Chapter 5-

"Miroku will you shut the hell up!?" I shouted, getting really irritated with the perverted monk. "I told you...I'm not sure if you're my sister's type."

"How would you know?" he prodded.

I rolled my eyes. Then looked at him again. He had a gorgeous smile, lecherous...but very cute. I think I was staring at him a bit too long, because he gave me a funny look. I turned away quickly, forcing back a blush, I didn't need him to think I was gay or something.

"My sister wouldn't be able to put up with you." I replied smoothly. "She likes taking things a bit more slow than I would imagine you would."

"Oh..." he sighed, as if he had given up knowing that fact alone. "Can you tell me more about her? Like...I don't know her interests in things."

I thought to myself, pondering my interests. What could I possibly tell Miroku I...er...my sister was interested in.

"What exactly do you need to know?" I asked.

Miroku shifted his staff into his other hand. He looked at me for a second, as if it would tell him what he needed to ask. As if it would tell him all the answers. The monk finally raised his beautiful...er...eyes to me and smiled. A smile that I knew I wouldn't like.

"What exactly did she see in Kiro?" he mused, smirking towards the sleeping image of my fiancé.

I froze. Not quite sure how to respond to that. What exactly did I see in him? I remembered him being kinda to me. Remembered him comforting me once about Kirara running away. Remembered him confronting me when my best friend died after the demon attack.

I stopped the tears remembering my friends death. He was the only one who seemed to understand me. He was always nice to me always kept my mood at it's best.

We never found his body. I can barely remember anything about him now. It was a really long time ago I guess. I was around thirteen. My memory with him has been basically erased completely. His face...is completely blank. The villagers think the demon is the cause of it...but I remembered everything except him. It made no sense really...

Wait what does my dead friend have anything to do with why I liked Kiro. I looked at Miroku who was still waiting patiently for the answer to his question.

"I...my sister...I think she liked him for his kindness. I would have never guessed it was all fake. My sister...and him would smile and laugh with each other. He would comfort her. He would hold her when she was crying. She would come home happy after just spending a few hours with him and him alone. She would smile the rest of the day. Nothing could bring her down...knowing that she had someone who loved her." I paused, trying to hold back the mix of anger and sadness. "Then one day I...she came home...with an engagement ring. Our mother was proud, so was I, but it was as if father had known all along."

"Looks like you did a little bit of spying. Intruding on your sisters love life." he chuckled, shoving me lightly on the shoulder. "How come Kiro doesn't recognize you though...?"

"I was never really around the house. Usually out working... anything to bring food to the table." I answered quickly, too quickly judging by the look the appeared on the monk's perfect...er...face.

Miroku nodded slowly. Then he smiled, his smile growing bigger and bigger by the second. Something was going on his mind...either something dirty, or something I wouldn't like. Or both...

"What are you thinking now monk?!" I snapped, sending him a dark look.

He brought his face close up to mine and smiled even wider, it seemed more like a smirk now though. I could feel a light blush appear before I could stop it. Why was he this close to me?

"Sango doesn't have a brother." he smirked.

I stumbled backwards. I was lost. How would he know if I didn't have a brother. Actually I did...just not one my age. I thought for a second, almost putting the thought away before a new question popped into my head. How did he know my name?

"Obviously she does..." I answered, calmly making sure to keep my voice steady. "How did you find out her name?"

"I did a little investigating." he answered quickly. "I'm going to bed...I'll see you in the morning...whoever you are..."

"Miroku!" I growled.

He just chuckled and fell asleep.

Author's Note: Ack the story was deleted from my computer, I did have it printed...so I just had to type it all over again. Ack. Anyway...I'm sorry that this chapter was a little bt shorter. -pouts- forgive me...now review...and I'll give ya a longer one BTW the people who were worried about me giving up...don't worry I've just been slowing down because I have lots of stuff going on. But I'm trying to quicken my pace a little from now on I promise.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything...ackk....