That night, Bankotsu was awakened by a loud 'thunk!'
"What in the hell?" he muttered, pulling himself out of his warm sanctuary to investigate. He wandered lazily into Suikotsu's room. "Nope, all is as it should be," he muttered before walking into Jakotsu's room. Everything was in place and Jakotsu was snoring loudly in his bed. "Sango?" Bankotsu whispered in a confused tone.
Bankotsu walked into a very 'laugh out loud' scene. So, that's what he did, laugh.
Sango had somehow, unknown to him, thrown her body out of her bed and onto the floor. Her limbs closely resembled a very drunk Jakotsu in the way they were scattered about her body. Her arms were thrown about, with one dropped over her eyes and the other bent at her side, the palm facing upward. Her legs were parted slightly and one was bent. Her hair, no doubt, was tangled badly as it had been pulled out of her ponytail.
His laughter was cut short when she turned onto her side and moaned her dead brother's name. Her breathing quickened and she moaned his name once more before she cried out as a helpless infant would.
'She's dreaming about the day her brother was murdered.' Bankotsu realized. That explained her odd position. She probably was moving in her bed, causing her to slip off. "Well I can't just leave her on the ground." Bankotsu grumbled to himself.
Bankotsu sighed and picked her up in his muscular arms. He was about to put her back onto her bed when he considered the fact that she'd just slide off again. "Alright, no need to wake up twice in one night for the same fucking problem," Bankotsu stated out loud. He had to keep an eye on the girl.
A solution popped into his head and he swiftly carried the slumbering Sango into his own bedroom.
With all the gentleness he could muster to not wake the angelic being in his arms, he laid her in his bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. He quickly crawled in and turned so his back was facing hers.
He had just begun to fall asleep when he began to feel Sango tossing and turning. "Damn it," he muttered. Sango shivered in his large bed and since Bankotsu tried to give her all possible space, she couldn't feel his warmth. She let out a moan that caused Bankotsu to sigh. He turned to face her and tried to sooth her trembling body by rubbing her forearm. When that didn't work, he whispered in her ear that everything was alright, but the trembling never stopped. Desperate to stop her nerve-racking actions, he pulled her close and stroked her tangled hair. Her trembled seized immediately and she snuggled into his chest while putting her head in the nape of his neck. He held her tighter and Sango sighed in contentment. He held her like that for the rest of the night, each of them soaking in one another's warmth.
When morning came, Sango's eyelid's fluttered open lazily. 'That's odd,' she thought to herself, 'I feel warm and protected.' She frowned, that was an amazing sleep. She hadn't slept that well since her mother had died. Once she became a bit more aware of her surroundings, she realized that she was snuggled up against something that SHOULDN'T have been there. And that something had arms and a pulse. Cautiously, she raised her eyes up to see a peaceful Bankotsu holding her tight. Thinking that the worst had happened, Sango screamed and pushed Bankotsu away from her. The pair ripped apart, Sango fell off one side of the bed, Bankotsu off the other side.
Sango lay sprawled out on the floor, trying to calm down her raging heart. Bankotsu, who had been awoken from a great night's rest by a scream and hitting his head on the wall, stood up and glared at the blushing Sango. "What the fuck!?" he screamed. Sango pulled herself up and matched his glare with her own and replied, "We just had sex, could ya give me a second to find out what the hell I was thinking!? I don't even remember doing anything!" Bankotsu gave her a funny look and then laughed. "We didn't have sex, dumbass!" Seeing Sango's confused look, Bankotsu sighed and explained what had happened the previous night.
It made sense, but Sango still wasn't convinced. Bankotsu sighed and rolled his eyes, "Look, your clothes are on." He pointed out. Sango glanced down and blushed when she realized that he was right. "Oh," she muttered.
Bankotsu rolled his eyes and turned to leave, but was stopped when he heard Sango murmur something. "What?" he asked, turning to face her.
Sango looked down at the ground and murmured, "Nothing."
Bankotsu shook his head, "No, what'd you say?" Sango shook her head stubbornly. "What'd you say?" Another head shake. "What'd you say?" Sango shook her head again. Bankotsu growled, tired of her games. He grasped her shoulders gently and forced her to look at him. "Sango, what did you just say to me?" Sango sighed in defeat and answered, "I said, thank you, Bankotsu, for caring that much for me."
Bankotsu blinked, he wasn't used to thank yous, people never had a reason to thank him. "Right, well, uh, you're welcome. Anytime, now, um, let's go find the others." He offered. Sango nodded but didn't move. Did she just see Bankotsu…blush?
Seeing her rooted in her place, Bankotsu took her hand and pulled her along, out of his bedroom.