Disarm Orion

Sango watched, her heart dropping. She thought that maybe Miroku was joking when he would ask women to bare his children...
but he had meant it. Every last word of it. There he was, slamming some once innocent village girl into a rock by the hot springs.
Sango, all of a sudden, did not feel like having a bath. She didn't feel like doing much of anything. She did feel like getting the hell
out of there.

Sango ran deeper into the forrest, her eyes blurred with tears. As she ran stickers snagged her face and arms, scratching her.
Sango ran until her lungs felt as if they would burst. Her calves pounded and ached. Her breath began to catch and not let go.
Finally, Sango gave in, falling on her knees, crying.

"Hey...", a soft, deep voice said. "You're Kagome's friend."

Sango looked up to see Kouga, prince of the wolf-demon tribe standing before her. His feet were apart, his hands on his hips, all in
his classic stance. His ponytail hung high on his head, some of it swung forward and draped over his right shoulder. Sango nodded
slowly, before bursting into tears again.

"So, Have you seen Kagome around?", Kouga asked, obviously impervious to her plight. Sango looked at him Incredulously,
producing Hiraikotsu from behind her back.

She wiped her eyes, sniffing. "A beautiful woman is lying at your feet in tears, and you ask about her friend?!", Sango screeched,
spinning Hiraikotsu at Kouga's ankles. The demon prince fell backward on his butt, caught unaware. His eyes were wide as he
looked into Sango's eyes. They were so warm and deep, filled with bitter hurt. He'd noticed her before, always staring at the idiot
monk. The pain he saw in her teary eyes and gritted teeth was enough to tell him the idiot monk had messed up. Kouga sat up.
He cocked his head to the side.

"Sorry.", he mumbled softly, his right hand rubbing the back of his head. Sango jumped to her feet and began running again, a sad,
low sob following her deep into the woods. Kouga shook his head ruefully. He looked to his left, as he was preparing to put his hand
beside himself, and push himself up. Sango's hiraikotsu still laid on the ground. He picked it up with ease, but was still impressed
with the heft it had. A female human wielded this weapon. Underneath that long skirt and semi-long sleeved shirt she wore, he had
no doubt how buff and taut she was. He picked up the hiarikotsu, deciding to follow Sango's scent. He would return the weapon and
he a hero to Kagome. Kouga was very pleased with this plan.

Kouga spun into his vortex, running as fast as he usually did, coming in no time at all to Sango... and yes, there she was, Kagome
right next to her. Dog-ass was nowhere to be seen. He stopped before the girls, Sango sniffing in Kagome's arms, Kagome trying to
apply first aid to Sango's scratches. Kouga laid hiraikotsu at Sango's feet.

"Miss Sango, you left your weapon behind. I soully take the blame. I should not have upset you," He said kneeling next to her.
Kagome would be eating out of the palm of his hand any second now. Kagome's eyes widened, and a broad smile crossed her face.

"Inuyasha!", she said smiling to him. She looked back to Kouga with a fake, plastered smile. "Thankyou Kouga, how thoughtful."

Kouga noticed the changes in Kagome's smiles. He noticed that smile he thought was so special, and so his was a big, fat fake.

"WOLF SHIT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!", Inuyasha bitched. Kouga took one last glance at Sango, who looked
apologetic and appreciative at the same time. Kouga turned on his heels, pushing past Inuyasha. He looked back over his shoulder.

"See ya later, Miss Sango", he said, giving her a two-finger salute, before disappearing into the woods.

"Feh, not if I c... Miss Sango?", Inuyasha turned to look at his friend. Kagome's eyes were wide.

"What was all that about, Sango?", Kagome asked. She didn't say so, but deep down she was a little jealous. Not because another
man paid attention to her friend and not her. Instead, it was because it was Kouga, and despite the fact she didn't have feelings,
she knew he had feelings for her. The sudden rejection was off-putting.

"Ah... nothing.", Sango muttered. "Kouga actually does have feelings, I guess. When I caught..." Sango sniffed, wiping the back of
her had across her eyes," well, you know. Then I went running through the woods. When I fell, he asked about you..."

"About me?", Kagome asked. She smiled, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. Inuyasha threw his arms into a fold and wrinkled
his nose.

"Yes," Sango said, slightly annoyed, but her friend didn't notice. "Yes, Kags, he asked about you. So I yelled at him, because there
I was, bawling my eyes out, and he was so unresponsive. He was probably nice to me just now to make you happy."

