White Girls Kick Widow Ash
Sango and Miroku's Adventure-et.
Sango frowned as she watched Miroku watch a couple going by. He turned his head to match they're pace, his eyebrows narrowing in suspicion before rising in resignation.
Finally she'd had enough.
"Miroku, what on earth are you doing?"
"Shh." He shushed her. "They're arguing."
Looking back at them, Sango listened to what they were saying.
"No, baby, I swear that I'll be the one to watch the kid, so you don't have to worry about it, alright?" Sango watched him put his arm around her. "So, how about them Yankee's?"
She had to lean across Miroku to see the girls hidden face. "Oh, uh, yeah, honey, those Yankee's are going to get what they deserve later."
"That they are."
She turned back to Miroku. "Uh, no they're not, Miroku."
Miroku glanced at the girl by his side. "No, they're arguing. Really angrily, too." He grabbed her hand and stood up.
"Miroku, where are we going?"
He didn't answer but led her out of the park they had been in for the past half hour. Walking around the corner, down the street, and across the walk way until they reached the movie theater.
"Really, Miroku? You wanna watch a movie now?" She asked dubiously.
He nodded back at her briskly, walking in and asking to see the latest action adventure. When the clerk asked for money, he turned to Sango and held out his hand.
"What?" She practically roared. "You drag me half way across town to see a movie without any notice whatsoever, and to top it all off, you expect me to pay?"
He nodded. "It's important."
Muttering under her breath about the things she does for idiots, Sango pulled out a twenty and slapped it angrily onto the counter before turning back to Miroku. "This had better be good."
She was disappointed.
They were in the theater watching a child's movie. "Miroku," She scowled, standing in the doorway. "How is The Adventures of Dora the Explora an action-adventure?"
"Shh."
"If you shush me one more freaking time-"
"Shh."
Before she could retaliate, Miroku had dragged her to the back row and sat her down in the farthest corner, away from everyone.
"This is real nice, Miroku." She growled out. "Real, real nice. Because every girl wants to be taken to watch a freaking kids movie. Well if you think I'm making out with you, you are very sorely mistaken."
"Sango my dearest," Miroku muttered, looking at the girl beside him. "I am a man of many pleasures, and I enjoy a lot of somewhat obscene things, but I would never have even thought about making out in a children's movie."
She pouted. "So what, then? You expect me to believe that you wanted to watch Dora because you enjoy it?"
"No. I expect you to shush down and pay attention to what's going on around you."
"And what, pray tell," She raised an eyebrow, "Am I missing?"
Miroku pointed at a couple two rows in front of them, and six seats over, "See them?"
"Can't say I don't."
Miroku sighed, "They're the couple that were arguing at the park."
"No way." She leaned over the seat in front of her and sure enough, caught the design of the beanie on the girls head. "Wow. One and the same."
Her friend nodded and pointed at a group of five children in the middle row. "See the kids?"
"Of course."
"See the kid in the middle? The little boy in the yellow hoodey?"
"Yeah."
"Look at the sign on the back of the hood; what's it say?"
Sango had to lean over the seat again, strain her eyes, and wait for the screen to change to a brighter scene so that she could just barely catch the words. "Yankee's ball game nineteen ninety eight?"
Miroku nodded and helped her back in her seat. "Remember they're conversation earlier?"
"Um, something about watching a kid and how the Yankee's are going to loose in they're next game?"
"If that's how you choose to take it, but I suggest you try again." He whispered to her. "I heard them arguing before you did. They were fighting over who would watch a kid, right?" At her nod, he motioned toward the kid in the Yankee's hoodey. "That kid."
Sango frowned and stood up, shaking off Miroku's arms when he tried to make her sit down. Finally, he just grabbed the back of her sweater and pulled her back into her seat. "what are you doing, Sango dearest?"
She glared at him. "You said they're stalking a kid, I'm going to go see if that's true."
"And you think they'll admit it if you ask?"
She smirked, grinding the fist of her right hand into the open palm of her left. "It may take some convincing, but yeah, Miroku, I really do think they'll be open to discussion."
Miroku shook his head at his girls mischievousness.
