InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I'm Goin' To Miami ❯ You Got It All (Over Him) ( Chapter 7 )

(For my fans on MediaMiner, I decided to go ahead and give you all the first seven chapters of this story. For the remaining eight or so, you'll have to wait until I get them typed up ^-^ ! Please review and tell me what you think of my story,.)

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Finally! I'm through with Inuyasha's time in the spotlight and I can finally get to my favorite part of "I'm Goin' To Miami"! Ch.7! A chapter fluffier than Sesshomaru!

I'm just now to getting to the romance part of my stories: this chapter and a new songfic I posted "Think About You".

"LuClipse85, do you always mention your other stories so people will read them?" Inuyasha griped.

.....That and I want more reviews for that one. So far to my knowledge it only got one. Well, since I'm in a good mood, I'll go and say the disclaimer:

Miroku owns LuClipse85.

And at the risk of Takahashi-sama getting on me again, I don't own Inuyasha....in real life. In my own little world, Miroku serves me lemonade on my private patio in his swimming trunks! (sighs and drools)

Ah, sweet bliss......

(Best friend Tueske throws ice cold water on me, it turns to steam when it hits me) "He belongs to Sango, LuClipse85! Man, you are so goofy!" [She actually calls me that! Often.]

"Lady, you have no idea." Inuyasha mumbled. "Okay, she said the disclaimer so let's get on with it. Damn. I don't get another chapter until chapter 10."

HEY! Quit lookin' at my rough draft! Provided I don't have to split chapters again, that's when- why am I telling you this?! I'll end up giving plotlines away! Let's get on with the fluffiness!

(A/N: In case you haven't noticed, I've named every chapter except for one after the title of a song to reflect the mood of the chapter. This one is titled after a slow jam by the Jets. Y'know, the 80s group who made "Crush on You"? Well if you haven't heard the song, this chapter will pretty much tell you what the song's about.)

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"I'm Goin To Miami"

Chapter 7

"You Got It All Over Him"

Inuyasha and Kagome stepped out of their suites quietly early the following morning to go check out more sites of Miami Beach, and even check out some of the other areas nearby. Inuyasha had everything planned out: he talked it over with Kagome in private last night, she agreed and the two of them would leave early in the morning and go sightseeing alone.

However just as they got to Inuyasha's car, Shippo mischievously popped out of the backseat with a playful grin. He had eavesdropped on Inuyasha and Kagome's conversation and wanted to go with them. Needless to say Inuyasha was NOT happy about it. He took the kitsune by his shirt collar and started giving him a large piece of his mind with a few choice words when Kagome spoke up.

Inuyasha's eyes rolled up when he heard her say Shippo could come. He snapped his head behind him at Kagome, his golden eyes blazing, and saw her firm visage. Inuyasha keh-ed and dropped Shippo; he knew better than to argue with a woman, especially Kagome.

"Oh come on, Inuyasha. It's not that bad having me with you all the time." Shippo stated with a mischievous grin, "I'm just getting you ready for the future. This way it won't be so unfamiliar when you and Kagome have your kids and you can't get any privacy!" He joked.

As Shippo impishly laughed to himself, Inuyasha snarled loudly and squeezed the steering wheel almost firmly enough to break it; Kagome looked up to the side, embarrassed and knowing what was to come.

"Kagome.....?" Inuyasha growled with bared fangs and extended claws, asking her something he knew she might said 'no' to.

"Get it out your system, Inuyasha." Kagome sighed.

Shippo immediately shut up and stared blankly at Kagome, then turned to Inuyasha in fear. The half-demon looked at the kitsune with a malicious smile. One second passed, and Shippo leapt out of the backseat and made a run for it back to the hotel room and Inuyasha leapt after him and intercepted his path. Shippo went in the opposite direction and Inuyasha intercepted him again. They did this for a while, circling the convertible; Kagome just sat in the passenger's seat looking up at the early morning sky, waiting for Inuyasha and Shippo. Inuyasha caught the kitsune by his tail and pounded him into next week! When he was finished, he hauled Shippo back to the car and dumped him in the backseat, strapping him in since he was unconscious.

Kagome turned to Inuyasha when he got in the car. He looked back with a satisfied frown.

"Finished?" Kagome asked flatly, after getting her revenge on Shippo.

"Finished."

Inuyasha started the car and drove off to their first destination. "Kagome, you think it's safe to leave Miroku with Sango?"

"Don't worry about her, Inuyasha. Sango's a strong woman, she can take care of herself." Kagome answered confidently.

Inuyasha looked a bit concerned. "I was talking about Miroku. You remember what happened at the luau?"

Kagome teardropped. They would be gone all day long and when they woke up, Miroku and Sango would be alone together.

At a little after noon that day, Sango lounged on a beach chair beside the hotel's large outdoor pool, in her baby pink bikini. Once again, she caught quite a bit of attention from the guys as they admired her beautiful body and her curves.

"Dude, are all Japanese women that hot?" One asked his friend.

Sango dozed off and was in the middle of a nice dream when suddenly-

BOOM! CRASH!!

