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"How's your practice, son?" Miroku's father asked him when he entered the dining room for lunch.

"Not bad," he answered, shrugging.

No words were said between them as they ate their lunch. But his father occasionally glanced at him.

"I hope you are not seeing that girl, Miroku," his father stated, breaking the silence.

Miroku looked up and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"I had heard that you and… and that girl belong to the same class again."

"By that girl, you mean Sango?"

"Whoever she is, you don't acquaint yourself with her and her kind," his father said, his attention was back again to his food.

"Why not, may I ask? It is, as if I could avoid teaming up with her in class projects or partnering with her in a school play or—"

"Avoid her," his fathered roared, cutting him off. "I don't care how or when, just don't do anything with her."

Miroku put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "Dad, I don't understand. Ever since we were small, we were always put at a distance by you and her parents. What really happened all those years ago that started this quarrel between our families?"

His father took a deep breath, his chopsticks were poised in midair as he was contemplating what Miroku had stated.

"You'll learn soon enough," his father stated as he continued eating his food.

Miroku pursed his lips and began eating as well. Knowing with his father's tone, it would be best to live it at that for now.

Miroku sat within the crowd and watch the competition between their school and that of the neighboring for a volleyball match. Of course, Sango was one of the players.

The game was close. Both team only had a margin between their scores. The atmosphere was hot and everybody was cheering wildly.

But everything was oblivious to Miroku as he stared at his best friend from afar, admiring with the way she set up a play.

He smiled.

The more they were not allowed to see each other by their parents, the more they had gotten closer with each other.

He admitted that Sango may be more of a tomboyish but she was still an all-woman. That was what made her unique. She had a curvy physique, a true beauty and sharp wit. Nobody noticed it because she always dressed so casually. Her hair was always in a ponytail.

But he had seen beyond that façade. He knew what was hidden behind those baggy shirt and shorts. He knew there was more behind those silky mass of her hair atop her head.

And what he knew was what made him gravitate to her side.

For years he was harboring feelings for Sango.

The crowd around him was standing and cheering as Sango hit the ball in a spike that scored a point, bringing the ballgame to its conclusion.

She smiled at her team, giving everyone a high five.

Then she raised her head towards the crowd as if looking for someone in particular.

Then it him about what they talked about last Saturday.

"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?"

 "If she looked with longing at a particular guy, probably."

'Could it be she was looking for someone special?' he thought.

Her gaze ran through the crowd and found his. Her face flushed and sweaty, she gave him a wink.

Miroku inwardly gave a sigh of relief as he winked back at her.

Then she went inside the locker rooms with her team in tow.

She probably wanted to see if he was there to support him. She was finding a particularly, but when she found him, she didn't exactly looked at him with longing.

Did she?

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