--Heels--
Sango looked down at her feet, biting her lower lip. Kagome just rolled her eyes and flopped down in a seat next to Sango. "C'mon, you'll be fine! And you look great." Before Sango could protest, Kagome leapt back to her feet and stuck out a hand to help Sango to hers. The tajiya kept her hands at her sides and looked warily at the spikes on her feet.
"I don't know about this, Kagome. These look... kind of dangerous..."
"Don't worry! Now hurry up, the guys are waiting!"
Sango sighed, and slowly followed Kagome out the door, wobbling on her feet and self-consciously tugging on her hemline. As she stepped through the doorway, Miroku's eyes widened.
Suddenly, one pointy heel caught on the rug and sent Sango hurtling towards the ground, only to be caught by Miroku's quick-moving hands.
Still holding her in his arms, Miroku solemnly looked down at Sango. "My dear Sango... I must say- I do like those shoes."