I don't own Inuyasha.

The Meeting

Sango sat there transfixed by the deep blue eyes that had haunted her thoughts and dreams the entire day and night. A look of questioning entered those eyes that she had been staring at. Quickly she was pulled down to earth by Kagome snapping her fingers in front of her face.

"What? Oh! Umm hi I'm Sango."

"Yeah I'm Miroku nice to meet you." Miroku stretched his hand out to shake hers as Sango outstretched her hand as well and as soon as it touched Miroku's, Sango could feel something shoot through her veins. Suddenly she felt something touch her back and as it sank lower Sango raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

The sound echoed throughout the park as all of their friends turned to look at them.

"Umm Sango why'd you just slap Miroku?" Kagome asked.

"I must apologize. You see my right hand is cursed and when it get's near to a beautiful woman it cops a feel." All the girls just muttered "pervert" in response to his weak excuse.

Soon the day was over as Kikyo and Sango kept carefully out of the pervert's hands. Rin and Kagome wouldn't have reason to worry they had Inuyasha and Sesshomaru both of which would possibly murder Miroku if he so much touched either of the girls. That or torture him by cutting off his limbs…all of them.

By nightfall everyone had reached their homes laughing and were getting ready for sleep to overtake them. Sango lay in her bed, soon dreams and sleep took her for their own for the rest of the night.

The nightmares had came like every night but oddly enough her protector came once more only this time there were two slits in his black robes. Slowly as the night progressed feathers began to appear from the slits and grew to small wings. These wings were a lighter shade of blue than the man's eyes and soon grew larger and larger until they could carry the man in flight.

Flapping his wings the man took to the air and hovered to parry and stab the foes that Sango's mind had conjured. When he reached an extreme height his brow furrowed and with that sight furrow the golden staff had turned to a bow and a quiver of arrows which were bound to his back.

The morning's rays had reached Sango's room once more and daylight was once again her domain. Eyes fluttering open to reveal sleep blurred eyes sought the room for the savior from her dream. Finally with a sharp jolt she fully woke and realized that the man from her dream would only be that. A dream. An almost wistful sigh escaped her lips. NO she was not about to wish a dream, a figment of her imagination would be real.

With an offhand glance at her alarm clock she shot up. It was already 7! She was going to late. Quickly Sango changed into her school uniform as she rushed out of the apartment a banana held in her right and her bag held in her left.

Only a minute left to spare Sango slid into her seat before the bell rang beginning the first hour of the school day. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she slipped the bag onto the empty seat beside her.

Kagome who sat in front of Sango with Inuyasha to her right leaned back to chat with Sango who usually was ten minutes early. Sango just muttered.

"I'll explain later."

Kagome's face fell but nodded nonetheless and turned towards the teacher attempting to pay attention.

The door slammed open as there stood Miroku panting a piece of white paper clutched tightly in his hand.

"Sorry couldn't find the classroom." a charming smile gracing his lips. With that smile half the girls swooned while Sango just rolled her eyes at the womanizing jerk.

"Right but Miroku you're still late and on your first day too. I guess I'll let you off the hook for now but next time you're late. Detention. You can take the seat next to Sango. Sango? Please raise your hand to show Miroku where you are." The teacher said. With a look of dread Sango unwillingly raised her hand. Miroku gave another bright smile and strode forward towards his new seat for the rest of the year. The seat next to Sango's.

Inwardly Sango cursed at her luck to be stuck next to the pervert. Smirking Miroku turned towards the front of the room a knowing smile replacing the smirk. Sango promised to herself that she would watch his wandering hand.

By lunchtime Sango was worn out with trying to keep Miroku from her for by some crazy way of manipulation he had managed to get in all of her classes and also in a nearby seat.

"The Devil's Advocate will be his name from here on out." As she went back to banging her head on the table while Inuyasha and Kagome went on watching. Overhearing this Miroku just thought with a small almost pained smile hmm, how ironic.

"Sango you really should stop doing that or you'll bruise your lovely forehead."

"OH NO! You're back stop stalking me you pervert!"

"Sango don't say that I'm only here for your well being." A glare, knife sharp was shot at him and with that glare he immediately cowered as anyone would under that assault.

Darkly she muttered and dragged herself throughout the rest of her classes. Finally it was the last class of the day, gym also her favorite class. Her countenance slowly brightened as they began the class. They were going to be running a mile today and she immediately took the lead with a strong and steady gait.

Sliding into the finish line Sango turned towards the gym teacher her stopwatch held in a hand.

"Nice job Sango 5:00 minutes right on the dot this time." Grinning Sango continued to jog around the track albeit at a slower rate and as she did that allowed her mind to sift through all her problems from Miroku to her dreams.

PHWEET! The sound of the teacher's whistle brought her back to the present as she realized that it was the end of the day and all were getting ready to go home with the large load of homework that all the teachers had dumped on them. Luckily Sango, one of the smarter students at school had already finished half of the load at school while the teachers were explaining pointless questions.

Miroku continued getting slapped by Sango as the days began to pass and with it came the nightmares but they were slowly beginning to fade the more the man with the blue eyes fought them. Almost as if the dreams were weakening and disappearing one by one, but that was impossible dreams were just that, dreams they can't weaken. Can they?

These thoughts troubled Sango throughout the week along with the fact that Miroku seemed to slow down as well. Dark circles and bags surrounded his eyes, his skin was pale, and he seemed to be fading just a bit at the edges. Yet he was cheerful as ever and always copping a feel but he continued on his countenance seemingly slower.

While Sango thought and pondered Miroku had been having his own troubles. Every night when he was supposedly at home sleeping like everyone else he had been changing into his true form and transporting himself into Sango's dreams. This form was the form of a true guardian angel.