Heart of Tensaiga
A Monk's Thoughts
Miroku's staff jingled in the slight breeze of the day, his face shone with contemplation as he quietly sat behind the demon slayer. He wondered if he would someday be able to keep his promise to Sango and marry her. That would mean they would have to kill Naraku, and the sooner the better. With his wind tunnel there was no telling how much time he had. Perhaps I was foolish to ask her such a question when the outcome is simply unpredictable. Still, I cannot say I regret any of it, at least not fully.
He caught the quick, wary glance Sango sent his way from in front of him. He gave her a small nod and a charming smile which she clearly did not think was as innocent as it was. "Sango, you wound me with looks like that. Do you not trust me?" he questioned her with a mock frown of pain and anguish.
"What do you think," she grumbled, but still turned her head back to look ahead of them. Sometimes she would look to the sides to see if there was perhaps some detail she happened to miss.
Miroku chuckled and she immediately tensed and he could not help but think how charming she could be when riled up. "Calm Sango, there is no need to be so tense. For that matter, perhaps I could help you relax," he suggested.
"Miroku," she growled out knowingly.
His hand went right where she thought it would.
SMACK!