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"What the FUCK do you mean 'She's not here?!'" The Hanyou yelled at his remaining human travel mates.
"It means that she isn't here. Absent. Unaccounted for. I thought that was clear from the statement," Sango snapped back at him. "She went looking for you when you didn't come at the call for lunch. She was worried. Now, because of YOU we don't know where she is!" Sango's face reddened with each word. Her finger poking into Inuyasha's chest for emphasis.
The half-demon had always known that the slayer was powerful and he had seen other demons shrink in her presence, but it was only now as she loomed over him that he fully understood. "This bitch is scary."
"Sango, my dear," the monk drawled out. Her head whipped around to face him.
"WHAT?"
Miroku, being accustomed to the slayer's wrath, took a step forward, unaffected by the fury in her eyes — primarily because the anger wasn't directed at him for once. His curse-free hand reached forward to tuck a lock of her her hair behind her ear.
"Yelling at Inuyasha for being a thoughtless fool again is not going to help us find our sweet Kagome." His smile calmed Sango a bit, but the fire in her eyes did not dim in the slightest.
"I know," she said in a slightly less shrill voice. "It just makes me feel a lot better to yell at the jerk." The last statement she mumbled under her breath. Miroku smirked and gave her a knowing nod.
"Inuyasha," Miroku called the half-demon's attention back to him. "Which way did our fair raven haired maiden head? Surely you could smell her scent. It shouldn't be too difficult to find her, should it?"
"Keh. Hell if I know. Wench hides her aura and scent half the time. Always sneaking up on me."
"I have never known our Kagome to 'sneak,' Inuyasha. Typically you seem to be a bit… preoccupied… when she happens upon you."
Inuyasha flushed and mumbled something incoherent as he avoided the monk's knowing eyes and the flaming look from the slayer. Sango, having gotten to know Miroku's tone over the years, knew exactly what he was implying. The hanyou's inability to meet her gaze only solidified it.
"You were with Kikyo?!" She shouted at Inuyasha, all attempt at remaining calm thrown to the wind.
"I mean...I ran into her...but I wa…"
"No, Inuyasha. I mean, you were with Kikyo?!" Her eyes flashed dangerously as her hand twitched at Hiraikotsu.
Inuyasha's blush deepened — his face matching his robe. He opened his mouth as though to defend himself, but the disappointed look on Miroku's face quieted him instantly. "Even the perv is disapproving! Shit, the monk wouldn't look like that if Sango let him in her bed!" "I shouldn't have to defend myself. I promised my love to Kikyo over 50 years ago, so I don't know what you're both so upset about!"
The slayer's expression darkened. "All those times she cried, it was because you were with your dead, clay, priestess who STOLE part of her soul."
"It's not like I fucked Kikyo until yesterday, ok? Shit, I don't know why Kagome always insisted on following me anyways. Besides, I told you, I didn't smell her or anything."
"Of course you didn't smell her, you idiot! You were too busy FUCKING dirt!"
Both men stepped back. Sango cursing? That was unheard of.
"I don't know what your problem is, Sango," Inuyasha spat out at her. "It's not like she's still obsessing over me like a lovesick freak."
Sango's eye twitched ever so slightly. Her voice came out distant and cold. "I thank the gods that she no longer desires you. That does not change the fact that she went looking for you out of genuine concern. The least you could do is show some sort of gratitude. Instead, you go and pour yourself into the clay doll that wants Kagome dead. You disgust me."
She turned around and began walking away from the two men. Miroku cast a pitying look at the half-demon, sighed, and followed the woman he loved. He wondered how they would explain to Shippou why his mother still had not returned.
Inuyasha stared in disbelief at the retreating figures. "They...they're actually walking away. They're actually pissed? Maybe, just maybe, Sango has a point…"
He was pulled from his thoughts by a hollow voice from behind him. "Inuyasha." He turned to see his lover standing behind him. Her skin ghostly pale as she was illuminated by the Shinidamachu. "Are you going to keep me waiting, love?"
He took a step towards her now outreached hand. His hands slowly loosening the robe of the fire rat as he went.
A/N: Thank you all so much for your interest in the story! Your reviews, follows, and favorites mean the world to me. Thank you all for showing my first story so much love! I hope to have the next chapter up soon.