The loud crash and rumble of thunder awakened her with a start. Sango sat up in her chair and looked up at the sky. Just as she observed the dark clouds and the sudden chill in the air, a monsoon poured down on her. In the rain, Sango scrambled out of the beach chair, grabbed her towel and ran inside the hotel along with the others who were outside.

Sango stood by the door and looked outside at the rain. She couldn't see a thing outside! It was actually a monsoon out there! Disappointed because she really wanted to lounge in the sun, Sango walked up to her and Kagome's room in her revealing bikini, dripping wet and freezing from the air conditioning.

Sango got to her room and turned the knob to go inside and change her clothes. But the knob wouldn't turn! Sango threw her head back and groaned loudly, frustrated.

She was in such a hurry to get the pool earlier that she had forgotten her key and locked herself out!

Sango was dripping wet from getting caught in the freak monsoon and she was freezing from the air conditioning inside the hotel. She looked down the hall at a certain door.

With only one option, Sango walked a few doors down and knocked on Miroku and Inuyasha's door. She knocked again after waiting a few seconds.

"Who is it?" Miroku answered groggily.

"Miroku? It's Sango."

The door opened almost immediately when Sango spoke. Miroku saw her standing in front of him in her bikini with water dripping off of her and tried really hard to keep his eyes level with hers. It was a second dream come true for him! His first being Sango standing there WITHOUT the bikini.

Sango explained that she had locked herself out of her room and asked if she could borrow a towel or two so she would freeze to death in front of her door.

"Wait, are you saying you intend to sit in front of your door and wait until Kagome, Inuyasha, and Shippo get back from wherever they went?" Miroku asked, wanting to make sure he understood what Sango had said.

Sango said yes and Miroku immediately disapproved.

"There's no way I can allow you to do that, Sango. Not when you could wait for her and still be warm." He protested firmly.

Sango blinked, surprised at Miroku's chivalrous attitude. She figured he'd probably give her a coat to wear while she sat.

"You could stay with in our suite until Kagome returns."

"Forget it!" Sango replied flatly. She gave Miroku a very distrusting face; she knew Miroku was simply being a gentleman, but she didn't soften her visage. Then she shivered as she felt a very cold draft crept up her backside. Immediately Sango reconsidered. She looked inside the suite and then at Miroku's hopeful visage.

"Sango, I promise on my honor for as long as you're under my care, I will not lay a hand on you." Miroku vowed sincerely.

Sango could sense he was serious, but she still hesitated. Miroku waited patiently for her decision. After feeling another draft, she agreed. With a kind smile, Miroku stepped back out of Sango's way, held the door open for her and extended his hand out with a humble bow, welcoming her in.

"Welcome to our humble suite, my Lady Sango." Miroku said humbly with an elated smile.

Sango couldn't help by chuckle at Miroku as she walked inside, although she did think it was very charming of him. She looked at him a little suspicious as him as he led her into his room.

Sango stood by Miroku's bed looking around the room as he searched through his suitcase for something suitable for her to wear for the time being. He absentmindedly asked Sango what size she was and got pummeled in the head while being called a "frickin' H"!

Miroku turned toward and looked up at fuming Sango from his position on the floor, cowering a little. "What did I do?" He asked innocently, honestly wondering what he did wrong.

"You asked me what my size was, you pervert!" Sango yelled, glaring fiercely into Miroku's fear-stricken eyes. "I'm telling you right now just because you acted like a gentleman and got all charming on me don't mean you gettin' any of this!" Sango declared, standing with her hands on her hips looking down at Miroku.

Miroku stared up at her, silently marveling over her flawless body and how beautiful she looked even when she was mad. He sat up and calmly explained things to her.

"This time you really did misunderstand my intentions, Sango. I asked what size you were so that I could find something warmer for you to wear. Although I like how you look now, I very much doubt you'd be very comfortable in a wet bikini." Miroku explained, smiling.

Sango stared at Miroku in embarrassment. She had thought Miroku had got a good look at her upper bikini and got curious as to her bra size, assuming she was well endowed enough for him to ask.

"Oh. Sorry. Medium" Sango quietly answered, red in the face and looking away.

Miroku smiled and continued his search, still unable to get over the fact that Sango would be with him until Kagome came back. He mentally told her and Inuyasha to take their time and stay away for a couple of days.

Miroku found a large short sleeved shirt with the upper part and around the ends of the sleeves were a dark pink and rest of the shirt was whitish-pink and green shorts. He wondered how something so feminine-looking wound up in his suitcase and thought maybe Inuyasha had played another prank on him while he was asleep. It worked out as he thought it suited Sango. Miroku held the clothes up and tried to see if they matched.

Sango was still cold and wet and was rubbing her arms for warmth. She saw Miroku had found something for her and said it was fine. He handed her a large towel along with the clothes and watched as Sango flew into the bathroom that was in his room. She dropped the clothes on the covered toilet seat and wrapped the towel over her shoulders, huddling in one spot for warmth. Sango sighed in relief when she finally got warm.

"Damn, Tina Turner ain't got nothin' on Sango!"

Sango's eyes flew open when she heard Miroku's quiet exclamation. Her head turned toward the doorway and her red face darkened. She had left the door wide open and Miroku was looking in at her, his neck stretched out to the side, his eyes widened and staring in awe at Sango's gorgeous, smooth legs.

