Sorry it took so long!! We had a power outage and then my computer broke!! I don't own InuYasha and lalala you know. REVIEW!!

Sango sighed. This was actually starting to piss her off. All these men, these heithans! They were lusting after her like dogs after a piece of meat! It was ridiculous! Sure it was a curse but did the have to be so…gross? Catcalls and whistles rang in her ears, echoing the reminder of her plague.

Miroku himself was feeling his veins pop whenever they went out in public. Christ, even demons were gawking at her! She was his, God damn it! Where ever they fucking went! In villages or on the road, it was men. At camp, it was InuYasha, (much to Kagome's chagrin). In the forest, it was demons! If only he could get five minutes alone with her, he could maybe do something romantic! He had been thinking, and he figured something out. The curse stated that only her true love could break the spell, right? And that she would be the object of every man's lust? Well he had been intoxicated be her beauty long before this damn curse was placed. Did that make him her true love? Or just a pervert? He figured if it was the first, then he should be trying to romance her and confess said love.

"Hey baby! Why don't you ditch that monk and come with me?"

Someone whistled in the back round.

"Screw him baby…no wait, screw me!"

Sango growled under her breath. Damn men! They were such animals! She wasn't even that pretty! Hell she was ugly if anything! She was always caked in dirt and blood. And all those scars…

"Sango," Miroku asked softly, " Come on. Let's try and get outta here." He outstretched his hand to her, offering her a warm smile. "I think you're about as sick of this as I am."

Sango giggled nervously. Should she? What if he had somehow been retraining himself the whole time, and was waiting to get her alone? She bit her bottom lip. But she trusted Miroku…he could have self control. She was sure of it. And if he didn't…then the option to kick his ass always stood.

Sango gave her hand up to him, a small smile on her lips.

Miroku led her swiftly into the nearby woods, trying to keep her from eyes view.

"What if they follow us?" Sango asked.

Miroku stopped. He untied to bow on his purple kimono and let it fall to the ground. Sango blushed and took a step back.

"M-Miroku?! What are you doing?!"

Miroku lifted the cloak up to her, and placed it over her head. \

He chuckled, "This way no one can see you Sango. Don't worry. I'm not going to strip."

Blushing, she pulled the cloak over, so only her scowling eyes were peeking through. She stomped ahead to avert his mocking gaze. What was she supposed to think when he did that?! If she took of the green skirt of her kimono he would do the same thing!….Ok maybe he wouldn't, he would probably try to open her kimono. But still. Any normal person would have.

Sango stopped and brought the corner of the purple fabric to her nose. She inhaled it slowly, deeply. Her cheeks flushed a soft red as she rubbed the cloth between her fingers. Maybe that was why she loved Miroku so much. He was kind of perverted, but sweet in his own way. Like right now…it was so considerate of him to try and calm everything down. She smiled into his cloak. His smile, his laugh, his hair, his voice…and his eyes! Oh she could just get so lost in those beautiful eyes….

"Sango? Are you alright? You seem dazed…" Miroku asked, standing next to her.

Sango looked up at him, locking eyes with his. She quickly looked away, blushing maroon.

"N-no nothing!" She smiled and waved her hand in front of her face. "I'm just fine! Common let's go!" She hurried ahead of him, staring down at her feet in embarrassment.

Miroku shook his head, a smile plastered on his lips. She was so cute and…herself when they were alone. It was too bad she couldn't be like that when other people were around. She was always so sad and…lonely looking…and insecure. Why was it that when they were alone she could open up? Was it because she felt safe? Protected? Happy?

Loved?

Miroku followed after her. It was the same, for him. He for some reason was cold and fake around the others. He pretended to be a womanizing scum bag with the stealing and the flirting. (Ok, well he did love women, but he wasn't a pig). But with Sango…with Sango he felt like he could share anything, anything at all, and she would just…know. She would understand and care! He loved her, he loved being with her. Because she made him feel safe and secure. As he did for her. It was kind of like a balance, and he never wanted to tip the scale.

"This'll work right?" Sango asked, pointing at the small field before them. Cattails danced in the breeze around the grass, followed by weeds and flowers of various kinds. The sun had set, and the moon was shining brightly through the clouds. A chill wind blew through the clearing, ruffling their hair and clothes. Miroku's cloak flew off Sango's head, causing her to whip around to try and grab it. Miroku caught the cloth, and smiled down at her.

"I don't think you'll need this anymore. No one's going to get you out here."

Sango smiled up at him, her chocolate eyes shining. He really wasn't going to try anything. He was going to be the perfect gentleman! This was so awesome…

Sango sat down in a soft bed of green grass, patting the ground next to her. Miroku stared down at her, enjoying the moon's glow on her angelic like features. Her tanned skin was illuminated by the light, her lips looking dark red with the night. Her hair glistened, rippling over her shoulders like the silky water it resembled.

Miroku sat next to her, dazed by her beauty. She had never looked quite this lovely…he just wanted to….

Leaning in, Miroku captured her lips in a small, chaste kiss.

Sango froze.

Then paled.

She shoved him away, disgust clear on her face.

Miroku fell back onto the ground, keeping his weight on his hands. He looked at her in disbelief.

"Sango why…?"

Sango glared at him, hate bubbling up inside her. She stood up, brushing herself off.

"I can't believe you Miroku! You're…"

Miroku raised an eyebrow to her, "I'm what Sango?"

"You're just like all those other men!" She spat down at him. "I didn't think…I thought you m-might have been…the one to break the curse. The one that loved me for me…" She looked at him with tear filled eyes, her mouth swaying with on coming sobs. "But I was wrong. You're just another inconsiderate, self-centered, pervert, who only wants to…to screw me!" Tears ran down her cheeks, drizzling on her chin.

Miroku's eyes narrowed. His lips a sad frown.

"S-Sango….I-I never ment to hurt you…it was just a kiss…"

"Just a kiss?! My first kiss! It may not mean anything to you Miroku, but it means a hell of a lot to me! This is why you're an inconsiderate bastard! I can't believe I ever thought you could be him!"

She tore off into the night, crying all the way.

Miroku stared after her. Damn it! God he was just following his fucking heart! Wasn't that what you were supposed to do?!

He sighed.

Time to be the knight in shining armor.