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VI

Sango was sitting on a chair by the window of her room. Her long, dark hair was unbound and wet. She had on a purple and pink pyjama.

Her gaze was on the stars as she idly combing her long tresses free of tangles.

She had finally told Miroku what was bothering her for the last couple of days. As much as she opposed the idea, she could do nothing about. It was her parents' wish to marry her off to their friend's son who she had not met before.

Sango sighed. "If only…" she muttered but broke off.

If only she was the recipient of Miroku's feelings.

If only their families were not bitter enemies, things would have been easier.

Secretly, she was harboring feelings for her best friend. But it turned out he had another girl in conquest. The string of female never ceased with Miroku. It seemed that he had looked at every girl populace in their school except her.

Why would he, when she was a friend he could count on to get advice for his latest target.

He did not know how much she get hurt. She wanted to shun him whenever he asked for advice but afraid less he left her side.

She released another deep breath and only then she noticed a presence at her door.

"What do you want, Kohaku?" she asked softly without turning her head towards her brother.

Kohaku's eyes widened in surprise. "Umm… sis? Can I come in?"

"Sure, close the door after."

Kohaku did as he was told. He sat down on her sister's bed leaning back on his hands. Kohaku was only ten years old while his sister is turning eighteen the following month.

"You have a problem with your lesson?" Sango asked his brother, turning her head at him.

"No."

"You have a research work?"

"Nah."

"You need help with a girl?"

Kohaku blushed. "Nope. Sis, what kind of a question is that?"

Sango smiled at him. "A logical one."

"Well, I don't think I will turn to you for personal advice," Kohaku stated.

"Why in the world not?" Sango asked, raising an eyebrow.

"'Cause you are my sister!" he reasoned out.

Sango pursed her lips and smiled. "Point taken. Well, what brings you here then?"

"I think you need my advice about personal life."

Sango was taken aback by his brother's declaration. She raised both eyebrows and gave a lopsided smile. "Why would I need your advice?"

"'Cause I am a boy. And I think you need a help about boy's problems."

"Oh-k. Shoot."

Kohaku took a deep breath and sat up straight. "Sis, I saw you this afternoon. You and Miroku were embracing in the street."

Sango gasped. "Wh-what are you doing there? You are not supposed to pass that way."

He shrugged. "My classmate and I were working on a project in their home which happened to be on the same street.

But, sis, don't get me wrong. I know that you and Miroku are best friends without mom and pop's knowledge. And I also know that mom and pop got you engaged with that—that guy."

"You knew the guy?"

"Yeah. He was here yesterday afternoon. You got a practice so you did not meet him."

"What's he like?"

"Ok, I guess. He's rich, though, 'cause he and his mom arrived in a cool car."

Sango sighed.

"But, sis, I like big bro Miroku better. He's cool. He got me a basketball."

"What? When?"

"My birthday. He told me not to tell you, guys. And he even coaches me during weekends."

"I—I did not know about this."

"Either do mom and pop. But don't tell them, ok? If you do they won't let me see him anymore."

"Of course, I won't tell them."

"If only our families do not fight, it would be fun to have Miroku as a big brother."

Sango blushed. "Kohaku, it's not nice to speak like that."

He shrugged again. "He loves you, unlike that—"

"What?!" Sango burst out, shocked.

"Well, he was hugging you really tight this afternoon and he looked kinda sad when you left him."

Fifty different shades of red were on her cheeks at that moment. "Umm… th-there was just a problem a-and by being the best of friends, we need to comfort each other, that's all. So don't get the idea in your head, dear brother, about l-lo—" Sango could not help but stammer at the awkwardness of the situation.

"You know what, sis, you can count on me about keeping this secret safe from mom and pop," Kohaku said, whispering.

Sango's mouth just hang open.

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Notes:

- I do not know the schooling system in Japan so I just based it here in US. Fourth year high is 18 years old.

- Think of Kohaku acting like Souta in this fic, please. Believe me, I tried putting a serious brother here but my system is not taking it.

- There's a M/S fanfic contest going on, so please join.

- Miroku and Sango really rocks!