Kagome flushed red. Inuyasha growled. Sango wiped her eyes. She picked up Hiraikotsu, carrying it beneath a shade tree, and
began mending it.


Kagome took to working on some homework, and Inuyasha took the chance to sharpen Tetsusaiga. He grumbled about the "damned
monk" who was impeding their departure the whole time he sharpened. Tetsusaiga throbbed in his hand. It was ready for action,
thirsty for bloodshed, hungry for slicing into raw, stinking, oozing demonic meat.

About an hour had elapsed from the time everyone set off on their own to do mending, honing and homework, when Miroku came
walking up the grassy knoll looking out of breath and ruddy. His clothes were dissheveled, and despite the clean fresh from a bath
scent he had, he was sweating.

"Uh... hey guys...", he said when he saw Kagome and Inuyasha. Inuyasha looked at Miroku suspiciously, before snorting in
short-lived laughter. Kagome swatted the back of Inuyasha's head. She then gave a "hmph", folding her arms and turning away from
Miroku.

"Way to go, you old goat...", Inuyasha goaded, rubbing the back of his head. Apparently, he didn't care if Kagome bashed every
living braincell out of his head.

"Inuyasha... SIT BOY!", Kagome screamed, her back still turned to the two boys, her arms and legs crossed in a defensive mode.
Inuyasha was hurtled into the ground.

"It was worth it!", he muttered from the dirt.

Miroku's eyes found Sango sitting under a tree a little further up the next sloping hill. He looked curiously at Kagome and Inuyasha,
before trotting over to Sango.

"Hey there," he called cheerily. Sango didn't look up to him. She continued mending her hiraikotsu, using a paste Kagome brought
from her time and some sand paper. Miroku sat down across from her. He bent to look under her bangs, searching for her eyes.

"May I help you, monk?", she asked in monotone.

"Woah, Sango, what's going on?" Miroku prodded, still doning his one of a kind possum's grin.

"Nothing. I would like to be alone, please."

"Sango..."

"Miroku!", Sango growled looking up at him. Her eyes were wet, her cheeks were red. "I saw you by the spring."

"I..uh... she was teaching me... she had more experience..."

"WHAT?! Spit it out, Monk..."

"Uh... Sango... you see... uh... being around you all the time..." Miroku scooted closer, sitting next to her.

"Oh, so now you want to pin your lecherous ways on me?! What did I do to drive you into some woman's arms?"

"Sango, you know you're like a sister to me...", he said, reaching out and rubbing her rear.

((THWAK))

Miroku lay on his back, his cheek bright red and pounding. Sango stood, picking up hiraikotsu. She glared down at him as she
stood over him.

"You should keep your HANDS OFF of your sister's ASS", she said, glaring at him angrily. Sango stormed off, carrying her weapon
with her. Miroku sat up, watching her walk into the woods. Kagome and Inuyasha sat wide-eyed and open mouthed.

It was not the first time Sango had hit Miroku, but it was what he said that confused them. He said he thought of Sango "like a
sister". That could mean anything from a little sister to a sister-in-arms. Kagome tapped at her chin with her index finger. Inuyasha
let the shock drain from his face. He laid on his back in the soft, carpet-like grass, looking at the rolling clouds. He began to pout.

"I guess this means we ain't gonna find any fucking shards today, huh, Kagome?"

"Inuyasha... sometimes I wonder if you really do care about your friends. Sometimes you can be such a baka."

"Feh, shut the hell up, Kagome."

Kagome ignored his piteous statement. She knew Inuyasha cared about them, but getting him to say it was never going to happen,
not without a heated argument. Then he would stomp around like some feudal japanese version of Rumplestiltskin until the subject
was changed, or Kagome relented. The latter of which almost never happened. Kagome sighed, standing up from the log. She
walked over to where Inuyasha was laying on the ground. She sat cross-legged next to his head, leaning her face over his.

"Inuyasha... am I like a sister to you?"

"Uh... well... Kagome, I...", Inuyasha muttered turning red. "Feh, can't you see I'm trying to do some cloud watching in my free
time?", he whined. Kagome raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"You don't have to answer me, Inuyasha."

"Answer you what, I'm just trying to have some peace and quiet, which, by the way you're ruining."

Kagome stood up. "Fine then. Let me leave you to your clouds, Master Inuyasha", Kagome said bowing to his still laying form.
Kagome walked over to her things, packing them back into her backpack. She hefted the giant sack onto her shoulder, and began
trudging slowly away from him.

"Kagome... what are you doing?", Inuyasha asked lackadazically, still staring at the clouds.

