InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Frog Houshi ❯ The Little Frog ( Chapter 2 )

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II. The Little Frog

"Where's Miroku?" Shippo asked.

"I don't know," Sango answered. It had been hours since she last saw him, or rather, his clothes. Supper was ready and getting cold, and still no sign of him. She was starting to get worried.

"Didn't you see him spying when you were bathing?" Shippo inquired again.

"No…" Come to think of it, it was odd that she didn't see him spying on her, yet she found his clothes. She kept a good lookout the whole time she was bathing, looking for anything that was moving, but all she found was the frog demon.

Oh no, could the demon…No, Houshi-sama could take care of himself, right? Still, she decided to look for him.

She was surprised to see that his clothes were still there where she saw it last. Did he really take a bath that long? Maybe she should check in the pond.

She started to walk in that direction, but immediately stopped herself. If he was taking a bath, then he must be… Sango blushed immediately. The thought of Miroku being naked disturbed her.

Maybe I should wait a bit more. But what if he's in trouble?

After some thinking, Sango decided to go ahead and check the pond. She prepared herself mentally and walked to the water.

The pond was not big. She couldn't see anybody in the water. She even waited a few minutes just in case he was underwater.

"Well, guess he's not here after all," Sango sighed in relief. But then she got worried. If he wasn't in the water, then where was he, without his robes?

She decided to go back to the camp. Maybe she missed him and he was back there already. If not, she would ride on Kirara to get an aerial view. She was about to leave when something wet and slimy landed on her shoulder.

Sango jumped in surprise. When she calmed down, she turned to look at what was on her shoulder. A pair of bulging amphibian eyes stared back at her. She gently lifted the frog into her hands and held it up to eye level.

"Hello little frog," Sango cooed to the creature. The frog smiled back innocently at her. Suddenly, with one graceful leap, he squirmed down the front of her kimono.

"Ahh! GET OUT!" she screamed while trying to reach the creature before it went too far. Her hand found something slimy, and with one hard yank, fished out the creature out by his leg. In her haste to get him out, she accidentally flung him into the air. Sango winced as the frog landed on the grass with a thump.

"Are you okay?" she ran to the place where he landed and peered at him. He didn't respond as he was knocked out.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she gently picked the creature up. "I was startled. Can you forgive me?"

The frog opened his eyes and shook his head as if to clear it. "Wribbit," he croaked in answer.

"I'll take that as a yes then," she started to get up to return to the camp. But before she stood up, the frog jumped onto her shoulder and decided to stay there.

"You want to come with me? Okay. Hmm, you're pretty cute for a frog. I think I better keep an eye on you to make sure you're all right."

"Wribbit." Sango wasn't sure, but she could've sworn she saw the frog smirk.

"Where is that baka?" Sango said in exasperation. She was getting frustrated. After she brought the frog back, she told Shippo to take care of it while she and Kirara went to look for Miroku. She had searched around and camp and still couldn't find him. When she went to the spot beside the pond, his robes were still there. Upon farther examination, she discovered that even his inner robes were there on the ground. She didn't get it. Where could he have gone without his clothes on? She knew he was a pervert, but he wouldn't go this far, would he?

She didn't want to think about it further. As she sat by the fire mumbling about how stupid and annoying that monk was, she decided that she wasn't going to spend any more time and energy looking for him.

"Sango? I'm worried about Miroku," Shippo said.

"Let him come back on his own, that stupid monk!" she snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry Shippo," she apologized when she realized Shippo was cowering away from her. She sighed, "Let's get some sleep. If I feel like it, I may look for him in the morning."

"Okay. Night Sango."

"Night Shippo." But she didn't go to sleep straight away. She lied down in her sleeping bag and stared at the stars. The frog came up and sat next to her.

"Oh hi, Mr. Frog. If you're feeling better tomorrow, you can go home. I'm sure there's a frog waiting for you there and worrying about you." Sango couldn't believe that she was talking to a frog. But then again, he probably couldn't understand her, so she didn't need to worry about being embarrassed. She also couldn't believe what she was saying, but it was late, and Kagome's fantasy stories have been getting to her. She was starting to imagine the frog's life as if he was a person!

"You wouldn't want to keep her waiting too long and get all worried, would you?" The frog shook his head (or maybe she imagined it) and croaked softly in answer.

Sango sighed. "I wish Houshi-sama was as considerate as you." The frog stared intently at her while she mumbled to herself. "That stupid monk, all he cares about is himself. He probably changed his clothes and went out there to have fun. He doesn't even care that I might be worried about him."

The frog croaked, as if to protest, but Sango didn't seem to hear him.

"Houshi-sama, where are you?" she whispered to the stars.

She yawned "Night Kirara, Night Mr. Frog."The frog croaked contently and settled down next to Sango's head.

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