Authors Note: I guess since I only replaced chapter four it doesn't count as an update. I thought I wouldn't release this until later…but oh well. Might as well. Major fluff. I think I made the relationship develop a little too fast. I'm going to try and slow it down…somehow. Oh well. Enjoy! (Two chapters! You better enjoy!)

Chapter 5:

Sango felt her heart beating so fast that she thought it might just thump itself right out of her ribcage. She could hear Miroku singing to himself while lightly strumming his acoustic guitar. He called her room earlier that morning and told her to meet him outside in the courtyard. But as she stood there she grew more nervous than ever.

She stepped forward, letting her thumbs circle around each other constantly. "Uh, Miroku? Hey."

"Sango! Finally! Now let's get started!"

"I thought maybe-"

He stood up when he saw she was making no attempt to come to him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the stone ledge where he sat before. Her face heated up, but then she realized he just wanted to get her in and out in a hurry.

"Okay, how about I make up the first two lines, then you make the next two and so on, okay?"

She blew her bangs out of her face, she put her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs, "Whatever."

"You're not still mad at me about last night, are you?"

"No. Let's just get on with this."

He sighed and let his hand rest against his guitar, "What's the rush? Is your boyfriend waiting for you or something?"

Her face turned red, not from embarrassment, but from anger. She clenched her fists by her side. Sango thought he was the one who wanted to get finished, why didn't he just let her ease the pain of having to be with her by letting him go quickly?

"I've got somewhere to be too you know, and I'm not complaining." He snapped, wondering why she hadn't given him a comeback yet.

'What's wrong with her anyway? She must hate me a lot for last night or something. Well I'm not going to take all the blame for it! She got herself into that mess too!'

She finally stood up, his head shifted upwards in curiosity, but he couldn't see her face because it was shaded by her bangs. Her fists were balled up and he knew that couldn't be a good sign.

"Sango…?"

Sango turned to him, rage etched all over her face, "You know what Mir-o-ku?" she poked him in the chest with every syllable, "If you want to leave so bad then leave, okay? I know you hate me, you find me ugly, and just want me around to stare at my 'goodies.' But I'm not going to be here for that to happen. Come and get me when it isn't such a bad time for you."

She turned and left, leaving him to himself with his mouth gaping open stupidly. He didn't know she thought he felt that way towards her.

All he wanted was friendship from her. Yesterday promised more. But then again maybe it didn't. They were two completely different people and he just wished Kikyo hadn't gotten him into this whole situation in the first place. It just wasn't going to work.

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Sango ran out of there, trying to keep her emotions in check just in case Miroku came after her. Yeah right. He wouldn't care if she dashed into the street and got ran over at that very moment. When she felt her lungs burning for air she halted, bringing her hands to her knees while she gasped for air.

She really didn't need this, her life was already hectic, but with the addition of Miroku it was beyond that. It was practically chaotic. Sango was barely seventeen, but she was bound to lose all of her hair in no time if her life stayed like this.

"Sango!" Sango saw Kagome approaching; her arm hooked around Inuyasha's, that bass player in Miroku's band. "Sango, I need to talk to you alone."

"Yeah, I need to talk to you too."

Kagome led Sango a safe distance away from Inuyasha. She knew all about his sensitive hearing and didn't want him to listen into their discussion.

"Sango…word is Miroku is going to meet a mysterious girl today out in Kairaku-en Park. Nobody knows who she is, but Miroku is absolutely 'smitten', in the words of Shippo."

'Miroku's smitten with Seiko…with me? Maybe I was wrong about him…I mean I don't act any different than I do online. I just got to prove to him how Seiko-like I can be.'

"Oh, that's nice." She began to walk away, contemplating her new findings.

"That's it? You don't care? I thought maybe you guys were hitting it off!" Kagome turned around harshly and made an attempt to grab Sango's arm, but she quickly snatched it back to herself.

Sango looked irritated, "Hit it off? I hardly call a chase around a restaurant, a food fight, and washing dishes together 'hitting it off'" Sango spinned around and walked away. She had some things to think about by herself.

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It was almost time. He was as nervous as hell, and he had to change his shirt about a total of five times because he was sweating like a pig in each one of them.

"Miroku, what are you doing? Why are you pacing so much?" Shippo questioned innocently, looking up from his magazine entitled, 'Perfect Percussions.'

"Yeah, why are you so stressed out?" Kouga, whose ears were adorned in headphones and the music was still blaring, yelled.

Miroku sat down and put his hands over his face, he didn't really want to talk about it.

"Fine, don't tell me about it!" Kouga began to dance around, "Oh yeah! Bah, bah, bah, bam! Boom! Bah…bah bah…bah….bah bah, bah…" Instead of air guitar he was playing air drums…

Soon he made his way over to the table, with eyes closed, and began playing on Miroku's skull.

"Bah bah bum, bah bah bam!" He tapped the boy's head furiously for the finale before taking off his headphones and smiling the widest most annoying smile, "Am I awesome or what?"

"Kouga…" Miroku growled.

Kouga looked at him as if he hadn't done anything, "What?"

"Just…" he sighed, he couldn't let his anger get to him now, "Just…settle down, okay? I'm trying to calm down."

Kouga and Shippo ignored him for the rest of the time. They really didn't want to have to deal with Miroku being so on edge. Miroku pulled on a light jacket, if he was heading out late there would be a breeze. He waved goodbye to his companions, who continued to look the other way, and with a sigh he left.

