Sango and Miroku met in the tenth grade. They were in almost every class together and it seemed as though their teachers had all gotten together and decided they liked these two as a couple. They were seated next to each other and when ever a project came around they always seemed to be paired up together. Though this wasn't a problem with Miroku. In fact he enjoyed every minute of it. Grabbing her bottom and when he was slapped he just sighed and announced it was the best half-second of his life.

Sango on the other hand was getting fed up with his antics. Her hand was starting to hurt from the number of times she had hit him. Not to mention that he had started asking her out. One day she replied, in a very sarcastic way mind you, " Sure Miroku I'll go out you. Two years from now."

Either Miroku never notice the sarcasm or he chose to ignore it. Either way Miroku leapt from his seat and knelt at Sango's desk. He used one of his hands and clasped both of hers. "I knew you would agree eventually! My hours of meditation told me so!"

Sango was turning red. Not only from embarrassment but also from anger. Miroku's other hand some how found it's way to her bottom. Grabbing the nearest book, it happened to be Miroku's biology book; Sango raised it above her head and brought it down on top of his head. Successfully managing to reacquaint Miroku with the floor.

"I suppose your meditation also told your hand to rest there!"

Miroku sighed and rubbed his head from his spot on the floor. "Sadly no. That hand is cursed I tell you. Just wanders were it pleases."

--------------------------Two Years Later: Before School------------------------

Sango was currently on the computer in the school library. She had to do some last minuet revisions for a paper that was due the next day. Now normally she would have done this when she got home from school but tonight was Prom and there would be no time for anything but getting ready.

She had just finished typing and was just about to start printing, when all of a sudden a hand was on her bottom. With out a second thought Sango spun around and landed a right hook on somebody's eye. Looking down she gaped at who it was. "You! I thought I lost you when I hopped that fence and looped back around."

Miroku smiled as he stood up and gabbed her hands. "Fear not I found my way back to you! Lovers such as ourselves are never truly separated."

Sango yanked her hands away as she started the printing process on her computer. Once it was started she turned her attention to Miroku. Opening a bag of chips she munched on a few. "Why don't you leave me alone? We've never even dated."

Miroku grabbed the chair nearby and pulled up next to Sango. "Because Sango my dear, we are destined for each other! Also we have our first date planned for tonight. So what time should I pick you up?"

Sango nearly choked on her chips. Coughing she grabbed her nearby water bottle and took a gulp. Once she was able to breath correctly she looked at him incredulously. "What did you say?"

Miroku looked worried. He leaned in a little closer to make sure she was all right. "Are you okay Sango? Do you need me to get you any-"

Miroku was cut off as Sango grabbed the collar of his shirt and hoisted him to his feet as she stood up. Nearing her eyes her voice got really low. "Miroku what did you say earlier."

Miroku gulped before answering. "Just that we are destined for each other and have our first date tonight. By the way what time do you want me to pick you up?"

Sango didn't even hear his question as she unceremoniously dropped him on the floor and sank into her chair. "I have no knowledge of this date! When did I agree to this!"

Miroku sat cross-legged on the ground before Sango. The smile on his face was that of a kid in a candy store. "Exactly two years ago today!" He rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a small book. "See I've even been keeping track!"

Sango snatched the book out of Miroku's hands. Flipping through it proved that Miroku had in fact been keeping track. "I never agreed to this!"

"Sure you did! Remember?"

" Sure Miroku I'll go out you. Two years from now."

Either Miroku never notice the sarcasm or he chose to ignore it. Either way Miroku leapt from his seat and knelt at Sango's desk. He used one of his hands and clasped both of hers. "I knew you would agree eventually! My hours of meditation told me so!"

"I suppose your meditation also told your hand to rest there!"

"Damn it! I did tell him that!" Sango cursed.

Miroku stared at her for a minuet before speaking up. "So…what time do you want me to pick you up? I'll also need your address."

Sango sighed but got out a pencil. Opening the little book she wrote on the next clean sheet of paper wrote her address and number. "You can pick me up around 6. I also wrote down my number in case you need to get a hold of me."

Miroku grabbed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He then got up and started to exit the library. "Good bye my love! I shall see you tonight!"

Sango groaned and buried her head in her arms. Hoping that no one could tell that he was talking to her. Her paper was finished printing by now.

------------------------6 o'clock: Sango's House--------------------

Miroku glanced at his watch. He was right on time. Getting out of the limo he walked up the steps and knocked on the door. From the outside he could hear rushing of footsteps followed by the click of the door unlocking. There in the doorway stood Sango though she didn't look like she was ready to go anywhere.

"Sorry I'm running a little behind. Come on in and sit down I'll be down soon." Sango then disappeared back up the stairs.

Miroku walked in and closed the door behind him. Turning around he jumped a foot in the air. There standing before him was tall man, at least six feet, who wasn't there before. He had black hair that was tied in a small ponytail and a beard. He appeared to be in his thirty's and Miroku's best guess was that this was Sango's father.

Finally remembering his manners Miroku stuck out his had. "Hello Mr. Taijya. How are you this evening? "

"I'm fine Miroku is it?" Miroku nodded as the man took in his appearance. "What happened to your eye?"

Turns out when Sango punched him earlier that day she did it a little too hard. Miroku's eye held a brilliant shiner. Miroku laughed, "Just a little misunderstanding. I'm just glad it goes so well with what I'm wearing."

