Hi! Tetsuna is back with another Mir/San! Well, I got this idea ages ago, and kind of withheld it cuz I was already writing a fic. But I decided to post it anyways. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic other than Natsu. Rumiko Takahasi does.

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Mini-Skirt Girl

Sango flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. The cool breeze was going underneath her skirt, and she nearly cowered down to warm herself. Why did they have to wear those stupid, scratchy uniforms in the first place? She always threw it off as soon as she got home anyway.

Clutching her books, she saw a lone figure approaching her on the sidewalk.

"About time, Miroku! We're going to be late!" she said, tugging on her best friend's ear. He pushed her hand away. "Ow, ow, ow…" he said, rubbing it. The earring on his right ear glinted slightly.

"What was that for?" he whined, putting an arm over her shoulder. She laughed at him. He was giving her the droopy puppy-dog eyes again.

"For being late. Now let's go! Honestly, I don't know why I wait for you, especially in this weather…"

"It feels fine to me!"

Sango snorted, and the two of them began to pick up speed.

"Well, you're not wearing a skirt!"

"I never will, too," Miroku retaliated, a manic glint in his eye.

"Gods, I know we'll get there late! I can't run too fast in a skirt when it's this windy. I don't want my skirt to fly up."

It was okay for her to talk to Miroku like that. He was a very easygoing kind of guy.

He grinned, the scooped her up in his arms and started to run.

"Put me down, baka! Put me down right now!"
Miroku leisurely dropped her. She landed with an 'oof' on the sidewalk.

"Right on my butt, too. You know what, I change my mind. I'll run."
Laughing, both she and Miroku ran out towards the school.

They were just friends. Really close friends, with no romantic relationship whatsoever. Miroku had his own set of girls, they all swooned over him, with his beautiful purple-blue eyes and his sweet way of carrying himself. He never seemed to do anything wrong in front of girls, he was smooth, smelled good, and was really good at all sorts of sports, preferably footballl. Though, he found the way the girls seemed to attract to him amusing. When he groped them, he discovered that he preferred the sting of a slap to the shrill sound of a giggle.

Sango herself was a normal looking girl, not the extreme sort of handsome like Miroku was, but okay. Pretty tomboyish, but still having a lot of 'girl' in her, she was a pretty unique person. She was even better than even Miroku at football, and rocked at every other sport. But since sports had to be played in skirts too—well, lots of guys were punished by her and came a little too close to her fist of doom.

The two were inseperable, and though lots of people had made fun of them for being so close when they were younger, people had gotten used to it. After all, they thought that one day it would turn into the kind of romance that you only saw on TV. They gave that up too after a while. It seemed as though Miroku and Sango were going to be just friends, forever and ever.

But that was at first.

By their senior year, both of the two had definitely matured. Miroku was getting more girls, and Sango was getting even smarter, that is, if 'matured' was defined in either case.

They both went to their senior prom. They both had different dates. Sango had gone a pretty long yellow dress, but still refused to wear much makeup, just a little bit of eyeliner and some clear lip-gloss. And, like every other day, she had used that sugar vanilla body wash, that gave her her own little distinct scent. Her date had just come in a white formal shirt and pants along with dress shoes; they really didn't know each other much, they were just both in desperate need of dates and found that they were the last resorts.

Miroku looked ten times, if not eleven, better than Sango's date. He too had his own smell, one of Axe, not too heavy, and a dark, midnight blue tux with a dark green shirt underneath. His earring glinted as he walked. His date, of course, was his current girlfriend, a sweet, flirtatious burnette with a long blue dress.

But that night, neither of them had danced much with their dates. They mostly danced with each other. Sango didn't have to worry about stepping on his feet or slipping or any other embarrassing moments. Miroku was her pal, her bud… but yet he smelled so good… she had shaken out of it. No, no, she couldn't think of him like that.

Miroku danced with her mostly because he could be natural around her. Not saying that he wasn't around other girls, but even smooth-talking Miroku felt that some day he might accidentally say or do something wrong. When he was with Sango, he didn't, he couldn't, worry about those sort of things.

During the slow dance, Sango had remembered Miroku's arm around her waist. Her original date was now dancing with Miroku's girlfriend, (who he broke up with after the prom.) She felt so safe, so secure, that she didn't want to let go of him even after the dance.

And how they had drove around in his car after that, stopping to look up at the night sky. Then he would release his thoughts to her.

How he was worried about the test next week. How his dog was dying. How he didn't know whether he'd ever find the girl of his dreams…

It seemed silly, but she had listened. And she had remembered that night for the rest of her life.

Now, they were graduating. Expecting his best friend to be happy, Miroku walked up to her and gave her a big fat bear hug. He let loose when he saw that his buddy wasn't hugging him back.

"What's up Sango? Where are the smiles? We've finally graduated, after piles of homework and studying! I'm just going to the community college here, but still…"

"I'm going to Toudai," she said gloomily.

He looked at her, excited. He knew that she was smart, but it was still a surprise… Tokyo University?

"You're so smart, Sango. I wish I had just half of your brains." He gave her another hug.

"I'm still going to sneak into your dorm to say 'hi,' though, if you don't mind. Toudai isn't that hard to sneak into, it's said…"

Sango smiled at her best friend. Miroku was really clever, and really stealthy. She had always looked up to him. She knew that she had studied long and hard for Toudai, but he had been with her every minute… surely he was paying attention? She was sure that he had tried for Toudai early too, but apparently not. That meant a good few years without her best bud…

Chapter Two

But she had gotten along quite well. Of course she had been inside Toudai, she had had to take the test, but the second time she came in, it seemed even bigger. She had become friends with the girl she was sharing the dorm with, Kagome. They were pretty close, though never as close as she and Miroku were…

Kagome scooped up a nice big bunch of salad and dropped it on her plate. "It's all you can eat, too," she said, excited, on their first day of school as she walked past the table in which Sango was sitting alone.

