InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dry Well a Portal to Where? ❯ What's that, is it ... Fluff!? ( Chapter 15 )

After the fancy dinner party Miroku stood on the back deck, looking up at the stars, he was in his blue and black plaid flannel pajama pants and nothing more, most of the others had already turned in for the night.

 

He smirked remembering that Sesshoumaru had actually confided in him that he was a little taken with Kagura, but her friend Rin wasn't that bad, and her body guard Hachi was a little odd.

 

Miroku leaned on the railing, his thumb playing with the beads that held his wind tunnel at bay. Sango had been stunning in her gown, which he had to admit. Yup, he was doomed, he liked her, probably even loved her, but the traits taught to him young, were hard to over come, and some days he really wished he could cut off his hand.

 

He remembered Inu Yasha being an ass, and Kagome had sat him about six times before storming out in tears… That poor Inu Hanyou had no tact.

 

Miroku had had his hands full, he'd managed to distract Hachi long enough for Sesshoumaru and Shippou to get a dance out of Kagura and Rin. But his Lady Sango had danced with Wolfwood, Hiten, Kouga, Sesshoumaru, Shippou, and Inu Yasha, but never once would she dance with him.

 

He had been talking to Kagome for a little bit before she had stalked back to her room, when Inu Yasha had come out to try and talk to her.

 

He shook his head at his friends, through the ages chaos surrounded him, but always he had these few souls around him, the woman warrior, the outcast, the orphan, the lord, and heir, the loner, and the pure soul, hardly ever all at the same time, but usually they some how found him. There were days when he only wanted to be alone, but in the end, he was so glad that even if they didn't remember him from their past lives, that they were there for him.

 

He froze hearing a soft thump on the deck behind him. He looked back over his shoulder to see Sango, had tripped, over one of the lawn chairs. She was in pink flannel pajama pants, fluffy slippers, a black tank top, and a big fluffy bathrobe that was blue, with little gray stars all over it. She had it hanging open, and she had two cups of hot tea. He smiled inwardly to see her hair was down, she may not have been publicly acceptable at the moment, but she was beautiful in his eyes.

 

“Really thirsty?” He asked, pushing off the railing, he stood to his full height, as he turned to meet her.

 

“You know, I should throw this at you…” Sango smiled softly. “No, I was being nice, and I wanted to apologize…” She said, handing him one of the cups, the one just happened to say `Warning: Experiment in Progress'

 

“The might demon slayer has something to apologize for? I'm shocked.” Miroku smiled. “Thank you.” He said, for the tea, surprised she'd be so nice to him.

 

“I'm sorry I didn't dance with you, I know you wanted me to… But by the time you got around to asking, my feet were killing me, Inu Yasha can not dance, I think he broke one of my toes, and I know I'm gonna need new dress shoes.” She shook her head.

 

Miroku smiled. “The only thing he can dance with is danger it seems, I know that Kagome was complaining about that earlier…” He took a sip of his tea, smiling that she had remembered he usually added a little cinnamon and a little sugar to his. “It's fine. Just so long as next time I get the first and last dance, my lady.”

 

She wasn't sure if he was teasing or not, but she smiled. “So long as you forgive me.” She shrugged. She averted her eyes from his half naked form to the dark woods and the back yard. “So what'd Yasha do to anger Kagome?”

 

“He wouldn't let her dance with anyone, he kept cutting in, when she danced with Kouga, Shippou, me, Sesshoumaru… he called her his bitch, and well, you saw the result.” Miroku shook his head, at their poor friend's misfortunes.

 

Miroku froze, causing Sango to look up at him confused.

 

His deep blue eyes searched the darkness, then a lethal smirk graced his lips. “Hello Naraku, having fun listening, hmmm, well, you cower in the shadows and darkness long enough, you finally gonna get your cowardly ass in gear and actually attack?”

 

Sango's eyes went big, looking up at the monk as though he was completely off his rocker.

 

A voice came from the far right, as Sango saw a small orange glow fall, and disappear, and the sound of something being ground into the ground. “Bout time you noticed the Poisonous insect, Miroku, remember not to use your wind tunnel, you remember what happened last time you did that…” Wolfwood's voice said, as he lit up another cigarette.

