AN/ Hello, all! So, I plan on working constantly on this chapter to get it out as soon as possible. Plus, I'm hoping to finish the story before school starts, cause, yeah, then I'll have practically no time to update, and then you all will begin to hate me, and I really don't want that to happen… That was a big sentence… Alright, on to the story! By the way, the song is 'Should've Said No', by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!

The Trouble with Eggs

Chapter 9: Should've Said No

Yawning loudly, Sango rubbed her tired eyes in an attempt to wake herself up. As she walked into the garage, she hoisted herself up onto the workbench, and demanded, "Tell me that there's coffee hiding somewhere in this room…"

Inuyasha glanced over his shoulder as he leaned over the engine, and raised an eyebrow in at her. "Rough night?"

Groaning in annoyance, Sango covered her face with her hand, and muttered, "It was hell… I was worried about stupid Miroku all night, so I kept getting distracted. Don't know how many times I spilled beer on myself."

Turning back to face his true love, Inuyasha asked, "What were ya worried about?"

"He went to a party last night, and said he'd drop by the bar last night, if it wasn't too late; he never showed. Guess I'm just being paranoid…" She replied sleepily, and yawned again.

As if on command, Miroku traipsed into the garage with a cup of steaming Starbucks in hand. With a smile, he handed it over to Sango, and pecked her on the cheek. "Good morning, Sango."

Sango gratefully sipped the caffeinated liquid, and returned the grin, though with slightly less enthusiasm. "Hey. How come you never showed last night?"

Mirokus' grin faltered for a fraction of a second, but he quickly brought it back. "Sorry about that. I got completely trashed last night; you wouldn't believe the hang-over I've got. I should've called…" He trailed off at the end, guilt once more worming its' way into his brain.

He should tell her.

"Don't worry about it. It's not that big of a deal." Sango replied chipperly, now that she had caffeine in her system. Of course, it was a lie, but Miroku didn't need to know that. He'd be hurt, if he thought she didn't trust him.

Inuyasha snorted indignantly from his place by his car, and Sango instantly shot him a glare. Miroku raised an eyebrow at the pair, but decided it would probably be better if he didn't question them.

"So, it's your day to watch Kyo…" Sango said as she dug through her backpack, searching for the elusive egg.

Mirokus' eyes widened in horror as he watched, and he demanded incredulously, "You put him in your backpack?"

Looking up from her search, Sango blinked innocently, and withdrew a small, cardboard box with a picture of a shot glass on it. "Of course not. You think I'm stupid?" She replied as she placed the box in the center of her palm; it fit almost perfectly. Miroku raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he plucked the object from her hand, and carefully opened it.

There, wrapped in layers of bubble wrap, lay Kyo. An unbroken Kyo, at that. A look of relief washed over Mirokus' features, and he said, "You're a genius. Now we don't have to worry about breaking him!"

Sango shrugged nonchalantly with a smug grin on her features as Miroku set Kyo on the workbench beside her. "I know. I'm amazing. It's a simple fact of life; you should accept it, and move on."

Once more, Inuyasha let out an undignified snort. Narrowing her eyes dangerously, Sango took a pencil from her backpack, and chucked it at Inuyashas' head.

He cried out in alarm, and turned around with a glare of his own. "That hurt, Sango! What the hell was that for?!" Sango simply rolled her eyes, and turned to face Miroku; he looked upset.

"Is something wrong, Miroku?" She asked quietly. Miroku quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice, and stared back at her. He should tell her, but...

It would break her heart.

Miroku shook his head, and mumbled, "I've gotta go meet up with Kagome; she took my English notes the other day. I'll see you in class, alright?" He quickly pressed a kiss to her lips, savoring the feeling, and hastily walked out of the garage.

"Bye, Miroku..." She called after him, though he was long gone. Sango cocked her head to the side, and questioned to herself, "Did I do something wrong?"

Inuyasha glanced back at her again, his eyes soft. "Don't worry about it, Sango. He's probably just bitchy, cause of the hang-over. He'll be back to his normal, overly-cheerful, self by tomorrow." He replied to her rhetorical inquary, trying to soothe her mind.

Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Sango didn't think Inuyasha was entirely right. Something was up with him... God, she hoped she didn't do something wrong...

...With Miroku...

"God damn it!" Miroku shouted angerly as his fist collided with his locker. This was killing him. His arm swung down limply by his side, and he tried taking a deep, calming breath; it didn't work. Swinging his body around, Miroku let his shoulders sag and his back lean heavily against the rows of lockers behind him.

This feeling sucked.

He didn't want to hurt Sango, so he shouldn't tell her about Ayame. After all, how would she even find out? Technically, he'd already hurt her, though... She just didn't know.

Sango would hate him, when she found out, and that was the last thing he wanted. Telling her would mean that she would end it. But he knew he wouldn't be able to handle that. He wasn't ready to let Sango go, and a drunken mistake shouldn't end what they had.

Great, just one problem. How to convince Sango of that...

He was so screwed.

Despair slowly crept over him, and he let himself slide down the lockers to land on the floor. His eyelids slid over in a vain attempt to make the rest of the world disappear. Sometimes it actually worked for him; this wasn't one of those times.