"Yummy," Sango mumbled sarcastically, chewing very slowly on some oden. She remembered how good Miroku's mother's oden was… and how they had joked when they were younger that if they got married they'd bring his mother in to live with them, they were both really terrible cooks.

Kagome turned around to see who had spoken. Her face lit up.

"Hi. I'm Kagome. Can I sit here?"
Sango looked up from her food and nodded. Kagome slid in next to her.

"So, which dorm do you have?" she asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Number 28, second floor." She mumbled. "The person who's sharing with me is Higurashi or something…"

"Cool! That's me, I guess we're going to be dorm buddies this year!" She smiled, lighting up her face again. Sango nodded and began to play with her food with the fork, mixing it around until it was a strange-looking mess.

"There's something on your mind, isn't there? Did you leave your boyfriend at home or something?"

"He's not my boyfriend, he's a best friend."
Kagome looked taken aback.

"You're best friend's a guy?" Straightening herself up to show that she was very proud of it, Sango replied with a firm, "Yes."

"That's cool… I never had too many guy friends." She started to look around her. "Speaking of which, this is Toudai; we have got to start looking around for the cuter guys before they get taken."

Sango laughed. This girl wasn't so bad. At least she was funny.

Kagome pointed over at a boy who definitely stood out in the crowd. He had long white hair, golden eyes which they could see even from their distance, and a black T-shirt. He had his hands in his pockets with that carelessly cute nature, walking that way up the lunch line to enter his number. At first, Kagome was sure she saw little ears sticking through his thick hair, but was sure it was just an illusion.

"Like him. He's really cute…!" Kagome smiled. "Imagine dating that hottie…" she sighed.

Sango was starting to like the girl even more. With a guy for a best friend, she really couldn't talk about how cute the different boys were, without making Miroku blush or feel uncomfortable.

"Ooh… or that guy, right there!" Kagome nodded her head over in the direction of the glass doors, where a boy with dark hair and purple-blue eyes was coming through from…

"Miroku!" Sango said, not ashamed at all that half the people in the cafeteria had turned to look at her. She stood up so abruptly that she almost upset her plate, but steadied it just in time. Running towards her buddy, she turned to see the awed look on Kagome's face.

"Sango! What's up? I have to breeze by, this is just my lunch period, but I need to know your dorm number if I want to visit you."

"You're awesome, Miroku!" she threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back. "It's number 28, second floor, oh, and I'm sharing, so be sure not to disturb Kagome."

The two of them turned to face Kagome, who, blushing and trying to hide a big, mischievous smile, waved at them.

"So I guess I'll see you tonight," he said, kissing her forehead (In a very friendly way) and winking as he walked off.

The lunchroom was quiet for a second. But the bustle returned soon after.

"So, was that your boyfriend?" she asked. "He's cute."

"Best friend," Sango corrected.

"But how can he be just your friend? You hugged him and he kissed you…"

"In a very friendly way," she sighed. "Nothing romantic."
Kagome slurped up a bit of her soda.

"So why then…" she said, smiling almost wickedly, "is he coming up to our dorm tonight?"

Blushing furiously, Sango picked up her tray and put it on the conveyor belt. "It was nice meeting you," she said quickly, her blush deepening. "But I really have to go right now. See you in class."

Sango hurried up the stairs, heaving. That was close… she knew she couldn't answer that question. Why was he coming up to her dorm that night? It was quite queer sounding, but still…

Kagome should not have cornered her like that.

Meanwhile, Kagome was still messing with her food. The boy with the long white hair walked by. The seats were full except for hers, so he shrugged and joined her.

"Hi," she whispered timidly. The puppy dog ears she had seen before weren't just an illusion. They were actually there, and she could see them twitching. A necklace of strange beads dangled from his neck as he leaned over slightly to eat.

"Hmph." That was his answer. Grabbing a fork, he began to wolf down his ramen noodles ravenously, as though he had eaten for days.

"You… like ramen noodles, I guess?" she asked. This guy was a bit… different.

He glared at her with his beautiful golden orbs.

"Feh. You shouldn't be judging other people's eating habits. I didn't come to sit with a prep like you… it's just that the other guys stole my spot and I don't feel like having to deal with blood all over my claws today. Don't let it get to your head."

Man, he was arrogant… and violent. Picking up her tray as well, Kagome glared at the boy, then said, "Well, it was you who came to sit down in the first place."

At her mentioning of the word, 'sit,' he went face down onto the tiles on the floor in one quick movement. Thinking he was going into some kind of fit, she turned to him, narrowed her eyes, and walked off, not even thinking to put her tray away.

Classes were harder than Sango had expected. By the time class was over, night had fallen, and she lay down on the bed with a book on her stomach and a hand on her head.

She forgot entirely about Miroku's coming, and quickly changed before flopping down on her bed to sleep. Kagome snuggled down in the bed opposite hers, then switched off the light.

At one a.m. the window's doors had started to rattle slightly. Soon, they swung open, and Miroku stepped inside. He inhaled the air and looked around. 'Toudai's dorms were beautiful… he thought. 'And so is the lady I will be visiting tonight…' the thought was added too wickedly.

Walking over to Sango, he looked down at her. She was moving around in her sheets, twisting and turning. He leaned a little closer to her, taking in her sugar vanilla scent. Suddenly, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as though he were a giant teddy bear. She kissed him, still sleeping, on the lips.
Just at that moment, Kagome, who had woken up to get a glass of water, walked into the room.

