Author's Note: Shorter than usual, I know... But I'll get the forth chapter up soon; I'm working on the... lemon... to The Prince and I, so it might take me a bit. Enjoy!

Sango's Counterpart: Your review gave me a big ego. It's not often that people leave such a descriptive review. Yes, Miroku just left Shippou at home... well, I spose they'll get back to him. I do have a sequel for this story (thanks for reminding me) but it's not finished yet. Both Shippou and Rin have parts in that story.

Sesshoumaru Is Mine: You also gave me a big ego. I love that you love my story. And that you're sticking with it.

Chapter Three: Love Affair

"I must not chase the boys." Sango sang softly.

She wished so much that they had a radio then. Or something to amuse them. Then she noticed Sesshoumaru's present to Inuyasha not far from her. What would it hurt..? No. He could come back at any moment, and beside that, she'd figure it out at Inuyasha's party anyways.
But still, the curiosity was going to kill her soon. He knew what she got; it was only fair, wasn't it? It was his fault she was stuck here anyway, wasn't it? But then, she desisted the urge, feeling that she didn't want him to get anymore angry than he already was.

"I might as well find you, wherever you went, and try to apologize." Sango spoke to herself.

She took the first step downstairs, but immediately slipped; someone it seems, had spilled soda on the stair. When had they done that? All the thoughts flew out of her head as she registered one thing: She was falling down a flight of stairs that could easily break her neck just like the movies.

He could tell that she was sorry, but he was prepared to hear it. He had gone all his life with the sorry's and excuses from others who believed they shared his pain; it was all the same.
Sesshoumaru turned the corner and walked up two steps before he saw her. Sango was falling down the stairs, not emitting any sound at all, and about to hit the ground.

"Inuyasha...?" Kagome asked ten minutes later, fiddling with her shoe laces, "Where's Miroku?"

"Checking the other side... spying on some poor, defenseless woman." Inuyasha replied, staring avidly at his own feet.

"What's wrong?" She asked, finally catching actual sight of his avoiding.

"Nothing," He mumbled.

Kagome heaved a sigh, "It's not nothing, and it never is."

"Leave it alone, will you?" He asked irritably.

"No." She said, then realizing it was pointless, "Fine. I'm going to find Miroku; you stay here."

"Fine," He said incoherently.

Kagome could swear that he was hiding something important... but dismissed it in her search for Miroku.

Sesshoumaru was frozen, as was Sango. Their position was not only embarrassing, but it was so untimely intimate that they felt as if they should just kiss and get it over with; so they did.
Sesshoumaru didn't particularly mind being at someone else's will; especially Sango's. He had been pinned by her body to the floor, after catching her as best he could. Sango was imprisoned to Sesshoumaru's own body by his arms; strong yet lithe, like herself.
Sango's eyes fluttered closed, while Sesshoumaru did his best to straighten them up decently. However all he managed to do was heighten her arousal; something that didn't need anymore fuel.
The kiss itself was amazing; passionate, needing, caring, loving, longing, all the emotions of love were in that one kiss, even some they didn't know they could project. Like pain... and betrayal, as well as heartbreak, and anger.
They broke apart, but didn't otherwise move, each breathing heavily as if they'd run a marathon. Then she rolled off him, obviously embarrassed about having kissed her best friend's brother.

He sat up slowly, very, very questioning of himself at the moment. Sesshoumaru had just kissed his brother's best friend. What had he been thinking? Was he sane? No... no, definitely not. Not now. He'd kissed Sango... Sango. Not just some girl on the street, or a casual acquaintance. His brother's best friend. This was absolutely nuts.

"Urgh, Miroku! Stop being difficult!" Kagome reprimanded, dragging Miroku away from the fire escape.

"But--! But! Kagome, no!!" Miroku groaned as he struggled to keep his hold on the rail to watch the teen girls on the street below.

"Stubborn... lecherous... ass!" Kagome said in between heaves of Miroku.

"If you give me a kiss I'll do it." Miroku said, not struggling anymore but still keeping his hold.

"Forget it." Kagome sighed and let go, traipsing back downstairs, only to find that Inuyasha had joined them.

"C'mon, Miroku, it's time we headed back home." Inuyasha said, taking Kagome's hand and trying to lead her back down while she tried to pry Miroku off the railing. Suddenly, a cruel, cold screechy voice stopped their attempts to get Miroku to stop.

"My, my, when did you two become a couple?" It was Kikyo.

Kagome froze immediately, Miroku even let go of the railing. Inuyasha, however, just shadowed his eyes and said, "Go away, Kikyo."

She appeared on the ladder, clad once more in skimpy attire she wore away from her parents' vision, "Oh, but Inu, honey, I was serious."

Kagome took on an anger defensive, "Don't call him that!"

"And my dear twin sister," Kikyo said coldly, "who cares what you say?"

"We do!" Miroku said, anger fluttering over his normally boyishly-playful features.

"Only losers can... except for Inu, here." She said, taking Inuyasha's arm in her own and batting away his grip on Kagome.

Inuyasha made no protest, but stiffened, visibly.

Inuyasha: Kikyo?! They gave KIKYO a part?!

Kagome: You had to have other difficulties than brain damage. --

Miroku: Can we get a little description on whom it was that I was spying on? As in bra size, colors of their panties...? Please?