Ok, this is my first Inuyasha story so go easy, ok? I have to thank my gal pal Taijioku Christina-chan for helping me with this since I'm relatively new to Inuyasha. I hope you all enjoy; this was inspired by watching too much "Will & Grace".

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Miroku & Sango: The Ecchi & the Furious

Written & Edited by: Yoshida Saori & Taijioku Christina

~:~ Prologue: Apartment Searching ~:~

                The day was quiet and rather dreary, the beeping of monitors the only sound in the small hospital room. The young girl sat by her unconscious brother's bed side, stroking his hair in a motherly gesture while her honey brown eyes shimmered with worry.

                "Sango-san?" The nurse walked in as she nodded mutely for her to come in, partially listening as the young woman rambled on about the injuries the fire had inflicted on him.

                "He's in a coma…there are some doctors in Tokyo that might have some technology to help his chances of recovering…"

                "Arrange for him to be moved to the Tokyo hospital then," Sango said, staring at the only family she had left, "I'll go arrange for a transfer into the nearest school there."

                That's how it had started.

                Huffing, Sango stalked away from the apartment she had just finished seeing, the owner's head filled with bumps and a few scratches from her faithful pet, Kirara. The place had been dirtier then a sewer and the man had obviously been deprived of being able to see a female in ages. Repressing a shudder, Sango walked down the sidewalk, searching for the last apartment she had to view before going back to her temporary home in the hotel for the night.

                Tokyo was full of more perverted men then Sango could remember ever seeing in her old home in Kyoto. Of course, she had lived in the mountains with her clan where children were brought up strictly so it shouldn't have been a surprise that the men here were a bit too ecchi. The recent fire had all but destroyed the whole clan, claiming most of her family in its aftermath.

                Her little brother Kohaku was in a coma, now resting in his endless sleep in Tokyo's finest hospital. They said he might recover with their expert care but Sango didn't want to get her hopes up too high just to have them crushed later on.

                Stopping in front of a large complex, she appraised her last stop thoughtfully. It was modest looking compared to the other dumps she saw for her limited amount of money but it looked like it might be out of her financial range.

                Stepping into the elevator, it brought her up to the 4th floor where she promptly started searching for apartment 4-M. Rounding the corner, she eyed the door in interest; the paint looked new instead of old and falling off like the other doors were. Pressing the doorbell, Sango crossed her fingers – trying not to disturb Kirara in the process -- and hoped that this would be the last place she'd need to look at.

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                The doorbell ringing snapped the black haired young man from his semi-conscious state, his eyes focusing from the screen of applicants for a roommate to the door. One more blasted applicant before he was done and had to make his choice.

                Had Miroku known finding a roommate to help pay bills would be so hard, he would have smacked Inuyasha and made him stay. Never in his 19 years of living had he thought it would be this exhausting to find one person to share his apartment with. Perhaps he should sell and go into a smaller one.

                Peering out the peep hole, he was greeted by the brown hair of a person's head; from the view he had now, the smaller apartment was looking to be his best option.

                Opening the door, the head slowly turned and Miroku's mind went blank; the roommate option was gaining foot.

                The girl before him was nothing short of breathtaking. Nice body and youthful looks; not to mention the nicest chest he'd ever seen.

                Apparently she had caught him staring – the hentai grin was a dead give away – and smacked him on the head. "I'm here to see the apartment."

                Miroku couldn't hide his growing grin; she was a fiery one on top of being drop dead gorgeous. "This would be the place then." Motioning for her to come in, he let his eyes trail down towards her rear and barely resisted doing his usual habit of copping a feel; he didn't want to scare this one away.

                Sango glanced around the rather nice place, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as she felt his eyes on her. Why do I always find all the hentai's?! "It looks a lot better then all the other places I've seen…how much would I have to pay?"

                "The necessities and things…nothing much," Miroku said casually, looping an arm around her shoulders and giving her the grand tour. Her eyebrow ticked but she didn't try to break his arm, assuring herself that he was just being very friendly.

                The hand moved down her arm and towards her chest.

                Now he was getting TOO friendly.

                The hard slap resonated through the hallway, her hand leaving a bright red hand print on his cheek. Annoyingly enough, he seemed to only smile at her scrunched up face, rubbing the stinging flesh absently. "You're a fiery one, aren't you?"

                Despite Sango's best efforts, that annoying blush crept its way up her face. This man was infuriating and she had only known him for a minute or two at the least. "Thank you for the tour but I must be going…"

                "May I at least know your name?" Miroku prompted, reminding himself to track her down if she didn't want to become his roommate. She was definitely a girl he wanted to know, if only for the challenge.

                "Taijiya Sango," she said curtly, still obviously annoyed at his attempt to cop a feel, "And yours would be…?"

                "Houshi Miroku." He gave her one of his heart melting smiles, watching in concealed amusement as the heat rose to her cheeks again.

                "Well it was nice meeting you, Houshi-sama; good day."

                Polite pretty and beautiful; Miroku sighed as he shut the door and stretched. He could almost thank Inuyasha for moving out and giving him this grand opportunity…now if only she took up his offer he'd be a happy man.

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                Tying her robe closed, Sango stepped from the bathroom and proceeded to dry her hair, going over all the options of apartments. None of them except one seemed decent enough but then she'd have to be roommates with an ecchi.

                Share an apartment with one ecchi or live in buildings full of hentai's. Sango let out a frustrated sigh; the choice to pick was obvious but she hated the idea of having someone trying to feel her up all day. It's not like I couldn't handle him though… "What do you think Kirara?"

                The cream colored cat purred against her leg, big bright red eyes looking up at her as it hit the paper with its paw. Sango mused whether Kirara knew she was hitting Miroku's roommate ad or not. "So you think that one to?" Kirara hopped into her lap and purred in response. Stroking her coat gently, Sango smiled and said, "You'll help me keep him in line if he doesn't watch his hands, ne?"

                Kirara simply let out a half hiss and Sango could have sworn she bared fangs in a cat like smile.

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So how was it? This is only a prologue…should I continue or not? Read and review, onegai! Some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism or opinions appreciated. Please keep in mind I don't know much of Inuyasha yet and get my information from other stories so I might get little details wrong…