Don't Turn Around!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything in this story, but the plot! Believe, if I did, I wouldn't be so broke!

This fiction is something I thought up as I was sitting around on New Year's Eve. I'm not social! I like to sit around! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1: The Night I 'Fell' in Love

Sango didn't care that people were staring at her as she walked down the street. They were strangers. What did they care if her life was being torn apart? What did they care if she cried? I'm sorry I'm crying in front of you, you blockheads! Let me cry elsewhere if it bothers you! And she was. Tears fell freely as she walked, her mind twisting in and out of thoughts. One minute she was thinking about the fact she was alone, afraid in this big city. Afraid of the things that lurked in the distant shadows of the world. Fearful of all the lies she had been told and had yet to hear.

Why now? She wondered. Why to me? Why again?! Everything in her soul screamed as her thoughts then twisted around to him! How could he have stood there, looking her in the eyes and accused her of that? Of everything, with Ayame in his lap . . .or him in hers. Either way, it was a lie.

Everything was a lie.

So she had left the untruthful bastard, Kouga and his whore. Why? She knew why. She should have seen it before, after Kagome had asked her the question she herself had been thinking.

Can you see yourself with him in five years? What about five months? Five days?

Blank. She had drawn a complete blank. Thinking ahead. That's what's wrong with me. Every relationship I've had, I've never looked beyond what was planted in my head. The first date. A kiss. The second, a welcome inside for coffee or tea. Third date, sex. That's what they had all planted in her head. And each one she had fallen for it, then had been left behind, staring at an empty bed only months into because she 'wasn't wild enough'. Well, hell no I'm not wild. Men must belooking for whores with the way they act towards me! A girl that takes yoga, a girl with a perfectly fine imagination? Not wild enough. Fuck you all, then!

And Kouga had. She had heard Kagome talk about him. About his past relationships ending with him running off for another skirt, but how could he just . . .

Her thoughts just stopped as she rammed into someone. Ouch! Damn, that was painful! She looked up into violet eyes. Everything stopped, now. Not just the thoughts, but the world. The people, the lights, the noises. Everything in the world just . . .froze.

"Sorry," the man said, picking up a bag she'd been carrying. Full of her things, all that was left for her. "Didn't mean to . . ."

He paused, not gripping the words that were just about to come out. Those brown eyes, filled with tears, stared up at him. It was so . . .amazing. Everything he'd made a living of just clicked together, and it was . . .Stronger. Everything in words was nothing compared to this.

This was his next subject. His next chapter. His next step in life. And the girl, no. This young woman was the key to his soul.

They just stood there staring at each other until a car, a very loud one, drove by, splashing what was left of the afternoon rain onto the two. At first, Miroku could have cursed and given the bird to the bastard. The next he was chuckling.

Until he saw her face go pale and her eyes fill again. To distract her from crying, he offered her her bag and his hand. "I'm Miroku."

Sango swallowed. "I'm . . .Sango." and took the hand.

He smiled, making her own lips twitch up. "Pretty name," he said. What a pretty name, he thought again, holding onto the hand she had offered. Beautiful, really. Just like her.

Sango looked away after several moments of silence as he watched her. "I have to . . ." She broke off. Go? Where? She didn't have anywhere to go. Kouga had 'kicked' her out. Or she had left . . .At the moment she couldn't really remember, even as the city began to move again, spinning with the world.

This man, Miroku, she corrected. He had a nice face. Romantic. Heartbreakingly so. His deep black hair was long and pulled back into a small ponytail at the back of his head. His lips were turned up, just slightly, but enough to tell her he was still smiling. His eyes . . .Oh, they were what had done her in. Those beautiful, plum colored eyes. No, they were a bit deeper, richer than plum. Violet eyes, wonderful lips, and hair that any woman would wish to pull on.

What a great guy. In looks. How was his personality? Was he a rapist? A psychopath? Serial killer!

Her face suddenly changed, and Miroku went wide-eyed with questions. What? Did he have something on his face? A growth? What? Did he suddenly have three heads? No, what he saw was fear.

"Something wrong?"

Why not be honest? "Are you a rapist?"

There was a pause before he laughed. "I don't think so."

She smiled. The first real smile that filled her face. What a wonderful smile, he thought, leaning into her. "Why do you ask? Think I'm gonna drag ya off and have my way with you?"

"I guess when you live in the city long enough, you learn to be careful." Yeah, this was real careful!

They laughed again, this time much easier. Almost fluidly. "Hey, you wanna go get a burger or something?" he asked with another smile.

Sango swallowed hard. "Um, I have to . . .I can't."

Miroku felt disappointed and frowned. "Don't like me after all?"

"No!" she insisted, taking hold of his arm for emphasis. "I'd love to, really, but . . .I have something to do."

"Like what? What's better than a date with a perfect stranger?"

Nothing when the stranger is the hottest man alive, she thought, rubbing her shoulders because the breeze was making her cold. And she didn't have a jacket. Miroku took notice and offered his to her. "I have to find a hotel." She murmured, wrapping the thick wool around her body.

"Really?" His brows shot up in questioning shock. "I thought you were a local."

She shrugged and answered with the truth. "I walked out of my apartment this morning." His eyes were still on here, still wanting to understand why. "Found my boyfriend on top of my friend."

"Oh!" Miroku shifted, scratched his head and shook his head. "I had a similar happening last week." He shrugged and chuckled. "But, I found my ex on top of a strange guy in a thong."

"Eww!"

With more than a little difficulty, Miroku held back a laugh at her reaction. "So, how about we go get a bite, and I'll take you in?"

Well, hell. That was bad. Going to a stranger's house . . .Okay, so he wasn't a complete stranger. She knew his first name. Going over to his house, both of them in wet clothes? Was that a smart thing to do?

No, no matter if he said he wasn't a killer or if he had told her a lie, she knew she shouldn't. And when she heard a familiar voice call her name, she knew she wouldn't. "Kagome!" The girl drove up to the curb beside where Sango and Miroku stood.

"Hey. I was just going over to Inuyasha's . . ."She looked at the box, the boy, and the clothes. "Bad night?"

"Bad month." Sango answered.

Kagome gave a small smile. "Who are you?"

The man beside her friend extended his hand. "Miroku. Nice to meet you."

"Like wise." Kagome then turned her attention back to Sango. "Need a ride, or are you ok?"

Sango sighed and leaned forward, trying to keep her voice down so Miroku wouldn't hear her. "I need a place to stay, a big bubble bath, and new underwear."

The girl laughed. "I can get you with all three. Hop in." She did, and with a smile, offered Miroku her hand and a smile.

"Great meeting you. Miroku."

"Sango. Like wise." He kissed her hand and watched as she drove off.

It was twenty minutes later he remembered she still had his coat. "Oh well. I guess I can let it go."

But he was determined to see her again. No matter what, he wanted to find this Sango again. For he had the perfect character in his mind for her to be. She was his Juliet.

The question was, was he a Romeo?

---sings--- I fell in love with the girl at the rock show! ---looks up and gasps--- Um . . .The story done? No? Well, does that mean I have to keep writing? Yes? Okay, but only if I get at least seven reviews. Why seven? Because I can! Mwahahaha! ---clears throat--- Hope you enjoyed. HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!