They say that we're flyin' too high...

[delinquent_monk]

Characters: slappingsense and delinquent-monk
Location: The main plaza
Time: Early evening
Style: Third-prose
Status: Closed, ongoing. Don't worry, I'll throw Miroku at everybody soon enough; he's very social. I just thought this would be a most appropriate arrival log. :3

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[delinquent_monk]

Kirara trillad again in his ear, a cheerful and happy sound, but Miroku kept a firm grip on his staff. If this was all some illusion cooked up by Naraku, he wasn't about to let his guard down. They had all learned already that trusting their eyes wasn't always safe, and he was taking no chances.

He felt Kirara shift where she sat, and turned his head to follow her eyes. The bustling crowd in the market sort of faded away as a familiar figure stepped into view, and something squelched in his gut. If this was a trick, it was a very good one. Every line of her face, every fold of her yukata, every strand of her hair, even the way her eyebrows knit together to create a little wrinkle between them when she was worried was perfect. Was she real? Was any of this real?

Miroku wasn't sure, but gods did he want it to be.

He took a step forward, meeting her eyes and searching them for something--anything--that didn't look quite right. Naraku knew him well, knew his family, his history, his strenghs and weaknesses, of course the bastard knew how much Sango meant to him, and so sending a trap in her guise would have been just like him. The instant something wasn't right about this, he would strike. He wasn't going to be made a fool of.

But Kirara was right there, on his shoulder, trilling softly in his ear, her familiar weight comfortable through his damp robes. And Sango was right there, walking toward him, her eyes hopeful and hesitant, and he really did want to believe it so badly, but time had taught him that caution really was the best strategy, no matter how real or reassuring something might have initially seemed.

Still gripping his shakujou, Miroku took a step closer.

"Sango, is that really you?"

[sorry for all the edits. posting from work sucks >/]