Part 6

The large crowd of students rushed through the gates to the baseball field. They quickly filled up the bleachers, eagerly waiting for the game to start.

Sango impatiently glanced at her watch as she made her way to the school library. Ten minutes before the game starts. Damn you, Kohaku, for making me leave the house late! She power-walked into the quiet building and looked around. Barely anyone was in there. Only a few study-holics and geeks were at the tables near the front desk. Where would Miroku be? There probably aren't many girls in here… She walked towards the back of the library where the shelves were more cluttered and close together; there were a few wide tables back there that people used to study in big groups or make-out.

She looked around, but couldn't find anyone. "Hm…Damn you, Miroku…" She heard some feet shuffle behind some shelves. "Huh?" Sango went to investigate the noise. There was nothing there but a table and the door for the janitor's closet. She frowned. Sango turned to go back but then someone grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her into the closet. She stumbled against some brooms, a mop, and the wall. "HEY-!" A hand clamped over her mouth. The door closed, and the room was pitch black. Fear shot through her as she remembered that night, and Miojo…

"Shhh!" What the…

"Miroku?" she whispered into the warm hand. The hand let go of her mouth.

"Yeah, it's me…" Sango let out a sigh of relief. "What are you doing here, Sango?

"I was looking for you, you bastard!"

"What!"

"While all these horrible rumors spread about us, you just avoided everyone and left me to deal with it all!"

"Well, um…"

Sango stood up and leaned against the wall across from Miroku's voice. She wanted to beat the hell out of him, but she decided to wait and hear his side of the story. "Go on," she said.

"…I, um…made a bet, and all of this interferes with it…"

"What the f-"

"Some of my friends, not InuYasha, though, bet me that I couldn't make it with a girl at the party. So when that girl saw us and told all her friends, word got around to the guys and they interrogated me about it. When I didn't deny or admit it, they automatically guess that we did…"

"…"

"And the reason why I was avoiding everyone was because…well, I felt um, a tiny bit guilty about how the rumors got worse…S-sorry…"

"…"

"Sango? Are you-?"

Sango's fists met Miroku's face. "YOU BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU LET ALL OF THIS GET SO OUT OF HAND! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL THEM THE TRUTH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" She continued to hit him until he managed to grab her wrists and pull her close. She blinked. Sango felt his breath on her face. His head was inches from hers. "Sango…I'm…really sorry…" Suddenly, she felt calm and relaxed. I've felt this way before…But when and where…? She closed her eyes and smiled a bit. Sango leaned forward. Their lips barely touched…

Then, the door opened wide and light poured over them. Sango jerked her head down into Miroku's chest to cover her eyes from the sudden brightness. There were gasps heard. Sango looked up at who opened the door. Three kids stood there one with a video camera, a red button on it blinking. Sango's eyes went wide. She looked up at Miroku. He was blushing, still holding her wrists. The kids stepped back. The one with the camera turned it off.

Miroku cleared his throat. "Who are you?"

"We are new members of the school's media club," one replied, trying not to giggle. "We were trying out the school's camera, trying to get used to it when we heard a noise from back here…"

Oh, no…They got us on tape, together… Sango gasped, realizing what could happen now. The one with the camera snickered. "Well, it looks as if the rumors are true, after all!" he said, smirking.

"No, this isn't what it looks like," Sango started. The students quickly ran off, laughing to themselves. Sango started to chase after them, but her sweatshirt was caught on a hook in the closet. Miroku unhooked her. Sango noticed that her tank top sleeves fell off her shoulders, revealing her white bra. She blushed more deeply. Oh god, what if they got my bra showing on tape! Panic filled her. She put her hands to her head, staring at the ground. She bit her lip hard.

Miroku put a hand on her shoulder. "Sango…"

"Get away from me, Miroku..."

"We're in this together. We need to help each other."

"You've helped enough, thanks!" She pushed him away and ran out the building. She ran past the baseball field as the game was just starting. Sango ran all the way home, wishing this was all a bad dream…