InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chibification ❯ Bickering, yet again ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Chapter One

A/N: Its sappy in the beginning. If you dont like fluff or waff, dont bother reading this. I love waff/fluff. I live off it. ^.^

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Inu-Yasha. Im certainly no Takahashi Rumiko.
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Miroku had had it. He sighed in frustration. In the background, one could hear a shout of Osuwari! and a yelp of pain, followed by a sigh and Im going home, Shippo. Ill be back in five days maybe.

Miroku turned around to watch a young girl in a white and green fuku jump down the rickety dry well. Kagome disappeared down that well every time Inu-Yasha got out of line. Miroku was tiring quickly of the whole situation as comical it was. Kagome was important to their mission. Not that he didnt enjoy the breaks, it was just hard to take a break when ones hand reminded one of the consequences of resting.

Miroku grew very stoic as he continued with his thoughts. If he didnt get Naraku back soon, well he didnt want to think about it. So, back to the present, Miroku watched Inu-Yasha get up from the position a certain word caused him to pose. Certainly a very painful word. Inu-Yasha was a very simple person to understand. The dog-boy shunned the world, peoples trust, and other similar things because he wasnt treated well being a hanyou. Miroku sighed again. That dog caused more trouble than Kami.

Whats wrong, Houshi-sama? A feminine voice interrupted his thoughts. His thoughts suddenly disappeared for a minute before he could compose himself.

Kagome has returned to her time yet again, Miroku stated, I give you three guesses as to why but youll only need one.

Oh, damn that dog. Sangos hand snaked up towards her boomerang-like weapon. Miroku noticed this and decided it was not necessary because Inu-Yashas conscience would beat him better than Sango could. Miroku grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes with all seriousness.

Sango, that is not required seeing as he will beat himself up about it anyway, sulking in the goshinboku. So, while Inu-Yashas being himself, I suggest- Miroku was interrupted by a very loud smack and a stinging sensation. Sango waggled a finger at him, menacingly.

Dont even ask, Houshi-sama.

But I wasnt going to ask anything. I was going to say-

No.

Sango! Please listen!

No. I dont want to hear it, you hentai. Sango turned to go but was stopped when she realized Miroku was staring at the ground, his hand on the red print on his face.

<Does she really believe thats all I think about?>

Fine. What were you proposing, Houshi-sama? Sango asked, relenting.

As I was saying, Inu-Yasha obviously has a problem with rejection and stepping down from this image he thinks he has to portray, so I suggest we help, subtly but forcefully, show Inu-Yasha theheherror of his ways. Miroku could see the wheels turing in Sangos mind as a wicked gleam transferred from his eyes to hers.

Okay, Houshi-sama. Youre on with one condition.

What might that be? A nervous Miroku asked a seemly innocent demon exterminator.

Sango had to laugh at Mirokus nervousness. He had good reason though. She took his hands this time and watched with difficultly as Miroku started unconsciously squirming. Houshi-sama, as long as were planning, I dont want to see these hands, she shook them for emphasis, touching my or anyone elses bottom.

Miroku paled. Sango was ready to burst in laughter. She had him right where she wanted him. Letting go of his hands, she asked innocently, yet with forcefulness, So we have a deal?

Miroku thought quickly, gulping. Yeah, he needed Sango to help him with Kagome. He sighed. Yes, I forfeit at all advances until our game is over. His head hung in defeat. Sango wanted to hug him when he looked that way. Restraining herself, she asked instead, So what are we going to do about those two?

Their goal seemed to flicker happily behind a looming mountain of unpleasant emotional situations. Miroku flinched. Well, letshow does Kagome put it? Lets compare notes.

Sango nodded, wondering where that expression came from. Kagome absolutely loves him Her fear is that he doesnt return it and he still longs for Kikyou. Oh, I could almost murder that witch for all of this. Sangos fists clenched in anger. No one hurt her friends. Miroku edged a way a bit, silently.

Inu-Yasha does love her too. He isnt the brightest person though. He fears Kagome will reject him. He fears she loves Kouga or this Hojo from her time. He wants her and will not admit it. He fears she would not want to be with a half breed. He hates to put himself in uncomfortable emotional situations and he tends to handle them badly.

So how do we bring the truth to their eyes? Obviously, we cant just shout it out to them. Thats like describing colors to the blind man. They wouldnt accept it if it was that blunt.