Sango's surprised visage remained as she wondered why Miroku was admiring her like she was a goddess! It didn't hit her until two minutes later that she was staring at him and he was still staring at her. Sango snapped out of it and shut the door, not slamming it but gently shutting it.

Miroku snapped out his daze and turned his face away from the door, still marveling over what sexy legs Sango had!

"Good Buddha....it feels kinda hot in here." Miroku said to himself.

That wasn't a cliche he used; it really did feel a little hot to Miroku. He looked at the Thermostat and found it was up a bit high. He started to turn it down but then thought Sango might be chilly when she got out, so he left it alone.

Sango leaned against the closed door, staring up at the ceiling, berating herself for letting Miroku check her out like that. She brought her head down and looked at the floor. Though she berated herself, Sango was actually very flattered by Miroku's compliment.

Naraku never looked at her the way Miroku did. Those few times he did look at her, Sango was only an object to him.

To Miroku, Sango was a woman who had legs more gorgeous than Tina Turner!

What's that say to you?

Sango couldn't help but smile warmly. Miroku got turned on by her body so easily, then he would act so silly when he was caught feeling up on her. A laugh escaped from Sango. That was another thing about him; Miroku would go out of his way to make her laugh or smile, as he had proved at the karaoke bar last night. Plus, Miroku would have a good time himself in doing so.

Naraku never did that once for Sango.

Not once.

Sango banged the back of her head against the door, angrily. She wondered what she saw in that cold S.O.B. that made her want to marry him! Sango thanked heaven for giving her the common sense to know that Naraku would bring her nothing but hell. That's when all of her bad, no, nightmarish memories came back to her; Sango slid down to the floor, tightly gripping her hair.

She remembered when she was walking with Naraku and a very rude woman called her an unfeminine female just because she had a very well toned body. Naraku did nothing but laugh and agree with the woman, adding on to the insult......right in front of Sango! Then he had the nerve to try and pass it off as a harmless joke.

There was another memory when Sango had made a very nice candlelit dinner for the two of them and she sat waiting for him when it was about time he got off work. She was all smiles as she had imagined his surprise. Naraku never showed up. Sango figured he was just late and waited patiently, however the hours went by and Naraku never showed up. He didn't even call poor Sango to tell her if he would be late. Sango gave him the benefit of a doubt that Naraku had a flat tire or something minor like that that he was taking care of and waited a little while more. By eleven-thirty, she realized he wasn't coming. Very upset, Sango blew out the candles and cleared the table, trying not to cry.

She had stayed up late waiting for Naraku to come home, but he still didn't come. She fell asleep and woke up late the next morning. An hour later, Naraku waltzed through the door! Of course Sango was angry. She had called him from work and told him she was making dinner and he was just now getting in. Naraku was a complete insensitive-ass about it, he didn't even care about the trouble Sango went through, saying her cooking tasted like crap. Sango went off and yelled at him, her feelings very hurt. The next thing she knew, she felt Naraku's fist slam into her jaw and heard him roar obscenities at her! He had only come home because he had come to get something and headed right back out.

Then, there was the memory that gave Sango nightmares every night for nearly a month:

The night Naraku had almost raped her.

[Flashback]

It was the one night he was actually home with her. They were both watching TV and Naraku started checking Sango out. He observed her body and found it very tempting. His red eyes landed on her butt and Naraku licked his lips, his body on fire for his fiancee.

Sango had been watching him the whole time. At first she was glad he was finally giving her some attention, but then when she saw that ominous look in his eyes, Sango wished he had ignored her as he usually did. Naraku brought his eyes up to hers and all Sango saw was lust.

No love, no affection, nothing but pure lust.

Naraku wanted Sango's body and that was all he wanted from her.

He slowly approached her, and she drew back, frightened. Naraku was in Sango's face and she stared back at him in fear. He hadn't said a word, but she knew his intentions.

"I'm not up for this, Naraku. I'm not ready yet." Sango spoke with a strong tone, though her heart was racing.

The grin Naraku gave her made her blood run cold. He inched closer to Sango and grabbed her left breast firmly. "Still with that old-fashioned notion of waiting until the wedding night? We've been engaged for two months. I'd say you've been a virgin long enough, Sango." He hissed with a domineering smile while kneading Sango's breast, making her wince in pain.

"Well I don't, Naraku!" Sango said strongly while slapping his hand off of her. The smile on Naraku's face disappeared. Sango's breathing was heavy as her heart beat even faster; she tried to explain before he became angry that she was going to wait until after she was married before she gave her virginity away and that was final. She may as well have been to talking to the walls because Naraku didn't even listen to her. He stated he wanted Sango's body tonight and he was going to get it tonight. Sango once again declined and then Naraku pinned both of her arms down on the couch and leaned over her, glaring down at her with his red lust-filled eyes.

In that split second that she looked up into them, Sango saw Naraku for what he truly was. She screamed and felt his fist slam into her eye! She didn't stop; she tried to get him off of her and Naraku proceeded to beat her into submission while molesting her at the same time. Sango was about to give up when she heard his pants unzip and then felt him unzipping hers. Then with all her strength, Sango kicked Naraku in his crotch HARD! He hollered and Sango sent a rock hard fist straight into his jaw, the force knocking him off of her and sending his head into the coffee table.

