He breathes in slowly before raisi;g his eyebrows up along with his eyes.
With both eyes opened, he saw the bright view around him and like always, the sun that never shy away from its duty.
"You know, you are one hell of a heavy sleeper. You have been asleep for half a day now, and I almost confused you as a dead man".
Sango had his body laid flat on the ground with his head faced above looking at the sky, and his left hand rested on his forehead.
He turned his head over to where the voice came from and gazed at her with a questionable expression.
"What is it to you how I sleep? Remember, you are only here because I need you to get to your leader. What I do or how I do it is no concern of yours. Are we understood".
Sango since his transmigration into this world, has never had the thought that there would be a person capable of riling him up, until he met Zita, the bane to having Sango express his discomfort over her presence.
