Published: Oct.2/11

Authors note: So, this is kind of more plot development, and character development.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from InuYasha. Rumiko Takehashi does.

"Oy, Miroku, wake up" InuYasha said, nudging his sleeping friend with his foot. "Your break's over. Get back on the floor before Koga comes around. He's bitchy today. I think it's that hot-headed girlfriend of his."

Miroku groaned and raised his head from the table he had been resting it on. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and cursed under his breath. Not only was his break over, but he'd slept an extra five minutes. He scrambled up and straightened his uniform.

"Shit, why didn't you wake me up earlier?"

"What am I, your mother?" InuYasha scowled, his golden eyes narrowing. "Besides," he paused, "I did try. You said 'I'm tired babe, let me sleep five more minutes.' I has to leave for a few minutes to resist kicking you."

Miroku cringed. His eyes met those of his friend and co-worker. They held the answer he needed. This would not be mentioned again

InuYasha, like Miroku, had a slighter, yet muscular build. Slighter meaning they didn't look as if they worked out non-stop. InuYasha on one hand had long silver hair, while Miroku had kohl black. Though many people may have usually argued the face that silver hair was not natural, the presence of two silver-furred dog ears on the top of InuYasha's, signalling his half-demon status, silenced them.

There was a time when he would have been discriminated against and ostracized. Lets face it, many people still did, but after the Demon Half-Demon Peace Treaty had been signed, a majority of people had come to accept demons and their relatives as an important part of society. You see them practically everywhere now, and they no longer hide their demon attributes.

With one last glance at his watch Miroku pushed through the door from the kitchen to the dining room. He walked to his section, pulled out his notepad and began to take flirted all night, he smiled, he made great tips. With all of the women at this job, the time flew. What could he say, the ladies loved him.

He was in the middle of convincing a buxom brunette that she should free up some time the next Saturday, when InuYasha paused next to him and nudged him. He looked up, slightly miffed that he'd been interrupted.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows at the hanyou.

"Girlfriend at ten o'clock."

Miroku glanced over in the indicated direction and saw Sango sitting in a booth. She was reading that terribly cheesy looking novel again, a look of concentration on her face. He smiled and turned back to his co-worker who had taken over serving the brunette and her two friends.

"You know she's not my girlfriend." InuYasha gave him a strange look. "What?"

"Why isn't she?" InuYasha sounded amused.

"I've known her forever. You know that too."

"All the more reason you should date her. I mean, you two know everything about each other. She know just how to handle that problem of yours. She's not hard on the eyes either. If I were you, I'd scoop her up before someone else took her away from me."

Miroku blinked, surprised by the turn this conversation had thought about what InuYasha was saying. Sango leave? Never.

"You're crazy, man. Sango won't let anything get in the way of our friendship. She'll always be there."

At the booth, Sango looked up as if she'd heard her name, and she smiled at them, which assured Miroku even more. He was right. He waved and walked over to her.

"Hey Sango! What are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up. You are off at eleven, right?"

"Is it that time already?" He checked his watch. It was.

Sangos eyes rolled skyward.

"Too busy flirting to notice?" She questioned. 'The tone' was in her voice.

'The tone' is what indicated when Sango was annoyed with him, but not quite equally amused. It usually meant that she was in less than a stellar mood.

"Oh, Sango," he reached out and brushed his fingers gently over her soft cheek, and had the amusement of watching her blush, "how could you think that? I've been diligently working for hours, for my hard-earned money."

Her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed slightly. No, this was definately not a good mood. This would not be the right tie to joke with her. He dropped his hands to his side.

"It's been pretty busy all night, really." He explained. He left out the fact that he had indeed been enjoying the company of the fairer sex. He saw her eyes flicker over to the brunette.

"Yes, I see that."

"Anyways," Miroku reached, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the booth. He saw the shock in her eyes and smirked, pulling her towards the door.

"Where are we going? Let go Miroku!"

He ignored the quiet protests and continued on his path out of the building. She continued to protest, and he continued to ignore until he reached the corner.

"Wait here," he released her hand and headed back inside. He held one index finger over his head when he heard her call his name. He had to change out of his uniform, and his street clothes were back in the break room. He could have just told Sango this, but it was so entertaining to make her wonder.

