Chapter 2: Blackout!

Humming a song, Sango settles against the west side of the wall with gloomy eyes melting in the sight of the fire.

"Inuyasha has been being more of a baka every day since Naraku died," whined Shippo, interrupting the silence knowing that Inuyasha was outside stubbornly waiting for Kagome.

"Oh, Shippo don't be so rash, he is like that because he is being more protective over Kagome since their relationship has been growing by the months to come," as Miroku's - a young man at nineteen - voice was heard in the small space of the hut across from Sango with Shippo sitting right beside him.

Also glancing at the fire with a orange lollypop in his mouth, in which he got from Kagome after she had visited her family in the future, Shippo continued, "I know, but he is so whacked up about Kagome going out to the well at this time of night when she has Yuri to protect her," trying to win the battle of words between the lecherous monk.

"But nothing compares to love when you don't want your soul mate to get hurt, especially if it's Kagome," repeated the monk as he is imagining something whilst gazing at the wood-made ceiling of the hut with a perverted smirk planted on his face.

"What's that smirk on your face monk," a pair of fire, chocolate eyes appear to be glaring at him for the longest time with a straight face adding to it.

"S-Sango, I am innocent," he tried to cool his fiancée down with a smile curved on his lips as his eyes were closed. With her face turned to the side, her straight dark brown bangs were covering her full-of-anger eyes. She didn't reply.

"What? Are you thinking that I would pick Kagome over you Sango? I would never and even if that were true Inuyasha would kill me if I even laid a hand on her," as Miroku finished his sentence a tiny jerk on the sleeve of his indigo kimono made him look at the little boy. Cute round eyes were popping out of his eye sockets while the boy was looking at Sango.

"I wouldn't say anything else Miroku," cries Shippo with his head still in the direction of Sango as his kiddy tone warns him. Miroku gazes over at the demon slayer and saw her hand grasp a black band that was attached to her Hiraikosu in which was lying innocently on the wooden floor right by her. Miroku's eyes burst out and he suddenly sits up straight against the wall. His neck hair sticking up from his epidermis. Sweat breaking from his brow his irises didn't budge from her hand trying to detect any movement that would result to weeks of painful bruises.

"What took you so long…," Inuyasha's voice abruptly bangs through the oak walls of the hut. Shippo then smells Kagome's sweet perfume along with the mixture of Yuri's and Inuyasha's and hops up with excitement. From the death of his mother and later father, whom he died from being killed by the Thunder Brothers two years ago, Kagome has been like an adopted mother to Shippo. Stepping closer towards the doorway Miroku grabs his furry tail from going anywhere.

"Ow, Miroku let…,"

"Shhhh," ignoring him, Miroku places a finger on the middle of his lips staring at Shippo acutely. Shippo stood still as a statue; zigzagging his turquoise irises back and forth the width of his eyes in case he missed anything. Finally using the use of his ears the fox demon hears an argument occurring outside. Miroku had his eyes on a specific spot to stare at blankly while mostly concentrating on the sounds outside. Cupping his ears to hear better Miroku heard Yuri's strong tone almost uproaring over Inuyasha's tormenting yell.

"…you can look all over her if…," shouted Yuri.

"There they go again," Sango mutters, peeking out the curtain of the window sightseeing. Not noticing that she had got up from her spot and peeked out the window Miroku stood up and walks up towards her. Still having Shippo tugged by the tail.

I hope she still doesn't have that grudge on me.

Finding some room over the little opening the monk sees the two demons fighting like a time bomb. The little boy was getting light headed from all the blood going into his big head from being dangled upside down and squirms "Hey, you jerk put me down, what did I do to deserve this?"

"Oh, sorry Shippo," and Miroku gently releases him on the floor letting him land on his back.

"Miroku," Sango elbows him on the side of his ribs where a sharp pain surfaces while the man was still dealing with the kid.

"Ow, Sango," whispers the said man while rubbing between his sore ribs. Sango's eyes were still glued at the view outside. Taking another view himself he swiftly puts his hand over his forehead pushing up his brown, spiky bangs out of the way. Opening his mouth slightly his pupils shrunk to the size of a pebble. Sango just kept her sight as steady as possible. Trying not to squeal out of joy. Their minds were going blank by the second as they were seeing their two best buddies hugging each other.

I wish Sango could do that more…she's still too embarrassed.

Getting her brain back to focus mode Sango whispers, "Now that's something you don't see every day."

"What's going on let me see," grumbles Shippo, jumping up on Sango's shoulder. Squishing his head in between their's he tries to catch a good look on what was happening but mission impossible. Sighing in disappointment he turns around from the two heads and sat on the back side of her shoulder bored out of his mind.

Spying at the lovely pair Yuri begins walking over to the hut as silently as an assassin that only the eavesdropping young woman sharply glimpses her coming. Therefore with her alarmed eyes she panicks, "crap!" Miroku still had the expression stamped on him with his hand still super glued to the forehead of his tan skin.

Not realizing the demon coming Miroku watches the scene as a strong amount of force hits his collar bone. Flying backwards the look on his face erases back to reality, and losing his balance by stepping backward he slips. Landing on his bottom his head smacks into the wall making a dent into the wood. Blacked out where he last sat he rests there like a slug on the east side of the wall. Sango froze in her place.

" Oh my god, Miroku," covering a small hand over her mouth her oval eyes turn round as a coin as she just saw what the strength of her arms and hands did to uphold this incident. Refreshing her memory of why she quickly escaped from the window she changes her god given sight towards the bamboo door curtain and settles back down. Cuddling against the wall she glances at her beloved hopping she didn't kill him.

Shippo, the poor thing, however didn't keep himself steady on Sango's shoulder from her advanced movement that his cheeks, nose, and lips meet the floor like he was kissing it. Arms and hind legs spread out like he was road kill he right angles his exhausted arms up lifting his big head up along with his upper body. Eye lids half opened he searches over to Miroku passed out and sees Sango having a concerned look on her face in not leaving the monk out of her sight.

The very tired fox demon stood up dusting of the dust from his white shirt and jungle green pants. Rubbing his head and feeling the upcoming headache approach his emerald irises show the reflexion of the fire.

Faint sounds of weaved flip flops came to earshot as Yuri came through the doorway smiling. Continuing to walk deeper into the hut she stops dead in her tracks as she appears to be looking at one of her friends with an illusion of swirls replacing his eyes while sitting against the wall.

Is he drunk! I don't smell any alcohol on him.

A blank look stabs on her face as she switches her head to Sango as the slayer is wearing a light baby blue kimono on her.

"W-What happened here?" the youkai points at the male.

"Oh, umm…l-long story," lapping over her words Sango half answers her question.

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