Author's Note: Yay! Chapter Three is up now! Aren't you happy?! In this fic, Kikyo's last name will be Minna, mostly because I don't know what to call her. I'm not sure about the girl who really liked Miroku, as well. I wanted to put her in this fic, but I couldn't remember her name, so I put in Natsuki Koharu instead.

Summary: She hides behind a mask everyday. She strives for perfection and convinces herself that is all she needs, but what happens when she meets someone who tells her differently? MirSan InuKag

Disclaimer: Grr… you know the drill, I don't own anything but the plot!

Chapter Recount:

Sango let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding in. She was about to speak, but for what seemed to be the second time that morning, she was cut short. This time, however, it wasn't because of a new presence in the room; she was cut short because of a hand… the hand was retracing its previous actions that were performed when the two had bumped into each other on the way to the elevator.

A light squeeze and…

"HENTAI!"

To Bottle Perfection

Chapter Three

Sango exited the principal's office with a brilliant red blush slapped across her face. Her principal had chosen the worst moment possible to enter his office, for when he entered the scene that unfolded before him was… preposterous.

"Taijiya-san…?" A sharp glance at the slightly unsettled student on the floor, "Houshi-san?"

Sango blinked… once… twice… "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to, it was ALL an accident!" Sango's face flushed immediately at her sudden outburst, but she couldn't help it, the moment just seemed so unbearable that she was pushed to try and explain it.

"You see… we were talking," Yeah right, "And sometimes people have to touch the other while talking and Houshi-san happens to be that kind of person, so when he touched my… arm I thought it was sometimes of bug… BECAUSE that kind of thing has happened before and I'm dreadfully afraid of bugs." Sango took a large breath after her longwinded explanation.

The principal nodded in what seemed to be understanding, but inwardly he began to worry about Taijiya-san. It was rare to see her as anything but perfection. It seems that people just have 'off days,' no matter how much they seem to be perfect.

A light moan emitted from the student on the floor as he sat up and rubbed his now burning red cheek. He grinned slightly, "It seems that accidents happen a lot around me. Isn't that right Taijiya-san?" He asked cheekily as he gently probed his cheek.

Sango's blush deepened because she knew exactly what he meant. This had been her second time 'socking' him. There was a tense silence in the room, and then the principal smiled and announced that they could leave.

When they walked out of the door, Sango looked down at her new schedule and saw that honor biology was first. Groaning to herself, she shook her head and pulled her backpack onto a bench. Shuffling through it, she pulled out her heavy biology book with a satisfied sigh. It seemed that Miroku had done the same because when Sango faced him he held his book in one hand with that annoying 'know-it-all' smirk plastered on his face. Sango didn't understand what was wrong with him and why he just didn't act like a 'normal' student in their school, one of those praising/envious students. She enjoyed the sheer simplicity of her life, but also the complications of her lie. Her life and her lies were so contradictory that it was hard to believe that she was still one person. Sango shook her head as she tried to disperse any depressing thought and focused all her attention on studying the cover of her Biology book.

It was a plain book, with nothing more than the title and an animal on the cover. Sighing softly, she traced the plain lettering of the title.

The font… it's Times New Roman.

Sighing once more, she pulled her gaze from the book to the halls before her. Left… right… straight till you hit the water fountain… room 106. Sanada-san's classroom.

"Well, Houshi-san, we're here." Miroku's wrenched his gaze from her… posterior and looked into her eyes. Smiling slightly, he entered the room with Sango trailing in after him. Miroku stood at the back of the classroom, waiting patiently for Sango to pick where she wanted to sit.

Sango looked up at Miroku and saw that he stood in the back of the classroom. Confused at his hesitance, she walked towards him and stood there looking at the 'patient' Houshi-san. Sango looked up at Miroku expectantly, and that was when she noticed how tall he was… almost a head taller than her.

"Well?" Sango looked up at Miroku with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Yeah, well?" Miroku retorted, unsure of why he felt so defensive.