"If we're not doing any shard-hunting today, and I'm getting in the way of your majesty's cloud watching, I'm going home."

"What?!", Inuyasha snarled, sitting up. "Kagome, you get back here right now!"

"See you later!", Kagome chirped, walking down the path. Inuyasha growled. He sprinted to catch up with Kagome, spinning himself
in front of her path, almost causing her to topple over. Inuyasha grabbed her around her waist, steadying her, protecting her from a
fall. Kagome looked slightly annoyed with Inuyasha.

"Come on, Inuyasha. We won't be hunting shards until Sango cools off anyway. Kirara and Shippo are with Myoga. They won't be
back until tomorrow. I might as well have a nice, comfy night in my own bed with my mom's hot food. Come on, Inuyasha... I'm
exhausted."

"Feh, mortal."

Kagome narrowed her eyes, but her weariness broke the anger. She couldn't do it. Not after looking into Inuyasha's eyes and
seeing that he needed this break just as much as she did, otherwise, he may not have complied so easily. Inuyasha excused
himself long enough to scale the gentle sloping hill Miroku sat on, still under the tree Sango left him, but now sitting against the
tree.

"Kagome and I are going back to her place. We will regroup by tomorrow afternoon and be back on the hunt."

Miroku nodded, his eyes still cast toward the woods. "Inuyasha...", he said softly, "A man has needs, you know? I never meant for
Sango to see me."

"You're a dumbass, Miroku. You should have just hid in the woods and beat off like everyone else does. I would never let Kag...uh...
someone I had feelings for catch me banging someone else."

"But I didn't mean for her to catch me!"

"You didn't exactly try to hide either."

"INUYASHAAAA!", Kagome screamed, swaying under the weight of her books.

"The mortal is tired. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon.", Inuyasha said, disappearing almost before Miroku's eyes. He took the
backpack from Kagome, heaved her onto his back, and sprinted into the distance. Miroku leaned his head against the tree and
closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to exhale, feeling as though he hadn't breathed since she first spoke those words...
'I saw you...'.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid.", Miroku groaned through gnashing teeth, banging the back of his head gently against the tree behind him.
He was making camp alone tonight. He might as well get started.

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Sango sat on Hiraikotsu next to a small fire she'd made. She'd been so pissed off at Miroku, that she'd gotten lost. Sango assumed
Kagome might have Inuyasha smell her out, but she had not. Sango was in the woods, afraid and alone.

Sango was not afraid of the inhabitants of the woods. She was afraid of being alone. Lonliness seemed to be a never-ending part of
her life since Kohaku and the rest of her family and friends had been slain. She rested her head on her knees, staring into the fire.
A water-reed woven bucket full of fish fell from the sky and plopped down before her. Sango jumped to her feet, instincively pulling
Hiraikotsu from under her as she stood in a swift, liquid movement. Her dagger had been produced from the folds of her shirt, and
was now placed at the throat of the person who was standing behind her seconds before. Hiraikotsu was in blocking stance, the
dagger, dangerously close to slicing. Kouga took a step back.

"You're a fiesty one, aren't you?", he asked, a sly grin spreading across his face. Sango put Hiraikotsu back on the ground, and
slipped the blade back into her clothing.

"Why are you always hanging out in the woods, Kouga?", she asked, slipping down to sit on top of her weapon.

"You're welcome for the fish", Kouga said sardonically, plopping down on the ground next to her. Ginto and Hakaku came panting
behind him, bearing sticks with which to roast the fish. They set forth on their task, as Kouga watched on. Sango, looked to Kouga,
confusion and humor playing in her face.

"And what is all this, then?", she asked quizzically.

"Just dinner. Damn, can't a guy be nice to people?"

"You, Kouga, who infuriates Inuyasha to no end for the unrequited love of a mortal girl when you have a perfectly good female
wolf-demon chasing your tail?"

"Hmph. Women."

"Don't chalk it up to the fairer sex! I think you're afraid to say what you mean! Now why are you really here? To win merit with
Kagome, perhaps?"

Kouga sighed. "Nah, that's not it.", he said, standing, turning his back to her, and taking a few paces forward. "I'm really not a
bad guy, Sango. I'll leave if you want me to."

"Well... no, you can..."

"Great!", Kouga said spinning back around to face her. He walked back to her and sat back down on the ground. Sango was still
unsure of his motives, but it was better than being alone in the woods... not to mention, she hadn't thought about Miroku since he'd
gotten there. Sango cheered up a little. The smell of the fish wafted up to her nose and down to her stomach. It gurgled, empty.
Sango grabbed her stomach feeling sharp pains of hunger bang around inside her. Kouga raised an eyebrow at her. "Dog-shit doesn't
make sure you all get fed? hmph."