He took his time getting changed, realizing for the first time that his body was sore and tense. This whole working on his car, followed by hours of working at the restaurant was taking it's toll on him. He stretched out his arms before bundling his uniform up under his arm and walked out.

"Miroku."

He turned. InuYasha walked out, and held out his hand, palm up. On it lay a curled up piece of paper. Miroku took it.

"That girl you were schmoozing told me to give it to you. I'm assuming it's her number with some variation of 'call me'."

"Thanks," Miroku grinned. InuYasha's eyes rolled.

"I'm not your delivery boy, but your welcome, I guess."

Miroku pocketed the note and nodded a goodbye before walking out the door and up to the waiting Sango.

"You were going to change? Why didn't you just tell me that?"

"Sango, if you yell at your prospective boyfriend, that could break any prospective relationship." Her eyes widened in confusion.

"You were giving me a lesson this whole time?" Mioku nodded and smiled sweetly. Sngo's eyes narrowed and he chuckled. "You're lying" she exclaimed, "You were just messing with me!"

Miroku burst out into full laughter, and with agility he stepped back to avoid his friends fist as it struck out at his stomach. He dodged five successive blows as well.

"Wow Sango, you have terrible aim," he teased just in time to receive a shot to the ribs. "Oof! Oww!"

Sango grinned victoriously.

"It's what you deserve, jerk."

"How very un-ladylike Sango," he pouted, "I was about to offer to walk you home and continue with your lessons, but now I think I'll just leave."

Sango hooked her arm through his.

"You know you want to walk me, Nothing could keep you from such a thrill."

"Maybe if you ask nice." Sango pinched his side. "Oww, okay Okay, I'll stop if you cut it out with the abuse!"

Her giggle moved through his ears as she hugged his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Her hair tickled his cheek. It smelled sweet. Like some flower or fruit. He smiled. He scent was the same as she'd had when he'd met her.

"You haven't changed much since we met, Sango." His voice was whisper soft, so she had to strain her ears, even though she was in such close proximity.

"What?" she inquired.

"I said you've barely change since I've known you" he responded a little louder. Her forehead creased. "It's not a bad thing," he assured, "don't worry."

She shrugged as they walked up the steps to her aunts house.

"This seems like a good time to tell you that I got a job."

"Reall? That's great Sango!" He grinned. "Where?"

"Like I'm going to tell you." That surprised him.

"Why not?" Sango gave him 'the look' toned down a few levels of irritation.

"For starters, I don't want you harassing me while I'm on shift."

"My love, I would never-" he interjected. Even in the poor light tossed from the street lamps, he saw her fists clench. "Sorrym" he raised his hands in surrender, "do go on."

"Second," he moved her bangs out of her face in agitation, letting his arm go, "I'd rather you not hit on my co-workers while I was on shift, and you would. You wouldn't be able to hold yourself back."

It was true. They both knew it.

"Fair enough, but if I find out on my own, I can visit as often as I want."

"Deal."

Just then the door to the house opened and Sango's cousin Kagome peeked her head out.

"Oh, Sango," her voice was chipper and friendly, "I was wondering where you were."

Miroku took in the casual tank top and short skirt of the very pretty, raven haired young woman appreciatively.

"Kagome, so nice to see you again!" He offered one of his most charming grins. She met his grin with a friendly but wary smile. She had been on the receiving end of Miroku's attentions before. It had not ended wel for him.

"Hello Miroku. Anyways, I'm going back inside. Have a good night." She closed the door.

"Ah, she's still acting so awkward when she sees me." He chuckled.

"I don't understand why." Sango turned so her back was facing the door. "I guess that means no lesson today."

"I guess so."

Sango shrugged. "Goodnight Miroku."

"Night Sango."

She turned to go inside.

"Sango." She paused in the motion of opening the door and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Yes?"

"If I told you you had a great body, would you hold it against me?"

Her foot found its mark just before the door banged shut. Miroku winced, rubbing his shin and chuckling before he turned to leave.

Authors end note: That Miroku... anyways I hope you liked it. Please review :)