A/N: I thankies to everyone for reviewing! I'm very pleased at the reviews I have gotten. You are all so very kind to me!

I've now written a lot of pieces of this story. It's my favorite right now. I like the drama that goes on in it. Very fun to write.

I will warn you now, the rating might be upped a bit in one chapter because of what happens. No, not a lemon. We all know I could never write that. But, it could be a little, mature for some. So, I caution you. That won't happen for a while, but it will happen in a few more chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Inuyasha gumi or these poems. Luna Imper was kind enough to let me borrow them, and well, I still have had no luck in contacting Takahashi, so I guess I'll just have to say these characters aren't mine!

I'm Scared of Tomorrow

"I'm a little sacred of what's next

Like a rollar coaster

And I can't see what's next

I'm a little scared of how far I will go

And how far I can go

I'm scared of what's to come

Everything seems so definite

For the past and today

Yet, tomorrow is a little scary

Everything could go wrong

Everything could be great

I can't know till it comes

I'm a little scared of tomorrow

I hope you stay here beside me and help me through

Like you did

When today was tomorrow"

An Auditorium's Duet

Gavotte

Birds called out in the morning. Beautiful songs of light and airy phrases filled the air and the ears of those around. Unfortunately, Miroku didn't want to hear them at 5:30 in the morning when the sun rose. Or for the next two hours. They sang and sang and sang. And then, at 7:30, as Miroku's alarm went off and he got out of bed, they instantly stopped.

"Damn the stupid birds. I'm going to go kill the bird feeder."

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"Nakajira! Come on! We've got to go if we are even thinking of making it 10 minutes late!" Inuyasha yelled up to Miroku's window.

"I'm coming! Hold on!" Miroku practically fell down the stairs after tripping over every box that lay in his path. They still were unpacking from the move. It was taking an extremely long time to get everything put up.

"Nakajira!" Inuyasha yelled again.

"I'm coming! Learn patience Murakami!" Miroku yelled at Inuyasha as he walked out to his porch. "Come on. I've got a spare bike out back.

"Fine. We might actually make it in relative time then." Inuyasha mumbled under his breath.

Walking around back, Miroku opened the shed door. Inside lay two bikes. Miroku grabbed the first and walked it out to the sidewalk. It was dark in the shed, so Inuyasha just grabbed the other bike and took off to the street, not noticing what kind it was.

Pedaling faster down the sidewalk, they arrived 10 seconds before the bell rang. The exact time when everyone was outside, not wanting to be in the school until they really had to be in there. And, all of a sudden, everyone was silent as the two rode up and chained their bikes. Miroku whispered over to Inuyasha,

"Why did everyone get silent when we rode up here?" Miroku asked.

Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure. Plenty of people ride up here. I don't understand." Miroku then looked down at Inuyasha's bike.

Everyone had started to laugh. And Miroku knew why. Inuyasha kept the confused look on his face. He looked over and saw that Miroku was laughing too.

"What's so funny Nakajira?" Inuyasha asked gruffly.

"Murakami...you-you" Miroku couldn't stop laughing.

"Come on! Just spit it out!" Inuyasha grew frustrated at his friend.

"You grabbed my mother's old bike!" Miroku started to laugh even more and fell to the grass.

Inuyasha looked down. Sure enough, he had a girl's bike. And, it was very much a girl's bike. Nothing was at all boyish about it. Pink paint, pink seat, pink tassels hanging down off the bars that he had ignored while riding. Everything was as girlish as a bike could get.

"Nakajira...." Inuyasha grew angry and embarrassed. No way was the great Murakami Inuyasha going to be put down in history as the man who rode a girl's bike to school.

Luckily, the bell rang and everyone forgot him. Except the yearbook committee, who made sure to take lots of pictures. One kid ran up to Inuyasha and pestered him with questions.

"Leave me along, or die." The kid gulped. No sense in arguing with the toughest guy in school. He had his pictures though. He could always make up some story. It would be great.

Except, Inuyasha proceeded in breaking all the cameras. So, maybe no pictures. And no evidence meant no way the committee would believe his story. He was down on his luck today.

"Come on Nakajira. We'll be late." Inuyasha gave Miroku a hand up and the two walked in for supervision.

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Lunch again. Except, Miroku was much more intrigued at going to the auditorium downstairs.

He heard music again. He opened the door and walked in to the dim auditorium. Sango sat at the piano with a sad expression on her face. She seemed very distant, nor did she act as though she had heard the door open or close. She was playing a fast and flowing piece. Her hands moved accurately across the key board. She seemed as if in a far away place.

"What is the name?" Miroku called out to her, sitting front row center.

Sango looked a little taken aback. She stopped abruptly and looked around the auditorium. She started in the back and then look forward and saw Miroku.

"Oh, it's only you." She sighed and started to play again.

"What is the name?" Miroku asked again.

"Excuse me?" Sango said back, still playing.

"What is the name of the piece you are playing?" Miroku said.

"Solfeggietto. By C.P.E. Bach." Sango looked back down on the keyboard and then back to Miroku. Her eyes seemed dazed, as if caught in a distant memory. The piece ended quickly and then she snapped out of her daze. "Would you like to play?" She asked kindly.

"I know very little." Miroku confessed. She motioned for him to go up the stairs to the stage. Grudgingly, he walked up the stairs and sat on the bench. He placed his index fingers on F and G, or well, he didn't know the names, just where they were and began to play the only melody he knew.

"Chopsticks! Come on Nakajira! You don't know anything else?" Sango laughed at him.

"Iie. I don't play the piano or any instrument for that matter. I don't even know the names of the notes." He confessed.

"Well, how about I teach you? I could help you and teach you to play. I could do it in the mornings and at lunch. If you want to, that is." She explained.

"Alright. And how about a date with me tomorrow night?" Miroku put on his hentai grin.

"Hentai!" Sango screamed as she felt a hand on her butt. She smacked him across his head.

"Itai" Miroku sighed as he fell down off the stage. Typical. Just so typical.

"Iie, I will not go on a date with you." Sango huffed as she walked towards the doors.

"And why not?" Miroku asked. Sango stopped a moment, but then started to go again. "I deserve an excuse for that at least." Miroku said desperately.

"You wouldn't understand. I'm not looking for any relationship with anyone. I'm fed up with them and I don't want to have to deal with what comes with them." Sango answered, pushing the door.

"So, you are afraid of a relationship?" Miroku smugly said. She doesn't want to out right say she is afraid. She just wants to have a bold appearance. Inside, she scared.

"IIE! I am NOT scared!" She yelled and swung the door as hurriedly as she could.

"Oh? Well, it's just proof enough the way you just answered, that you are as scared as anybody is of what comes with a relationship. You just don't realize that it's normal." Miroku picked up his things and walked out the door and hurried to class.

A/N: I had fun writing this chapter. Especially the bike part and the end. They are my type of thing.

If anybody knows of any REALLY good Inuyasha fanfic, I'd be glad to hear about it. I have seen just so much crap, or same old same old, I'm about to get sick. It's just the same old junk. Once or twice, I can take. But, then you get the same just JUNK! I hate it all. I just can't seem to find any good new stories. Maybe they are hidden in between the trash and I haven't noticed. I hope it's that way.

Please review! It would very much be appreciated!

~~~Y.L.S.

M.S. and A.R.A are rid of me now! Yay!! *does the happy dance*