Sango quickly grabbed her ripped shirt and fled her apartment before Naraku could regain consciousness. She wrapped it around her chest, disguising it as a tube top and ran as fast as she could several blocks down the street to Kagome's apartment building.

[End of Flashback]

Sango released an anguished cry, her grip on her hair tightened and her forehead rested on her knees almost in fetal position. Just remembering that nearly drove her insane! If she hadn't fought back like she was trying to kill him, Naraku surely would have raped her.

[Resume Flashback]

Kagome was straight up pissed when Sango confessed what Naraku had done and what he had tried to do! Sango had to literally hold her back as she pulled out her .44 Magnum pistol, ready to put hot lead between Naraku's eyes! If cold-blooded murder was legal, Sango would have let her go.

Sango remained with Kagome and didn't leave the apartment for a solid week. She sat by the window, looking outside and reflecting on Naraku. Sango tried to figure out why she had even taken an interest in him. She reflected on everything he had done: verbal and physical abuse, negligence, absolutely no love at all, he didn't even give her a card for her birthday, and the only reason he wanted to marry her was sex. Although Naraku obviously couldn't wait that long anymore. In addition, Kagome had informed Sango that Naraku had been having affairs with other women, which explained why he never spent time with her.

Sango's eyes narrowed as she continued starting outside the window. She quickly came to a decision that she deserved better. Naraku would no longer be a part of her life.

Sango took Naraku to court a few days later. He was placed under a strict restraining order and his engagement to her was broken.

Sango moved in with Kagome afterwards; Kagome had actually suggested it. Naraku was scared to death of her and her gun collection, thus she was the perfect bodyguard. Normally, Sango would argue that she didn't want to endanger her best friend, but she was afraid of being alone now. Plus, Kagome insisted. She refused to leave Sango as easy prey for that sick bastard.

A week later, Naraku had tried to kill her younger brother, Kohaku. Naraku had shot him in the arm and had several hired thugs try to attack but he managed to escape into an abandoned house. Naraku had the thugs block all of the doors and windows and then set the house ablaze with Kohaku inside! Luckily, someone saw the burning house and bravely broke his way inside to save Kohaku while another called the fire department. He was wounded and burned badly, plus he had inhaled a lot of smoke, but thankfully he survived. Sango pushed her way to her little brother's side, and held him tightly, crying. Kohaku had just enough strength to tell his sister that Naraku had tried to kill him, he told him that this was Sango's punishment for defying him.

Sango released a infuriated growl, her gnashed teeth bared. She despised him for what he did to her baby brother! Naraku had tried to kill him over something stupid! Sango would never forgive him!

[End of Flashback]

"Sango? Sango, are you alright?"

Miroku had quietly knocked on the bathroom door and called to Sango.

Sango released her grip on her hair and sat up, staring into space as she came back from her nightmarish memories. She remembered she was in the bathroom of Miroku's hotel room and the clothes he had picked out for her still rested on the covered toilet seat, untouched.

"Sango? Is everything alright?" Miroku called again, worried.

"Y-yeah. I'm alright, Miroku. Why?" Sango answered quietly, trying to get herself together.

"You've been in there for almost a half-hour and I heard something hit the door, then it sounded like you were crying and just now I heard growling. So I came to check on you."

Sango's eyes closed as her body relaxed and a small smile spread on her lips. Miroku's soft and caring voice brought an indescribable calmness to her tense body. "I'm fine. Thanks. I'm sorry if I worried you, Miroku."

He smiled, glad that she was alright. "It's okay, Sango. Take your time. Try not to fall in, alright?"

Sango rested the back of her head on the door as she chuckled quietly. "You idiot." She said under her breath.

Miroku grinned slyly, "Are you smiling?"

Sango rolled her eyes up and tried not to laugh to loudly. "Maybe......yes."

She heard a quiet chuckle from the other side of the door. Miroku left the door and laid back on his bed, watching Tenchi Muyo reruns.

Sango just sat against the door, cherishing the smile Miroku gave her. The instant he spoke, Miroku's voice banished her nightmare like an ofuda. Sango sat for a moment longer then got up and put on the clothes before the actor peeked inside to check on her again.

The shirt fit rather loosely on her as one side hung completely off her shoulder, exposing her smooth light skin. Although Sango thought it was kind of sexy, she quickly covered her exposed skin; she didn't want to give Miroku more temptation than he already had. As for the short shorts, they fit perfectly on her waist and shapely thighs but hugged her full hips just a bit.

Sango emerged from the bathroom after forty-five minutes. She expected to see Miroku gawking at her beautiful body and how hot she looked in that outfit.

She tilted her head to the left and found him lying on the bed, his head propped up on the pillow and the TV watching him.

Sango nearly fell over at the visual paradox! She just stared at the sleeping actor; dumbfounded because she had never seen Miroku asleep before. He was always so hyperactive around women. Disappointed, because Sango had actually wanted Miroku to tell her how hot her legs looked in the shorts.

Sango released a sigh of slight disappointment and mumbled to herself, "At least I won't have to worry about him undressing me with his eyes."