Indeed the shade of the shiner did go with Miroku's choice of clothing. He was wearing a black tux with a deep purple undershirt. No tie.

Sango's father slung an arm around Miroku's shoulders and led him into the living room. He sat in an armchair while Miroku took a place on the couch. "Now as I'm sure you already know Sango is my only daughter. Therefore I am very fond of her so it should not come as a surprise that I set some ground rules right."

Slightly confused Miroku just nodded his head as Mr. Taijya continued. "First off you do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them."

Miroku's eyes widened at his statement. 'I hope Sango doesn't tell him about my hand. Better be careful.'

Sango's father leaned back in his chair, " I know that this is a special night for the both of you but don't get carried away in the heat of the moment. I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "Barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you."

Miroku's eyes widened even more if that was possible and his mouth hung opened.

"You're going to catch flies if you don't close your mouth."

His mouth shut tight.

"Also if you two ever decided to go out on another date I have some suggestions for clothing. It is to my understanding and observation thatboys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off your hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots." Miroku opened his mouth to protest but was cut off as Mr. Taijya started speaking again.

"Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist." He smiled as though it was the best idea ever.

Miroku decided not to argue. 'I have to get some new pants…'

"Now I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls." Miroku smiled broadly at this statement. That smile quickly disappeared as the man across from him narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. "

Before he had time to respond to that Sango appeared at the doorway. "Hey Miroku. Dad. I'm ready now."

Mr. Taijya got up and strode over to his daughter with a grin on his face. "You look wonderful. You've grown up so fast. Why it seemed as though it was just yesterday that you were running around in your underwear and rain boots."

Sango hit her father's arm with her purse. "Dad! Don't say things like that!"

"All right just don't hit me again." He responded while rubbing his arm. Even in a dress and heels Sango could still hit hard.

During this whole exchange Miroku just stared at Sango, being careful that his eyes remained in appropriate places. Normally she had her hair up in a ponytail but tonight it was let down. It ended around mid back and was waved slightly.

Her dress was strapless. The top six inches was a white fabric with black embroidered flowers and leaves. The rest of the dress was a deep burgundy red except for the last six inches, which had the same whit with black flowers and leaves. Sango also wore a pair of black gloves that stopped just short of her elbows. Her necklace was gold in an ivy pattern with red gems as berries.

Sango had walked to the door and was about to step outside when she noticed that Miroku wasn't following her. "Hey Miroku quit dragging your feet and get a move on!"

He was snapped out his daze. "Coming Sango!"

Sango just nodded and made her way to the limo. Miroku jumped up and was about to run after her when to hands were placed firmly on her shoulders. With his eyes he followed the hands, to arms, and finally to the face of Sango's father.

Smiling he leaned in a little bit to that they were eye to eye. "One last thing Miroku. When it comes to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me."

Miroku stood there dumbfounded and shocked. Mr. Taijya just kept smiling. "You better get going. You don't want to keep my daughter waiting now do you?"

Miroku was out the door before he could blink. After hearing the door close behind him Mr. Taijya put his hands behind his head and walked towards the kitchen. "I like that boy. I hope he comes back."

-----------------Limo Ride Home: Sometime After Midnight------------------

To say Sango was confused would be an understatement. Miroku had been a perfect gentleman all night. He kept eye contact; he pulled out her chair at dinner, opened the door to the buildings and limo, and during the slow dances didn't once let his hand 'slip.'

Not that she was complaining or anything. It was …strange. Not to mention a little unnerving.

"Hey Miroku?"

"Yes Sango?"

"Are you…?" She paused a little bit before continuing. "Are you feeling okay? Your not sick or anything right?"

Miroku raised an eyebrow to Sango's question. "To my knowledge I'm the picture of health. While I'm touched by your concern why do you ask? Do I appear sick?"

"Well no but you haven't tried anything all night… not that I'm complaining! I actually enjoy not having to worry about you. But if I may ask, what's with the sudden change of heart? I can't exactly believe that you just decided to give up on your own." Sango explained.

Miroku stiffened for a moment before answering. "A few carefully chosen phrases."

"What were these 'carefully chosen phrases' and who told them to you?" Sango asked.

"Oh look we're here!" Sure enough they had just arrived at Sango's house. Miroku was holding Sango's door open in a flash. Successfully avoiding the question. They were soon at her front door.

"Well all in all I had a great time tonight Miroku."

Miroku smiled before deciding to take a chance. "So if were to ask you out again you would agree?"

Sango thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Sure I'd be willing to go out with you again."

Miroku smile just got bigger. Quickly he placed a kiss on her check. Then upon hearing a click of what sounded like a safety being taken off a gun was on his way back to the car.

Not hearing the click Sango smiled and waved at him good-bye before heading inside. Closing the door she sighed happily as she made her way into the kitchen she passed through the dining room. She leaned against the doorway and raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Dad what are you doing?"

Her father looked up and smiled from his place at the table. "I just realized after you left how dirty my hunting guns were. So I decided to take them out and clean then. Well would you look at the time? I better get to bed."

After he left the room Sango just shrugged and continued her way to the kitchen. Not noticing that the safety had been clicked off one of the guns.

-END-

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

A/N: For Sango's necklace think the little design on her exterminator uniform except wrapped around her neck.