"Miroku?"

Fuck. That was absolutely the last voice he wanted to hear.

"What do you want Ayame?" He murmured in a defeated voice. Peaking an eye open, he saw her sit down next to him with a nervous smile on her face.

"You weren't there when I woke up." Ayame replied, inching closer to him. Her hand wormed its' way onto his upper thigh, and he quickly flung her hand away.

"I didn't know what the hell I was doing last night, Ayame. I was drunk, if you remember correctly. It was a mistake." Miroku said steadily. He'd been through this routine so many times, but this time it was killing him. There was another factor this time; Sango.

"A mistake?" She questioned quietly, almost disbelieving, but her voice, and anger, quickly rose, "Miroku, that was the best night I ever had, and you're calling it a mistake? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Ayame hastily stood up, nearly stumbling over her own feet in the process, and Miroku merely glanced up at her. "Nothing's wrong with me. It didn't mean anything, alright? Don't act so surprised, Ayame." He slowly climbed to his feet, and turned to face her with a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe you! You're such a jerk, Miroku!" Ayame shouted heatedly, and looked away from his face. As she glanced over his shoulder, a smirk slowly crept its way onto her lips. "Guess what, Miroku? You just got caught."

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing

The smiles, the flowers, everything...is gone.

Mirokus' brows furrowed together in confusion as he watched Ayame stalk away, and then turned around to see what the hell she had been talking about. And there was Sango, holding Kyos' box, with the most heart-breaking expression he'd ever seen.

"Sango..." He whispered, and hastily made his way over to her. When he reached out to stroke her cheek, she instantly recoiled, and shook her head in denial.

Yesterday I found out about you

Even now just lookin' at you...feels wrong.

"Don't touch me." She demanded softly, still shaking her head. With trembling hands, she wiped away the tears that were threatening to spill.

Miroku looked away, not being able to bear it. "I'm so sorry, Sango... I-I didn't know-" He was instantly cut off as her open palm connected with his cheek.

You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance

It was a moment of weakness when you said yes...

"Don't make excuses!" Sango shouted, pushed Kyo into his hands, and stalked off down the hall. Miroku jogged after her, capturing her wrist, but she instantly yanked it back. "Just get away from me, Miroku!"

This time, she full out ran away from him, and he didn't try to follow. He'd screwed up, big time. No amount of appoligizing was going to fix this, either...

You should've said no, you should've gone home

You shoudl've thought twice before you let it all go

The tears just wouldn't stop coming. They kept on flowing down her cheeks, and they just wouldn't stop. It was almost maddening. And he had tried to make excuses! Like she was just some push-over, who'd cave at the slightest smile! How dare he?

You should've known that word, 'bout what you did with her

Would get back to me...

When she arrived in the garage, she dove into Inuyashas' car, and slammed the door shut. It took her friend a moment to realize she was practically having a breakdown, but when he did, he stalked out of the room to find Miroku.

A sob tore from her throat as she watched Inuyasha go out of the garage. She knew he was off to punch Miroku, without knowing what the pretty-boy had done, and it helped. But not much. How could Miroku do that to her? Didn't he say he'd be there to care about her?

And I should've there, in the back of your mind

I shouldn't be askin' myself why

He'd tried to apologize, and she refused to let him...because she knew she would've caved. He always had that power over her; she felt like she was never herself around him. Miroku had always been the one in control. But now...she was alone again...

You shouldn't be beggin' for forgiveness at my feet...

You should've said no, baby, and you might still have me

Miroku suddenly burst into the garage, and locked the door behind him. Panting heavily, he spotted Sango in the car, and made his way over to her. Sango sat frozen in her spot, and quickly wiped away her tears; he couldn't see her like this. Why wouldn't he just leave her alone?

When he slid into the drivers' seat beside her, he didn't even look at her. "You shouldn't cry over me, Sango. I'm a complete moron, and I'm not worth it." He murmured quietly, and Sango gulped back another sob. A loud banging on the door made them both jump, but it didn't distract them from the other; Inuyasha would have to wait.

You can see that I've been cryin'

And, baby, you know all the right things...to say

"I do care about you, you know. I-I guess I didn't show it all that well, but... I'm so sorry, Sango..." Miroku said softly, leaning his head on the steering wheel. It was eating him up, seeing her like this; she shouldn't cry over him, because he honestly didn't think he was worth it.

But do you honestly expect me to believe

We could ever be the same...

Sango sniffled loudly, and once more, furiously wiped away the forming tears. Why was he still here? She was trying so hard to ignore him, but it wasn't really working... He just sounded so damn convincing.

"I wouldn't want you to just forgive and forget... Well, the forgive part I want to happen, but I wouldn't want you to forget. It's not one of those things that just goes away... Just...give me a chance, Sango." He was pleading now; practically begging. He couldn't remember the last time he begged anyone...

You say that the past is the past, you need one chance

It was a moment of weakness and you said yes

He started to make excuses. After all, it was pretty much all he had left. "I got drunk; it was stupid and reckless. Hell, I've even made an oath to never to drink again! That's not the point though. I-I should've-"

"You should have left..." Sango murmured quietly, yet effectively, cutting him off. "Why didn't you just leave, if you were so completely smashed?"