"No, Kouga. I don't need Inuyasha to hunt for me. In case you can't tell, Kouga, I am very capable, very able, and very strong
willed.", Sango noted, her eyes darting back and forth from the fish to Kouga. He sighed, relenting any other argument on the
matter. She was a hard-headed woman, and she wasn't changing her mind. Kouga leaned back on the ground, his hands behind
his head, his legs crossed at his ankles. He stared up into the night sky. His brow relaxed.

"Look, Sango, It's tsuzumi boshi*."

"Big deal. The sky is covered in stars. What makes those few stand out apart from the rest? You act like they're something
special."

Kouga leaned up on his elbows, turning his face to meet hers. "You really think there's nothing special about stars?"

"There are more of them than there are of us. There are too many of us to be special, and way too many of them to be special."

"I'm not saying every star in the sky is special. I'm saying that cluster... somehow it happened to form and be together. They're
noticeable above and beyond the other stars around them, the other stars paling in comparison to them. Do you really not believe
there are people who outshine those around them?"

"I do not believe in silly things as such, Kouga."

"Sango, you don't believe you're special?"

"Ha, what a question! Of course not."

"Why do you travel with a pack of misfits?"

"Because my family was killed by Naraku."

"Why weren't you killed?"

Sango's eyes welled with tears. "I don't know. I don't know why I still live."

"Because, Sango", Kouga said, reaching over and lifting her face. He wiped away the renegade tears. "Because you're special.
You're different. You're meant for something greater. People can't rely on any of the stars above; they can only rely on those special
few who stand out. People are the same way, Sango. You're on an important mission, the same mission I'm on. To destroy that
piece of shit, Naraku. When I find that miserable son of a bitch, I know you'll be there with your cluster of stars to help me... and I'm
sure Mongrel-fucker will be there too." Kouga allowed a smile to spread across his face. He sat up, leaning in toward the fire. He
pulled up a couple of the sticks, handing one to Sango. Sango smiled, thankfully, and preoceeded to tear into her fish. "You know,"
Kouga said breaking up the tender moment,"you might want to chew before you swallow."

((Thwak))

"OW! Sango!", Kouga bitched rubbing the back of his head. Sango's face spread into a smile as she began to laugh.

When dinner was finished, Ginto and Hakaku made sure Kouga and their new friend would want for nothing for the night before they
nested on the other side of the roaring fire, floating off into a dreamfilled sleep of blissful servitutde. Sango sat up late, talking with
Kouga. She'd warmed up to his kindness and charm.

"So, why exactly do I keep meeting you alone in the woods, Sango?", Kouga asked. He was sitting cross-legged across from her,
the fire to their sides.

"I'm not sure our budding friendship is ready for this depth", Sango said wrapping her arms cautiously around herself, her eyes
shifting toward the woods. Kouga knew to react soon. She was displaying unsureness, and that was not at all good. She might
try to keep him out, keep him away. Kouga found he really liked being with Sango. He couldn't do that.

"Come on", he goaded. "Maybe if I tell you something, you'll tell me."

"Okay."

"Okay. Today, I realized Kagome doesn't exactly have the feelings for me that I have for her."

Sango laughed. "Duh, it took you long enough."

"Well", he said, looking a little hurt,"You can't really help who you love... can you, Sango?"

Sango's face burned red. "No, I guess you can't. Okay... I'll tell you. I... I saw Miroku with another woman."

"So?"

"No, Kouga, he was... with her... you know... WITH her..."

"Okay, I'm with you..."

"Damnit, Kouga, he was having sex with her."

"Was that so hard?"

"Yes, it was!", Sango said drawing her knees up. She was becoming even more defensive. He had to make her unwrap.

"So, you have feelings for him. I guess he doesn't have the same ones for you?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I could swear he does, and then sometimes, I could swear he doesn't. It's a mystery. Although he did
reveal today that he thinks of me like a sister, and the woman he was having sex with was more experienced."

"I think I get this."

"Glad someone does."

"No, seriously, think about it, Sango," He said licking his lips, "Miroku doesn't want to be your first because he doesn't want to
hurt you."

"Where do you get that from?"

"If he makes up excuses, touches you, but then calls you his sister, come on. He's obviously afraid of hurting you. He may even
really care about you."

