What Sango Wants –
Part Six: What’s
Maela: *trying
to brush her hair* Darn tangles... Good thing I brought a map so I could get
back home. Taena's still out there. Somewhere... I wonder when she'll be back?
Aamalie: DON'T JINX US! *Whacks Maela over the head with her digital
sledgehammer*
Maela: *pulls out her digital chain sickle* Do you REALLY wanna mess with me?
Aamalie: Hey. Isn't that Kohaku's weapon?
Maela: ERK! *hides it behind her back* No!
Aamalie: *evil grin* Riiiiiiiiiiiiight... Well, we'd better start on the story.
This is our 3rd time rewriting this... Ach...
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Taena: *lounging on a random beach in
Disclaimer: No... I don't own Inuyasha... *hides Miroku under her bed*
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Sango honestly didn't know what to say. Was this really happening? Her
houshi-sama, promising no more groping or peeking? No! No, you baka! He wasn't
hers. If he ever found out she thought like that... Oh, she'd never live it
down. When Sango finally rediscovered her voice, she said the only thing she
could.
"I'm sorry. I think I'm mishearing things. Could you repeat that
houshi-sama?" she asked, blushing lightly. Miroku, on the other hand,
looked totally unperturbed.
"Very well Lady Sango. In short, I merely promised to do my best to
remember your personal space." She pinched herself. It hurt. Apparently,
she wasn't dreaming. But there was something very wrong with this... How could
this odd turn of events be explained? Possibly, it was due to the events of the
other day, finally showing the effects they were having on his sanity. He just
needed to have a bit of a wake up call. Yes, that was it!
Sango literally jumped to her feet, watched by a worried looking monk on one
side and an amused ningen and hanyou on the other. In one swift, fluid
movement, she picked up the bucket of clean water leftover from dinner and
dumped it over Miroku's head. She then kneeled down, putting a hand to his
forehead to check his temperature, just in case he was sick. Though, she had to
admit, he looked more stunned than ill. He didn't feel like he was burning up
either.
Maybe, just maybe, was he being serious?
"That was a slightly unexpected reaction," Miroku said with a small
chuckle. Sango, who had been lost in thought momentarily, jumped back to reality,
quickly removing her hand and moving back when she realized she was still next
to the hentai houshi.
"That was a slightly unexpected promise, not to mention out of
character," she retorted, a bit more harshly than intended. In a softer,
slightly apologetic voice, she continued, "Did you mean it?" Miroku
shrugged, wiping his now soaked hair out of his eye and wringing out his
drenched robes before replying.
"Do you want me to mean it? Because, you know, it would be much easier to
pretend it never happened and continue with... How to put it? Our usual
routine?" Sango restrained a snicker.
*Hmmm... Let me think. To let him grope or see him try to be good. I wonder...
Seems I didn't need to talk to Kagome about my feelings after all. Fate is on
my side, and I'm not going to ignore that privlege. Very well, Miroku. We'll
see if you have self control.* The monk, of course, heard it all, and was
having a very hard time keeping a passive face.
"Have you come to a decision yet, Sango?" he asked. She smiled serenely,
raising an eyebrow at him a fraction. It was quite amusing to see him drenched
like this. But, she wouldn't let him know she thought that. Managing a haughty
look, she stood, looking down her nose at him.
"Yes, I have houshi-sama. I will hold you to this promise, and believe me,
the punishment will be severe if you violate it. Understand?" She thought
she had sounded fairly serious, and even intimidating. Apparently, Miroku
thought otherwise, because he burst into laughter. She felt her anger starting
to bloom as her fists clenched and her vision tinged with red. How DARE he
laugh at her like that. It was absolutely infuriating. Never mind rude.
Before her train of thought lead to a painful conclusion- for Miroku that is-
he got his laughter under control. All that was left of it was that annoying
smirk, that glint in his eye, and the trace of amusement that lined his voice.
"I'm sorry. It was just the look on your face..." He chuckled.
"You're quite kawaii sometimes. But yes, I understand." He stood,
smiling. "It'll be quite and interesting experience, won't it? Now, if you
excuse me, I'm going to take a quick stroll." And with that, he walked
off, leaving a stupefied Sango staring at the tree he had been leaning on. He
had NOT just said what she thought he said. Her? Cute? No one had called her
that in a very long time.
"Whoah Sango... Did Miroku just call you kawaii? I wonder if he meant
something by it?" wondered Kagome as soon as she was sure the monk in
question was out of the clearing.
"Probably just trying to get on your good side so he can pull his
question," commented Inuyasha, jumping into a tree and taking up his
trademark position. Kagome frowned.
"Hey Inuyasha?"
"What?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Iie."
"Osuwari, osuwari!"
"Kuso!"
BAM!
"Oh, and osuwari!"
"Wench! What was that for?"
BAM!
"Osuwari. One, for that rude comment. Two for saying no. Three for
cussing. Four for calling me a wench." BAM! "Hey.... Where'd Sango
go?" BAM!
