, Sango thought to herself. I have to prevent her from knowing.
"Earth to Coral! Are you okay? Don't tell me you like Inuyasha?" Sango almost choked herself when Miroku mentioned if she liked Inuyasha.
"Why do you say so?"
"In our school—"
"Is it a long story you're telling?"
"Probably. As I was saying, in our school, SH—"
"You're students from Shikon High?"
"Of course! Now will you stop interrupting?"
"Okay."
"In our school, SH, this name, Inuyasha Taisho, is heard everywhere in the school buildings—"
Sango let out a cough. "I can't believe Mr Obnoxious is famous in SH. If Kagome knows about this, I think she will hate going to that school."
"Coral…"
"Yes, butt-grabber?"
"When will I finish—"
"Go ahead. I will not interrupt anymore, I swear."
"Girls drool on him, boys even worshipped him by dying their hair silver," Miroku took a bite on his ice cream before continuing, "So probably you will see most of the boys having silver hair in SH. Crazy, huh?"
"It's Insane."
"Aren't those two words the same meaning?" Miroku asked and went on before Sango could reply. "Well, you know being chased by fan girls and seeing everyone having the same hair color as you, won't you get tired of it?"
"I will. All the worshipping and drooling doesn't sound that bad but being chased and dying the same hair color will be two totally different stories."
"Even you agree with me. As his friend, I think he needs a break from all these school stuff in SB during summer break."
"Did he disagree?"
"No, not at all."
"Wow! Now I know why you ask if I like Inuyasha. You're jealous?"
Sango saw Miroku blushing and assumed that to be his answer. "Of course not. I'm not into those type—"
"You're interested in me?"
Sango hesitated, trying to choose the correct words. "Not really, but I like the nice, friendly side of yours, not the other one."
"Finally someone notices me!"
"All the girls run away when they saw you?" Sango assumed, finishing her ice cream cone. "Pathetic."
"It's afternoon already. Time to return you to Kagome."
An evil grin spread across Sango's face. "Why not call for a search party?"
"You mean…"
"It's just the two of us searching. After finding them at wherever part of the west shore, we can see with our own eyes if they patched up their misunderstandings…"
"The search party is on! Let me drop my troublesome surfboard—"
"And my stuff."
"—before the fun begins." They walked up the flight of stairs to the rows of cottages and find theirs. They climbed another short flight of stairs and Miroku took out his resort keys.
"I can't wait!" Sango said happily.
"Ugh! I can't believe I have to carry this wench," Sango heard someone groaned, and both she and Miroku turned around.
"I guess we have to call off our search party."
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