"Well… where are we going to sit?"

"I was waiting for you to pick."

"You pick."

"No, lady's first." Sango felt her temper ready to flare, but she quickly bottled it up.

"I insist, Houshi-san, that you choose where you feel comfortable."

"Fine." Taking a deep breath he sat in the chair right in front of him.

"We're going to sit here? All the way in the back?"

"Well," Miroku grinned, "You said I could pick." Sango just sighed and silently took her seat, smiling slightly to keep up her appearance. Miroku glanced at Sango out of the corner of his eye and he didn't understand why, but he had a strange feeling that she was tense… it was like she was stressed.

"Houshi-san?"

Her voice seemed hallow… there was no emotion in it. Come to think of it, there has been no emotion other than politeness and anger since he had met Sango.

"Houshi-san?"

Miroku's head snapped up at the sound of his name. He looked before him and saw a cute girl standing in front of his desk. A sharp intake of breath could be heard coming from the short girl. Her black hair was pulled up into a tight bun and across the top of her head was a green headband. Miroku looked closely into her face and saw flecks of freckles mark the bridge of her nose.

All in all, she was still cute.

"Houshi-san?" Miroku turned his head to the source of the voice; it was Sango. "Houshi-san, this is Natsuki Koharu."

Miroku turned his head back to the girl and smile, "Hello Natsuki-san."

"No, call me Koharu! 'Natsuki-san' makes me sound so old!" She bowed in a small greeting and left to sit in the front.

Sango sighed and opened up her notebook to write the heading of their notes. Miroku shook his head and did the same, then suddenly a cold and emotionless voice called his name. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw that once again Sango was calling for him. By this time, the class has started and they were currently taking notes on the evolutionary theory.

"Houshi-san, a word of caution if you don't mind."

I feel like I'm about to hear about a tragic event that'll happen to me in the future… is she a fortune teller?

"Beware of Natsuki-chan. She's part of a group that everyone deemed the 'in' crowd and like everyone else in the 'in' crowd she has a kind of power."

"Power?" He muttered, pretending to move up in his seat so he could see the board.

"Like in those recent high school movies." Miroku took a moment to think about what she said… like those high school movies… come to think about it, the popular kids always take advantage of others and what they say is law… does she mean those kind of 'powers?'

"So…" Miroku took a deep breath and scribbled down the notes on the board, "What are her 'powers?'

The teacher looked up suddenly, almost causing Miroku to jump out of his seat. Miroku buried his head into his notebook for the rest of the class and decided to wait after class was over so he could ask Sango about Koharu. After long hours of note taking, the bell finally rung and the students started piling out of the small classroom.

"Houshi-san."

There it was again. Her voice was so guarded.

"Sango?"

"Natsuki-chan is the girl who deems whether a guy is dating material or not."

"What? She gets to decide whether a girl can date me or not?!"

Miroku watched as Sango guickly greeted a student she was obviously friends with, "Yes, last time it was Inu-Yasha-senpai and every girl wanted to date him. Minna-san dated him as well, but when they broke up his temporary popularity splattered."

"Why should I be careful of that? It doesn't seem like a big deal."

"It was to Inu-Yasha-senpai. During his popularity, he couldn't walk into the lunch room without several girls practically tackling him begging him to let them eat lunch with him."

Sometimes it's surprising how a girl's mind ticks.

"Why is Natsuki-chan able to decide?"

"Well, her father is a famous author and he gets to meet some movie stars when director's plan to do a movie based on his novels. She is rumored to have dated some of those stars and knows exactly which kind of man will treat you like a woman and which will treat you like a…" there was a short pause before she continued, "slut."

"That's it?" Miroku asked incredulously. Sometimes women can be so trivial. He would never understand how they think, nor did he want to.

"Well, kind of… she's also an expert in dating. Used to be such a darling, but popularity changed that."

"And where do you fit in the high school social ladder?"

