AN/ Sorry if this chapter's a little short! I couldn't think of anything else to add to it. Anywho, on to other things. In case you didn't notice, this story is, sadly, drawing to a close... So, I have a poll that I need you guys to take! you can leave your answer in a review.

I'm, most likely, going to make a sequel to this. Would you guys rather have an InuyashaxKagome pairing or a KaguraxSesshomaru pairing? I have ideas for both, but I just can't seem to decide. I've already got both of the summaries written up, so you guys can get a better idea. I'll leave them at the bottom of the story, just in case you forget...

The Trouble with Eggs

Chapter 10: Roses Are Plain, Orchids Are Special

You know those mornings where you just wake up, and just know that today is going to be the crappiest day of your life? Yeah, those days suck. Of course, it's always worse when you're not expecting it. It's worse when you think your day is going to be spectacular, and one hour later, it's about as fun as jumping into a pool of needles.

Sango had thought her day would be wonderful. Hell, she had skipped into the garage that morning. Now, she felt lower then she ever had before.

And it was all Mirokus' fault.

That stupid pretty-boy had managed to trick her into trusting him, and then he went and slept with some skank! What the hell was his game, anyway? He pretended to by all sweet and caring one moment, and the next he was cheating. He made about as much sense as a cat going for a voluntary swim.

Bastard.

With a heavy sigh, Sango slipped into Kyu-sensei's' classroom, and wordlessly took her seat. The whole time, she had felt Mirokus' eyes on her; she refused to even glance his way. It would be like giving in, if she allowed their eyes to meet, because he would do that thing. He would draw her in until she didn't know how to pronounce her own name. Before, she'd found it cute.

Now all it did was increase her frustration.

Why couldn't he just suddenly cease to exist? That would just make things so much simpler for her. Better yet, why did Kyu-sensei have to give them this stupid assignment anyway? Sure, it was tradition to hand out eggs for health class, but she had decided to drag it on for an unnecessarily long time. It was just ridiculous!

If Sango had never gotten this stupid assignment, she never would have had to talk to Miroku. She never would have had to meet Miroku out of school, and seen how nice he could actually be. She wouldn't have fallen in lo- Wait... Where had that thought come from?!

It was all this grief... It was making her think all of these crazy things. That had to be it...right?

God damn it... Stupid Miroku, and his stupid smiling face. Not to mention those stupid eyes, which were still staring at her.

Sango finally turned a heated glare towards the boy, but he didn't turn away, like she expected him to. Instead, he mouthed, 'I'm sorry.' The girl quickly turned away from him, letting her forehead fall onto her upturned palm. Why did he keep doing this to her?

It hadn't even been an hour, and she wanted to forgive him. She'd never felt like this about anyone before, and he had shoved it back in her face. Maybe she should just forgive him... No, that was a ridiculous notion. She'd never hear the end of from Inuyasha, either...

When Kyu-sensei's' lesson came to a close earlier then expected, she released the students to do as they pleased. Miroku instantly got up from his seat, but before he could travel more than a step, a fellow baseball player cut him off.

"Hey, Miro, I heard you got with Ayame at her party. How was she?" The boy asked with a grin. Ayames' reputation wasn't exactly covered with sparkles...

Miroku sighed heavily, and shook his head. "Look, I'm not in the mood, alright? I've got other things to do." He replied steadily, and tried once more to make his way to Sango.

"Aw, come on, Miro! You love talking about your conquests. What's up?" The boy inquired, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against a desk.

With a roll of his eyes, Miroku turned to face the mindless jock with an annoyed look clearly written across his features. "I told you, Hatchi, I don't wanna talk about it. So, just drop it, alright?" Miroku demanded in a harsh voice, and Hatchi raised his eyebrows in surprise; Miroku never lost his temper...

Determined, Miroku swirled around to Sango once more. A look of panic spread across her face, and she grabbed her things quickly together. Then, she forced her way to the front of the classroom, in front of Kyu-sensei's' desk.

"Kyu-sensei, I'm not feeling well. Can I please go to the nurse?" Sango pleaded, casting a quick glance over her shoulder at Miroku.

Kyu-sensei raised in an eyebrow, but simply nodded in reply, and handed Sango a hall pass. Sango yanked the pass from her teachers' hand, and bolted from the classroom. Seeing this, Miroku growled in annoyance, and made his way over to Kyu-sensei.