She walked up toward the bed and then observed Miroku's face. He was lightly perspiring. Sango looked at the thermostat and found it no surprise, it was quite hot. She turned it off and let the room cool down, then went to the window beside Miroku's bed and looked at the rain outside. It was still raining, but the monsoon had let up some as Sango's visibility had increased. She could just barely see the palm trees this time. The dark sky lit up with several flashes of lightening and loud booms of thunder crashed in the clouds.

This must be what that Will Smith guy was talking about when he said rainstorms in Miami "ain't nothin' to mess with". She thought in amazement. Sango had never seen rainstorms quite like this in Japan.

The room cooled significantly; Sango found herself lightly rubbing her arms for warmth. She looked at Miroku, at his peaceful face, and something inside her told her to touch his face. Sango slapped whatever put that thought in her head, but it continued to egg her on to touch his face. It disguised itself as a haunch that maybe something might be wrong with Miroku.

Sango drew closer to him, being as quiet as possible so she didn't wake him up. Tentatively, she placed a gentle hand on Miroku's forehead. It was very warm. Carefully, Sango placed the back of her hand against his cheek then to his neck just under his chin. Very warm as well. Then slowly and carefully, Sango placed her palm against Miroku's cheek and lightly stroked it. His skin was nice and smooth, reflecting his personality.

A light smile formed on Sango's lips as she gazed at Miroku's face. He looked so peaceful and a little cute. What was it about men sleeping that women found so attractive?

Miroku stirred, feeling the softness of Sango's palm. Her heart jumped, thinking he was going to wake up and see her. He didn't, Miroku only burrowed his face into Sango's palm, slightly nuzzling it and sighing quietly. Sango blinked incredulously. She got the feeling that Miroku was awake, he just didn't open his eyes.

Sango was blushing a deep pink. She was also starting to worry, she was now cold but he was practically burning up. I think he has a slight fever. I should check his pulse.

Sango paused. She might wake him up if she did. So then, she skillfully unbuttoned the first three buttons on his blue jean shirt, exposing his bare chest and laid her left ear atop his heart. Sango stared ahead into space in thought, listening to Miroku's heartbeat. It was a bit slow, even for someone sleeping it was a bit slow. Sango figured he was alright, then found herself still on Miroku's chest. Sango's eyes had drifted shut as she found Miroku's heartbeat very soothing.

I don't understand why, but Miroku's heartbeat sounds......it sounds....beautiful. I don't know why but his heartbeat just sounds so beautiful. Wait! It's speeding up! His heartbeat's speeding up!

"Uh, Sango?"

They flew open and stared ahead at Miroku's face as he stared back at her, blushing quite a bit as he wondered what Sango was doing and how his shirt got unbuttoned.

After they stared at each other, Miroku finally moved his eyes toward his bare chest and then at Sango. Realizing what he had technically asked her, Sango blinked and sat up on the edge of the bed beside Miroku and apologized, stating she had thought he had a fever and tried to check his pulse without waking him.

Miroku propped himself onto his elbows to sit up when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness and nausea overtook him. Sango saw his eyes roll up a little and his arms wobble significantly.

"Miroku?" Sango said in worry. Something was definitely wrong with him.

Miroku struggled to stay up but the wave increased its strength and he fell back onto the pillow, breathing heavily and lightly perspiring. Miroku's body felt weak and jittery. He looked up through his narrowed eyes and saw Sango staring at him in deep worry.

"It's not serious, Sango. I'm okay. I'd have thought by now, I'd have gotten over it." Miroku stated softly.

After being questioned, Miroku explained his ailment of exhaustion to Sango; how he'd overdid it on his latest movie and how he hadn't really recovered despite how much he had been sleeping. Then it came to him, his sudden wave of dizziness just now probably had something to do with the karaoke bar last night. Miroku explained to Sango that he had saw her frown a little bit and, despite his exhaustion, he wanted her to smile. Thus, Miroku exerted himself further to entertain her and make her smile even just a little.

Sango smiled gratefully, and deeply touched that he did that for her.

Miroku propped himself onto his elbows to get out of bed again when Sango stopped him, saying if he was still exhausted then he should be laying down resting.

"Sango, it's not that bad. I'm okay." Miroku said, trying harder to escape Sango.

Sango's eyes narrowed. She wasn't convinced. Without any warning, Sango leapt up and pounced on top of Miroku, pinning his upper arms firmly down and starring him down like a tigress!

"You are not going anywhere, Houshi Miroku! You are going to lay down, like this, and you are going to chill! Got it?"

Sango looked directly into Miroku's widened eyes. He shook his head up and down, surprised at her behavior. Sango realized what she had just did and softened her stare.

"I'm sorry, Miroku. I didn't mean to be so aggressive. I hope you're not upset." Sango apologized.

"Oh no, not at all. In fact, I find it very kinky, Sango!"

Sango's eyes bugged out at him, then she saw Miroku was looking up at her with a very perverted grin stretching from ear to ear. Sango then looked at Miroku again, and realized he was UNDERNEATH her. She took another look and found she was sitting on top of him in a VERY suggestive position!

Not that Miroku was complaining.

