Sango slid the black dress over her head and looked herself over in the mirror. Grabbing her brush, she made quick with her black tresses and threw it up into a pony-tail. This gloomy morning was one she was not looking forward to. She sighed for the umpteenth time and reached for her keys on her stand. She closed the front door after wrapping the umbrella cord around her wrist and shuffled into the driver's side.

When she arrived at the cemetery, few people were there. She greeted the pastor as best she could without crying once more and stood next to one of her mother's Aunts. For the most part, she kept her eyes on the closed, glossy black casket and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Every minute or so that passed, she would choke back a sob that would threaten to overthrow her whole self in a fit of tears.

Soon, Kohaku's casket was lowered slowly into the earth and Sango was first to drop her roses down; first the red then the white. When she could no longer take it anymore, she moved to leave. Raising her head up to the mushy green hill, she saw him. He was clad in a suit; tie not a bow.

Sango was surprised at his appearance there off all places. One of his brother's must have told him and he would of course rush down to console her like he was some sort of knight. If that was his reasoning, she didn't need him. He had already left her once and she wasn't so sure she was ready to fall for the same trap twice.

Bankotsu noticed her staring into the space around her and managed to reach her before she had come to senses. "It seems as though the rain has let up, huh?"

She glared at him the best she could; mustering up all her strength to punch him in the face but, all she could provide was a sharp shove to the chest and a frustrated grunt. "Why are you here?" She hissed at him.

He shrugged his shoulders at her as if the answer was obvious, "Paying my respects".

Sango shoved him back once more for good measure before shouting, "So you pay your respects by fucking his sister and leaving her to deal with his death all by herself. I see where your priorities lay. Well, goodbye!"

She went to storm off but, was caught by his hand gripping her wrist forcefully. "You're making a scene at your own brother's funeral," he stated bluntly while pulling her to his body, "how do you think he would feel about that?" Sango resisted his touch as if it was acid, thrashing around in his hold, trying to get lose.

"Let me go," she whispered with much venom. She was no longer staring at the ground or the trees but, directly in his eyes. He raised his eyebrows at her, impressed with her composure at the moment before encircling his arms around her torso.

"No."

Bankotsu could see the fire in her eyes and knew that eventually she would have to give up or give in and he was willing to wait for either one but, waiting wasn't exactly what he was best at. He instead took that moment to press his lips against hers in a chaste kiss. Sango pulled back wanting to be appalled by this action but, wasn't able to and he could sense it. Rather than retreating, Bankotsu proceeded in his endeavors by placing another kiss to her cheek and then another to her neck right below the earlobe.

"Stop," Sango pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why? You want it, I can feel it."

"Because you left me, that's why!" She burst out, no longer caring if she was making a scene. She was not only upset but, she was also disappointed in him for leaving her and then believing that he could just show up and start back where they left off. "You weren't even at school. Or the hospital. Or… or anywhere. Just gone; disappeared."

"You're right," he admitted, "but only because I didn't know what to do." Sango scoffed at his typical teenage boy response. "But, now I know what I want to do and I want to fix my mistake, if you'll let me."

Sango was the one to not know what to do now. She didn't want to say anything for fear she would say something stupid so she just nodded her head. Bankotsu smiled and pressed his lips to hers again, savoring the warmth of her locked into him.