Servant of the Pure-Hearted
"To be frank, I don't know where you are going Kagome-sama," he paused to focus his gaze solely on the woman beside her, "but I hope I know where you'll be going, Sango dearest." Her name rolled off the end of his sentences with persuasive vigour.
Having been played too many times before by this letch of a monk, this pre-pickup line had already been dealt. The dearest at hand, Sango, looked away from Miroku and gestured for Kagome to keep walking. "Wait, my princess!" He shouted at full lungs capacity intentionally as so the entire park-scape would turn to look at either of the girls walking away from the direction of the exclamation.
Sango gave a glare back toward the man approaching her with arms stretched out affront, however, Kagome's cheeks shot up in red. She quickened, storming off into no apparent direction. Anywhere away from her loud friends would be enough. Sango grabbed a hold of her arm, steering her away from any objects which might inflict pain if rammed into.
These three particular friends had something in common, which would usually prove as a trait of achievement. However, in the scenario where one was trying to avoid the other, it was definitely a hero's flaw. Yes, the gift of speed. Throughout middle school each had, separately and coincidently, spent their ways running. Whether it was track team, hobby, or an unfortunate amount of unfortunate events- all three of them were powerful sprinters.
Of course they had many other things in common, but in this present scenario speed was more or less the key to their escape. "I'll take this as a 'Yes Houshi-sama, I will be joining you for breakfast' then, Sango?" Miroku shouted, giving up chase on the girls ahead of him. Sango immediately turned around at the mock of his calling. "Houshi-sama" she parroted, her hand releasing the grip she held on Kagome's arm and in place grabbing the near hold of her backpack strap.
Unaware of the girl's intentions, Miroku was much too busy in bliss. 'Houshi-sama'- what a title! For a woman of Sango's stature to be referring to him in such a way- it was a reassuring fact that she didn't mind his lecherous nature. Or at least didn't despise him for it.
"Yes, my dearest!" He called out, eyes glued on her figure. On expecting a witty response, however open for something more subservient, Sango instead thrusted forward the entirety of Kagome's luggage with perfect aim.
As the girls made their escape, Miroku lay dormant on the stone tiled pathway, a particularly heavy bag weighted atop his face.
Kagome's eyes brightened and her previous fluster dissipated into her usual rosy cheeks. As if to hold up score cards, she called out "ten!" and "perfect score!" multiple times. Sango chuckled at her friend's energetic praises, her anger impossible to keep up at such a hilarious presentation.
In between fits of laughter, Sango exclaimed "The way your bag locked target right to the centre of his face- now that was perfect." Kagome nodded, although with some reprise. "We'll have to make it up to him". She agreed, "Don't worry. He'll be back on his feet and at our sides sooner than you think."
Kagome was astonished by Sango's certainty, "How can you be so sure?" The curiousness in her tone might be overwhelming to most, but it only caused Sango to laugh harder. "Well it was your backpack."
A silence blew over in a refreshing spring breeze. In the moments it took for Kagome to realise her possessions had been left behind, her face had changed from a delighted to mortified expression.
"My backpack!" She glanced down at the watch on her wrist, then back up to lock eyes with her friend, "the time!" Sango guffawed. Kagome's animated responses were always an entertaining sight to witness.
And again, as if had been rehearsed, Miroku appeared- this time helpful to the situation. "You seem to have dropped this… Sango?" The woman in question grabbed a hold of Kagome's wrists, puppeteering her to pick up the bag instead. Miroku looked to Kagome, gleaming with triumph "Where are we going this morning with such a heavy pack?"
Sango snapped the man from his daze, "We are not going anywhere."
"We?" he responded.
"We" Sango reiterated, pointing a single finger in a triangle motion between the friends.
Miroku too pointed his finger, back and forth from himself and Sango, however with added bedroom eyes and a smirk- "We."
Sango's face quickly deadpanned, her index finger changing to the middle. Kagome laughed in surprise, butting between the two before any more provoking broke loose to a beating. "I'm headed to school- for a field trip."
"Oh, a field trip!" Miroku snapped his fingers, forming an index point toward Kagome. On a second thought, and change of initial reaction, the monk looked beside him as if to recall a feign memory. "You… are in high school aren't you?"
"No, she's in junior high." Sango spoke with no emotion, her eyes piercing the promiscuous soul of the man in a judgement of 'are you really asking me this'. Miroku was taken aback, either being dramatic toward the obvious sarcasm, or completely lost in fool's shock. His gaze set itself to browse up and down the height of Kagome's mature form.
Kagome groaned, however ready to inflict some revenge on the monk. "Yep! Mama dropped me off this mornin'" Kagome played along with the junior-high ploy, baby-talking her way into Sango's humour. In jest, Sango threw her arm around Kagome's shoulders, "and when you're a big girl, you'll be able to walk yourself, no problem!"
As the two played along in synchronised sarcasm, Miroku's head spun in confusion.
AN: I think for every chapter I complete, I'll upload one. That way I should be kind of? prepared? Anyways, it would probably be smart to follow for updates if you like the story! There will be at least 11 chapters,,, haha. So hope for the best!