AN: Hey guys, this is my new Inuyasha fic! I know I haven't finished my other one, but I hardly get that many reviews on it, and I came up with this one last night while watching Lady & the Tramp. I thought, wow, Miroku and Sango! So, here it is: my Inuyasha version of Lady and the Tramp. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha nor Lady and the Tramp. This is just a weird story.

Full Summary: Sango was raised in a high-class part of town. Everyone loved her, even the men. But one man caught her eye, and he's not exactly proper.

Chapter: The Lady and the Tramp

Sango sat in front of her vanity, brushing her soft brown hair as she hummed a soft tune to herself. It was the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and she was going expecting something from her parents. They were always gone on her birthday, so they had a nice dinner with her the day before. Gifts were given, cake was eaten, and it felt like it was her birthday.

If she was born a day earlier, she might enjoy it more.

Placing her brush down, she stared at her reflection. Her brown eyes glistened at her, and a small smile played on her small rosy lips. "Up or down?" She asked herself, tilting her head as she imaged what she would do to her hair.

Nodding, she decided to go up. It was a warm day, and having it up would make it easier for her to handle. She brushed her hair one more time before twisting her hair and put a hair clip on.

She had to admit, she looked pretty. Although she would never admit it out loud. She wasn't the kind of girl to admit to other people she was pretty. Rather, she preferred to have them tell her. It made her feel special.

And she would always hear it. Men around her home would stop by in the afternoon to talk with her, and they would always compliment her on how she looked. It was always the same, too. "You look beautiful today, Sango," "my, don't you look lovely!" "How can you look so amazing every day?" "Don't you ever tier of hearing compliments?"

Sometimes she would say no, but mostly she wanted to say yes. It got to the point where she already knew they only said nice things to her because they wanted her. Of course she never said, or did, anything to give them the idea that she would ever date one of them, it was just the point that they kept trying.

They must really like her.

She sighed, turning her head to make sure her hair was neat and clean. She didn't want to go out of her room looking still like she woke up. With another grin, she stood and joined her parents for breakfast.

XOXOX

The morning air was crisp and cool, like an ice cold slap in the face. Miroku awoke, looking through the window of his car. He had slept in his car again, knowing his home was being taken over by his "street-buddies."

Not that he didn't like them; of course not.

It was just sometimes it was too loud to get any sleep. And he needed his sleep. He had work to do in the mornings. Groaning, he stretched as far as he could. Which wasn't far, just until his hands hit the window. With a yawn, he pushed the blanket off of him and threw it into the backseat.

"Another day," he muttered, glanced at his watch. "Another pointless five hours of work."

It was hard, going to work at a job he didn't like. He had heard other people were the same way, but he never believed it. If they didn't like their jobs, why didn't they quit? He wished he could do that. But he needed the money. It was the only thing keeping him alive at this point.

He sighed, leaning his head against the seat, taking a few seconds of rest before he had to go into his disastrous home and take a shower. Running a hand through his long black hair, he sighed once more. "Here I go," he whispered as he pushed himself out of his car, and forced his tired legs to walk up the stairs to his apartment.

XOXOX

Her parents were waiting for her at the dining table, their hands placed neatly in front of them. The expressions on their faces were grim, and somewhat disturbing. But she let the thought pass her mind as she smiled at them and took her seat at the end of the long table.

"Good morning Father," she said, placing her napkin on her lap. "Good morning Mother."

"Good morning Sango," her mother replied. Her father only gave her a small nod and a quick flash of a smile.

"How are you fairing?" She asked, saying a quick 'thank you' to the maid her brought her breakfast.

"All right," her mother replied, exchanging a glance with her husband.

"What time are you leaving?" Sango asked, taking a sip of her oatmeal from her spoon.

"Around seven tonight," her father replied. "So I'm afraid we won't be able to take you out on the town for your birthday."

"That's all right," Sango said. She was lying, she really enjoyed that part of her birthday. It was one of the only chances she actually went out with her parents. "I was going to ask Kagome and Inuyasha to come anyways."

"As long as we aren't disappointing you, darling," her mother said, taking her spoon and taking a bite of her breakfast.

"You aren't."

"With that said," her father began. "We will be coming home a day early this year."

"Oh?" Sango asked, trying to hide her excitement.

"Yes, it seems Fujimo is leaving with his family for a while," her father told her. "He will be packing on Tuesday."

"So you'll be back by then?" Sango asked.

"Yes," her mother replied.

Sango hid her grin. Fujimo was a great friend of her parents', and they would always go one time a year to visit him. Of course, it was during Sango's birthday, but she never bothered it too much. It was their one time to visit their friend, why would she ruin that? Not to mention they would be coming home early this year, so maybe they will do something else for her when they return.

"So what are your plans for the day, Sango?"

She looked up, slightly shocked that her parents didn't know it was their day with her. "I don't know for certain. I was wondering what you had in mind?"

"Well, we'll begin our packing late this afternoon, so we won't be able to spend that much time with you today."

"Oh, well, then I might just visit Kagome and Inuyasha."

"Very well then," her father said, opening his newspaper to begin reading his daily column.

XOXOX

Miroku swept the back of his hand against his sweating forehead, taking a quick breath to regain himself. The shop was packed today, everyone wanted to buy things during the Sunday sale. His co-workers were sweating as much as he was, but they had a smile on their faces. It was like looking at a giant greeting card.

He shivered at the thought, and went into the back of the store to re-stock some more bed sheets. Things were selling like crazy, and he tried to keep up the pace as not to get fired. He was already on his boss's top hit list, and he didn't want to be one that was crossed off.

The backroom was empty. There were only giant rows of extra supplies. Boxes upon boxes upon boxes were stacked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Miroku yelled. "Is someone in here?"

"Over here," came a rasp whisper.

Miroku frowned, walked down one of the rows, and hearing the loud breathing. And there he sat. Koga sat in the corner, a small lit cigarette in his shaking finger. Miroku took a quick glance to the front door, making sure his boss wasn't nearby.

"What are you doing?" Miroku snapped in a harsh whisper. "If the boss finds out, he'll…"

"Fire me?" Koga finished. "Heck, I don't care. Let him fire me. I'll be rid of this lame job, and finally be able to move away from this damned city."

"Why are you talking like this?" Miroku asked, taking the cigarette out of his friend's hand and putting it out with the back of his heel.

"She dumped me, man," Koga said, his giant eyes dropping down to the floor. "Ayame left me."

"Well, I can't blame her," Miroku said. "If I was her, and I saw you like this, I'd dump you, too."

"No, not that," Koga said. "She said she found out about the other girls. Said I was a lying cheating bastard and that I didn't deserve her."

"Well, she's right, you know."

"Heck, I know."

Miroku laughed lightly, "Come on, man. Don't give up. Show up at her door tonight, tell her you've always loved her and never the other girls. Give her flowers, give her chocolates. I bet you anything she'll welcome you back."

"You think?"

"I know. Now, let's get out of here before the boss finds us slacking."