"Kyu-sensei, can I please go to the bathroom?" He asked almost harshly as he braced himself on the desk via his hands. The teacher furrowed her brows this time, and glanced towards the door where Sango had been only moments before.

"You know, when students are in the middle of a lovers' spat, they usually don't ask for permission to leave; they just run out. Stick with the pattern, Mr. Houshi; it just works better." Kyu-sensei commented, and leaned back casually in her chair while folding her arms across her chest.

With a quick nod, Miroku shouldered his backpack, and bolted out of the door. He exited just in time to see Sango disappear around a corner, and Miroku took off after her. He probably shouldn't be chasing her, but he just couldn't help himself; he never really could around her.

She had quickly become his addiction, and it was killing him that she didn't even want to look at him. All he wanted was to see her smile again, but it didn't seem like that would be happening any time soon.

As his shoes slapped noisily against the linoleum tile, he tried to come up with different ways to apologize. Talking obviously wasn't working, and tracking her down like a crazed stalker probably wasn't the best way to go either...

Slowly, his feet came to a stop just as he rounded the corner after Sango. She was leaning her back up against a wall, sobbing. Miroku didn't make a single step closer to her; he just stared.

He'd broken her. The question was, how did you go about fixing something that was probably shattered?

...Later that night...

"What the hell's wrong with you?"

Sango glanced over at her co-worker, Kagura, and let her head fall into her up-turned palms. "Nothing... Everything's just freakin' peachy..." She muttered sarcastically as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Kagura rolled her eyes, and leaned her back against the counter. "I know that tone of voice; guy troubles, right?" She surmised, and didn't wait for Sango to answer. "Well, you've come to the wrong person, missy. I haven't had a serious relationship in four years."

Removing her hands, Sango let her head thunk down onto the counter, and groaned loudly. "Come on, Kagura. You're the closest thing I have to a female friend; you've gotta give me something..." Sango demanded, glancing up at the older woman.

With a shake of her head, Kagura asked, "You wanna tell me what happened? I'll give it a shot..."

Sango gave her a grateful smile, and responded, "My boyfriend cheated on me; not just a peck on the lips, either. He says he got completely plastered, and then he had sex with the school slut..."

Raising both eyebrows, Kagura murmured, "Ouch... That must sting."

Giving a bitter laugh, Sango raised her head, and smiled, "He spent the rest of the day trying to apologize, and I've got no idea what to do..."

"You still like the guy?" Kagura questioned, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

Sango turned away to fill a cup with water, and muttered, "Yeah, I still like the stupid guy... I mean, before this, he was all sweet, and understanding. I just don't know what to do, Kagura..."

Turning thoughtful, a smirk slowly spread across the older womans' mouth. "Wait a week."

Raising an eyebrow in question, Sango asked, "A week?"

"Yeah," Kagura nodded as Sango took a sip of water, "If he's still begging you to forgive him by the end of the week, I say give him another shot. Any guy that's that desperate to get you back is worth keeping, in my opinion."

Kagura then turned to a customer to get their order. Sango frowned in contemplation. A week... Would Miroku really try for that long to beg for her forgiveness? She wasn't entirely sure...

What if he didn't? Would he just...move on to someone new? God, she hoped not. She didn't want to end up as just another girl he'd dated.

...With Miroku...

"What do I do, Kagome...? I've screwed up so badly, and I don't think she'll ever forgive me..." Miroku questioned as he drove his spoon into the sinfully chocolately ice cream.

Kagome slowly shook her head as a sigh escaped her lips. "Miroku, I honestly don't think I would forgive you, in her situation. After all, you screwed Ayame, for God's sake! Couldn't you just make out with another girl, or something? That would be so much easier to fix."

"Sarcasm isn't helping..." He muttered darkly, and shoved a spoonful into his mouth.

Throwing her hands up into the air, Kagome shouted, "Fine! I'll help you, ok? I don't know if you deserve it, though."

Miroku glared at his supposed best-friend from across the table. "Gee, what would I do if I didn't have a friend as good as you?" He muttered darkly.

"I thought we agreed that sarcasm wouldn't help? Now, how have you tried apologizing?" Kagome questioned, pointing her spoon at him.

His brows knit together in confusion. "How? What do you mean 'how'?"

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Kagome replied, "Duh! I mean, have you used flowers, or cards, or chocolate; what?"