"Eep!" she screamed, and her glass fell and shattered on the ground. Miroku loosened himself from Sango's iron grip. Sango's eyes flew open just in time.

"Oh, hi, Miroku. Kagome, what the hay? You've already broken a glass?"

Kagome was red, very red. "Yea, silly me… heh-heh," she said to Sango, then, mouthing to Miroku "what were you doing to her while she was asleep?"

Miroku cocked his head at her, motioning that he had not. She mouthed it again. "Nothing, it just sort of happened… sleep-walking without walking, I guess…"
Sango fumed, darting in front of Miroku, a blush developing on her cheeks.

"Oh, so now you're keeping secrets from me? Since when did you and Kagome get so close, may I ask?"

Surprised at the comment, he smiled slyly and pulled his hair from his face.

"Don't say that, Sango dear. You probably don't want to know what you did to me in your sleep, my dear little kitten."

"And what was that?"
Tossing her legs over the bed, Sango glared at him, then gave Kagome a pleading look.

"One of you has to tell me. I'll make one of you tell me."
Both turned away from her, crossing their arms.

"Nope. Not telling."

"C'mon!"

Miroku smiled at her persistence, casually coming closer, hands in his pockets. She picked up a pillow, holding it over her head.

"If you don't tell me, I'll smash this pillow against your over-sized head."
He laughed, sensing how serious she was. Then, he quickly leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.

"That's what you were doing."

She blushed at the contact, closing her eyes for a second and inhaling deeply. The smell of Axe was filling her nostrils, and she could almost see Kagome's delighted smirk behind her back.

"Oh," she said, quietly. "I see."

Miroku laughed again, then poked her forehead playfully. "You're blushing, by the way, Sango-chan."
This brought Kagome into a fit of giggles, and she stifled them into her pillow.

"You are just cruel, you know that, 'Roku?"

"Well, must of the girls I've been with would differ to that during the relationship and agree whole-heartedly after the break-up. So, maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Ja 'ne, Sango-chan, Kagome-san. Sleep well, hime."

And with that, he climbed out of the window, slowly dropping from the walls, and landing softly into the grass before revving up his motorcycle and speeding off.

Sango let her head crash into the bed, her pillow now covering her face to hide the blush that was obviously still heating her face. Kagome let out a final laugh before lifting it casually from her.

"S-a-n-g-o…"

"What?"
Sango rolled to the side, trying to give time for her blush to fade. Imitating Miroku, she quickly stabbed her forehead with her forefinger.

"You're blushing, Sango-chan."

She shot up, her dark hair flying about.

"I'm not blushing? Am I blushing? How can you say I'm blushing! See, no blush! No friggin' redness in my friggin' face.. I am such a horrible liar, aren't I?"

Kagome nodded in agreement, as the redness of Sango's face had definitely grown three shades deeper.

"Maybe all you need to do is sleep it off. That's what I'm going to do with the supposed 'hotties' of this school."

"AKA, silver-haired hunk in the lunch line."

"I hate you."

Sango threw a pillow at her roommate playfully.

"No, baby, you know you love me."

Kagome turned to face her, smiling lightly. "But, yes, him. I can't believe how much of a jerk he is. Wolfing down some noodles like there's no tomorrow, then saying he only sat down at my table 'cuz everywhere else was full. And then when I reprimand him, he gets on the floor like he's in some sort of fit! Ugh!"

At that, she rolled over and brought the covers over her head. Then…

"Stupid lights."

clap, clap .

The lights quickly flickered off, and Kagome's snores continued to drown into the night.

But Sango stayed wide awake.

'Miroku… he smells so good… so enticing… But I should now him by now, he's probably on the street right now making out with some chic in a mini-skirt… Sometimes I wish that 'mini-skirt' girl could be me…

Oh, Miroku, you'll never understand, will you?

You'll never come to know how I feel.

Miroku, I've always liked you.

Now. I might love you.

Do you me?'

It sounded like a poem written her head, a good one for once, she could sincerely admit that she sucked at writing. But this one was good… but if Miroku were to hear them—yea, he'd freak out. Pulling the covers over her head, she tried to make the words disappear, but they were etched into her mind, sticking to her like burs.

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The next day the alarm clock bleeped out into the silence.

"I swear I didn't do it!" Kagome yelled, sitting up on her bed, her eyes wide. Sango rolled over and groaned.

'Ah, yes, I remember know. I'm stuck in a dorm with the hyper psycho girl who strangely enough might be of ample interest to me.'

"Gosh, Kagome, calm down, it was just the alarm clock."

Kagome blushed before leaping out of bed.

"I call the shower first."

"Hurry up."

Brushing her teeth, Sango stared into the mirror. She had to admit, she wasn't exactly the princess-beautiful type, just a sweet, tomboy-ish, run outside and play baseball sort of beautiful. Not exactly her preferred type.

Now that was different with Kagome. What could she say? They both weren't beautiful to the extent that boys would literally worship them, but Kagome was—pretty. A word you could not use to describe Sango… she sighed, unpacking her petite make-up bag and turning to the bathroom door, banging.

"I said hurry up, Kaggers!"

She put an ear to the door, and caught the perky little girl singing, "Happy Face" (Destiny's Child, don't own) at the top of her lungs.

"I woke up this morning, the sunshine was shining, I put on my happy face…"

More confessions had to be made. Kagome wasn't exactly a spectacular singer.

"Shut up and get out, I'm begging you!"

Pouting, Kagome opened the door, hitting Sango in the face.

"Sorry, roomie…" she said apologetically as Sango nursed her nose. She received a pretty impolite, "whatever" in reply.