When the movie was over, Miroku maid Sango wait until after the couple had left, and they left after the kids, before they too fallowed them out.
And they stalked the couple, who were stalking the kids.
A half an hour later, and Sango and Miroku found themselves at Chucky Cheese, sitting in a booth two seats from the very same couple from the movie, and Sango watched the woman watch the Yankee kid play.
"Miroku, you can't really expect me to just sit here if a kids getting stalked."
"I can," His hand found hers and brought it to his lips for a kiss, though his eyes stayed trained on the couple in another seat the entire time, "and I will."
"What if they're his parents or something?"
"Why would a parent fallow they're child?"
"Because he ran away from home?"
"That's pretty far fetched, don't you think?"
"Maybe they're part of the CIS and they're making sure she's alright?"
"And maybe your trying to find excuses, my dear."
With a huff, they continued watching the kids have fun until night was just around the corner.
They watched as the Yankee kid said good bye to his friends, opting to walk home in the sunset. Instead of going home, though, he instead turned to the arcade. The couple was no where to be seen, and Sango had had enough.
"Miroku, I'm tired, I don't think that kids in danger, and I'm going home." She turned and started off down the street.
"Sango!" Miroku hissed, trying to call her back without alerting the kid. She continued walking though.
Sighing, he fallowed the Yankee kid out of the arcade, down the street, and past the grocery shop, stopping and hiding behind a bush when the kid skidded into someone.
Seeing who it was, though, that the kid ran into, had Miroku leaping out of the bush and pushing the kid behind him.
"No!" He shouted.
The woman looked at him slightly stunned. "What? Who are you?"
The man at her side growled out a warning. "Hey, let him go, alright? Who are you?"
"My name is Miroku, I'm the pianist for White Widow, and I will not let you near this kid!"
The guy advanced, pulling Miroku's collar up and dragging him away from the boy. "Who're you to tell me that?" He hissed.
A second later, his arm was knocked away from Miroku rather forcefully and his growl of anger turned into a howl of pain.
"Sango!" Miroku grinned, seeing who his rescuer was.
Sango stood in front of the kid and to the side of Miroku. "Look, guys," She hissed at the couple across from them. "I'm going to ask you this once and if you fail the test, I'll kick your ash, got it?"
At the nod of the scared looking lady in front of them, the man was cradling his arm on the ground.
"What intentions did you have toward the child?" Sango growled, shoving Miroku down behind her with the boy.
And that's when it happened.
"Hey, you!" A masculine voice growled out behind Miroku and Sango, and Sango turned around, seeing the mans face for the first time. "Who're you calling a kid?"
Miroku's eye's widened in disbelief. "What?"
Sango took in the kids beard, greying hair, and beading eyes.
He glared at them. "I may be short, but I'm no kid! Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"
"But..." Miroku looked at him. "You were watching Dora the Explora."
"With my neice and her friends for her birthday, bouzo!"
Sango looked at the people in front of them. "You were fallowing him."
Miroku chirped up, "And you said the Yankee would get what he deserved!"
The impossibly short man hobbled out in front of them glaring at the people. "You were fallowing me again?"
"Again?" Sango intoned.
"Yeah." The man nodded. "They root for the Angles, but I'm Yankee all the way and they don't like it. Baka-chan, over here," He pointed to the man on the ground. "Has been trying to get me to get rid of my sweater for weeks now."
"Oh."
With that said, Sango blushed and twiddled her hands before grabbing Miroku's ear and forcibly dragging him off "I'm sorry for all your trouble! Have a nice day! Sorry, sorry!"
When they turned the corner, Sango's hand on his ear moved to punch him in the face. "You idiot!" She screamed. "Way to misread a situation!" Growling and stomping back towards their hotel, Miroku couldn't miss the cracks in the sidewalk from the force of her feet as she screamed. "Just wait until the rest of our friends know about this, idiot!"
(A/N) This chapter has absolutely no purpose other than to hold you over until I come back from my sisters for Christmas. I'm thinking that I might add more mini-adventure-ets from Kagome and Inuyasha, Rin and Sesshomaru, and Kouga and Ayame too... but I'm not sure yet. Review and tell me what y'all think!