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VIII

"Sango."

"Didn't you just hear me a while ago? Geez! Does anybody in this world ever think about how I feel anymore?" she hissed, exasperated, at Miroku for following her.

"I'm sorry," he said in a soft and sincere voice. They were standing a few blocks from the school near the park. Their voices were lowered so as not to attract any attention, not that there were people passing that way during that time of the day.

"My parents are trying to live my life for me. Do this. Do that. Everything I do should be approved by them.

I am not even allowed to speak with you, for crying out loud, and you ended up being my best friend. Well, used to. But today, it seemed that I have no idea who you are. In time that I needed you most you turned your back on me and—"

"'Cause I was surprised at the sudden appearance of that guy and he was by your side the whole day and--" he reasoned out.

"---and left me to deal with this mess," she continued on. "Do you--?"

"---I was trying to digest everything in. It was rather sudden for---" Miroku countered.

"---honestly think that I can handle this thing---" she rattled on.

"---me that I only learned of your engagement yesterday and---" Miroku said, cutting her off again.

"---when suddenly all eyes are on me?"

"---and today I met him face to face."

"I can't take it anymore," she admitted, leaning back on the fence behind her.

"What is it you want from me? Hang out with the two of you?"

Sango shot him a dumbfounded gaze. "I don't want to hang out with anyone! You, of all people, should know that. I don't even hang out with you less you loose all those clinging girls of yours."

"Then why do you say I turned a cold shoulder on you?"

"Because—"

"When you said it yourself that we don't hang out during school hours?"

"Well, atleast, you shouldn't have looked at me with those cold stares of yours every now and then," she reasoned out as she pushed away from the fence she was leaning on.

"I was not staring!"

"Oh, must be my imagination then," Sango said in an annoying thinking manner, "that every time I turn around you were shooting daggers at me?"

"What?" Miroku asked, not believing they were having this kind of conversation.

Sango shook her head. "Are you jealous?" she asked in an off-handed manner.

"Me? Why would I be?" Miroku's eyes were turning into slits. He could not possibly be wearing his emotions up his sleeves.

"I don't know, you tell me," Sango countered, somehow hurt that he would not be jealous for her attention as a friend.

"You were the one that insinuated that I am, then explain--" Miroku broke off suddenly, shook his head, and he released a deep breath. "I can't believe this, any of this."

"What now?"

"It's a déjà vu. We had this conversation before about being jealous."

Sango shrugged. "Plenty of times, I guess. And you always pointed out I am nobody to be jealous for."

"What?!"

"Will you quit your what all ready?"

"You are the one who always pointed out I am nobody to be jealous for," Miroku countered.

"What?!" Sango blurted out.

"Will you quit your what, all ready?"

"Oh, God," Sango said and pressed her fingers on her temple. "My head's spinning with this conversation."

"I was the one who always ask you that question and you never answer it," Miroku pressed on. "And you only asked it today!"

"Good bye. I'm going home," Sango said then started to walk away.

"Hold it," Miroku said, halting her by grabbing her arm. "We are not finished yet. You can't wait to see your fiancée again, can you?"

Sango turned to him, gapping. "I can't believe you just said that."

"Do you need time alone with him? 'Cause if that's the case then it would be better if you go home with him from now on," Miroku suggested, getting annoyed at Sango's reluctance to leave.

Sango flared up. "Fine!" she blurted out in frustration. "It's your decision. You're just finding a perfect opportunity to get me out of your hair without feeling the guilt so you can bring the girl you were pining for home."

"Why has this become all about me when it's your situation we're talking about?"

"Don't think any of it, you were not obligated to do it anyway. We're not allowed to be seen together, remember?" she said, shrugging, completely ignoring what Miroku had said. "So, why would it matter if you do not want to be with me, right?"

"And where did you get the ideas about me bringing home another girl?" he continued on without hearing her.

"So, it's settled. Good bye, Miroku," Sango said, a fake smile on her face as she turned around walking briskly.

"What are you talking about? Nothing is settled 'cause I have lost track of what we are talking about. Geez, I am getting a headache," Miroku said, his turn to leaned back on the fence.

Sango stopped a good ten feet away from him. She opened her mouth to say something, but decided otherwise. She shook her head and continued walking.

Miroku turned his head at her retreating figure. He was emotionally drained at that moment to have another discussion with her.

He would keep his distance. Until she opened her eyes, he would stay at a distance.

**

Notes:

- thank you so much for all the reviews.

- If you find this installment of my fic very confusing, I won't blame you. believe it, got a headache myself just reviewing it. it's hard for me to write about two people conversing at the same time whose train of thoughts are completely different. Get it? I don't =b

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