Author's Note: Yayay! Third chappie up… (: Happiness. Lol, I do update fast, don't I? Eager writer… Whee. –gives everybody a noodle- Anyways. Yeah, I'm making Miroku a bit of a wimp. Hehe, it spices up the story, doesn't it? Anyways, I have some stuff in store for him and Sango coming up… Plus, it's like Inuyasha and Kagome, where Inuyasha is big and strong, and Sango and Miroku, where Sango is big and strong. So it all works out. (: By the way, all of them are calling Miroku a monk because of his last name – houshi.

Reviewers: You know I LOVE you guys, right? So keep the review rolling in! Lol, I'm glad you all are enjoying my first fanfic. (: I'll try to get the plot going a little faster, but I think it'll mostly be small plots around the whole idea of Inuyasha and Kagome getting together, and same with Miroku and Sango. I promise to add Sessho and Rin sometime. I hope my second chappie wasn't as sucky as the first one, and same with this one.

Summary: High school is finally over. Summer's swept and gone, and Tokyo University is a bus ride away. College. It's time to start grown-up life, and throw away all the high school dilemmas. Ready for anything. I think. Wait. Who are you? Pairings: I/K, M/S, S/R, everybody else can go down the drain (except for kawaii Shippo!).

Rated: PG13. For unclean mouths and a bit of lovey-dovey kissy-kissy? ;D

And now, on the with the story!


Can I Buy You a Drink?

By Blurreth

Chapter Three – Sango's Secret and Tomatoes

He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him
Clenching his hands
She's just a woman
Never Again

I hear her scream, from down the hall
Amazing she can even talk at all
She cries to me, Go back to bed
I'm terrified that she'll wind up
Dead in his hands, She's just a woman
Never Again
Been there before, but not like this
Seen it before, but not like this
Never before have I ever
Seen it this bad
She's just a woman
Never Again


Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell
It starts to sting as it starts to swell
She looks at you, she wants the truth
It's right out there in the waiting room
With those hands
Lookin just as sweet as he can
Never Again

--Never Again by Nickelback

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"But, dear Sango, shouldn't you be flattered?" Miroku whimpered.

"Flattered my ass!" Sango shouted back. "Have you no respect for women?"

"Of course I do! My apologies, dear Sango, my hand must have slipped south unconsciously, while I was busy thinking about other things!"

Sango eyed him suspiciously.

"Besides, you liked it, right?"

"You dumb, stupid MONK!" Sango slapped him hard, leaving a red handprint on his face. "Would any girl be that thick to believe your pathetic lies?!"

Miroku thought hard.

"Well, maybe not any, but, dear Sango, I am simply telling the truth…"

"And don't call me dear Sango!"

"How about my lady?"

"NO!"

"How about your beautifulness?"

Sango gritted her teeth. "HOW DENSE CAN YOU GET?"

"Pretty dense, my love."

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE NICNAMES?! Why, I never…" she sputtered, face turning into a darkening red. Then she just made a sort of growling and annoyed noise in her throat as she stomped out of the room and slammed the door.

Miroku simply stared at the door for a second. What did I do...? Then he sighed. "Violent girl," he mumbled. "Extremely sexy, violent girl…" he said to himself, shaking his head. But then he grinned pervertedly. "But it was worth it."

Suddenly he realized he was alone in his dorm. Where was Inuyasha? Miroku looked around, gave a frightened yelp, and dashed out the door.

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"And then there's Eri, she was always the head-bloated one…" Kagome giggled to herself. She smiled at Inuyasha, who was sitting across from her. They were both sitting at the breakfast table in front of the big window in the kitchen, slurping up bowls of ramen (whom Kagome found Inuyasha had a great interest for) and talking about talking about their old, high-school lives. Well, mostly Inuyasha slurping the ramen and Kagome talking, but whatever.

The door clicked open. Sango came in, still red with anger and furiously muttering to herself about a certain perverted houshi we all love.