Sango continued staring at him in shock when she brought her eyes up, noticing something. As her eyes widened more, Sango realized the fingertips of Miroku's right hand were on the side of her butt and gently moving in a tickling motion.......

Miroku lay sprawled out on the bed, unconscious. His eyes swirly (like Kenshin's) and a huge lump on the side of his head where Sango's fist landed with full force. Sango had gotten off of him and stormed into the kitchen and just stood against one of the walls, trying to regain her composure. The "whoo-saa" thing wasn't really working.

The guy nearly passes out from exhaustion and he STILL acts like a damn lecher! Rrrr! Although, I gotta admit, Miroku is very gentle with his hands. Plus it was nice surprising him from a change......WHAT THE HELL?! GET A GRIP, SANGO!! BAD! BAD!!

Sango rose her head and exhaled deeply, trying to forget the whole mental scenario. When it hit her that she was in the kitchen, Sango looked around and then got an idea. When she (ahem) sat on Miroku, she had heard his stomach rumble a little and took it he was hungry. Sango dared not say anything about it, knowing that H he would've most likely misused the term. Her stomach growled. Seeing as they were both hungry, Sango decided to make lunch.

Sango looked around the kitchen to see if there were any pots or pans. She found them neatly stacked under the sink. The hotel had really taken it into consideration that some of their guests preferred home-cooked meals and provided them with everything that would be needed. Sango took out a large pot, got several cans of tomato soup from the pantry, poured them in and let it simmer. She paused and looked at the pot of tomato soup and the vegetables. Seeing as she was going down the route of making an elaborate soup, Sango decided to just get out all of the ingredients for it. She pulled out a package of shrimp, selected spices and seasonings, and tentatively, a pack of ramen since she didn't see any of those pasta alphabet bits, praying that Inuyasha wouldn't put her in traction. (Forget about whether he'd have a cow, how much pain he would bring was the real issue.)

Sango got to work preparing the vegetables, a smile all across her face. She caught herself and giggled. Then she realized she was cooking for Miroku; she laughed. She really seemed to be enjoying herself, this is until she started to compare this situation to several involving Naraku. She had cooked for him on numerous occasions and he never appreciated it.

Sango stopped, a frown wiped her smile away and she leaned over the counter in frustration. Why was she now thinking about Naraku so much?! Ever since they got back from the karaoke bar last night, Sango couldn't stop comparing him to Miroku. Sango's closed eyes tightened; just hearing Naraku's name sent her through turmoil.

Her eyes opened calmly as her thoughts took a turn, focusing on Miroku. She thought about how kind and sweet he was, not to mention suave.

If it sustains that beautiful smile, you can call me 'idiot' to your heart's content.

Sango smiled warmly, then she broke out in a giggle. The effects of Miroku's line were like that of a spell. It was like he put a benevolent spell on her to make her smile, and whenever it played in her mind, Sango couldn't help but smile! Feeling better, she resumed chopping up the vegetables, smiling.

She decided to end it; the only thing Miroku and Naraku had in common was that they both groped her. Naraku coldly grabbed and Miroku gently stroked. Sango would die before she admitted that she liked Miroku's technique better........outloud, anyway. That was the only thing they had in common. Other than that, they were two completely different men.

Miroku being the better of the two.

"Oww!"

Sango had been lost in her daydream about Miroku and had forgotten she was handling a knife. She was cutting a tomato in her hand and a sharp pain brought her out of it. Sango looked at her hand and saw blood streaming down her hand along with the tomato juice. She threw the bloody tomato in the trash and found she had cut her hand rather deeply with the knife. With her other hand, Sango turned the stove off and quickly ran to one of the other bathrooms to dress her wound.

She wrapped the bandage around the gauze covering her palm, making sure it stayed in place.

Pay more attention next time, moron!

Sango growled as Naraku had crept into her thoughts again! Even in my mind the bastard's a stalker! Once again, Sango banished him from her mind and that was the end of it. Making sure her wound was properly bandaged, Sango went back to the kitchen to finish her soup. She cleaned up the blood on the counter, thankful she had moved the other chopped vegetables out of the way prior to cutting the tomato, put them in the simmering soup, sprinkled the selected spices and seasonings in and sauteed the shrimp. Only because her mother said they add flavor in the absence of salt, Sango added a quarter of an onion and a clove of garlic to the soup.

Sango grinned proudly as she let her creation cook for a little bit longer. She lifted the lid and peered in at her culinary masterpiece. She was very pleased with how it turned out but she sensed that it needed something. It needed a little more of something. Sango got a ladle and stirred the soup, finding it a little thin. She added a half a tablespoon of cornstarch to thicken it a little and carefully stirred it in. All the while she was daydreaming about Miroku; recalling her aggressive, yet kinky, way of keeping him in bed. Sango couldn't help but laugh at that. She came to a conclusion that since Miroku thought it was kinky, he'd just go with his joke. Seeing as how he touched her so lightly, Sango figured he must've only been joking with her.

A light blush accompanied her smile. She withdrew the ladle and grinning proudly, her creative was complete! And it smelled heavenly!