"Well, big whoop, where am I going to get "experience" so the love of my life will bang me into a rock?", she said sardonically,
resisting the urge to laugh at her own statement.

"well... I am a boy, Sango."

"Ugh, perv!", Sango said, jumping to her feet. Kouga remained sitting on the ground.

"See, Sango? I'll be you tell him he's a perv all the time too, but you're just aching for his touch. I think you're scared, too."

"Scared? Me? Pshhhh."

"Absolutely. Or you'd get down here and kiss me so we could get this going."

"I'm not going to just jump into bed with you, Kouga."

"Sango, you don't love me, I don't love you. We've just become friends. Your boyfriend won't touch you because he's scared he'll
break you, and you push him away because you're so uptight and sexually frustrated you don't know what to do with yourself."

"This isn't exactly proper..."

"And who do you have to answer to?"

"I guess you're right."

"It's just an offer, it's not like I'm going to force you to, Sango. You're a beautiful, sexy woman. You don't have to hide under your
robes all the time. Show some damned skin. Quit being so damned modest. If you want me to help you, I can't honestly object. I
won't push you, but this is my last offer."

Sango chewed on her bottom lip. "y...mmm."

"What was that?" Kouga asked, putting a hand behind his ear.

"We are two consenting adults."

Kouga chuckled. "Yes, Sango. Like I said, it was a suggestion. You don't have to do it. Sit down here and quit fretting."

"I am uptight all the time, aren't I?"

"Just from what I've seen of previous encouters and from tonight, yes."

"Yes."

"What?"

"Yes, Kouga. I think I want to do this."

Kouga flashed her a devious grin. "You don't have to tell me twice." He reached up, taking Sango's hand, pushing himself off of the
ground with the other. Kouga led Sango into a soft patch of grass far away enough from the fire to give themselves some privacy.
He sat down beside Sango, his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, and then lightly against her
lips. Sango stiffened. Not because it felt good, but because she was unsure if it should feel good. Kouga ran a hand through
Sango's hair, leaning in kissing her neck. He carressed her, and kissed her to a point when Sango's head lolled back, and she
released herself. She allowed herself this enjoyment. She deserved this enjoyment. Sango moaned softly, urging Kouga to
continue. He smiled against her neck when she realized she was no longer wearing a shirt, the realization coming when her nipples
had hardened and her skin had pimpled so suddenly. She flushed, opening her eyes to look at Kouga. He bit his way down her
chest. He could smell her arousal coming in waves. Kouga took her right nipple into his mouth, sending electric waves and pulses
through Sango. She'd pinched her own nipples while touching herself before, but she never got this kind of pleasure from it. Kouga
pulled away from his passionate kissing on her nipple, allowing the heat of his mouth to slip away, and the cold night air to rush
painfully toward the nub. Sango sucked air through her teeth, moaning gently, appreciative of his abilities and knowledge. Kouga
slowly laid Sango back, running his hands over her exposed body. He straddled her waist, leaning in to kiss her on the mouth, his
hands busying themselves at her waist trying to release her of her skirt.

"It's... not important", Sango managed to utter out. Kouga looked at her confused. Sango reached down, pulling up her skirt,
allowing it to pool arounf her waist. Kouga's sly smile slid across his face. He used his teeth to rid her of her undergarments.
Kouga leaned down, between her legs, breathing her scent in deeply. His tongue darted from his mouth, tasting the juices she
secreted. Sango moaned, her hands darting above her head, grabbing onto the grass, breaking it off into handfulls. Sango squeezed
the plucked grass as tightly as she could as Kouga devoured her. He sucked on her tiny, throbbing clit with his lips. He propped her
legs up on his shoulders. His hands slid under her ass raising it up to his face. He buried himself in her scent and her taste. Sango
shuttered, moaning, panting, screaming for the gods. Her hands fell limp beside her head, the crushed grass sliding from her open
palms to the cool grass below. Kouga stood, staring down at the woman before him. Sango could see he was hard, and she knew
there was no turning back from this. Kouga slowly undressed, revealing his tight, firm, muscular body. He fell to his knees before
her, his cock ready.