After showering, she quickly put on her famous purple-red eyeliner and chap-stick, and was surprised, but in a good way, to find that Kagome wasn't wearing any make-up at all.

"It's not good for my pores," she explained, and Sango let her head fall into her hands.

Dressing decently in a pair of pale blue Capri and a white t-shirt, she carefully picked up her books, finding that Kagome was waiting for her outside of the door. They walked along, admiring the smooth wood of the staircase, and the glassy tile of the floors.

"I don't think I can ever get over the beauty of this place," Kagome sighed.

"Yea, it's like it'll remain forever new."

Kagome nodded, then abruptly hooked arms with Sango before running to the breakfast line.

"We'd better hurry, I seriously want to get my food and a nice table."

Grabbing bowls and boxes of cereal, along with biscuits, they raced without precaution to the closest table, nearly spilling their food. Laughing, they sat down, before hearing a haughty male voice over their shoulder,

"You'd better move over, I saw this table first."
Kagome turned red at the sight of the golden eyes and silver hair. Seeing that her friend was losing it, Sango turned over to face the person who emitted the words.

"We're not moving, loser."

"Maybe you'd like me to make you, then."

"That would be impossible."

'Feh-ing' loudly, he lifted a clawed hand, and in one sweep, sent their trays crashing to the floor. Sango shot up from her seat, her face now turning pink. And she punched him in the face—hard.

"You are such an inconsiderate jerk! Ugh! C'mon Kagome, let's let him have this table if, that's what he wants."

"Yea, he can sit here if he's that desperate."

Again, he fell face-down into the floor.

Kagome shook her head. She wished she could've done what Sango just did, punched him in the face. She had been so tempted to kick him, but her heart was soft, and would not allow it. Seeing anyone in any sort of pain made her cringe.

Sango was still fuming into the first class, and she sat down with her arms crossed in front of their laptops, not even bothering to work on the assignment. Kagome wasn't even there, all the faces would have been new, had she not seen them the day before.

"I finished it yesterday," she whispered. "I didn't feel like working much today."

"Miss Ginzuishou, are you finished with your work?"

She laid back in her chair, and said softly, "Yea."

"Then work on tomorrow's."

"Been there, done that."

"Well then, from now on, I want you to stop working ahead, so that the other students can keep up. Understand?"

"Whatever."

"Good."

She looked over the room, smiling at how everyone else was working diligently. Her eye caught one person though—and he seemed to be finished as well.

He seemed pretty tall, and his hair was dark-brown and tied, and it was probably as long as her own. Bangs were covering his eyes, as he was looking down.

And then he looked up, revealing chocolate orbs, and smiled. She smiled back. He pointed to the computer, then made all sorts of movements, finally mouthing the words, 'Chat room… yahoo…I'm mugen82…'

Aah, so he wanted to chat in class. That could be fun. And his name, it meant 'infinity…' now that was seriously creative. A smile tugging on her lips, she mouthed back, 'barayume23, I'll be there…'

She quickly disconnected her laptop from the cord that was powering it up, and lay it on her lap, feverishly typing to get to the yahoo chat room. Finally logging in, she pulled some hair out of her face.

Mugen82: Hey, what's up? I think I've seen you before…

Barayume23: That's cuz I was here yesterday, baka.

Mugen82: Oh. 3.By the way, my name's Natsu. And you are…

Barayume23: Sango. So happy to be in college. So happy that I made it into Toudai. Sad cuz my bf didn't.

Mugen82: Boyfriend?

Barayume23: No, no, I think I got you confused. Best friend.

Mugen82: Ah, I see, I suppose that she was very traumatized, then?

Barayume23: He. Not exactly. Just wished me good luck.

Mugen82: Oh… it's a guy. Ever had a relationship?

Barayume23: Nah. He's just a friend. Nothing more.

Mugen82: Whatever you say, darling.

She grinned. This was actually fun.

Barayume23: What are you majoring in?

Mugen82: biology

Barayume23: Medical field. I've got a lotta years to work off… 

Mugen82: Plastic Surgeon?

She gasped. How would he know?

Barayume23: How'd you know?

Mugen82: It's in your personaility, BY23, you seem the type to punch a person's lights out, then put their face back together, like what you did with poor Inu back at breakfast.

Barayume23: You saw. Ah, well, I don't apologize. He's a jerk.

Houshi52: Hey, Sango, didn't expect you to be on at a time like this?

Barayume23: 'roku? What are you doing on, then? Trying to get a hookup during school hours?

Mugen82: Oh… I suppose this is your bf, then?

Barayume23: Best friend, yea. Miroku, meet Natsu.

Houshi52: Pleasure. If I could shake your hand I certainly would, M82.

Mugen82: The feeling is mutual.

Barayume23: You two are talking like you're hooking up or something.

Houshi52: I would've said a lotta crap to you right now if the bell hadn't rung, hime. But it has, so I've gotta scram. Bye, love.

Mugen82: Princess? Love? What the?

Barayume23: A joke. We play around like that.

Mugen82: Cell #? We can talk. Mine's 451-6098

Barayume23: 451-3276. I think I"d better log off myself. Sayonara, Natsu-san.

She smiled as she logged off and slowly closed her laptop, turning around to see Natsu do the same. He looked up and winked, just as the bell rung.

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The rest of the day was bliss for Sango. She skipped through the halls, and met Kagome with a big goofy smile on her face.

"Hey, Kaggers. What's to eat?"

"Um… Sango? Lunch was three hours ago. We get dinner ourselves, remember?"
Sango stopped skipping and looked at her, before drawing out her wallet.

"So, we go together then?"

Kagome blushed. "Sorry, I promised to go with… Inu."