Sango poured some of the soup into a bowl, careful not to splatter any of it, and placed the shrimp in a circular pattern on the soup's surface. She couldn't make any sense of this! She had hated cooking, but now she was beginning to enjoy it once again. Placing the bowl on a tray she found, Sango exhaled deeply and walked back into Miroku's room.

She found him asleep again. He had regained consciousness and comfortably positioned himself and fell asleep again. Sango smiled, still thinking Miroku looked cute asleep.

"Miroku? Miroku?" She called to him gently.

His indigo eyes opened instantly upon hearing Sango's soft voice. His eyes looked up, sleepily and found Sango standing near the bed holding the tray and smiling at him.

Miroku rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at her again, he wasn't dreaming. Sango looked at him, puzzled. Miroku smiled, saying he just wanted to make sure he was awake.

Sango set the tray on the nightstand near the bed. Miroku started to sit up but took one glance at Sango when she glanced in his direction and froze, staring at her cautiously.

Sango noticed his expression and cocked and eyebrow at him. "What's the matter with you?" She asked curiously.

"Do I have permission to sit up, Sango?" Miroku asked jokingly with a playful grin.

Sango rolled her eyes up and chuckled with a lopsided grin, recalling what previously happened. "Yes, Miroku. You have my permission to sit up."

Miroku sat up slowly so he wouldn't get dizzy again. As Sango pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down, Miroku noticed her bandaged hand.

"Sango, what happened to your hand?" He immediately inquired, very worried, knowing it wasn't bandaged earlier.

Sango stopped what she was doing and held her injured hand in her left and looked down at the gauze on her palm. "I-I was making the soup in the kitchen and....I kinda spaced out daydreaming while cutting a tomato and I wound up cutting my hand pretty badly."

Sango's left thumb lightly stroked the gauze as she looked down to the side. She felt stupid for doing such a careless thing and waited for Miroku to voice her berating thoughts.

She brought her eyes up at him and then lifted her head. Miroku said nothing and looked into Sango's eyes with a sympathetic gaze. He then looked at her hand and gently took it in his right hand, her palm facing upward. Miroku looked at the bandage and brushed the fingertips of his left hand over the gauze; he winced slightly as he imagined the pain Sango must've felt.

Sango could only stare as she wondered why Miroku was staring so intently at her palm. The second he had touched her hand, her heart pounded against her chest. Miroku stared at the gauze for a second longer and then with the utmost care and gentleness, placed his lips upon Sango's palm in a kiss.

Sango's eyes widened; she drew in a quiet gasp. Miroku had kissed her palm! No, he IS kissing her palm! His lips touched the bandage and held their position. Thoughts as to what Miroku was doing raced through Sango's head. She calmed down, feeling a pleasant warmth flow from her hand to the rest of her body; her heart fluttered.

Miroku held his kiss on Sango's palm for four more seconds, then broke the kiss as gently as he had placed it and gazed into her dark glittering eyes.

Sango blinked to bring herself back to reality, her cheeks flushed a bright red. Miroku just gazed at her with a warm smile. Sango would never understand that; everytime he did something like this, her face would be red enough to put a cherry to shame and yet Miroku could keep his composure ever so smoothly.

Something else to admire about him.

"That's to ensure a quick healing." Miroku spoke gently. "I was told if you place care upon a friend's wound, it'll heal quickly without leaving a scar."

Sango blinked, her heart fluttering more. "Does the method one prefer to use matter?" She spoke almost in a whisper.

"No, but I believe care in the form of a kiss has its own special healing abilities." Miroku replied with an affectionate smile.

Sango smiled, deeply touched. How sweet and kind of him. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. It kind of made her think of this show she saw where a smooth saxophone player said "take care" to a young drunk woman when she sneezed so she wouldn't turn into a fairy.

Sango gazed into Miroku's indigo eyes, marveling at how they coordinated so well with his smile.

"Arigatou...." She replied, her breath taken away.

Sango set the tray onto Miroku's lap, the soup had cooled somewhat. Miroku looked at the thick soup, thinking it looked really good. He glanced at Sango, impressed at her cooking. Sango leaned forward, practically on the edge of her seat waiting anxiously for him to try it. Not wanting to keep her waiting, Miroku rose a spoonful to his lips.

A split-second before he lifted the spoon, a thought hit Sango: she hadn't even tasted it to see if it was edible!

Oh Buddha! What if I made it too spicy? What if he thinks I'm a lousy cook? What if he's a strict vegetarian?! BUDDHA!

Sango was on the verge of pulling her hair out again when she suddenly heard a very content sigh. She brought her head up and found Miroku laying back against the headboard of the bed, the tray resting on his lap and his eye closed. An EXTREMELY satisfied grin resting on his lips.

Sango wondered what was up with him, "Miroku? You okay?"

Miroku opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. "Sango, are you trying to tell me something with this soup? Because it sounds like you're saying you want children."

Sango stared with wide eyes as Miroku looked back at her with a happy and flirty smile. She then realized he had given her a compliment.

"Was my cooking that good, Miroku?" Sango asked with a flattered smile.

"It is absolutely delicious, Sango. Room service ain't got nothin' on your cooking!"

Sango chuckled to herself. Here she was trippin' that she had messed up and Miroku thinks her soup's so good it's aphrodisiac!