Sango put a hand to her mouth. Had she not been so worn out from the orgasm he just gave her, she may have burst out laughing.
It was the funniest little thing she'd ever seen... well, little was not the word she should have used. She definitley regretted thinking
it, when the "little" thing slid slowly between her open legs, into the tiny hole just above her ass. Sango gasped, sitting upward.
Kouga put one hand to her chest, pushing her back down. The other hand braced him against the ground, hovering over her. Sango
saw Kouga squint, then screw his eyes shut. His eyebrows peaked as if he were concerned. Sango let a soft cry loose. It hurt so
badly. She stared up into his face, trying to keep her mind off of the burning fire between her legs. She whimpered softly. Kouga
opened one eye, looking down at her, then shutting it again quickly. When he was all the way inside of her, Kouga exhaled a breath
he'd held for almost three minutes. Sango looked at him as he held himself above her, waiting for her to adjust.

"You're... mm...definitley a virgin."

"Kouga..."

"I'm sorry... It's just so fucking tight. I know you've got to be hurting."

"A little, but it's getting better."

"Kami knows if you weren't wet, I never would have squeezed into you.", Kouga said, still holding himself above her. It was taking
every last bit of will power he had to not thrust into her until she split in half. Sango blanched a little at his comment, and then
allowed the flush to return to her face. She felt a stirring inside of her body as her clitoris pounded in a rythym with her nipples and
her pussy. Her pussy was starting to hurt less as the rythym continued. Sango slid slowly upward, then let her ass fall. Kouga put
his arm under her back, sliding himself in and out of her slowly. He slid his arm further down to her hips, guiding her.

"Like this, Sango, you make a...oh... oh... kami... rythym." Kouga moaned slipping in and out of her. Sango allowed her hips to
float naturally up and down, allowing his lenght to fill her and then disappear. She felt whole when he took her as deep as he could,
and all the same she felt empty as Kouga would slide the lenght out of her, leaving just the head inside. When he would pull back
like this, Sango found herself using her vaginal wall muscles to squeeze the head, giving him additional pleasure. Sango enjoyed
the sex, but a sense of urgency overwhelmed her. She grabbed Kouga's hips, bringing hers up to meet his. Her hips thrust against
him in tiny, hard thrusts. Kouga sat back on his knees. He used his hands to slide her hands away. Kouga grabbed her right leg,
laying her on her side. He slid in closer, lifting the leg and draping it over his shoulder. He slid into her from what seemed to be the
bottom. Sango screamed in pleasure, allowing herself to go limp. He was able to penetrate her much deeper this way. Kouga
moaned and growled as he took Sango, slamming harder into her little hole. When Sango came, she screamed Kouga's name into
the cold night, allowing it to creep into the cracks of the trees, penetrate the nearby springs, and echo in the caves. Kouga found
his own release before she even finished screaming his name. His pumping sped up as he released his cum deep inside of her,
letting loose a deafening growl. Sango fell motionless to the woods floor. Kouga laid on top of her, her leg pushed back against her
chest as he leaned on it. They panted, appreciating the moment. Slowly, they allowed themselves to regroup. Kouga took the
liberty of sucking the cum that oozed back out of Sango's body. He then wrapped a fur around her, and snuggled with her. They
decided it was time to get some sleep.

In the morning, Ginto and Hakaku had breakfast waiting for Sango and Kouga when they returned from the springs and their bath
together. Kouga showed Sango how to really turn a man on. He definitley didn't mind showing her how to give him a blowjob. After
breakfast, Kouga took Sango with him and searched out the scent of where Sango's friends had been. When they arrived, Miroku
was the only one there, sleeping alone by a long-deceased fire. Sango spun around on her heels, throwing her arms around Kouga's
neck.

"I'm glad we were able to spend that time together. Thanks Kouga... for everything."

"Ah, don't talk like that. You act as though we'll never see eachother again."

"Was this a one-time thing, or..."

Kouga laughed softly. We both know where our hearts lie, Sango. I don't mind being the piece if ass on the side."

Sango hugged Kouga closely. She kissed him on his cheek. "I'll see you soon, okay?", she said, stepping back from his embrace.

"Yeah... I'd like that. See ya 'round Miss Sango", he said, giving her a salute. He spun into his vortex and ran away, faster than
Sango could say goodbye. She turned back to see the monk still sleeping on the ground. His eyes slowly fluttered open when she
approached him.

"Hey Miroku... I've got something I want to show you", she said, pulling the slightly dazed monk from sleep, and dragging him
toward the woods.

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A/N:
*tsuzumi boshi= The constellation "Orion" as called by the Japanese.
Tsuzumi refers to the drum used in the traditional art of Japanese drama called kabuki, in religious ceremonies, and even sporting
events -like sumo.
((Sode Boshi)) A Kimono Sleeve Drapes Gracefully toward the Southern Sky
((Constellation references were obtained from: http://www.du.edu/~rreyespi/))