Hey guys. I haven't updated in a while, I've been busy. However, here's your chapter.

A Danger to Ourselves (Sango)

"It's so hot!"

I sit next to the fridge for the eighth time today. School ended a month ago and it's gotten hotter. It's the hottest day we've had so far.

We're all in the kitchen, so far it's the coolest place in the house. Inuyasha is on the counter, Miroku is spread out on the floor, and Kagome is sitting on the dishwasher. Our parents have gone away again, so we are completely on our own to deal with our heat strokes.

"It's so hot!"

"Shut up. That's the eighth time you've said that in the past minute."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Agh!" Inuyasha's frustrated grunt. He's actually panting.

WTF moment number one today. "You don't have sweat glands?" I say.

He blinks. "Why would I sweat?"

Everyone shares a WTF glance.

"Um okay. Lets try something to take our minds off the bastardy hot weather."

"An orgy?"

"Never."

I sigh as everyone starts to groan about the heat again. "Alright, lets take a nap."

"Here?"

I turn to Kagome and shrug. "It's the coolest place in the house."

So we sleep. And sleep.

Eventually, I'm dreaming. For some reason, I'm at a shoe store, and they want me to try on all their shoes. I don't need this many shoes!

"Sango, try this one! No, this one!"

"Your feet are beautiful!"

"Back off!" I scream.

They start to grab my feet and stuff them in shoes, one of the shoes is really mushy and wet- eww!

"I don't want your shoes!"

"Try them!"

I start to frantically kick but my foot just gets mushier and wetter. Ahh! Icky mushy wet stuff, no!

I pop awake to the sound of Miroku screaming. "Get your foot out of my mouth!"

"What?" What is he talking about? If anything he'd be the creepy one to stick their foot in someone's mouth. I still feel really icky- oh!

I look down and my foot is lodged in Miroku's mouth.

There is a two second period of staring before Miroku starts freaking out and starts to move around. "Ah! Foot! Foot!" However, it's coming out as "moot, moot!"

There's a stinging pain up my leg and I scream, "You bit me! You fucking bit me!"

I finally get my foot back, cradling it.

Miroku spits, "That was the worst tasting foot ever!"

"You've tasted more feet?"

"I'm not inclined to tell you."

I stop. It's quiet. I look around the kitchen. Inuyasha and Kagome are nowhere to be found. I look on the floor and in a trail of what looks like dog slobber, there's a note written with said dog slobber, "We've gone to a party. Didn't want to wake you. Have fun. Please clean up slob."

Um, that's nasty.

I bend to stand up and there's a searing pain. I look down at my stomach and its bright red. Sunburn?

"Ow,"

Miroku looks at my stomach then at me. "You're sunburned!"

"How?"

He lifts an arm and points to the huge floor to ceiling window in the kitchen,

"When did we get that?"

"This morning."

I move to stand up and that hurts. I hobble over to the couch.

Miroku comes up to me. Why the crap isn't he sunburned? I sigh. I shouldn't have worn a tanktop. I poke my belly. Ouch. No belly pointing.

I look at the clock on the wall. We've been asleep for six fricken hours.

I turn and Miroku has disappeared. Traitor. When I'm in the most pain, he leaves. He's useless. Stupid whore-

"You like you're about to blow a fuse."

"Oh, you came back. What the hell are you doing?"

he puts a think blue lotion on my belly, it feels cool. I'm scared.

"What is this?"

"Something I make for sunburns."

"..."

"What?"

"With what?"

He sighs and more of the blue stuff goes on my belly. "Back in Kyoto, I would be in the sun a lot,"

"Sunburn?"

"Not on me, on my friends."

I nod and his hand relaxes on my stomach. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. I feel the cool lotion and I feel his warm hand.

He moves to my arms, spreading the lotion on them too. He hesitates on my right arm. He goes up, all the way to my fingers.

Did he make his special lotion for all of the girls he slept with? Seems like him. I twitch when his hand moves on my stomach again. He stares, like he forgot where he was or who I am. That you shouldn't run your hands up the arms of your sister, let them massage her belly.

I don't want him to stop what he's doing though. Although, I don't want him to keep going either. This is Miroku. This is my brother. I shouldn't eye him like I wish I could have him, I shouldn't want to want him.

"Sango?"

I look at him, right in the face. His eyes are unfocused, his skin is suddenly so much warmer. Or is that mine? It doesn't matter. He's moving closer. I want to. I want to move closer too, let him hold me o something more- no. I shouldn't. This is wrong. This isn't me- I'm a good person! I don't do things like this, I'm normal.

"Don't call me weird or get up right now, I..."

I wait for him to finish what he's saying.

