InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Captive ❯ Chapter 9

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Captive*

Chapter Nine

*Sango's POV*

Lucky for Hoshi the hot spring completely calmed me down and relaxed me so I was in no mood to seek revenge on the peeping tom. I made my way humming happily back up the path to the house. When I entered the house the most delicious food smells assaulted my nose and I followed the scents to the kitchen. And there was Miroku looking all domesticated wearing an apron and making scrambled eggs, there was a stack of waffles on the counter beside him. "So you are house broken," I said leaning in the doorway. He didn't answer. "Hoshi," I said loudly. Still no answer. Miffed that he was ignoring me I marched over and smacked him in the back of the head. He was so surprised he nearly fell into the pan of eggs.

*Miroku's POV*

I hoped that the relaxing hot spring waters along with a well prepared meal would keep Sango from clobbering me when she got back I set about making a nice breakfast of waffles and eggs. I was jamming along to the music in my headphones and scrambling eggs when all of a sudden I was smacked across the back of the head and nearly fell into the eggs. I turned around to see a furious Sango yelling something I couldn't hear. Quickly I pulled out the headphones.

"What did you say?" I asked. Suddenly she looked very red and embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry Hoshi I didn't realize you were wearing headphones, I thought you were ignoring me and it made me mad." Sango apologized.

I cocked my head to the side thinking, how best to take advantage of the situation. "Well," I said slowly. "I'll forgive you if you kiss it and make it better." She narrowed her eyes at me and I wondered if I shouldn't have pushed. But she rolled her eyes, turned me around and smacked a quick kiss on my hair. "What about right here? I asked tapping my lips.

"What about it?" she asked. "I didn't hit you in the mouth."

"True," said I. "But when I fell forward from the force of your hit I singed my lips on the eggs."

"Liar,"

"Please Sango," I said with puppy dog eyes.

"Oh alright," she muttered. She kissed the tips of her fingers and then placed them on my lips. I chuckled.

"That's not gonna do it," I said. Reluctantly she leaned in to give me a sisterly peck, but I was having none of that. I gathered her close and before she could protest covered her lips with mine. For a moment she struggled beating her fist on my chest and trying to wiggle free, but before too long her arms slid around my neck and she relaxed against me. Unfortunately that's when the acrid smell of burning eggs filled the air. "Damn," I muttered against her lips then pushed her to one side keeping an arm around her waist as I used my other hand to turn off the stove and remove the eggs from the heat.

She tried to push away from me but I refused to let her out of my grip. "Miroku let me go," she demanded.

"No," I said simply, turning to her and smacking a kiss on her lips. "If I let you go you'll run off and miss breakfast. Now sit down will I fix you a plate." I guided her to a chair and then went back to the stove.

*Sango's POV*

I stared bemusedly at Miroku as he turned back to the stove humming. I just didn't get him sometimes. He gotten another kiss, which surely he knew that was all he'd be able to charm out of me today, so, why keep trying? Who knows, but at least I was getting breakfast out of it. Soon the food was done and Miroku dropped a plate stacked high with waffles accompanied by a mound of scrambled eggs.

"I don't want to hear anything about you being on a diet or some nonsense like that," Miroku said sitting down across from me. "You're gonna need your energy." he winked.

"I don't diet," I told him acting insulted. "Do I look like I need to diet? Are you trying to say I'm fat?"

"No! No, of course not Sango," he scrambled to placate me. "I don't think you're fat. In fact you're to skinny. You need some meat on your bones, have some more." He added a couple more waffles to my plate. And I couldn't help it I just threw my head back and laughed and laughed.

"I was just messing with you," I said. Then I looked at him and he had this stunned dazed look on his face. "Miroku," I said hesitantly. "Are you okay?"

*Miroku's POV*

Beautiful. That was the word that came to mind when I heard Sango's sweet sensual laugh. Beautiful. It wasn't near good enough a word to describe the sound but it was all I could come up with. I dimly heard Sango asking if I was okay and then realized I was staring at her like a star struck teenager in the presence of their favorite idol.

"What's wrong, Hoshi?" She asked. "Is it that shocking that I actually have a sense of humor?" She grinned. Her grin was almost as great as her laugh; I couldn't wait to see a full fledged smile.

"No," I said finally gathering my wits about me enough to answer. "I was just thinking of how beautiful your laugh is." I told her. And surprise of surprises she blushed. I never thought I'd make my tough as nails little Sango blush but I did. And that was a huge victory. I knew it. And she knew it.