Sango stared at her in disbelief. "Isn't he the guy that I punched in the cafeteria?"

Kagome nodded. "He's not all bad, he's just a little arrogant. He helped me in Physics today… he's really kind of nice. He asked whether I'd go to dinner with him, and I agreed on the spur of the moment."

Sango sighed now, flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "Fine. I guess I'll get some fast food then, and maybe I can grab some Pocky…" but she still gave her very best puppy dog pout. A second later, she felt her pocket vibrate, as her cell phone rang. Picking it up, she winked to Kagome, telling her in body language that all was well and that she should go have fun.

"Moshi moshi?" she said, placing her cell phone precariously between her shoulder and her ear.

"Hime? Sango? Great, I've been trying to get to you all day!"

"Hey, 'Roku… what's up?"

"Nothing much, but I was wondering if could meet in WacDonalds today. I just got off from school, and you know, I was kind of bored. I'm missing my hime, Sango."

She chuckled. "Ah, you are, aren't you? Okay, fine. I'll meet you there."

"No, no, I'll meet you at your school. I'm taking the motorcycle, if you don't mind."

"I don't. Bye 'Roku-kun."

"Bye, hime."
Placing her cell phone in her magenta, lizard-skin print purse instead of her pocket now, Sango rushed back to the dorm, quickly rummaging through her clothes. It wasn't a special occasion, but she felt like she ought to look especially nice, even though she knew Miroku would say she looked okay in anything.

Finally deciding on an ruffled, pink tennis skirt and a liter pink polo shirt, she grabbed the lizard purse and slipped on a pair of sandals. Sango had never been one to overdress. Half- hazardly putting her hair up, she walked out of the door, locking the door behind her and pocketing the keys.
Sighing, Sango started down the steps to the main entrance hall, her sandals flapping against the floor like flip-flops, filling the room with quite an echo, which was repeated by the hundred or so students flooding in and out of the doors. She craned her neck for any sign of Miroku.

And there he was. At the door, talking to no one other than Natsu. His piercing chocolate eyes pointed in her direction, waving for her to come over. It took Miroku a minute to find her, and he finally turned too.

"Hime! What's up?" he yelled, walking towards her, hands in pockets, his dark purple shirt matching his eyes perfectly. He gave her a quick hug.

"The sky, I guess."

He poked her forehead playfully. "Not the sarcasm again." He looked over at Natsu, who was staring rather uncomfortably at them, as though he disapproved. "I think Mugen82 over there would like to talk to you."
She flushed scarlet, then began to run towards him as well.

"Hey, Natsu!"

"Hey," he said. His voice was deeper than she expected, quite like Miroku's, but with a different, indescribable tint to it. She realized that it was the first time she had heard it. He seemed to be expecting a hug as well, so she smiled shlyly and patted his back. He wrapped an arm around her waist.

A scowl was forming on Miroku's face now. 'How dare he touch Sango like that? Who does he all of a sudden think he is?'

But now she slowly eased away. "Miroku and I are going to WacDonald's. 'Roku, mind if he came with," she asked, then turning to Natsu, "That is… if you don't have plans, Natsu."

Natsu shook his head, "No, I don't, I'd gladly come with, if your 'best friend' complies." He put a particular emphasis on the words, 'best friend' as he spoke, shooting the accused 'bf' a death-glare. Miroku fought back his instinct to punch the guy in the face. "I don't have enough room on my motorcycle, Sango. I'm not going to carry another guy, anyway."

She pouted, kind of surprised at his sudden sour attitude. Well, she couldn't force him…

"But don't you have a car, Natsu?"

He nodded. "Yea. I could follow you, I guess."

She grinned now, saying shyly, "Well, see you there."

"Ja 'ne, Sango-chan, Miroku-san."

"'Ja' yourself, baka." He whispered it under his breath, so that Sango would not be pained with the fact that her 'bf' didn't seem to like her latest friend.

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He handed the motorcycling helmet to her, his only one, and she attempted to squeeze it on her head.

"Augh! I can't breathe in here!" He grinned.

"My dear Sango," he said, smirking, "If anything were to happen, I would prefer that my head get crushed and not yours."

She laughed. "Don't speak like that."
But he was being dead serious. As dangerous as it sounded, he was going to somehow beat Natsu to WacDonald's, manage to grab their dinner, and go back to his own school grounds to eat, outside, maybe even take a dip in the neighboring hotel's pool, as his guardian Mushin owned it.

Revving up the engine, he nearly jolted when he felt Sango's arms encircle his waist. She was scared stiff.

"Loosen up," he said, as he exited the college campus' parking lot. She did. And he took on a burst of speed that she might've thought inhuman. They zoomed through the WacDonald's drive-thru, and he braked so quickly that Sango felt she would fall over. Lifting up the plastic shield in the front, she gasped, out of air,

"What was that all about?"

He grinned, "I'm guessing you'll take #3, as always."
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Natsu tapped impatiently at the steering wheel. This 'Miroku' guy was a little too clingy to be just a friend. Well, if he was, as Sango had very clearly made sure of, then he should loosen up and give him a try with the girl. What he meant was, she seemed nice, and smart, as she managed to finish three days worth of work in only one, and she wasn't giggly and silly like all those other girls.

He smirked. Well, if Miroku was to be the wall between him and Sango, he was just going to have to knock it down.

He looked briefly at his side-windows, and gasped as he spotted a zooming black motorcycle. There was a flash of pink, and then it was gone.

Blinking, he thought it over quickly. It seemed as though the wall was trying to get bigger.

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"Miroku, where we going?"

"To take a bit of a swim."

"What? What about Natsu?"

"He won't mind being ditched. He was driving too slowly anyway."