 

Miroku's eyes never left where he felt the demonic aura, and where he heard the buzzing. “I remember all too well, and I never want to see a woman cry on my behalf again, our little girl has gotten stronger, but no doubt so has Naraku.” Miroku said, not using Kagome's name, knowing that Naraku had heard enough all ready. He moved just enough so he was between the threat and Sango. “So you coward, you gonna finally come out and fight?!” Miroku's voice was tight, clipped, quiet, filled with deadly intent.

 

Sango looked up at him, staying close behind him, wondering why he thought to protect her, she was a warrior, she lived and died by the code. She blushed slightly as she realize he actually didn't seem to mind protecting her. He hadn't told her to run to the house or anything.

 

“Bro, you know as well as I do, he's a coward that gets off on mind games, he's a weakling and a manufactured hanyou, he's lower then a human on the food chain, and he's a parasite, just trying to make himself known, and putting in a futile attempt to take over the world, and it'll never work, because we've got two Lords, a Hanyou, a Prince, the Heir to the Western Realm, the last of the Kitsune clan, a Taijiya, and our little Miko.” Wolfwood said. “Sides, if worse comes to worse, I got some on I can call in that's the only back up anyone would ever need.” Wolfwood gave a smile that mad Sango's blood run cold…

 

There was a scream from upstairs, and then shouting, and then the insect flew away.

 

Miroku looked to Wolfwood.

 

Wolfwood looked past his brother at the irate Hanyou, Shippou, Kouga, and the others that had dragged themselves out of bed to the scream.

 

“Something took Kagome.” Inu Yasha growled.

 

“It took Indiana as well.” Salem said stoically.

 

Sesshoumaru growled. “As well as Rin and Kagura, and Father.”

 

“Taisho and I swapped rooms, he wanted to be there should the women need him, and he knew I'd be perfectly safe with you guys.” Sango said.

 

Miroku growled deep and low in his throat.

 

“Looks like the damn spider went for the women, we know he's always wanted the Miko, and now… now he's got Salem's Daughter, his right hand, her friend, and your adopted father. “ Wolfwood flicked some of the ashes off the end of his cigarette. He seemed thoughtful for a moment. “Slayer, you tired?”

 

“Not anymore, why?” Sango asked, still slightly behind Miroku.

 

“You're the only mortal, the only one that would really need sleep, if you don't want or need it right now, then let's head out, suit up, meet here in fifteen?” Wolfwood suggested looking to his Lord for confirmation.

 

Salem nodded, turning on his heal, he headed back for the house, to get ready.

 

After a minute or two it was just Miroku and Sango on the deck again.

 

“You sure you'll be alright?” He asked.

 

“Yeah, I'm a demon slayer, I gotta be ready to hunt at the drop of a hat.” She said.

 

“I'll walk you to your room.” He gave her a small smile, as he let her lead the way.

 

Sango walked to her room. She noticed he paused at the door.

 

“Talk to me while you change, call it paranoia but I wanna make sure you don't disappear like the others did.” He said.

 

She nodded, agreeing, after seeing the hidden worry in his eyes.

 

“So what were we talking about before we were spied on?” She asked, as she pushed the door too, so she could change.

 

“Talking bout how Inu Yasha is too protective of the Miko, and how if he wasn't so pig headed he might be able to get over his pride and let her know he actually cares.” Miroku said.

 

“He's a fighter, stuck between Youkai and Human, he's just afraid to let his true feelings show, it's a warrior thing, trust me.” Sango said from in her room.

 

“I FEAR NOTHING, SANGO!” Inu Yasha called down the hall.

 

“I know Yasha, and we appreciate that.” Sango said soothingly, as she gather Hiraikotsu, and her katana. She stepped back into the hall, in her black and pink Taijiya armor.

 

Shippou let out a low whistle.

 

Miroku was in Jeans, and a hoodie, his staff in hand, and spell scrolls in his pocket, and he hadn't left his post at her door.

 

“Some appreciate him, others just appreciate his comic relief.” Miroku teased slightly, loosening up a little.

 

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