Even though she could see nothing, Sango felt herself spinning 'round and 'round…She heard muttering and whispers, felt the darkness close around her tightly.

Her eyes shot open, and her body shot forward. Her breathing was heavy, and she was sweating bullets. She heard music still playing from downstairs and voices in the hall. The room was pitch black, and she realized she was on a bed. Sango blinked and pain shot through her head. She fell back onto the pillow and moaned. She felt her body. Her shirt was off, and her skirt was replaced by one of her loose school skirts she kept in her backpack just-in-case. As she tried to move her head, Sango felt more pain. She moaned more and put a hand on her head. She could feel everything go out of focus.

As everything became confused again, Sango felt the bed move. Someone else was in the room. Warmth surrounded her and she heard a whisper. What are they saying…?

Sango opened her eyes for the second time that morning. The room was filled with light. Sango moaned and sat up, rubbing her head. It hurt a lot, like she had a hangover. But I didn't drink… She looked beside her and saw…

Sango gasped.

"Oh…my…" The sleeping, shirtless form of Miroku was lying beside her! Sango looked down at what she was wearing. My bra! And an old skirt! Does this mean we…! She nearly fainted. Her heart started beating like mad. Sango blinked. She looked at Miroku, then the clock hanging on the wall. 6:01. Two hours before school starts. Her gaze went back to the boy. …MIROKU! Holy hell! What the hell happened last night! If we…OH MY GOD!

Sango began breathing faster. She moaned, and Miroku stirred. He sat up and yawned. He turned over to see Sango glaring at him, blushing like a tomato. He blinked at her. Sango tried her best to not look at his hard body. I bet his skin is real soft…ACK, what am I thinking?

Miroku rubbed the back of his neck. "Last night…" he began, looking down, "it was pretty crazy, huh?" Sango nodded, also looking down. "Did you have a good time, Sango?"

"Um…Yeah…" she said, blushing even more. "Miroku…What happened last night?"

"Don't you remember?"

"No…"

"…"

"Why?"

"Well…I came up here to look for someone-"

"Who would that be?"

"Oh, just some girl I met downstairs-"

Sango's eyes twitched. "You're always chasing girls around, aren't you?"

"Well, yes. To me, it sounds as if you're jealous…"

"I have nothing to be jealous of!"

"What do you mean? Sango, it's totally obvious that you want me-" Sango's hand across his face interrupted him. Miroku rubbed his cheek and smirked. Sango crossed her arms angrily and grumbled, "Just keep talking…"

"Anyways, as I came up here, I saw Miojo dragging you into a room…" Sango went silent. Miojo…Was he trying to hurt me?

"I told him to leave you alone, and he just dropped you and ran down the stairs…" Sango sat there with her mouth half open. Miojo…He… "Also, Sango," Miroku continued, "why were you passed out? Did you drink? Or have any type of drug?"

Sango shook her head. "No, I had nothing all night except water and soda."

"Hm…" Miroku scooted closer to her. He took her hand in his. She blushed. "What do you remember about last night?"

"Well…After I came back from the bathroom, after we bumped into each other…Miojo was watching my drink, and we talked, I took a sip, and…"

"The room started spinning?"

She looked up at him. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"It sounds like he slipped you a date rape drug." The words echoed in her mind. He slipped you a date rape drug…Date rape drug…He slipped you a drug… She started sweating. The kind, cool Miojo…drugged her? She lay back, shocked. Miroku lay next to her. "I know it's hard to believe, Sango. I'm just glad I came along before you got hurt." Sango nodded, her bewildered expression not flinching. If Miroku didn't come along, Miojo would've… She shook the thought out of her head.

"Sango, before school, maybe we should go to the police."

"…"

"Sango?"

"Yeah, sure…"

They both sat in silence for a while. Sango replayed the night in her head. She couldn't believe this happened to her. She trusted him! Maybe I gave up my trust a littletoo quickly… The clock ticked on the wall. Each tick was loud and echoed. It seemed like forever when Miroku yawned and said, "It's about time for us to get ready for school. We should get dressed and go to the police station." Sango nodded and stretched. Then something popped into her mind.

"Um, Miroku…?"

"Hm?"

"Did we…?" Miroku blushed and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then the door swung open and a girl came in. At the site of them, she blushed. "Whoops! Didn't mean to interrupt!" she said apologetically.

"You, er, didn't exactly interrupt anything," Miroku said quickly, still blushing.

The girl giggled. "Sure I didn't!" Her gaze turned to Sango, who she winked at. "You sure got lucky last night! This one is a hottie!" Now it was Sango's turn to blush. The girl quickly shut the door, giggling. Sango shot an angry glance at Miroku. He gave a nervous laugh and pulled his shirt over his head. He picked his backpack up from the corner and ran to the door. "See you downstairs!" he shouted as he fled the room.

Sango looked at the door for a while. Then she grabbed a pillow, put it over her head, and screamed into it.