"If you drive like that all the time, I'm surprised that you're still alive! Miroku…"
He made a turn into the hotel.

"I'll ask Mushin to see if he has some bathing suits to give us."
She flushed. They had not been in a pool together since they were eight, and the thought of seeing what his muscles probably looked like now made her shiver.

"Ah… okay."
He returned with a card-key and a bikini set and trunks.

"Our room is 303. Upstairs. You take the bathroom, I'll just change in the living area."

The blush on her face was growing bolder. "Hai. Thank you."
She carefully picked up the green bathing suit from him, lifting them to her face. They looked like they could barely cover her eyes, let alone her breast.

"I could never wear this! Miroku! You have got to learn to have some decency! It's like… you wearing a speedo in there!"

He laughed. "It's stretch, I'm sure it will cover you nicely."

"If it doesn't, I'll have your neck, Houshi."

Snatching the card-key from him, she tried to push it into the slit. The light above flashed red, showing that access was denied. Annoyed, she began to push it in harder, hoping that that irritating red light would be replaced with green.

"Whoa, don't break the card…" he crooned, slowly coming up behind her, taking the card from her hands and gently slipping it into the hole, earning himself a green light. She froze, not even daring to take a breath in the timespan that she was in his embrace, whilst his hot breath parted her hair.

He slipped away, opening the door and entering, handing her the swim suit, then closing the bathroom door.

She quickly stripped down, pulling the bikini up to her hips, carefully tying the strings around her neck for the top. He was right. It was stretchy, even though it was still by far the skimpiest suit she had ever worn. Pulling her scrunchie out, she let her dark hair fall to her back, quickly using a Q-tip that was in her purse to take off the eyeliner, before draping a towel around herself and opening the door.

She closed it, blushing.

Of course, she had forgotten. Miroku was changing in there… she had been lucky that he hadn't even finished, he was tugging on his boxers when she had opened up.

He did have nice muscles. Everywhere. They weren't bulky… they were just there… and the worst part was: he had looked up. He had seen her see him, and he had smiled.

Her stomach churned now as she put her back to the door, sliding down slowly and groaning. How could she be so stupid! Putting her ear to the door, she waited for any sounds that showed that he was leaving. But he didn't. Knocking quickly, he opened up without waiting for an answer, an evil smirk on his face.

"I know you're finished, Sango-chan," he said softly as he grabbed a towel, then leaned in slightly to whisper, "So… did you like what you saw?"

She flushed red again, pulling her towel up further as to cover everything she could. Of course, that was trick question, one not meant to be answered, ever. Shrugging the whole thing off, he grabbed her hand and lead her to the swimming area.

'Look at her… she's so shy, so decent… so friggin' hot!'

She moved her bangs out of her eyes, placing her towel on the chair before splashing into the water, her hair billowing out around her. She looked like a mermaid. His eyes stayed locked on her figure as she swam through, his fantasies broken when she yelled, "'Roku! C'mon in!"
He did.

"You know…I feel bad about leaving Natsu."

"Don't. He won't mind."

Sango frowned, wading a little closer to him.

"But that was still mean… I feel like such a jerk!"

At these words, Miroku cringed. It seemed as though he would make his princess upset.

Maybe it helped that he had put an arm around her.

"Don't… I should feel bad, I was driving. You had no control over the direction we were heading in. I'm sincerely sorry, Sango. I think I don't want my hime to get snatched up."
Her face reddened- but not in embarrassment this time, but an angry.

"So," she hissed, pulling herself from his embrace, "You want me to grow up and be lonely, don't you Miroku? You want me to stand around, while you go banging with a pack of cheerleaders, never getting the chance to be with people of the other gender--- other than you? Listen Miroku, I'm your friend, and I know you have only the best interests for me, but I decide who I go out with. If your problem is that you don't like Natsu, big deal. I don't care. In fact, I'm going to call him right now. Maybe he'll go take me for a REAL dinner, huh?"
With that, she stormed off, soaking wet and fuming. Miroku let himself sink down to neck level. Well, it was true that they hadn't eaten yet, but what'd she mean by 'real?'

"Ah, there I go again… making my poor hime flustered…"

Sango hurriedly threw on her clothes and squeezed the water from her hair, not caring much that she had no means of transportation at all. Grabbing her purse, she stormed out of the door, slamming it shut. Miroku, seeing that she meant business, quickly stood up and climbed out of the pool, not bothering to dry himself.

"Sango! My hime! What are you doing? Come back!"

She turned to him, her expression dangerous.

"Don't ever call me your princess again unless you mean it."

"I mean it, Sango."

Another voice erupted from the hotel.

"Miroku, you baka! What are you doing soaking wet in your trunks in the middle of the parking lot? Go change, boy, before you ruin my good name!"

"You'd better listen to Mushin, Miroku. I'm leaving. See you… around."

Adjusting her purse, Sango started her long walk back to the school, head down and heart aching. She knew she had overreacted, but her emotions were reaching the boiling point and hit it with his innocent remark. Her sandals clicked as the beat against the sidewalk.

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Natsu checked his side-view mirror again. He was pink again, this time going much slower, and nearly stopped. Switching to the side of the road, he rolled down the window to see the pale, upset figure of Sango.

"Barayume23… what's up?"
She looked up and smiled.

"Oh… just walking back. Are you sure you don't need a ride, Sango-chan? I'll gladly give it to you."

Her grin widened, lighting up her delicate features, "Yea, okay."
He pressed a button to unlock it, and she pulled the car door open and sat down.

When she was smaller, her father had told her that you could tell a lot about a person not just from their purse, but also from the smell of their automobile. And his had a peculiar one… of mint and paint. She thought, trying to think of all his different possible personality traits from the scent.