"Hello, Sango-Chan," Kagome said cautiously as Sango seated herself at the table and grabbed a bowl of ramen and began shoving it into her mouth with her chopsticks at an incredible speed.

"Wow, and people call me a nasty eater," Inuyasha muttered.

"He is such an idiot!" Sango exclaimed suddenly slamming her hand on the table. The windows and the bowls on the table rattled.

"I know," Inuyasha said dryly.

"I mean, guys can be such perverts!" Sango continued. "No good, filthy perverts…"

"Not all guys," Inuyasha defended quickly.

"No respect for women, some men. None at all. Treat like women are nothing…"

"I'm a man," Inuyasha said bluntly.

"They're all such MORONS!" Sango cried out. "Retardes, losers, bitches, assholes…"

Inuyasha coughed loudly.

"Sango-Chan," Kagome raised her eyebrows. "Don't you think you're, uh, how would say this… OVERREACTING?!"

"I agree," Inuyasha put in.

"Shut up, moron," Sango flashed her eyes angrily at him. "You have a dick. Your opinion doesn't count."

"I have rights you know…"

"Get out," Sango rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to bullshit the entire male fraction of the human race against a brick wall. You're ruining my concentration."

Inuyasha whimpered and looked pleadingly at Kagome.

Kagome shrugged. "I'm on her side with this one."

Inuyasha remained motionless.

"I said, get the hell out of here!" Sango screeched and threw a bowl of ramen at him. He ducked and raced for the door.

"San-Chan, calm down," Kagome insisted. "Why does it bother you so much anyways?"

"He… he touched me."

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Welcome to reality. Sango, there are lots of perverted guys out there… At one point in your life, one of them is going to grope you. Deal with it. Just let it go."

Sango sighed. "I guess you're right, Kagome-Chan. It's just… Well, I don't know why it gets on my nerves so much… It sort of reminds me of, well…" She hesitated. "Never mind," she said quickly.

"Reminds you of what?" Kagome persisted.

"Nothing, nothing, nothing… Just forget I said anything…" Sango mumbled.

"You know I'm always there for you…" Kagome started.

"Uh-huh…"

"And if you need to tell me anything just spill…"

"Sure…"

"And I'll always listen, because you're my best friend…"

"Absolutely…"

"Because we're roommates, right?"

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me."

"So…"

::silence::

"So hurry up and tell me!"

"Aww…" Sango moaned. "I thought you were my friend. I thought friends we're supposed to support each other, right?"

"Yeah…" Kagome said indignantly. " And something's bothering you so I'm making it my business to find out what, because I'm your friend and I care for you."

"Blah… Fine."

"Sango, I'm waiting."

"Grr. Fine. I hope you die," Sango muttered. "Daddy."

"What?"

"Daddy."

"I can't hear you…"

"DADDY."

"Oh, okay. What about daddy?" Kagome inquired questioningly.

"He reminded me of my daddy."

"How? I mean, what? How does Miroku remind you of your dad? Miroku was like groping you and your father… Oh my God."

Sango squeezed her eyes shut.

"Oh my God… Did he?"

Mumble.

"I can't hear you, Sango."

"Yes…"

"Oh my God! Are you okay? Have you told anybody? Does he still do it? For how long? Has anybody found out? What about your mother? Do you need a counselor? You know what I said about always being there for you, remember, because I always will be…"

"Kagome!" Sango said, irritated. She sighed. "Yeah, I shouldn't have told you this. You have to promise not to tell, because I haven't told anybody, and I have my reasons. I'll tell you the whole thing.

"My mother died when I was two, when my little brother, Kohaku, was born. My father mourned over her death for five whole years. I always wished that my father would get out of his little trance. I was little then, and he was no fun. I always cleaned the house and took care of Kohaku while my father cried in his bedroom over old letters and pictures of my mom.

