So I'm back, what a shock, with a new chapter! Fair warning, this chapter isn't the greatest. I wrote it on my way to the baby shower on Saturday. Never before have I seen so much fake hair, make up and heels. C'mon guys, you're going to a baby shower. Not a wedding or a night out with your friends. Thank you to all of you who read and a special thanks to KiraraGoesMeow, loveless an the living fantasy, and GelibeanH2O for reviewing the last chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Rights to Inuyasha go to Rumiko Takahashi. Rights to the sitcom, Friends go to David Crane and Maria Kauffman.


Chapter eleven: Way To Ruin the Celebration

Miroku was waiting for Sango to come out of her room. He had sat down in front of the TV with the remote, surfing the channels out of boredom. He'd been ready for about fifteen minutes now. Miroku settled on watching a rerun of Friends. The theme song was playing and he was so into the title sequence, he didn't notice that Sango had come downstairs.

"Um. I'm ready," she squeaked.

Miroku tore his eyes away from Jennifer Aniston and to be honest, his jaw dropped at the sight of her. Good job Miroku. Bringing the dresses was a good idea. Sango was wearing a floor length purple, red, and black dress. She'd let her hair down. It was straight. It slightly rippled behind her as she made her way toward him. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a dazzling smile on her face.

"Sango, you look beautiful," he whispered.

Sango blushed. "You don't think I overdid it?" she asked timidly.

"Not at all." He took her hand and led her down the stairs and to his car.

"So, where do you wanna go?" asked Sango.

Miroku laughed as he got into the car. That would be Sango. Thinking of others before herself. "Sango, it's your celebration. I've got nothing to celebrate. Unless you count making you smile," he added.

Sango smiled at him. Her doe like eyes sparkled and shone at him. She turned to face the front. "How 'bout seafood?" she offered.

Miroku shrugged. "What ever you want. But I'll have to put my foot down if you force me to eat fish."

Sango was puzzled. "Why? Don't you like seafood?"

"Yes, but I hate fish."

"You amaze me."

Miroku pulled up in front of Red Lobster. Sango turned to him with a puzzled look. "Before you tell me that I shouldn't spend so much money and that I've done a lot, don't. I want to do this for you."

Sango couldn't help but smile and blush. Miroku's indigo violet eyes twinkled at her as he led her inside. Her face fell when she saw the tank full of lobsters. Noticing her change in demeanor, Miroku slipped his arm around her.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Sango sighed. "It's nothing. It's just that…Dad and Kohaku," she said. "They loved lobster," she finished looking down.

Miroku understood perfectly. Her father had died and the memory was fresh in her mind, and most likely would stay like that. Her mother and kid brother were clear across the world. She didn't have anyone to rely, just like himself. "It's OK to be sad, Sango," Miroku said gently. "I still miss my dad."

"Both of our dads died in accidents," said Sango quietly. "My father was killed in battle and your father was consumed by his own wind tunnel."

Miroku stared at his right hand. "Who knows what would've happened if we didn't defeat Naraku?"

"Let's not think about that now," said Sango. "We're here to celebrate, remember?"

His smile was back. "Of course, milady."

A waitress spotted them and smiled warmly. "How many, sir?"

"Two," said Miroku squeezing Sango's hand. "Just two."

"Right this way, sir," said the waitress, leading Miroku and Sango to their table. She gave them both a huge smile and handed them their menus. "What would you like to drink?" she asked.

"Umm…I'll just have plain water, no ice," said Sango. No sense in mooching off the poor guy.

"I'll have a coke with ice," said Miroku.

"Thanks. Your drinks and the cheddar bay biscuits should be here in a couple minutes."

"Thank you," said Miroku and Sango as she walked away.

Sango played with the napkin in her lap, nervously. Miroku noticed that she looked apprehensive about something. As if something was bothering her again, only this time, she didn't want to share what it was.

"What's wrong, Sango?" he asked again.

She kept her gaze focused on her lap. Miroku could've sworn he saw a tear fall from her beautiful brown eyes. Alright, who's ass do I need to kick?

"I miss Kohaku."

Miroku softened. She's just missing Kohaku. "Why didn't you say so?" shouted Miroku. "We could've set up a Skype session ages ago!"

Sango gave him a small smile. "Can we Skype him tonight?"

Miroku leaned back in his chair and gave her a teasing smile. "D'you really think I would say no to you, Sango?"

She shrugged. "It's your computer. I don't wanna take advantage."

Miroku looked into her eyes seriously. "Sango, you could never take advantage of me. Besides, I've known you forever. And on top of all that, you've been living with me for about two weeks now."

Before Sango could answer, a cold, sneering voice sent a shiver down her spine. For she recognised the owner of the voice.

"Sango, you've moved in with Miroku? My, my…you've been busy."


Now who could this be? You're all gonna come up with the same answers, I know it. It's just like the ending to chapter seven when the line was...*checks* "Well well, if it isn't Sango Taijiya and her dumbass friends." But that time it was Shima. Is it Shima this time? Or is it someone different? Hmm...Anyway, read and review! Hope you guys stick around long enough for me to finish this story!

~lovemondotrasho