Miroku spoke up, "You went through a lot of trouble, Sango."

"Huh?" She asked, her thoughts interrupted.

"You went through a lot of trouble to make this for me, Sango." He repeated, looking into her eyes.

Sango looked down at her fidgeting hands, blushing. "I didn't think about it, but yeah, I guess I did. I don't know what happened, really. I started to make some ramen and the next thing I know I'm cooking a real dinner for you."

Miroku looked at her, taken aback by her response. "What brought that on? I was only playing around earlier, but I broke my promise about not touching you." Miroku was a bit ashamed.

Sango shook her head and smiled at him. "It's alright, Miroku. I figured you were playing anyway. That just shows how irresistible I am with you around. Oh Buddha in heaven, what the hell did I just say?!" Sango's proud tone changed to one filled with care, "Besides, you're technically sick and I couldn't take seeing you so exhausted. So I thought if I made you something to eat, you'd get better quickly."

Miroku gazed at Sango's gentle smile, very touched. It was the nicest thing anyone had said and done for him.

"Arigatou. The soup helped, but you know what helped me most?" He asked Sango.

"What?"

"The company who made the soup." Miroku purred with a grateful smile as he looked into her eyes.

Sango's smile broadened. "You're so sweet, Miroku. What? You didn't finish it, Miroku?"

She looked at the bowl and found it was only half-empty. Sango folded her arms and looked at Miroku with a lopsided smirk, waiting for the reason as to why he didn't finish it. His eyes turned from Sango to the bowl, then back to her. Miroku answered that he wanted to save the rest for later.

Sango's smirk turned into a playful smile. She took a spoonful of the soup and held it to Miroku's lips. He got the idea Sango was going to feed him like a baby since he wouldn't finish the rest himself,

"You're enjoying this aren't you, Sango? Miroku asked with an equally playful smirk.

"Honestly, I'm having the time of my life. Now open up the cave so I have somewhere to store this heavy treasure." Sango ordered, unable to erase her amused smile.

Miroku was unable to erase his as well. He obeyed without question and opened his mouth wide like a baby. In went the "treasure". Sango had no idea Miroku was having the time of his life as well. She kept feeding him until the remainder of the soup was gone. Not wanting to waste a drop, Miroku took the bowl and licked it clean. Sango laughed as he presented her with a spotless bowl like he was a child. She took the bowl and the tray into the kitchen and washed them. She tasted the remaining soup in the pot and impressed herself. It really was delicious! After getting a small bowl for herself and cleaning up in the kitchen, Sango came back into room. Miroku laid down watching TV on the right side of the bed. He had moved over so that Sango would have room to sit beside him if she wanted, but watched the screen like he didn't do anything.

She saw through his act and sat down beside him. Miroku smiled. They watched an American movie called, "Shrek" and shared a good laugh together as it was quite hilarious and got disappointed when it ended.

"Now we'll have to wait for the sequel." Miroku whined.

Sango made a mental note to write down the recipe to her culinary masterpiece so she could make some more later on as she found another program to watch. She looked out the window and found droplets of water falling from the rooftop and a beautiful rainbow glowing through the dark rainclouds.

"Ara! Isn't that a beautiful rainbow, Miroku?" Sango marveled.

Miroku turned his head and looked out the window, marveling with Sango. "Yes, it's quite a sight."

Sango admired the rainbow's beauty until it almost completely faded away. She felt so calm, so at ease. A smile formed on her lips and she didn't even call Miroku an idiot.

"Speaking of which, Miroku's been awfully quiet. I wonder if he's fallen asleep again." Sango thought outloud.

She turned from the window and looked down at Miroku, her eyes widened a little. He had indeed fallen asleep again, but his head rested on her shoulder. Sango started wondering how long he was like that since she didn't feel the added weight as she gazed at the rainbow.

What was it about Miroku asleep that made him look so cute? Sango asked herself this again as she gazed at his peaceful face, smiling sympathetically.

Miroku, I never even knew....I'd see you on the screen with so much energy. I never thought I'd see you run out.

Sango slowly and carefully moved back to allow Miroku to sleep on the pillow, then his head slid from her shoulder onto her chest just under her chin! Sango's eyes widened more and she blushed a light pink. Miroku moaned quietly in his sleep as he nuzzled Sango's neck slightly, unconsciously reacting to the lovely scent of wildflowers that he associated with her and the softness of her skin. He then laid still, his peaceful visage never leaving.

Instead of racing or pounding against her chest, Sango's heart beat at a steady, fluttering pace. Unable to resist the temptation, she gently placed her right palm upon Miroku's cheek and lightly stroked it. A little smile form on his lips. She smiled warmly at Miroku, resting her head on his and closing her eyes drifting to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, Miroku. I'm so glad to be with you again." Sango whispered happily.

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Disclaimer: Don't own "Cowboy Bebop- Jupiter Jazz"

A/N: Sugoi! That was so sweet! I didn't think I could come up with something so romantic! I am such a genius! I absolutely loved writing this chapter!

Please review and tell me what you all thought!

My personal favorite: Miroku kissing Sango's palm! I LOVED that! (That and the "kinky aggression")