You should've said no, you should've gone home

You should've thought twice before you let it all go

Miroku flung his head back to the head rest and closed his eyes. She absolutely hated him, and no amount of pleading was going to work. The least he could do was answer her questions.

"Ayame...she told me she'd call me a cab, and said I could lie down in her room until it got here. I was stupid to listen to her; should've just called myself..." He replied as calmly as he could, but his control was slipping. Sango made him do that sometimes.

You should've known that word, 'bout what you did with her

Would get back to me

Sango finally let her tear-filled eyes drift over to him. "Why didn't you just tell me? Finding out from her admitting it was the best night of her life wasn't exactly the way to go..."

"I was trying to figure out what to do, Sango. I-I didn't want to hurt you!" He replied loudly, turning to look at her. Miroku instantly had to look away again; she just looked so sad. Sango wasn't supposed to cry; she was supposed to be strong. Seeing her like this was killing him...

And I should've been there, in the back of your mind

I shouldn't be askin' myself why

A bitter laugh tore from her throat, and she turned her gaze away from him. "A little late for that, don't you think?"

Miroku balled his hands into fists, his nails harshly biting into the skin, and he answered forcibly, "I never wanted this to happen, Sango."

"And you think I did?" She demanded brusquely.

You shouldn't be beggin' for forgiveness at my feet...

You should've said no, baby, and you might still have me

"I'm sorry, Sango! I don't know how many more times I can say it, but I am! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Miroku yelled, banging his hands onto the steering wheel and gripping it tightly.

Sango kept her eyes trained on her knees, and whispered, "It doesn't matter. You slept with someone else, and it hurts, Miroku... It hurts a lot..."

I can't resist...

Before you go, tell me this

Was it worth it...?

Was she worth this...?

Miroku flung the car door open, and was half-way out of the car, when Sango asked, "Was it worth it?" She cast her eyes over to him, and he was staring at her with such intensity; Sango refused to look away.

He simply slammed the car door shut behind him.

Sango finally looked away from him, and stared straight ahead. Miroku made his way to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open. Inuyasha fell forward and immediately jumped to his feet to throw a punch towards Mirokus' face. The brunette simply stood there, and took the hit. Without a word, he then exited the garage and walked towards his first class; the bell had rung quite a while ago.

You should've said no, you should've gone home

You should've thought twice before you let it all go

Inuyasha quickly made his way over to the car, and slid into the spot that Miroku had previously occupied. Neither of the two said a word at first, but Inuyasha was the first to break the silence. "Did you try hitting him? It made me feel a little bit better..."

Sango snorted in response, and nodded. "Slapped him; didn't help. Talked to him; made me feel worse." She sighed heavily, and leaned her head back against the head rest. It was safe to say Sango was mentally exhausted at this point.

You should've known that word, 'bout what you did with her

Would get back to me

"Do ya think eggin' his house would work? We could do that. We could even buy one of those huge packages, with six dozen eggs. Better yet, we could egg his car; egg yolk peels the paint." Inuyasha suggested simply, and then added, "I mean, ya haven't told me what he did yet, and he wasn't exactly willin' to share, but..."

"He slept with Ayame..." Sango

And I should've been there, in the back of your mind

I shouldn't be askin' myself why

An awkward silence passed between the two, and Inuyasha finally mumbled, "I shoulda hit him harder... Kneed him where it counts, actually. I could find him now, if ya want. I'm sure I could catch 'im in the halls, or somethin'."

Sango slowly shook her head. "Don't bother. He told me himself; he's not worth it..."

You shouldn't be beggin' for forgiveness at my feet...

You should've said no, baby, and you might still have me!

"So, it's over between you two?" Inuyasha asked softly. As much as he didn't like the guy, Miroku had made Sango happy. That was something that shouldn't disappear in the blink of an eye.

"I...I wanna say that it's over, but...all I can think about is how much I want him with me..." Sango murmured, and quickly exited the car before Inuyasha had the chance to reply.

...With Miroku...

She hated him. That had to be it. What other option could there even be? Sango hated him now, and it was killing him; slowly. It was like there was a hand painfully working its way through his chest, and eventually, it would find his heart and crush it as slowly as possible.

Well, something like that, anyway...

Point being, he was more than willing to make this pain end. Of course, it was mostly his fault that he was even in pain. He couldn't actually blame Sango for not taking him back; he probably would have reacted the same, if their roles were reversed.

With a heavy sigh, Miroku let his head fall into his palm, and he desperately tried to pay attention to the lesson Kyu-sensei was teaching. It didn't really work out...

He kept on glancing over at Sangos' empty seat, wondering if she was actually going to show up. When he saw Ayame out of the corner of his eye, he winced and kept his eyes trained on the teacher.

No matter how hard he tried, though, all he could think of was Sango...

AN/ I know I don't usually write AN's at the bottom, but I felt it was appropriate for this chapter. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my beyond amazing friend, Bat-Fox. She's helped me so much with this story by encouraging me, as well as providing inspiration (whether she meant to, or not). So, thanks Foxy! XD