"Me," Sango paused as she silently thought to herself. "Well, I'm the goody-goody two shoes." She tossed Miroku a mischievous grin and continued to lead him down the twisting path towards their next class.

Their next class was honors geometry. A class Miroku abhorred, also a class that Sango obviously enjoyed. Her enjoyment was obvious through her series of raised hands and right answers. Sometimes, Miroku would find himself and almost half of the class confused, then Sango would complete the equation with no problem, making everyone else feel stupid. The teacher then became frustrated at the class for not understanding and even more some when Sango seemed to be the only one actually trying to understand.

The day passed in a boring blur. School, as to be expected, was never as fun as many would like.

When lunch came around, students practically ran towards the cafeteria in a frenzy that would put wild animals to shame.

"Houshi-san, I have to practice my kendo so I'll see you later?" Her statement seemed more like a question than anything else. It was as if she was waiting for proof that he wouldn't try running away even though it may not be tangible.

"I'd rather just tag along. Who knows what horrors await thee, my lovely Sango?"

Sango resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and turned around the lead the way to the gym. She already forgot Miroku's perverted advances from before since he had not tried anything, but when she turned a hand landed on her ass.

Sango felt the heat rise up into her cheeks, but she forced control over herself. One moment of an angry bliss can lead to years of torment and embarrassment.

"Houshi-san, we are heading to the kendo gym where there are bokkens, which can be very painful."

Miroku grinned at Sango's tight voice as she struggled to keep herself from 'losing her cool.'

"Houshi-san, please stay at least five feet away from me."

"Dear Sango, I am very sorry, but how can I keep my hands to myself with such a lovely sight before me?" Miroku looked up at Sango with –what he hoped were- 'puppy dog' eyes.

Sango plucked Miroku's hand from her posterior and continued to lead the way towards the gym. Miroku trailed silently behind her, thinking.

She was really smart… really, really smart. She seemed to be the only one in the class who actually knew what the teacher was talking about. Another thing is she was extremely silent and somewhat shy.

She was probably the perfect teenage female student.

Many people in this time era still believe that women should be silent and polite all the time, and Sango was the perfect example of every parent's hopes for their daughter. Miroku didn't know why he didn't see it before, but Sango was… perfect…

He had heard people gossiping about her in the hall way and once in a while glance at Sango to see if she heard what they were saying, but she seemed oblivious to the attention she was getting.

"Taijiya-san is going to help the kendo team win the championship."

"I heard that she almost beat Sesshoumaru-senpai."

"Taijiya-san made top score on the test, again."

These various comments were what Miroku heard the most from the collected gossiping of both the male and female students.

"Houshi-san, we're here."

Slowly, she opened the glass door to the seemingly empty gym, but when they went inside Sango was hurriedly pushed away from Miroku as a group of teenage girls tackled him.

"Houshi-sama!"

"Look this is the guy Natsuki-san was talking about!"

"He's so handsome!"

"Houshi-sama, will you be my boyfriend?!"

Miroku tried to pull away from the grasps of the 'savage' teenagers, but no amount of pulling, shoving, pushing, and running Miroku was unable to escape the many girls who 'stalked' him.

Miroku looked around wildly for Sango, but she was no where to be found. Sighing slightly to himself, he used his strength to his advantage. He pushed his way through the crowd and ran into the men's bathroom. Knowing the girls wouldn't follow him into the bathroom, he leaned against the wall and tried to control his rapid breathing.

"They're savages aren't they?"

"Yeah… I didn't know something like this could ever happen."

"Well, you have to get used to it. The same happened to me last year." Miroku looked up at the person he was currently conversing to and found a youth a little older than him. The teen was very unusual because he had long white hair, which he didn't know was acceptable, and a beaded necklace, again something he didn't know was acceptable.

The white haired teen observed him for a short while before asking, "Aren't you in my Honor's Bio class?"

"I'm not sure, maybe we sit on opposite sides of the classroom."

"Sanada-san's class, first period?"

"Then we have bio together."

"I'm Inu-Yasha."

