What Sango Wants –
Part Seven: All Alone
Aamalie:
*crawls out of the broom closet with a dazed look on* Hewwo eberywun...
Maela: *comes back in and knocks her back out with a frying pan* You don't
wanna hear her, do you? You just wanna read the story, and I want to read a few
myself... My mother underestimates the power of withdrawl... Argh... Once I'm
done writing this, I'll do some math to 'encourage' her to let me on...
~*~
Taena: On a search in the
Disclaimer: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I don't own Inu, Neither do you.
*Snuggles with Miroku*
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"What do you mean, you're leaving?" prodded an unnerved Sango.
"Just for a while. We'd be back by tomorrow morning."
"So you want me to stay in the middle of nowhere with no one but
HIM?" the taijiya almost shouted, pointing a finger at the awakening
houshi. Kagome sighed.
"Well, it'd be easier than all of us trekking back for a day, then just
coming back anyway. It's just a day, and we need to pick up Shippou anyway. He
should be healed by now." The miko sent a brief, accusing stare at her
hanyou companion, who merely stared right back, til she rolled her eyes in
exasperation. "Anyway, with his promise still in play, you should be
fine." Sango grimaced in defeat. Miroku had managed to remain properly
observant of her personal space the entire night, through the walk back to camp
and in sleep. And, curse it all, for some inexplicable reason, his newly
refined and gentlemanly ways seemed to make her all the more attracted to him
than ever before. Well, she had gotten what she wished for, hadn't she?
"I suppose you're right. Still, hurry back, all right? It'd make me more
comfortable." Kagome smiled.
"No problem. And you know, you won't be totally alone. Kirara's still
here." Almost on cue, the neko youkai lept gracefully to her mistress's
shoulder, causing Sango to smile as well.
"You're right. If that big bad old houshi tries anything naughty, you'll
beat him up, right Kirara?" she laughed, petting her small companion, who
mewed in agreement.
"So nineteen is old now? I'd hate to think what I'll be in ten years. And
Inuyasha... My, you must be ancient! Then again, that explains the white
hair," said a jovial Miroku as he walked over. Inuyasha glared and would
have pounded his head in had Kagome not given him that look that said, 'Do that
and you'll be in twice the pain he'd be in'. Of all the crazy things in the
world, that look was the one Inuyasha feared most. Not that he'd ever admit it
of course.
"Feh. White hair or not, I'll still live a hell of a lot longer than
you." Oops. Wrong thing to say. Sango, for her part, looked utterly
abashed. Kirara tried to comfort her by nuzzling her cheek sympathetically.
Miroku's grinning face turned passive and emotionless with thought. Kagome, for
her part, looked absolutely livid.
"OSUWARI, OSUWARI, OSUWARI, OSUWARI, OSUWARI!" she yelled at him,
causing him to crash to the ground with a bang that send birds flying from
their nests. She stood over him, glaring at the back of his head. "If you
ever, EVER, say anything like that again, I'll say it fifty times instead of
just five. Now, hurry up and let's go. We'll 'talk' some more on the way."
She turned on her heel, and went to grab her backpack, and was on her way back
when the spell finally released the hanyou. He got up without a word, avoiding
everyone's eyes as he let Kagome onto his back and bounded off, getting
avalanched with just what Kagome had to say about him as soon as she thought
they couldn't be heard anymore. As they disappeared from sight, both Miroku and
Sango stood stationary, both at a loss for words.
"He sure has a way of making sure the day starts off on an interesting
note," Miroku finally said, breaking the silence. Sango rounded on him.
"INTERESTING? What he said was terrible, and he deserves any osuwari he
gets for that! I hope he gets a dozen more when they reach the well!" she
snapped, furious. The houshi shrugged.
"It was an ill choice of words, too easily misinterpreted, but not so
meant. Even so, I'm glad you all seem to care that much about a poor, big, bad,
old houshi like me." Sango looked at him for a long moment, then smiled
slightly.
"What are friends for?" She forced herself to keep smiling, and make
it look believable. *Oh really Sango. Friends? He hasn't tried to grope you
yet, and it makes him all the more loveable damn it! It's not fair. Why does he
have to be so... so... So him?* Miroku, of course, was listening in, and it
made the day seem all the brighter. Maybe this promise idea of Kagome's wasn't
so bad after all.
"I can't answer that question exactly, but I'm sure glad I have the ones I
have," he said, tossing in a wink before turning away, which he was quite
sure was making her blush once more.
They passed the rest of the day relatively quietly, the two occasionally
talking quietly, but mostly keeping to their thoughts, Miroku often taking a
peek into Sango's, unbeknownst to her. That in itself was probably a good
thing.
As dusk was growing, Miroku stood up from his spot, stretching. Sango watched
him with mild wondering from where she was hanging her usual kimono out to dry,
as she had just gotten back from washing it. Her armor, which she had cleaned
earlier, was what she was wearing now.
"Going somewhere?" she asked. Miroku nodded. "Where?"
"You'll have to come to find out." The look she gave him would have
made even Sesshoumaru flinch. "Don't look at me like that. I plan on
keeping my promise," he said irritably. After a long moment, Sango nodded
in assent.
"All right. I'll trust you this once houshi-sama. Kirara, you stay and
watch the camp, okay?" The small youkai purred in agreement before
settling in a spot where she could see everything. The taijiya turned to
Miroku. "Lead the way." He gave a mock bow.
"As you wish, Lady Sango!" And so, setting a jaunty pace, he set off
down the path he had taken the night before, but not before pausing to pick up
a fairly sized basket.
"What's that for?" Sango asked as she walked.
"Part of the surprise," Miroku said, not wanting to give anything
away just yet.
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Aamalie: *comes in through the front door* We could continue from there, and I
sort of want to, but it gets me more reviews if I make it a whole other
chapter.
Maela: *frowns* Yeah... We're only posting this today because its the last day
of vacation, and we want to get it out before we go back to endless work...
Taena: *Pops into the room, holding Orlando Bloom at the end of a leash* Okay
girls! Want him? Review!
Aamalie: *hisses* You brought him HERE? Curse you!
Maela: Erm... We don't like him. You can have him. As long as I get Shawn
Ashmore. (Think Iceman in X2)
Taena: And Gregory Smith... (Ephram in Everwood and Thomas in The Patriot)
Aamalie: And I get Miroku! And his ponytail! *giggles and tugs it happily* You
all can fight over Orlando if you want... Or even Inuyasha... *Hisses at the
Sessi fangirls* No! MY FLUFFY!
Sesshoumaru: *BAM!*
Aamalie: Whoopsies... Ummm... Sorry? Just review peeps...