Sango only nodded apprehensively as Kagome continued her rant about Inuyasha. "That jerk! Who does he think he is, calling me a wench? He, of all people, has no right to call me that!" Sango, with a bemused expression on her face, patted Kagome on the shoulder. And Miroku suddenly popped out of nowhere and "patted" Sango as well. There was the sound of a slap echoing throughout the hallways, then a large shout of "Hentai! Baka!" The students in the hallway shrugged it off. They were used to Sango and Miroku by now. Miroku was holding a hand to his cheek. "But Sango, I couldn't resist being near your beauty," he whined. She gave him a long, hard, look and began to relent. Kikyo, who always seemed to have bad timing, walked right by Miroku who was on his knees on the ground. Miroku's eyes widened, and he began crawling along the floor in a desperate attempt to get closer to Kikyo's cheerleading skirt. Sango slammed her locker shut angrily, forgetting that Kagome was watching her. Kagome winced as the locker nearly broke off its hinges. "Something wrong, Sango? Miroku troubles?" Sango growled. "Who does he think he is? Going after women like that? He's nothing but a pervert! Baka! Why doesn't he just go up to Kikyo and ask her to bear his child already, that way he's off my back," Sango ranted.
Kagome had an indistinct feeling that Miroku really meant more to Sango that she herself knew. After all, if she were so glad to have him off her back, then why was she so angry about Kikyo? Kagome did not further want to aggravate her friend. Yet, she knew that if Miroku didn't change his attitude toward other women, Sango would slowly began to realize how much he meant to her. But that would come with a boatload of pain. Hmm. She had forgotten why she was so angry before. Kagome placed a finger on her chin and a thoughtful expression flickered across her face. She couldn't remember why she was so upset…something to do with Biology. Eh. She shrugged and tugged on Sango's sleeve. "Let's go get something to eat, Sango!" Sango laughed. "You sure think about food a lot, don't you?" Sango quipped. Kagome grinned. "Well, you would be to if your brother was cooking meals every day!" Kagome replied. Too late she realized her mistake. Sango's brother Kohaku was in the hospital. The two were very close, sharing an inseparable bond, until a spider had bitten him. He was allergic to spiders, and was immediately rushed into the emergency room. However, the doctors were only a few moments too late, and Kohaku had slipped into a coma. He had been that way for three months, no sign of ever waking up. Sango's face fell, and Kagome hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Sango. I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…" Kagome said quietly. Sango forced a weak smile on her face; at least, Kagome could tell it was forced. "It's ok, Kagome. I'm sure Kohaku will wake up soon…" was Sango's reply. Kagome nodded. "He is your brother, after all. I know he'll make a quick recovery!" Kagome suddenly shouted.
Sango smiled, grateful to have Kagome around to comfort her. Better than that baka Miroku, she thought in disdain. As if he could read her thoughts, Miroku inched back to her, still sprawled across the floor. Sango snorted and stepped on him. "Come on, Kagome. Let's go get some lunch," Sango called, ignoring Miroku's grunts of pain.
Kagome groaned. Sango's mood was definitely not one to be with tampered with. Feeling gracious, she stepped over Miroku, avoiding stepping on him. "Thanks, Kagome," came a muffled reply on the floor. Kagome grinned, but kicked him for upsetting Sango. "Ow…" came the groan from the ground. But no sooner had Kagome turned her attention back to Sango did Miroku suddenly spring up from the floor. "Hey, what's with Sango?" he asked in a concerned tone. "Nothing that concerns you, Miroku," Kagome answered curtly. Then Miroku shocked her by turning his head to the side, avoiding her gaze. He looked very hurt…crushed, even. "Please tell me, Kagome?" Miroku asked once more, still avoiding eye contact. Kagome sighed. "Miroku, why don't you ask her yourself?"
Miroku shook his head. "She hates me…I can see it in her eyes. I can't get through to her…her walls are blocking me," he replied sadly.
Kagome shook her head. Men. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe she has walls because of you?" Kagome questioned.
Miroku was shocked. "Me?" he asked meekly.
Kagome wanted to scream in frustration. Was she not getting through to him or something? "Yes, you! You're the one who's always touching her. You know that she's very insecure, and that she does not like people touching her!" Kagome hissed.
Miroku looked like he was stung. "I didn't know…I was only trying to get close to her," he admitted.
Kagome sighed, feeling sorry for Miroku. "That's not the way, Miroku. But why do you are all of a sudden? This is no different from last year…" she asked.
Miroku lowered his head. "I…over the summer, I realized…I-" he trailed off.