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Sango thought long and hard. Should she tell Miroku that she was actually Seiko? I mean, there were two things he could do after he found out. He could get mad, or he could gather her up in his arms and kiss her long and hard. She blushed thinking about it; she didn't know why she had fantasized that out so many times, it wasn't like she actually had a crush on him or anything.

'You know what? Miroku can just…I don't know, sit by himself for all I care! I should let him wait for hours on end for Seiko…who doesn't really exist. I could be cruel like that, just so he sees how Seiko really feels for him. She doesn't.'

But the thought of him sitting alone on a park bench by himself all because of her made her think differently. She wasn't that mean of a person; she wouldn't let him suffer for her mistakes. She had to admit it was her fault that Seiko was getting in the way of their relationship and business. If she didn't exist, then this wouldn't be happening.

Quickly she slipped on a coat and made it outside. She couldn't leave Miroku waiting for long otherwise he might leave!

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Miroku was glad he brought his guitar, this way he could play as he sat by himself, Seiko was late. He sang of sorrow, love, pain, just about anything to take his mind away from the world.

Sango, who had just arrived, was pretending to casually stroll by and spot him.

"Miroku!"

"Sango! What are you doing here?" she didn't answer, just stared, "Come on, sit down. I could use some company."

Sango took the seat next to him on the park bench, "Look. I'm sorry about what I said before. Kagome told me you were going to meet someone very important here and I feel like such a jerk assuming that you would rather not work with me and just leave."

"I'm sorry too. I know you aren't the kind of girl to jump around from guy to guy."

They sat in silence. The breeze picked up Sango's dark brown hair and played with it gently in the wind. Miroku watched, letting his eyes admire her face. Ah, yes, silence was golden, until Miroku broke it.

He strummed a chord on his guitar and sang, "Every time I look in your eyes," Sango turned and looked at him, letting her eyes catch his intently, "There's something I can't describe."

He continued to create a melody and harmony, note after beautiful note on his acoustic guitar. Sango got the gist of what he was trying to do and timidly sang back, "You got me wrapped around your finger…and…I don't know why I haven't lingered."

Miroku smiled knowing exactly what to say to that, "You've kept your feelings pent up inside…But I don't think I can hide…Anymore."

"…Anymore."

"Anymore…"

She blushed gently; they were still locked in an intense gaze. He grinned back at her, a silly lopsided grin that could only be described as love struck. Miroku leaned in slowly, licking his lips and letting his eyes wander to her lips then back to her own orbs.

When she felt his breath on her skin something happened that startled them both. Lightening struck and thunder sounded. As the rain began to pour, Miroku grabbed Sango's hand and pulled her towards the safety of a tree. He hugged her close to his chest and she felt the heat radiating from his body.

The rain slowed at almost eleven o'clock at night, and Sango and Miroku were still under that same tree, hugging.

"Come on, we better head back. It looks late. Really late." As he let her go he saw her shiver lightly, she must have been cold without his heat to keep her warm, "Here, take my jacket."

The pink hue returned to Sango's cheek as he placed the coat around her shoulders and she mumbled a quick, "Thanks."

They walked back to the hotel, hand in hand. Sango wasn't sure why, but the thought that he had forgiven her was comforting.

"Well, here we are." Miroku stuffed his hands in his pockets; he had to be just as uncomfortable as her.

"Uh huh. Thanks again."

"Yep. No problem." He turned to leave, he really didn't know what else to do, but then he felt a small hand close around his wrist.

Sango put her other hand up to her face, her knuckles brushing up against her own cheek. Her face was warming up yet again, "So, you want to finish the song tomorrow?"

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours. Uh, goodnight!" she turned and bumped straight in to the door, "Heh, it's locked…"

Miroku chuckled before finally pivoting and heading to his room, "Goodnight Sango."

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As soon as Sango stepped foot inside her hotel room Kagome bombarded her with questions.

"What were you doing out so late? Who were you with? Was it a boy? Was it Miroku? Did you kiss? Did he ask you out? Huh, huh, huh?"

"Kagome, calm down." She threw off Miroku's jacket so that it was draped over a chair. Kagome ran over and inspected it, gasping.

Sango changed into pajamas and then plopped backwards onto her bed. "We held hands…that's all," she yawned and turned onto her side, "Well, goodnight Kagome."

She turned off the lights, but Kagome wasn't satisfied! How could someone state that so simply! This was a major revelation in their relationship! "Sango! What was it like? Was he gentle?"

Sango turned the light back on, looking annoyed, "I'm not going to stoop to your level and gossip about the whole thing. It was no big deal."

"Fine. I don't care. Honestly." Kagome got in her own bed and crossed her arms over her chest, pouting.

Sango's legs started twitching and soon she couldn't keep still, she felt unbelievably giddy, "It was great it was so fantastic! You wouldn't even imagine Kagome!"

Kagome jumped up in bed and squealed. "I knew it!"

They giggled before settling down again, "What are you going to do about that other girl, Sango? Isn't she competition?"

"Other girl? Oh yeah, her. Um, I'm not sure yet…but whoever he chooses has a lot to do with mostly me."

Kagome sighed and put her arms behind her head, "Inuyasha has to do the same thing. I'm so mad at him! I didn't know Kikyo was his girlfriend until Kouga told me today!"

"Kouga has eyes for you too…ay, ay, ay…this love triangle thing really isn't my style! I need to sleep on it."

"Me too. Goodnight Sango! Have sweet dreams about a certain black-haired guitar player and singer who absolutely lo-"

Sango threw a pillow at Kagome to get her to shut up, "Be quiet Kagome. And goodnight."