A frown slowly tugged at the boys features, "Uh...well, I've just been, ya know, apologizing... Isn't that supposed to work?"

Kagome slapped herself in the forehead, and slowly dragged it down her face. "Of course that won't work, Miroku! To her, right now, you're scum! You are about as appealing as the gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe!"

The boy physically recoiled from his friends' words, as if struck. "She thinks I'm scum?" He asked quietly. There was that hand again, clawing it's way into his chest; it was so close to just ripping his heart out.

Sighing slowly, Kagome nodded, and said softly, "Right now, she hates you; you made her feel like trash, and she's not going to forgive you so easily."

"How do I fix it, then?" He whispered, letting his gaze fall to the wooden table. Did she really hate him? Claws; the hand suddenly had claws, and they were scraping against his central organ, tearing the flesh.

"Start with flowers... Every girl loves flowers... But don't use roses! Roses are common; every guy gives roses when he's sorry. Use something else, to make her feel special. In the card, make it say something significant; let her know that you're not giving up." Kagome answered, resting her head in her hand.

Miroku nodded slowly. "Got it... I can start with flowers..."

...At the flower shop...

"Here's the card. When you finish, put it in the slot." The owner said, sliding him a blank card. Miroku nodded silently, and poised his pen above the small, white paper. After about a minute, he still had nothing...

Suddenly, a laugh tore from his throat, and he quickly scribbled something down. Just as quickly, he frowned, and balled the tiny scrap up; without looking, tossed it away from him. That just wouldn't do; it had been too...nonappoligetic. Miroku sighed heavily as he got another blank card.

Finally, after nearly twenty minutes of just standing there, he wrote something down. Miroku clicked the pen closed, and placed the card in the card-holder that was among the jungle of orchids.

He smiled softly, and slipped his hand into his jean pocket. After a moment of rummaging, he retrieved a Starbucks gift card with a grin; she'd love it. Now, Sango could have all the coffee she ever wanted... Okay, just until she spent the fifty dollars, but still! That was a lot of coffee, even for Sango.

As he walked out of the flower shop, vase in hand, he found himself humming a cheerful tune. It was then that he got an idea for what he'd be doing tomorrow at school; it was almost too perfect...

...Early morning, with Sango...

When she got home that morning from work, Sango had to check the number on her door, to make sure it was really her apartment. There were eighteen orchids sitting in a vase of water on her doorstep. Cautiously, she picked up the vase, and unlocked her front door.

Once safely inside, she set the vase on the kitchen counter, and found the card. Plucking it from its' holder, she brought the scrap of white paper to her face, for closer inspection.

Sango,

Roses are for everyday, run-of-the-mill romances; orchids are for something special. At least, that's my opinion. There's one orchid stands for every amazing day that I was able to spend with you. I'm not going to stop apologizing, until you take me back, because you're worth it.

Obviously, words aren't convincing you, though. So, I'm forced to find something that does work. I'll see you in the morning, Sango.

Miroku

A soft smile tugged at her mouth; he'd even left her a Starbucks gift card. He was even going to try to win her back. God, how she wanted- Wait, what was that?

Sango furrowed her brows as she picked up a small, balled up, piece of white paper; it looked like the same paper that the card was written on. Curious, Sango unwrapped it, and let her eyes quickly scan across the text.

Sango,

Don't get on the flight...

She suddenly burst out into fits of uncontrolled laughter, slowly sinking to the floor as she did. Honestly, Sango didn't know which card she liked more; the serious, sweet one, or the one that had her practically rolling on the floor, howling with laughter.

Either way, one thing was certain; Miroku wasn't stopping at flowers as a way of apologizing.

The question was, what was he planning?

IxK summery, The Trouble with Murphy's Law: Au: Murphy's Law; something everyone who's ever had something go wrong is well aware of. Whoever decided to let Murphy come up with these stupid laws was a moron. If you're asking why, then you've obviously never heard of dear old Murphy. If something can go wrong, it will…KagomeInu

KxS summery, The Trouble with One-Night Stands: Au: One-night stands are supposed to be only that; one-nighters. After that, you're never supposed to see that person again, right? Well, that doesn't really work out too well if you happened to sleep with you co-workers' best friends' older brother, now does it? KaguraSess

Ok, so tell me which one you guys would rather read. Highest vote is the one I'll write next. So, just remember to leave your vote in a review!