"Then, one day, Daddy came home superiorly happy. He was completely blissful, and if he was, so was I. I thought I could finally be in a perfect and happy family, even though my mother was already gone. Well, I found out that Daddy had found a job somewhere, but he never said where. But I didn't care. I was happy for him and I did everything he told me to do, even when he came home tired and exhausted and short.

"Well, later I found out that Daddy had not actually gotten a job at all, but he started drinking. I didn't know this at first, so I did everything for him that I could and supported him the most. Even when he started… Touching me, I let him, because I was behind him 100% of the way. That's what I told myself, anyways.

"Well, the touching continued, and it got worse and worse and worse, and soon it started to hurt. I was seven when this all started, and I couldn't know less. When Daddy threatened me, I believed it, and I never told a soul. I was too scared."

Kagome gasped. "Does he still...?"

Sango shook her head. "Last year, my dad came home one night so drunk that he collapsed on the front door step. I carefully brought him upstairs and set him on the bed. He never woke up again."

Kagome nearly fainted. "Is he still there?" Kagome was particularly squeamish.

"No," Sango answered softly. "A week afterwards I buried him in our backyard. I take care of Kohaku by myself now. I still go to school and stuff. Nobody knows he died. Nobody knows, except for Kohaku and I."

"How'd you get to college, then?" Kagome asked curiously.

"That was the best thing," Sango said proudly. "I did well at my schoolwork and got accepted into Tokyo University. I was happy, because I could start a whole new life over here and forget about that old smelly place. But the problem was Kohaku. I didn't want to leave him. But he said he could take care of himself, so I let him. I still make him write every day though," Sango grinned. "He's 16, you know. Still a baby."

Kagome laughed. "Tell me about it. I got a brother too, his name's Sota, age 16. He's like some kind of video-game maniac."

"Ooh! I know!" Sango nodded. "Kohaku is such a freak when it comes to video games! It's what his whole life revolves around." Sango shook her head.

Sango and Kagome laughed together.

"Well, just don't mention it to anybody, okay?" Sango said after awhile. "Promise?"

"I promise," Kagome nodded. "But it doesn't stop you from telling anybody."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Sango shook her head. "I'd just like to leave it in the past. It's already been a year, and I think I'm shaping up a little."

Kagome hugged Sango. "Well, it's your decision."

"Thanks," Sango nodded. But then she turned the evil eye on Kagome. "But if you tell anybody… Especially Inuyasha and Miroku."

"I won't tell anybody! Cross my heart!"

"And speaking of Inuyasha… What's been going on between you and him?"

Kagome turned bright red suddenly. "Nothing! Why do you ask?"

Sango laughed. "Well, I don't know, when I stormed in you and Inuyasha looked so cozy together… I was wondering if I had jumped in on something. You like him, don't you?"

Kagome turned redder. "Do not!"

Sango simply laughed and winked.

"Well," Kagome said slowly. "What about you and Miroku? You can tell he has a thing for you already." She grinned wickedly.

"WHAT?! How can you say that? I hate that perverted monk!"

This time it was Kagome's turn to laugh. "Suuuure."

Sango turned bright pink.

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Miroku and Inuyasha sucked in their breath. The yelling had quieted down for about half an hour already, but they were still expecting Sango to lash out at them and Kagome to scream something about privacy as soon as they entered the room.

It was getting boring though, standing outside the door, trying to listen through the keyhole. Once or twice a by passer passed by, and Inuyasha had to glare them down while Miroku waved innocently.

Twitching his ears, Inuyasha breathed and pushed the door open, Miroku closely behind, half-expecting to be greeted with screams and shouts and yellings and objects thrown at them.

Silence.

Opening their eyes, they saw what they saw.

Kagome and Sango, sitting at the table, pink as pale roses and making extremely accurate imitations of two ripe tomatoes.

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Author's Note: Wheee. This is one of my longer chapters. I was going to make it longer but then I decided to cut it into two chapters. (: Well, I hope you enjoyed! Now please please please review! Thankies! –gives everybody a ducky-