AN: GASP! A new chapter! The last one was kinda crummy, but it got you on the same page (emotional) with the characters, which was the point. ^_^; I wrote two songs from that last chapter, and I'll post them at the end of this chapter. If you want to use them (god forbid) then e-mail me (you can find my e-mail address in my profile by clicking my name in blue under lined up there *points up to warriorGL*) also, while you're at my profile, check out some of my other Inu Yasha stories! I hear they're good!
Also, on Run Away, I've got to figure out some detail stuffs, and finish this (which will be this chapter, and maybe another one, and then an epilogue) then I'll be able to finish that up (or start it really). I thought the following quote from the song below would be good song for a drunk/modern Sango, and maybe I'll do that soon! (I've always wanted to do a Inu Yasha band fic!!!) Next chappy of this will be up soon! It's IY/Kag fluff! I didn't want to ruin the mood at the end of this, sorry! So that's why this is so short! Byee!
So here ends my rambling (for now) and here starts the story!
(don't forget to review at the end!)






So, don't try to run - honey, love can be fun
There's no need to be alone - when you find that someone

(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha if it takes all night
(Yeah, you can betcha)
You can betcha by the time I say "go," you'll never say "no"
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha, it's a matter of fact
(I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry bout that
(Yeah, you can betcha)
You can bet your bottom dollar, in time you're gonna be mine
Just like I should - I'll getcha good

~ Shani Twain:'Gonna Getcha Good!'





When dinner was finished that night, Inu Yasha picked up Kagome bridal style, and went to their room with out a word (the had gotten a hotel, curdosy of the local' houshi).


Sango and Miroku blinked.

That was fairly random.


In any case, Sango decided to the the same (in her own way of coarse, but to the same effect).

Taking him by the ear, she took Miroku off to their room.

Miroku took it well, considering he was 19 years old.






she barked back.

You're hurting my ear,

I wont carry you Miroku

But at least it's romantic

I'm not aiming for romantic here houshi

Then why are you taking us to a room to have se-

A foot some how got implanted in his stomach.

We need to talk Miroku-san, she said grimly yanking him into the room and sitting down across from him at a small table in the middle of the room.


But why talk? he teased, and kissed her deeply.

She pulled away (with much self disiplen being used).

I'm serious

So am I, he winked seductively, and started to kiss her again.



It took her longer this time to pull away; she was weakening, but she was strong, no matter how good of a kisser Miroku was (which he, sadly in this case and only this case, was).



Where do we stand?


We lay down and-


Do you love me or not?


What dose that matter when- (he had flinched notestible when she said the l' word).


Tell me


I can show-


Tell me, her voice and eyes hardened.


Come on San-


her lips where tightly presses together.


I said I can show-


Miroku, now, her voice had wavered a little, and her eyes almost started to water, but she was strong.


Miroku saw this, and was stunned.


What are you so afraid of? she challenged, tears treating to spill.


Sango-san, I think you should lye dow-


Are you afraid of loving Miroku, is that it?


You don't know what you're saying, just lay down and calm-


Stop denying it! she shouted, glaring, mussels tensing.


I'm not denying it! he yelled back, finally losing his cool.


Not even pausing for a second for him odd moment, she stood up and bellowed:
Then admit it!


He too stood up, nocking the table over, to give himself some height' in this situation to scream back:
Why are you making such a bid deal about this?!?


Because this is killing me! she cried, and tear splashing upon her face, and second one, and a third . . .


I'm not going to leave you Sango! Let go of the past!


You're the one that needs to let go of the past! she shrieked, and stormed off into the night, trying not to cry, as if it would give him satifaction to see her do so.



His jaw dropped.


She was right.