Reflections

As Inuyasha ran after Kagome, Miroku and Sango exchanged uncertain glances. The monk sighed. "I must admit, I'm baffled by this turn of events."

"What do you mean, houshi-sama?"

Miroku rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "Well for one thing, it is very unlike the great inu daiyoukai to be spending a night alone with Kagome-sama and let her live. His distaste for hanyous and humans alike is legendary."

Sango nodded as her mind also tried to assess the situation. "And you heard Inuyasha. Sesshomaru-sama's scent was all over Kagome-chan. The inu daiyoukai don't leave their scent on another being unless there's physical contact."

Shippo gasped, his small eyes widening. "You mean Sesshomaru touched Kagome?"

"Hmm, if you put it like that…" Miroku's eyes gleamed while his mind conjured up lewd images of the demon lord and the priestess. It was cut short with Sango's Hiraikotsu as it slammed on his head. He rubbed the sore spot and chuckled. "My beloved Sango, I believe there is something more to this situation than we are aware of. Perhaps it would be best if we let it play out and see where Kagome-sama's decisions lead to."

"Are you sure?" Sango asked, indecision clouding her eyes.

"Why, my dear Sango, I thought you'd have realized by now!"

The taijiya raised one thin eyebrow.

"All my trade secrets." The monk winked. I can read people's most subtle actions, he told himself quietly. And make my most accurate assumptions.