A/N: Yes, yes. It's been SO long since I've posted anything on here, and for that I'm sorry. But now it's summer, I'm jobless, broke... The point is, I'm using this time to write more for you guys! I watched The Final Act and my Miroku/Sango feels kicked back in, so why not more fics? But here you go! Review and give me some suggestions for later chapters in this fic and for fics you'd like to see written! :)

Sango dropped just a few of many bags on her bedroom floor, her father and brother trailing behind her with even more belongings. After completing her sophomore year of college, it was finally summertime. She was excited to be moving back home; she missed her family so much! After a sometimes stressful, but mostly decent year at school, Sango welcomed the summer months as an opportunity to relax. She stood with her hands on her hips and surveyed the bags and boxes scattered on the floor. Why did she have so much stuff?

"Gee, sis. Sure you didn't forget anything?" her brother asked as he attempted to tiptoe through the sea of items to sit on the bed. Sango rolled her eyes with a smile at her little brother. He was still an underclassman in high school and wouldn't be able to understand the complications of bringing her things back and forth between home and school. He'd be in her position soon enough, though.

Her father echoed her thoughts, "Now, Kohaku, moving back home is all part of the college experience. Pretty soon we'll be carrying thousands upon thousands of bags into your room!" Sango caught the quip at her and rolled her eyes again. It wasn't her fault she'd accumulated a lot of things! "Look, are you two gonna make fun of me all day or help me put this stuff up?"

Her brother and father looked at one another and quickly fumbled through the clutter toward the door. Sango stood wide eyed as they tried to squeeze through at the same time and wound up crashing into one another, then to the floor. Sango hopped through her belongings and leaned on the door frame, looking at her family moaning in pain. She let out a loud laugh and joined them on the floor. "So, I'm guessing neither of you is helping me?" Both males moaned again, and they all erupted into laughter lying on the floor.

When they'd all quieted down Sango said, "Well the least you can do is order some pizza."

"Anything for you, kid," her father said as he stood up, "I'm glad my girl's back home." Kohaku chimed in, "Me too, sis."

Sango sorted through as much as she could before the pizza arrived. To her it looked like she made admirable progress, but when her brother walked by her room he said, "Wait, you unpacked?" She gave him a light punch in the arm and ruffled his hair as they walked downstairs to the kitchen together. The smell of pepperoni pizza had engulfed the whole house and it reminded Sango of Friday night movies with her brother and dad. It felt so good to be home.

The small family ate their simple meal and laughed and traded stories of things that happened since they were last together, and of silly situations from the past. They were reminiscing over the time Kohaku slipped on some wet grass during one of his baseball games when their father piped up, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot: I'm having someone come over to cut the grass tomorrow. I'd do it myself, but with summer starting, more people are coming into the store looking for things to spruce up their yards."

"Ok," Sango said. Kohaku had skipped school that day to pick his sister up, so he'd have to go back tomorrow. Her father's hardware, lawn, and gardening store was thriving despite the larger name brand stores that were beginning to pop up. She was proud of his hard work to keep it up for so many years. She remembered all the times she spent the day with him while he worked in that place. Guess I'll be alone for the day, she thought.

"So is there anything I need to do? Pay the guy, give him a glass of water?" she asked as she wiped her hands with a napkin.

"I'll leave the money here on the counter tomorrow. When I talked with him on the phone, he said he would be here between eight and one," her father answered. Sango cringed at the idea of having to be awake so early. Eight? She had spent the entire day packing and cleaning and looked forward to plopping onto her bed for the night.

Sango sighed and downed the rest of her pop before setting her plate in the sink. She bid her father and brother goodnight and went back to her room to further unpack her things. She checked the clock on her desk. Nearly nine. I bet I can have all this stuff put up in no time. When she finally had everything organized and cleaned, it was a little past midnight. Tired and hot from all the moving, Sango took her pants and bra off, slipped on a t-shirt, and finger combed her hair into a high bun. She flipped the light off and went to sleep immediately.

The roar of a lawn mower starting up right outside her window scared Sango awake. "What the fuuuck," she groaned into her pillow. She stared at the clock through hazy eyes. It was eight o'clock on the dot. Is this guy fucking kidding me? She rolled out of bed and stumbled with wobbly, still asleep legs downstairs. She literally had a hand on the doorknob until she happened to glance in the large mirror near the front door and acknowledged her appearance. "Shit," she cursed and huffed loudly.

She plodded back up the stairs to her room to put some pants and a bra on. She peeked out the window to see exactly who the asshole was that saw nothing wrong with firing up a lawn mower this early in the morning. She just missed him and saw only his back. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, and she thought she saw a gold earring glint in the early morning sun. Asshole.

Now clothed, Sango took her hair out of the bun that got messy during sleep and redid it quickly. She walked back downstairs, the loudness of the lawn mower only increasing the closer she got. She opened the front door and didn't see they guy immediately. She looked on either side of the yard and saw him moving the mower on the left, his back to her once again.

"Hey!" she yelled to the man. He didn't turn around, just kept pushing the obnoxiously loud machine. She stalked through the lawn, realizing she forgot to put shoes on when with every step, globs of loose grass stuck to her bare feet. She called out again and he still didn't turn around. She became increasingly more irritated and walked faster. She got close enough to him and patted him on the back, "Hey!" The guy jumped and turned around quickly.

Whoa…

She was met with the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen, in real life that is. His eyes were wild and alert, frightened from the unexpected touch. And they were beautiful eyes too, a deep, strange shade of blue that she'd never seen before. He looked to be no older than Sango herself, maybe a couple of years older. He had the slightest bit of stubble on his face, black hair that mixed with a thin sheen of sweat and stuck to his forehead, a beautiful glowing tan, and headphones stuck in his ears. No wonder he didn't hear her yelling.

She almost forgot that she was angry. Almost.

He just stood there looking at her, face changing from alarmed to interested. His eyes roamed her face, and then settled on her eyes. The guy blinked hard and plucked the headphones from his ears, "Yeah?"

"Why are you here so early?" Sango said with a shout.

"What?"

"Why are you h—"
"Hold on," he cut the engine of the mower and wiped his forehead with the bottom of his shirt, exposing his incredible abs. Sango snuck a peek shamelessly and raised her eyebrows. Is this guy for real?

He put his shirt back down, "Now what were you saying, miss?"

"I, uh," she stuttered goofily, "I was asking why you were here so early? You woke me up."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I knocked and rang the doorbell for a while and no one answered, so I just got to work," he answered, those strange blue eyes showing nothing but sincerity. Sango guessed she was in a really deep sleep because she didn't hear any knocking.

"At eight in the morning though? From what I was told you had a pretty wide time gap that you said you'd be here. Why would you come here at this ungodly hour?"

"I have a long list of customers that I need to get to today. I arrange houses by their distance from both the other customers and my job. Your house is the furthest away," he said matter-of-factly with a smile. Sango was annoyed by the minor smugness in his reply. It didn't help that he leaned on the silenced lawn mower as if he was waiting for their conversation to end. Her eyebrows furrowed and she rolled her eyes. He just kept leaning and looking gorgeous.

"Just keep it down, alright?" Sango ordered, folding her arms.

He looked down at the mower, puzzled, and then back at her, "I'll try."

Sango could feel the guy watching her as she walked because he never started the mower. She turned around to look at him when she got to the doorway and found him looking right back.

"You won't get paid standing there gawking," she shouted at him.

"Looking at a pretty girl is all the payment I need."

Sango could feel the blush rising in her cheeks. The guy smiled and popped his earphones back in, starting the mower. Once again, the morning was filled with the loudness of the machine.