'Dunno… maybe he's an artist who likes Winterfresh gum…'

She placed her chin on her fingers, staring up at him as he continued driving.

"So… where'd you two go?"

Sango blushed as his gaze shifted briefly from the road to her face.

"AH… we went to WacDonalds at first, but then Miroku stopped by his guardian's hotel to take a dip."

"That explains why your hair is wet."

"Yea."

"And he didn't have the kindness to drive you back?"

She bit her lip and paused. No, she couldn't tell him what really happened.

"Nah, Mushin called him inside to do a couple chores, so I decided to leave… he offered to give me a ride, but I guess I don't like motorcycles that much."
He smiled.

"Yea… hey, Sango?"
The question was about to come out of his mouth.

"Huh?"

"Seeing that Miroku is just your best friend, would you go for a date… just the two of us, for dinner tomorrow?"

Geesh. Everyone knows that when asking a person out, you never mention the word 'date.' That's just goofy. That was one of the things Miroku had taught her about the art of attraction…

"Sure, I'd love to."

Another no-no. The phrase 'I'd love to' was so cliché…

"Great." He leaned over, smiling, to peck her softly on the lips.

She froze. Other than Miroku's friendly smooches, that was her first real kiss. The one she could cherish forever, and eventually rub in Kagome's face. Her expression was frozen.

"Sango, you okay?"
She snapped out of lal-la land, where the bunny rabbits fly and the flowers touch the sky.

"Yea, of course. Anyway, what time is it?"

"9:00. Don't worry, we're almost on campus. And the curfew is 10."
She sighed, laying back in the seat as they turned in and parked.

"Thank you for the ride, Natsu-kun," she said, as he gave her hand to help her out, which she took.

"No problem, anytime," he said, then, in a lower voice, "if your bf isn't with you, that is…"
She caught the remark, her face reddening slightly. She wanted to cry… maybe it was her fault they suddenly weren't getting along, I mean, when she had seen them they were talking together…

"Aya… I'm sorry you two didn't exactly hit it off."

"Not your fault, he's a stupid loser anyways. You don't need him. Why don't you just forget about dear Houshi and maybe we could… you know, hook up? He doesn't like you, don't you get it? But I do, and besides…" He was cut short by the look on Sango's face. It was reddening by the second, her lips trembling and her fists clenching, the valve in her eyes slowly creaking open to let tears lose. All former anger against Miroku forgotten, she rounded up on Natsu, slapping him hard across the face.

"You don't ever talk about Miroku like that! Especially not to my face, you baka! I can't believe I stayed with you! Ugh!"

A black motorcycle was slowly turning into the parking lot, just as Sango slapped a bewildered Natsu across the face again.

"I let you have my first true kiss… but then you go out and talk about him! You say you're the better person? You… you're a conceited little prat!"

Another slap.

"Don't you dare talk to me again, or I'll personally castrate you!"

The motorcycle screeched to a stop, and Miroku swung his legs over, careful not to disturb the precariously placed flowers at the edge. Walking silently towards them, watching, and somehow remaining undetected.

She brought a hand to slap him again, but this time, Natsu, recovering from the surprise, caught it, squeezing her wrist- hard. Miroku's eyes widened as he lifted a fist. Sango shrieked, turning her head in hopes of dodging the incoming blow.

"Now let me talk. Don't you ever touch—"

"Don't you ever touch Sango again. And, by the way, since you didn't get your lesson in manners at home, you never strike a woman."

Miroku had pushed his way between them, easing Sango's hand from his rival's grasp.

"You again. Move it."

"No… Sango, go inside… you probably wouldn't want to see this."

"Miroku— "

"Go!"

Natsu laughed, his formerly gorgeous brown eyes now seething with all sorts of ugly emotions.

"Yea, you don't want to see your best friend killed, Sango, go!"

Fuming, she was about to resist just to show Natsu that she could, but Miroku flashed her a look that said that she should oblige. As soon as she was out of sight, Natsu lunged at him.

Miroku's speed was amazing, he easily jumped back and dodged him, landing on one knee, patiently waiting for Natsu to try again. He did. As quick as lightning, Miroku shot up, catching the incoming fist and clutching Natsu by the throat.

"Now you know how it feels, you son of—"

His anger couldn't even be taken out with words, he lunged a powerful right fist at his face, knocking the once oh-so-confident Natsu down to the floor, and out cold.

A still cold expression on his face, he let his eyes wander towards the main building of Tokyo University, and his eyes softened as he thought of the his next task.

Picking up the bouquet of hydrangeas and daises that was just about to tip off of his motorbike, he looked down at the blue and white mass of petals as he scaled the staircase, and pushed open the door.

He didn't care that he was leaving a trail of blue petals on the floor. He didn't care that everyone would be watching.

All that was on his mind was: Sango.

'Sango… I'm so sorry I've shunned you like this for so many years… but I…'

He sighed as the many words he could possibly think of flashed through his head. They seemed so lame; he had no idea how he was going to present this to her…

And then he spotted pink. Yes, that color would stay etched in his mind forever, pink.

"Hime!"

He yelled it out, loud enough for her to hear and possibly everyone else in the main hall. People were beginning to crowd at the base of the stairs, nosily, wanting to see what was going on.

She turned to face him, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered his name, "Mir-oku… do you mean it now?"

"I've always meant it, Sango…"
At that, she literally flew down the stairs into his embrace, the bouquet falling to the floor and rolling down the stairs, forgotten as she sobbed into his chest. The room was quiet.

"Sango… I don't know how to say this, but I…"

"I love you too, Miroku."