"Miroku."

The two shook hands and smiled at each other. "Do you happen to know a way out of here?"

"Well, as a matter of fact I do. I had to run away from the girls quite a lot and made little escape plans. I still have them, so I'll lend them to you sometime."

"That would be wonderful."

"Well, first off we need to get out of here and judging by the commotion outside, the girls haven't left yet."

Inu-Yasha grinned slightly as he walked into a stall. He pointed upwards and Miroku followed his finger and saw the vent opening right above them. Inu-Yasha nodded and pushed the vent open, jumping off the toilet seat and into the vents.

"C'mon, this is the only way out of here… well besides being pummeled by a raging crowd of obsessed girls."

Miroku grinned at his new found friend's comment and followed him into the vent. He followed Inu-Yasha through the twisting maze of metal until he finally stopped. Underneath him, he could hear the girls screaming, asking him to come out of the bathroom.

Inu-Yasha winked and continued crawling.

Finally they stopped again, "Where are we?"

"We're above the bathroom in the cafeteria."

Inu-Yasha found another opening to the vent and pulled it open.

When both of them finally got out of the vent, they walked out into the cafeteria, ignoring the weird looks some of the other boys were giving them.

"Feh, stupid girls."

"There's Sango! I can't believe she left me at the mercy, or lack of, of the obsessed women!"

Inu-Yasha laughed at Miroku's misfortune. "I know Taijiya-san. She's in the kendo team."

"I already know. We were going to the gym so she could practice."

The two made way to the table where Sango and Kagome were currently sitting.

"Nice to see you could join us, Houshi-sama."

"Nice to see you saved us seats," Miroku retorted smiling slightly. "And who may your lovely friend be?"

"This is Kagome-chan," tilting her head towards the young girl who was currently staring at Inu-Yasha.

The couple in question were oblivious to the conversation. Instead Kagome was preoccupied with staring at Inu-Yasha, whereas Inu-Yasha was trying to ignore the look Kagome was giving him. Sango swore she could hear corny romance music playing in the background.

"Feh, what's your problem?!"

"What?! I'm not doing anything!"

"You're staring at me!"

"No I'm not!"

Inu-Yasha looked at the girl for the first time and saw…

"Kikyo!"

"Inu-Yasha, would you like to join us?" Asked Miroku.

"I'm not going to eat with this witch here."

"Hey, I resent that! What did I ever do to you?!"

Inu-Yasha gave Kagome an incredulous look, clearly saying that she was insane.

"You stupid wench. Don't play innocent, you betrayed me."

"I didn't do anything to you, I don't even know you!"

"Kikyo…"

"I'm not Kikyo!"

"C'mon, how many people would look exactly alike? Don't tell me you're her twin sister."

"I'm Kikyo's sister! Many people say we look alike, and judging from this conversation we really do."

"I'm not buying it."

"Okay," Kagome started as she took a deep breath to cool down. She stood up and pointed at a girl on the other side of the cafeteria. "That is Kikyo."

Inu-Yasha followed her finger and saw that it indeed was.

"Oh…"

"Now, aren't you going to apologize?"

"No."

"What?!"

"Kagome-chan, let's just drop it and eat."

Kagome looked down at her friend and decided to take her advice. She sat down with a loud 'huff' and started eating.

The foursome sat down and ate, occasionally starting up a conversation. Through the whole exchange, however, Miroku's eyes never left Sango, who was unaware of the attention she was receiving.

She seemed so much more at ease during lunch. Her eyes weren't as guarded as they were before and her voice wasn't emotionless as it had been earlier.

Something was different about Sango. Something that exempted her from the other girls at the school. It wasn't the fact that she was seemingly perfect, it was something more complex.

Miroku contemplated whether or not he should ask her about it, but decided against it because he hasn't known her long and would seem nosy to but into her life.

TBC

I hope you guys like this chapter and I'm sorry about the long update. I just came back from San Antonio and didn't have time to think about my fics till now. I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter.

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