You have a very good point, there. How should we make it look like we had nothing to do with it? Sango did not answer because he made it sound like a rhetorical question. She sighed and leaned back.

<Why do relationships make simple things complicated?>


Miroku and Sango stayed like that before Sango noticed the Houshi sinking slowly so his head was on the ground near her knee. She knew he was really asleep because he never smiled like that in consciousness. She smiled secretly down on the monk. Her hand went to his face, brushing the hair away from his eyes. He mumbled something and fidgeted a bit. She frowned. The monk was a truly caring person. Yes, at times, he did act like a baka but she cared for him. Sango was tickled to think she would miss his wandering hand as long as the were planning.

<It would be a amusing role reversal if I started to touch him instead of him me.>

The more Sango thought about it, the more appealing it became. She knew she liked the monk way more than was considered safe, especially for her, the daughter of a family of demon exterminators.

Deciding she would play this game with Miroku and see if his wisdom told him anything, she moved his head so it was in her lap. Brushing his bangs out of his kawaii face and tracing an invisible line along his jawbone, Sango decided this was going to be a amusing week.

She was falling asleep when she noticed Miroku talking in his sleep. She thought it would be interesting to hear what he dreamt about so she brought her ear close to his mouth. The warm breath expelled from his body tickled her ear and sent shivers down her spine. She concentrated on his words.

No, Sango, dont! I didnt mean it! Please, come back! She grew more curious with each word. He fidgeted again, his face screwed up in an emotion shed call anguish.

Im sorry. I need you! Please, Sango, II love you! She almost dropped his head as she pulled away in shock. A warm feeling filled a cavity in her chest that had been so cold since Kohaku had been possessed. Miroku loved her! Well, at least, his subconscious did. He started to cry silently. Sango didnt know what to do but she had to do something.

Sango hugged Mirokus sleeping form. He loved her. He dreamt about her. She never wanted to let go of this moment. Miroku was crying in his slumber. Obviously this dream was hurting him. Sango stopped in indecision. Should she wake him up and explain why she was hugging him? Or should she watch him suffer and feel guilty?

Sango opted for the former. Gently shaking Miroku, she decided that shed tell him the truth. <How did that saying go? Adding to the truth? Oh, whatever.>

Miroku, wake up. Miroku? A soft voice called to him.

Huhhh? Miroku groaned. Sango smiled. Sango? His eyes start to focus again, taking in the nighttime sights.

Yeah?

Did you just call me Miroku? She smiled as he realized she was hugging him. Waitwhat the-?

Sango tried her hardest not to laugh as he woke up. <Notice how he starts getting nervous but he doesnt get up. Silly boy!>

<Did I die and go to heaven?> Miroku thought as he asked. Sango, are you going to hurt me?

Sango was hurt a little at the sudden fear in his eyes. She got over it though. Miroku, do you love me?

He blanched. <How am I suppose to answer that?> He looked at her. <With the truth, its the safest way.> Sangoyes, I do love you.

It was Sangos turn to worry. She had not expected him to answer with such straightforwardness. Miroku sweat dropped as Sango stared at him though not seeing him. Then she regain herself abnd put her arms under his head. She lifted it as her lips searched for his. Mirokus eyes went wide and he tensed. Sango then noticed he relaxed and felt him kiss her back. She pulled away, in need of air, and he lay back in her lap, sighing.

Please, tell me Im not dreaming, he whispered. Sango gently hugged him again.

She whispered back, her warm breath in his ear, making him shiver. No, youre not. I already awakened you from that nightmare you were having.

Sango watched as his facial expressions turned from bliss to hope and then back to doubt. She held him tighter, hoping he would get the right idea. He whispered to her. Sango, do you love me?

Sango didnt pale. She held her beloved and simply replied. Ai shiteru, Miroku.

His heart leaped for joy. She loved him. Sango loved him . Doubt came back again. Youre sure Im not dreaming?

It was answered with a pinch and he let out a yelp. Hey! What was that for? He asked, rubbing his arm.

Its not a dream, see? He saw her logic. Still, it didnt mean he had to agree with it.

To her disappointment, Miroku got up. And suddenly, Sango found herself encircled protectively by purple-robed arms. He sat back against a nearby tree, Sango held close to him. Murmuring in her ear, he kissed her neck thoroughly. A last stray thought ran through Sangos mind before she surrendered to sleep.

<I could get use to this.>