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II

"Here," Miroku said tossing the water bottle at the approaching Sango.

"Thanks," Sango said sitting down beside him. She reached out and grab her towel at his other side and began wiping the sweat at the back of her neck.

"How's the practice?" Miroku asked casually, grabbing her water bottle and drank from it.

Sango gave him a sidelong glance and snorted. "Don't beat around the bush, Miroku. It doesn't become you."

His shoulders sagged. "Ok, ok. But honestly, I mean what I asked."

"Just get straight to the point, will you?"

Miroku straightened and leaned back on his seat.

"Ok, is this about the new girl in my lab class?" Sango asked irritatingly, twisting to face him.

"What?!" Miroku asked, surprised.

"Why else would you want to meet me today, huh? It's Saturday, for goodness' sake. The only thing that makes you wait for my practice is to get information for your latest target."

"You have me all figured out, huh?" he asked facing her.

"It's as if you're not obvious, you know."

Miroku shook his head and leaned back on his seat again. "Remember when I asked you how I can make her see me?"

Sango was taken aback by his change of subject.

"You told me that if she saw me, if she felt anything for me, she would get jealous if I was with other girls."

She raised her eyebrow and looked straight at the field where a game of basketball was starting. "Well, is she?"

"I don't know," he answered. "Frankly, I don't even know how she feels!"

Sango pursed her lips, her eyes mirroring sadness.

Miroku had been confiding in her about this mysterious girl. For months now, he was telling about her, about how he felt for her.

She shook her head. She knew about his being a playboy, but the way he was asking for advice about that girl looked serious.

It was hurting her.

"Who is she?" she asked offhandedly, masking her emotions.

"I can't tell for now," Miroku answered.

"Then why are you here? How can I help you if I do not know this person?"

"Let me try to figure her out by myself. I just have to ask you something ab--?."

"You know what? You could just have to call me about that question of yours," she said cutting him off.

Miroku feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest. "Really, Sango, I did not know you do not want to see me again."

Sango sighed then smiled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't mention it."

"What was your question, anyway?"

"I am wondering, though, could it be that she was not seeing me is because she feels something for somebody?"

Sango shrugged.

"How can I tell?"

Sango contemplated on her answer, then shrugged. "If she looked with longing at a particular guy, probably."

Miroku turned his head towards her and stared at her profile. She was looking ahead at the guys playing basketball but it seemed she was staring at no one in particular.

Sensing his silence, Sango glanced at him. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miroku shook his head and broke from his stare. "Nothing," he answered then stood up. "Come on, I'll treat you to an ice-cream."

Sango's smile widened.

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