Kagome blinked. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but it wasn't her business. Whatever he had been meaning to say was obviously only concerning him and Sango. She nodded. "It's ok, Miroku. You don't have to tell me," she said. He looked quite relieved. "Thanks, Kagome. You're a true friend," he answered. She nodded again. "You're welcome, Miroku. Anytime, I'm here for you," she replied. Miroku suddenly grinned devishly. "And in return for your help, I got you a date," he said smugly. "You what?" Kagome asked, stunned. Miroku shrugged. "I got you a date," was all he said. Kagome hugged Miroku. "Thanks!" was her answer. She pulled back quickly though. "Wait. What's the catch, Miroku?" she questioned, placing her hands on her hips. Miroku smiled sheepishly. "Well…it's a double-date, with me and Sango," he admitted. Kagome glanced at him. "Why do I have the feeling that Sango doesn't know about the double-date?" she asked. Miroku's grin widened. "Because she doesn't?" Kagome sighed. "Alright, I'll try to get her to come along with us," she finally stated. Miroku was indeed very grateful. "Thanks a lot, Kagome," he said, giving her a giant hug. And to her surprise, he didn't grope her. Well, how about that? She smiled. Maybe, just maybe, Miroku could change.
But she wasn't the only one surprised at Miroku's no-groping moment. Across the hallway, Sango was shocked too. Miroku and Kagome were hugging each other, and Miroku hadn't lifted a finger in a perverse way. Could it be? Miroku…and…Kagome? Together? It couldn't be! Could it? Perhaps they had gotten together while she was in the hospital with Kohaku. It hurt and stung more than she ever thought it would. And she didn't think it would hurt at all. But it did. Her heart was sore, but she couldn't tell why. Why would she be in pain? It was only Miroku, after all. Only Miroku…but Sango started to question what Miroku really meant to her. No! She shook her head, trying to get out of this daze. Kagome was her best friend, and she should support her decision no matter what. She couldn't take her eyes off of Kagome and Miroku, though. Suddenly, she saw Kagome sprint across the hallway over to her. "Hey Sango! Sorry about that. Me and Miroku were just talking about-" Kagome trailed off hastily. "Oh," was Sango's only answer.
Uh oh. Had Sango overheard what Miroku and her had been talking about? She hoped not! It would ruin everything! She was, trying to set them up, after all. "Um. So…whatcha doing on Saturday?" Kagome asked Sango. Sango blinked. "Nothing, really," she replied. "Good!" came a outburst from Kagome. Sango peered at her suspiciously. "Why?" she asked. Kagome fidgeted. "I wanted to know if you wanted to come with Miroku and me to-" she was interrupted when Sango nodded. "Um. Sure, Kagome. Whatever you and Miroku want to do, I'll just tag along," Sango stated calmly.
Tag along? What was Sango talking about? Eh. Kagome decided not to question in case Sango changed her mind. She had said yes, anyway. She couldn't wait to tell Miroku the good news! "Ok!" Kagome said cheerfully. Sango shrugged and headed off to the cafeteria. Kagome followed her, but quickly turned around to flash a thumbs-up signal to Miroku. His face brightened up, and Kagome smiled. This was all going to work out. Well, until she bumped into Inuyasha again. "You jerk! Watch where you're going!" she growled. His eyes narrowed. "So we meet again, wench. For the last time, you need to watch where you're going," he stated firmly. "Is that a threat?" Kagome demanded to know. His eyes glinted dangerously. "It is if you bump into me again," he added coolly. "We'll see about that. The next time you bump into me will be your last," Kagome finished and walked off.
Inuyasha glared at her retreating back. God, that girl was so annoying. Where did she even come from, anyway? She was in every one of his freaking classes! Was she stalking him? He shuddered at the thought, reminded of Miroku. And speak of the devil. Miroku popped up. "Hey!" Inuyasha nearly had a heart attack. "Where do you people come from?" he hissed, clutching his rapidly racing heart. Miroku shrugged. "From our mother's-" Inuyasha groaned. "Just tell me what you want!" he snapped, interrupting Miroku's "educational" lesson. Miroku looked peeved. "You keep interrupting me. No manners at all," he grumbled. Inuyasha glared at him. "Just get to the point!" he snapped. Miroku calmly answered, "Alright. I'm going on a date with Sango this Saturday, and I have a date for you. It's at 7:00, at the McDonald's down the street." Inuyasha gaped at him. Was this guy nuts? He was taking a beautiful girl out to McDonald's? He had seen this girl's temper, and did not want to be there when she found out when her stalker had taken her. "Are you crazy, man?" Inuyasha gasped. Miroku was startled. "Eh?" Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Come on, you must be kidding!" he stated. Miroku shook his head. "Mickey D's has a great dollar menu!" Miroku sighed deeply. "Ah, how technology has progressed!" Inuyasha smacked him out of his daze. "Look, Miroku or whatever. You don't take 'your' girl out to Mickey D's! You've got to dine somewhere more exquisite! Show her you're willing to break out the cash, just for her!" Miroku was puzzled. "Why would you want to do that?" Inuyasha smacked himself mentally. Man, did this guy need help. Inuyasha took a deep breath and sighed. He'd never wasted this much energy on someone else before. "You need to take a girl to a special place. Now, if you're going to drag me along with you, I'm going to make sure this works. We are going to the La Chateau, whether you like it or not!" Inuyasha shouted in Miroku's face. Miroku blinked. "You mean that fancy smancy place with the fake French accents and stuff?" Inuyasha grimaced. "Yes, Miroku." Miroku nodded. "Oh. Ok." Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "Maybe you should take notes, my friend," he stated, cringing at the word "friend". Miroku took out a notepad. "Let's begin!" Inuyasha sighed. He had a bad feeling about this.