Chapter 6: Tender Care From Deadly Hands
Miroku awoke the next morning to find a peculiar lump in his sleeve. He felt fur running along his arm as said lump moved upward. He watched as it moved to his chest before a small familiar kitten popped out from his collar.
"Sango?" He inquired as the kitten started licking his nose.
The tiny cat jumped out of his collar and ran behind the tree he was leaning against. Sango appeared on the other side, lips curled up in a smile as she stared at her "lover."
"Morning Miroku." She crooned to him as she ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky strands.
"M-Morning Sango." He choked out as he felt her hand slip beneath his robes, fingertips running over his collarbone.
She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, nuzzling him affectionately as she felt him stiffen up.
"Miroku…care to quench my thirst for blood?" She cooed softly in his ear, grazing her fangs over his pulse point.
Miroku panicked and rolled away from her, an ofuda held in front of him like he was ready to exorcise her. She giggled at his antics and pulled herself up, dusting off her kimono.
"Let's wake the others, if I know Inuyasha he'll want us moving in a bit after breakfast." She laughed as she went to shake Kagome awake.
Miroku huffed as he went to Inuyasha, staring into the branches of a tree.
"We should probably get some food Inuyasha." Miroku called out as he started toward the forest.
"Where are you going?" The hanyou grumbled as he looked after the monk.
"To find something for Sango to sink her fangs into." He muttered as he went further off.
After rustling a few bushes and tree branches, he managed to find a wild weasel. As soon as he knocked it out, he took it back to the others and plopped it in Sango's lap.
"There…that should hold you." He said as he sat down and started feeding himself, watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Sango took the weasel and went behind a tree to feed, so as to not disturb her friends. As soon as everyone had their fill of food and drink, they gathered their supplies and headed out. Along the way, Sango kept close to Miroku, eyes on his neck as she ran her tongue over her fangs.
'If only he'd let me have a taste of his blood, that'd be all I'd need to be content.'
Miroku felt her eyes on him as he walked, fingers tightening slightly on his staff.
'Keep calm…she's only like this because of the bite…'
He then heard something drop before he felt a warm, fluffy weight on left his shoulder. Turning his head the slightest bit, he caught sight of an all too familiar kitten face. Glancing down he saw that Sango had let the hiraikotsu fall on the path before settling on his shoulder, where she was currently rubbing herself against his cheek, purring loudly in his ear.
"Get down Sango." Miroku scolded her as he made to grab her.
But Sango was not willing to listen. She dove under his collar and settled herself comfortably in his robes, head and front paws sticking out from the collar in the front of his robes.
"Sango…" He started, but she mewed cutely at him as she rubbed herself under his chin.
The others had turned to see what was holding up the monk and slayer, but they all laughed a little as they saw Miroku struggle with the kitten.
"Why don't you just let her ride in your robes and Kilala can carry the hiraikotsu?" Kagome suggested as she patted Sango's head.
Miroku pulled Sango from his robes and looked her in the eyes. She stared at him with big brown eyes, mewing at him pleadingly.
"…All right." He sighed as he settled her back in the front of his robes.
She rubbed against him affectionately as she purred like a motor, which made Kagome giggle as she slipped the strap of the hiraikotsu over Kilala's neck. They kept on moving, Miroku's eyes on the kitten who had settled herself comfortably in his clothes.
"I swear you are turning into a brat." He muttered as he rubbed behind her ears.
All he received was a purr. After traveling for some time, Miroku caught sight of a village a ways off, despite Sango having moved from his robes to his head, her paws batting at his bangs.
"There's a village up ahead. We can re-supply there and…Sango! Cut that out!" He growled as she bit his ear.
She slipped from his head, down the back of his robes, landed on the ground and trotted away into the bushes.
"No need to get so angry Miro-kun." She laughed as she tickled him under his chin.
He huffed at her as she took her weapon from Kilala. As soon as they were close to the village, they discovered it was uninhabited…more like massacred upon closer inspection.
"Something's off here." Miroku muttered as he scanned the area.
Sango just hummed to herself as she wandered around, eyes darting to Miroku as she looked around. Just as she decided to sneak up on him to give him a loving touch on the rear…
"AH!" Miroku shouted as he felt something lift him off the ground.
The others turned around to see Miroku suspended in the air, a reptilian tail wrapped around his ankle.
"How wonderful…a monk with strong spiritual power." Croaked the lizard demon, its long pink tongue licking its lips.
Before anyone could blink, Sango was on the demon's tail, biting at the coils around the monk's ankle.
"This monk is on my menu you stinking pile of scales!"
'Should I be glad she said that?'
"Impudent wench!" The demon roared as he tried to shake off the vampire.
"Not today you bastard!" She snarled as she leapt onto the demon's face, clawing like a wildcat.
"AH! Get off me!"
Miroku felt the demon's grip loosen, causing him to fall to the ground. His head hit the earth…and all went black. It seemed minutes later that he awoke to feel a wet rag against his face.
"Miroku! You're awake!" Sango exclaimed as she withdrew the cloth.
"Sango…where are we?"
"We're in a cave…you've been out for two days, and I've been taking care of you." She explained as she passed him a bit of cooked meat she'd skewered.
"Thank you." He muttered, digging into the meal without a second thought.
As he took the time to observe her, he knew there was something wrong. Sango's cheeks looked a bit sunken in, and her skin had gone paler, if that was even possible.
"Sango…what happened to the demon?"
"Crazy thing tried to blow us up. We got separated from the others, so it's just been you, Kilala, and I."
"I see…and why exactly is it that you look paler?"
She cupped her cheek and laughed a little, turning her eyes to him.
"I…haven't gone out to feed, not when I had to look after you."
Miroku watched concernedly as she struggled to prepare more of the meat for him, seeming exhausted by the effort alone. He grabbed her hand, making her look up.
"Sango…you need to take care of yourself. You need to go hunt."
"I don't think I can."
To emphasize her point, she tried to stand, only to collapse due to her shaky legs. Miroku then pulled back his sleeve, revealing his forearm. He fumbled around in his robes for a moment before pulling out a small knife.
"Miroku, what are you doing?"
"Sango…I want you to take my blood." He hissed, making a small slit in his flesh.
"I thought you said you'd never let me drink from you." She mumbled, already feeling herself salivate at the slow dripping wound.
"You need to feed or else you'll die. I can't have that on my conscious Sango."
"You don't mind?" She murmured, bringing his arm to her lips.
"Please Sango, just take it." He slightly demanded, pressing the wound against her mouth.
She sighed happily before she placed her mouth over his cut, suckling like an infant. He stroked her back as he allowed her to feed, feeling a small bit of pleasure from the hum she gave as she nursed from him. Sango was in heaven as she finally savored the taste of the monk's blood; warm with a hint of spice that both calmed and thrilled her all at once. Miroku smiled a bit as Sango licked his wound closed, seemingly content for the moment.
"Do you feel better Sango?" He whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I feel…exhilarated." She purred heavily to him, eyes glazed over.
"Sango…"
She forced him on his back, settling on top of him as she sighed sleepily, eyes starting to drift shut.
"I'm tired my monk…let me rest a while." She crooned, snuggling against him before drifting off.
Miroku decided to just let it be for now; she deserved a break after nearly starving herself to death, just to care for him.
'I'll talk to her in the morning.'
He closed his eyes and decided to rest up, content with their position at the moment.
Dragonlover71491: Sorry I haven't updated in forever…but I will try and finish this story soon. And if any of you out there want to draw fanart for this, go ahead! Just send me a link :)