Chapter 5

Author's Note: Hey guys, this is the fifth chapter, and wat else can I say other than check out my muse, and do NOT report my future story that's the sequel of my awesome muse's story. I am dull of A/Ns. There's nothing left to say really. Except what I am now, which is practically a load of crap lol. Except that first stuff though. Okay, no more crap... Wait. Where was I last time? (CRAP.)

Right.. now is Miroku...

Miroku walked silently, on the road to Mushin's temple, which, he thought was the most sensible place he couldl think of. He did miss Sango, even though he would never admit it. (hmmmm.. just like you and Hentai kyoko).

He walked up the extremely long steps into the temple, where Mushin was once again, sleeping on the floor, using his bottle of sake (which as now empty) as some pillow.

He kicked the sake bottle, which made Mushin's head fall to the ground with a hard THUMP. But, he still wasn't awake.

Miroku started (impolitely) kicking his head and slapping his cheeks until he drowsily opened his two old eyes, which widened when he saw Miroku.

"Ah! Monk Miroku! What brings you here? I wasn't drinking. I was just... ummm... "

"Yea, yea I get it old man. So, we got into a fight, and I came here. Nothing else."

"Ah, may I see your kaazana? I would like to see how much it has gotten bigger."

I opened my hand, keeping the beads on so it wouldn't suck the old man to darkness. He looked at it for a while, and scratched his bald head, then his nose, and started talking.

"I see child. Now, how long are you planning to stay?"

"So basically, you're implying that you want me gone quicker?" I said with a smirk.

"Ah, no no. Just asking," he said, with a fake smile and a hand scratching his shiny bald head.

"Until I know whre to go basically."

"I see, now, go to the spare room and get some rest, we'll talk again tomorrow."

I went to the small spare room, which only had a bed and a small table in it. I set my staff against the wall, and absentmindedly started thinking about my dear Sango.

I thought about how she was doing now. Is she going OK? Is she in danger? Is she in a village? Is she fightin Naraku? Is she missing me? Or even worse, is she hurt?

I shook that one off, telling myself she was a slayer, and could handle much more than a normal person would be able to do.

I went to sleep silently, planning to leave tomorrow morning.

The next morning, I found Mushin asleep. And, unfortunately drunk.

I went out to the river, bathed, and got a bucket of water. And a big one too.

When I got inside, I took my staff and my belongings like my wallet, and tooksome spare sutras from the storeroom.

Then, I duped the bucket of water on my old man. Well, it's good to start the day with a little fun right?

"AH! WHAT? Oh, it's you Miroku!"

'Yes it's me. I'm leaving, so bye."

"Why did you need to wake me up in such a harsh way?"

"Because you're a drunkard idiot. Use that thing in your skull called a brain for once."

"Well then, goodbye monk Miroku!"

"Goodbye, grandpa drunkard."

I set out on the trail where I could slightly feel Naraku's aura, and started thinking about Sango a lot. I missed her, I missed groping her, I miss watching her sleep, I missed fighting with her.

Dammit, I even miss that marking slap of hers.

Too bad I don't have permanent scars on my cheek thought. That'll really help me to remember my dear beloved Sango.

I kept thinking the whole way about the words she said when the group dissolved.

Is she really that mad at me? Does she really hate me that much? If we meet, will she talk to me? Will she forgive me? Is she even thinking about me right now?

I wish she would forgive me and forget that. I'd do anything for her.

I'd fight Naraku, I'd suck in all the Saimyosho in the world, I'd suck myself in my black hole, I'd stop groping, anything. Just so she would forgive me.

Dammit, I'm missing her way to much.

I really need to forget her. I started thinking other thoughts to help me.

How's Lady Kagome? How is this "school" of hers going?

How's InuYasha, is he even thinking about Lady Kagome right now?

That made me think ig Sango was missing me.

ARRGGHH!

How can a simple GIRL actually affect me this much.

I feel like cursing the day I met her.

I cursed the fact that we had to cross that slayer village

I curse MYOGA for telling us about it.

The I thought. Really?

Do i hate her or love her?

Do I really hate her because she made me love her.

I tried to tell myself that theres still a lot of beautiful village girls.

But still. Sango was different. She was more, firce, beautiful, strong graceful, good looking, and that, argh. Perverted thoughts again.

If I was going to get her to forgive me, I'd have to stop thinking this way.

I decided that I do love her. I don't hate her making me love her. After all, it was my own mind that decided that she was my love right? It wasn't her fault.

And it wasn't her fault for slapping me or doing those things I love to watch either.

She's just doing what she's been doing all along, and what she needs to do when I grope her.

Oh well, I'll just have to wait to see if fate brings us back together, I thought as I continued my way looking for willages to stop by.

Author's Note: YES! I'M DONE! Well, I have nothing else to say except the always, check out my museeeee :D

See you next time!