While they had been arguing, the taijiya had slipped off, following the path
Miroku had taken, having succumbed to curiosity. As she picked her way through
the low hanging branches and clinging bushes that crowded the small footpath,
she thought on the strange turn of events.
*I can't believe he actually promised to that. Does this mean he'll never act
normal again? Well... Normal for him that is. Maybe now he'll stop ruining
every good moment with his hentai actions. It's definitely something to look
forward to. But wait- Why did he make that promise? What if, somehow, when I
wasn't looking, he found someone else. Someone he likes better than he could
ever like boring old me? I could have driven him away from any attraction by
the number of times I've nearly killed him. But then, why did he call me cute?
Ugh. So many questions, and practically no answers I can get without letting
Miroku find out!*
Her mind could have continued from there, but she was interrupted by a hand on
her shoulder. She swung around, her fist soaring towards whoever had sneaked up
on her, only to be caught by the bemused looking houshi's free hand. She glared
at him.
"Houshi-sama! Why the hell are you sneaking up on me!? Did you forget your
promise already, you baka? I should hurt you for that," Sango growled.
"I just wanted to catch your attention Sango. You walked right past me,
lost in thought, and I figured I should stop you before you ran into a tree, or
something of the like," he said, putting on his innocent face. It was
ruined when he broke into a crafty grin. "So... What are you thinking
about? My reasons for making my promise, which no, I haven't forgot?"
Sango felt herself blushing. Again. If only there was some way she could
control the way her face loved turning different shades of red.
"Something along those lines," she mumbled, averting her eyes from
his, all too aware that he was still holding her hand, causing to turn redder.
Miroku's smile softened as he looked at her, studying the ground, blushing like
there was no tomorrow. Almost regretfully, it seemed, he released her.
"Let's just say that all of that head trauma was starting to get to me.
Besides, it wouldn't have some high points on my reputation, would it?"
Her head snapped up, her expression growing wary. Coming from him, that wasn't
just any old statement.
"Is that supposed to mean something?" she asked hesitantly,
involuntarily glancing towards his gloved hand. He looked at it in surprise,
having followed her gaze. She couldn't help but notice how boyish his face
looked at moments like these, when presented with the unexpected.
"You mean the kazaana? No. I would just like a few high points on my list,
if you get my meaning. Now, shall we head back? I'm not quite sure I trust
those two alone together, especially with Shippou staying with Kaede due to
those burns he got from tripping into the fire while being chased by
Inuyasha."
"Heh... He got sat how many times? Ten? But Kirara is there, so they have
to behave at least somewhat. Oh, before we go... I have one more question
houshi-sama."
"All right."
"What did you talk to Kagome about earlier? I mean, before then, you were
acting all weird. Now, it seems you're pretty much just fine... I guess."
This had been daunting her somehow. As much as she trusted Kagome, a part of
her heart just nagged at this subject. What if, things weren't what they really
seemed to be? What if that was the really the reason for his promise, and all
he had said just moments before was nothing but a huge lie.
Miroku breathed a small sigh. It figured this would come up. It would be best
to tell the truth, to some extent, so the pain would be less if she heard it
all. For him, that is. Besides, the way she was thinking just couldn't
continue. If he let her, she might just go on a jealous rampage against Kagome.
That wouldn't be good... Sango was quite dangerous when angry. He knew from
experience.
"I just asked her advice on a matter or two, just for a second
opinion." Sango looked fairly surprised.
"Advice? On what?"
"Dear Lady Sango! Do let me keep a few secrets. Things have a proper time
and place to be revieled, no? Now, come, let's head back," he said,
laughing to himself silently as the familiar flush he had predicted graced her
features as they started off. She could blush so easily sometimes. That was
just one of the reasons as to why he loved her. Glancing over at her, Miroku
couldn't help but feel glad it was him doing the mind reading, and not her.
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Aamalie: Ugh... That was a long chapter. Not including our notes, it was over
1600 words long. The chapters are usually only about 1000 words or so. And I
still have to write another chapter so I can fufill my promise. Oi. I think
I'll just update it a day after this one gets uploaded, since I never have
time... And tonight is no exception. And it is the last weekend of summer
break. *pouts*
Maela: You enjoy complaining, don't you?
Aamalie: Yep! I got 1st place, Best of Class, and Best of Show awards for my
complaining skills! *peace sign*
Maela: *drops her head in her hands*
Aamalie: Hee... Anyway, I want to thank everyone for their reviews. We finally
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gonna see Aaron Carter (I think?) in concert on Labor Day. He's playing at the
state fair, and some friends are taking us, so... =P All for free! All the
drooling fangirls would hate me right about now... Or then. Or whatever.
Maela: *shoots Aamalie with the tranquillizing gun she 'borrowed' from Corisu
Li.* Heh... Anyway, review, then pray we update soon. I've gotta go return
this. *kicks Aamalie into the broom closet and runs towards 'Two Months to
Live'.
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Taena: Somewhere in the Pacific on a cruise with Sesshoumaru. (Who just happens
to be wearing trunks!) *Beats off the rabid fangirls*