--He Loves Me?--
"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me..."
"Hello, Lady Sango. What're you doing?"
Twirling around, Sango looked for the owner of that oh-so-familiar voice.
"Up here."
Gasping, Sango quickly looked up. The monk's face was inches from her own as it hung over the rock face.
"Hello, Houshi-sama."
"So tell me, what is that?"
Instantly, Sango's cheeks flamed bright red. Stuttering, she looked down at the mutilated flower she held. "N-nothing... just a game Kagome taught me..."
A few minutes later, a cloud of daisies came raining down upon her head. "H-hey!! What was that for?"
"That?" Miroku put on his innocent face. "It's just that all these flowers are defective."
"Defective? How?"
"Well," he said, a carefully set expression on his face, "I looked and looked, but none of these flowers has a single 'he-loves-me-not' petal."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really," he replied, and they smiled, Sango burying her nose in the delicate flowers.