"I know that this isn't supposed to happen, this is more strange, and stupid,"

his hand reaches up, his fingers softly tickle my hair as he rests his hand on the nape of my neck.

"Just let me..."

Oh God. I don't want to... I want to. "Miroku,"

We're practically breathing on each other. He won't move back. He's determined to stay right here, next to me, so close to doing something that probably isn't good for either of us.

Let me, why do I need to let him? I don't have to, I can get up, and go. I can leave and go running. I can do a ton of other things that'll get me out of this.

Why did they leave us alone? Why would they leave us here, by ourselves? Don't they know how dangerous that is? How much trouble we can get into?

"Sango..."

"No..."

"Let me,"

My heart does flips and jumps when he finally goes in, and kisses me. His lips are soft, like last time. It starts out as just that one kiss, but that turns into three before I can even blink. I can't really make myself stop. I'm kissing him, he's kissing me. His hand moves from my neck to my sides, I'm doing too much, I'm groping for him when I shouldn't. I'm holding when I shouldn't have gripped in the first place.

I pull back.

"What?"

"I have to go buy Kirarra some kitty condoms."

I get up as quick as I can and put on my sandals. I run out of the house holding back on ouch with every other step.

I start to walk, or hobble around. I walk into to town, I don't have any real purpose for being here, but I guess I can pick up some stuff for the house.

I walk into one of the home appliance stores and I find some glass cleaner and other supplies. I'm walking to the register and notice Rin.

"What the? Rin, since when do you work here?"

She shrugs, starts to scan what I'm getting. "Gotta pay off my clubbing fees somehow... how's it going?"

I think about his breath, his eyes, feeling his hands on me. "I've been better."

Rin hands me a bag as the register types out my total. "Ah, burning sexual tension for someone it shouldn't be there for? Been there. It was sophomore year, you know, the computer teacher, he was great, adorable and a good listener... I was almost certain he loved me you know, but I could be wrong..."

"Shut up, gah, who even said that?"

She blinks. "What, thats not what we're talking about?"

"No, you're just weird, I'm leaving, you pervert."

"Aren't you gonna pay?"

I pass her a bill and I walk out. I'm tempted to run, but running while holding a bag full of cleaning supplies doesn't seem right for some reason.

I take slow steps going home. If I could delay being in front of Miroku for a little longer, I would. I mean I can't really leave, Rin is gonna be on this sexual tension rant for a while, Kagome and Inuyasha are probably gonna be at that party a little longer. What do I say? Not every kid has to go home and think about that they made out with their stepbrother. They don't have to face the I-want-to's and the I-don't-want-to's. I should be concerned about college applications! I don't want to think about wanting to feel him and hear him, I don't want to think about being upset when theres a girl around for him.

I almost walked past the house. Miroku is there, on the porch. How to maneuver this.. should I just walk by, say nothing? Or should I say something, like thanks? Or that was fun, but that probably shouldn't happen again.

He looks up, "Sango,"

"Hey.. I figured I would buy some stuff we need, Mom is never here so she wouldn't really remember. So what should we eat?" I start to walk towards the door, trying to figure out the best way to maneuver past him before things turn bad again.

"I'm not all that hungry."

"Oh... well then I guess you'll feed yourself whenever you are..." I get on the porch, my foot is only an inch from where he's sitting.

"Sango, I-"

"We can't do this kind of thing. You know that, I know that. It's just not okay."

"Does everything have to be approved by everyone for it to be good?"

I turn, and his eyes are on me, and he won't let me go, he doesn't have to reach out, he doesn't have to move, his eyes, that stare, they're enough.

"You're my brother!"

"I'm not! You've said that since day one, I can't be your brother, I can't be your friend, let me be something."

"You're Miroku. I'm Sango. I'm not somebody that does things because they feel right in the moment."

"I see... you don't feel anything then?"

Yes. You literally make me crazy. "No, nothing. I'm going to bed. To make it better, I'll sleep on the couch or in the basement... until this whole thing is cooled off."

"Alright."

I go and put the supplies in the kitchen, I kneel against the refrigerator. It's the heat. The heat makes people go insane. Temporary case of insanity, yes, insanity. I can't sit here and pretend that he doesn't do something for me, I know its best to, I know damn well its best to. I wanna forget everything, let summer take its course, try to ignore the fact that I always want to be a little bit crazy.

Well for the amount of time it took me to write this, and type it, and type some more I'd say it turned out well. I mean, I know that this is far behind, but life is life right now. I hope you review and keep a lookout for the next chapter of Keep It a Secret entitled: Sleepovers and Zoo Trips.

With that said, Sayonara!