She had finished the sentence flawlessly, and he would've cried too, had he not prided his male dignity so much. The angel in his arms looked up at him, her brown eyes finally ceasing their leaking, and he lifted a hand to wipe the last tears away. The hand found a way to her chin, and he slowly lifted her head up, nearing her lips.

They met, and Sango immediately deepened the kiss, moving her arms from his stomach and around his neck. The moment was finally there. The one she had been dreaming about for so long, the one she tried to deny…

His grip tightened, and when they finally released for a breath, they stood in each other's embrace.

The two became aware of their surroundings, of everyone staring at them. Looking around her, Sango found Kagome at the top of the stairs, hanging on to the white-haired boy and waving. The boy turned to her and smirked, making her blush apologetically for the breakfast 'incident'.

"Hey, Sango," Miroku suddenly said, his grin suddenly widening. "I need to tell you something. I-I retook the test for Toudai. I'm coming, next semester… I'm coming to join you. You know the legend of this place…"

"Of how couples leave, married… yes, I know," she said, blushing.

"I want you to be by my side forever, like you've been all these years, Sango… I know this is kind of sudden, but I've been saving it for a very long time…"

He reached into his pocket, and carefully steadied himself on one knee on the stairway. She gasped.

"Sango… will you marry me?"

If it were possible, the room became even quieter as everyone awaited her response.

"Oh… Miroku… yes, yes, yes!"

The room burst into applause as she answered, and he slipped a beautiful ring onto her finger, the center holding a glittering diamond. She felt her eyes brim with tears again as she stared down at it, in awe.

"This must've cost you bundles…"

"Only for you, hime…"
She leaped into his arms, and somebody in their miniature audience tossed the forgotten bouquet into the air, showering the pale blue and white petals everywhere as the two shared another kiss.

"Half and hour more to kill, then, my dear Sango-chan?"

"Hai. Let's use it wisely... dinner, for real this time?"

"Sounds good."
He scooped her up bridal-style, splitting the crowd as they walked along, covered in tears, chlorine, and petals.

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Next semester

Sango smiled at her latest test marks. Perfect, as always, but the red 100 on her papers meant something different now. It meant getting to share them with Miroku, getting to rejoice with him. She heard a clanging down the corridor, and a sharp knock. Yelling to Kagome, who was changing in the corner for a late-night date with Inu, she walked to the door, knowing perfectly well that she wasn't exactly presentable in a pair of pajamas and bunny slippers.

Opening her door, she met a pair of blue-purple orbs, and beamed.

"I've been waiting for about 5 months, 'Roku, and now you come!"

She greeted him with a hug and a peck on the lips. "Dorm number?"

"35, not too far from yours, hime dearest."
He was dragging along two large black duffel bags.

"Should I help?"

"Nah, don't bother. But get this—I don't have a roomie. The guy who used to stay there dropped out."
She sighed. If only he knew who 'the guy' was. (Natsu… duhr)

"So I can visit you without any interruptions, then."

"Yea."

"'Kay then. Kagome's going out, so you can come over if you want to after you drop these off; I'll walk you to the room, anyways."

He nodded, but then resisted as she tried to yank one of the bags away. Despite his struggles, she insisted upon carrying it, and placed it on her shoulder with ease.

He mumbled something, seeing that she was walking normally with her bag whilst he was struggling with his, but then took out his key and opened the dorm room's door.

"'Kay, go ahead and get your stuff together and come on in, and I'll go ahead and start studying. You can join, I guess."

"Yea."

"'Kay."
There was an awkward silence, but then, Miroku knocked Sango to the bed, their noses touching.

"You don't know how much I've missed you these past years, hime-chan."
She laughed. "It's been only months, silly."

"Months, years, it was still time without my…" he paused, a grin forming on his face, "wife."
She plastered his grin on her own face, but losing it as soon as he started to kiss at her neck.

"Ashiteru, Sango-chan. I love you so much…"
She could only moan as he licked her collarbone, before coming up to her lips, pressing against them, his tongue begging for entrance into her cavern. She didn't hesitate to give it, letting him deepen it as she toyed with his hair.

He finally released her, his breath uneven and his voice wavering, but the lecherous grin still finding a way to sprout up on his face.

"It's late, we have to wake up early tomorrow. We continue Saturday, no?"
She nodded, "That sounds like a good plan. Ashiteru, Miroku-kun. Sleep well.

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I know it's a really long one-shot.

I just had the idea one day, so I started typing it, right? Then I just forgot about it and let it swim around in my database for a while, before finding it again and continuing it. Please review and tell me what you think, and if I should make a one or two chapter sequel to it (cuz I'm seriously considering it.)

And, the whole Toudai thing, with the legend, is from Love Hina (one of my fav mangas, next to Hana-Kimi, Tokyo Mew-Mew, Ranma ½, and DNAngel… oh, and Kodocha and Desert Coral and Yu Gi Oh and Chobits goes on and on and on…

I was going to make Miroku grope someone, but I wanted this to be completely sweet, no slaps on him, no yelling, no making up. That takes too long, and would've made this one-shot like a four-shot. So thanx if you read, and I love you if you are about to review.

Plz read my other story, Black Panther The End Begins, it's almost 100 OC but I think you'd like it if you liked this one and you don't mind blood.

Thanx,

Tetsuna

P.S. I know you want to press that lovely purple button that says 'Go…'

Even if you don't wanna, do it for the sake of a poor, innocent, writer…

Puh-lease? Do I seriously have to beg?

(Grabs rosary beads from Kaede's house and puts it around your neck)

Hah! If you don't review now, Tetsuna will say the 'magic word' and you will find your head ten feet in the ground! Muhahahaha!