Conflicting Emotions

I love her. Yet I can NEVER tell her. Until Inuyasha tells me something that changes my outlook on how I see things. **AN I SUCK AT SUMMARIES SORRY!** Lemon-scented, and Yuri-based. Don't like don't read. This is my first fan fiction, and I'm kinda nervous. Please R&R, I do accept flames. Criticism is crucial to growing as a writer. Love love love I hope… and here we go!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha or other characters.

Past Point of View

Chapter 1: Fuck You, Miroku. Kaii, so, this is slightly lemon scented and I do admit, for a first chappie EVER it's a good thing that I'm not very easily offended loll. :D Please R&R Mon Amie's!

"Kagome, what in the world are you doing?" I inquire, peeking over my young friend's shoulder.

"Hm? Oh, I'm just looking for my, uh… my hairband. Sango, have you seen my hair band?" Kagome asks nervously, pulling her raven-black mane to the right side like she does when she's nervous.

"Which one?" I ask curiously, a puzzled expression haunting my face.

"Umm… the rainbow flowery one," she explains, rifling through a bag, looking as beautiful as always.

"Oh! You mean this?" I exclaim, holding up the brightly coloured accessory.

"AHA!" Kagome exclaims, and pounces on me to retrieve her prize. She knocks me onto my back, and straddles me. She draws her hands up my arms, slowly and sensuously, and then grasps the hair band.

"Kags," I start, getting a little flustered. "You know how I feel about you."

"Relax, Sang… Please." Kagome begins, then leans down and presses her lips to mine.

"Sango! Come on, Sango!" Miroku's voice inched through my subconscious, coming from outside my bedroom door.

"It is time to wake up."

"Ugh… Miroku, go fuck yourself." I groaned, and rolled over. I SO did not want to wake up. I wanted to stay in that perfect dream forever, to not wake up and have to face another day of watching the woman I love flirt tirelessly with the half-demon I hate, the infuriating Inuyasha. Yes, folks, that's right. I'm in love with my best friend, and could never tell her. At least… so I thought.