A/N: 100 reviews! Kick ass! My gratitude to all those who reviewed, especially if you did so more than once. I have gotten many reviews requesting some Inu/Kag chapters, and don't worry. It's all coming in later chapters. In fact, I might even start on those next. Lemme know if you'd prefer more Miroku and Sango or Inuyasha/Kagome.

Chapter 18: All is Forgiven

Miroku flipped through the channels as he finished off his waffles. It was Saturday morning, and as usual, Miroku was waiting for Inuyasha or someone to give him a call. He always got one, so why should today be any different? "Saturday television is such garbage." Miroku observed silently. There were only two shows Miroku watched on Saturday's; Samurai Champloo and Full Metal Alchemist, on those didn't air until around midnight. He began cycling through the channels for what must've been the sixth time when the phone rang. "At last!" Miroku thought. Inuyasha told him on Friday afternoon that he would call, and it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. But taking a quick glance at the caller id, Miroku noticed it wasn't Inuyasha who was calling. It was Sango.

"Hello?" Miroku said, swiftly answering upon knowing who was calling.

"Hi." Sango's voice replied on the other end. "It's me."

"Oh, hey." Miroku greeted, feigning surprise. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you."

"Well, here I am. Fire away." Miroku said.

"In person." Sango corrected.

"Um, okay. Why?" he asked.

"It's just one of those things that can't be said over the phone." Sango explained.

"Okay, should I come over or…?" Miroku trailed off.

"Could I go there? Kohaku and Dad are at home now and I don't really want anyone else around."

"Why not?"

"Because it's personal! Am I invited or not?" Sango yelled a bit too loudly.

"Sure. Come on over." Miroku hung up the phone. He was confused. Why did Sango want to talk to him in person and why couldn't there be anyone else around? She obviously wasn't going to yell at him some more, she could've done that over the phone. Was she even still angry at him? Miroku's train of thought was derailed as he heard a loud knock at his door. "Hey." Miroku greeted her.

"Hi." she responded timidly.

"So what's so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?" Miroku inquired.

"Well," Sango began, taking a deep breath and sitting on the sofa before she continued, "I was thinking about what I did earlier this week and…"

"And?"

"And I know it was wrong to accuse you. It was just I couldn't stand the thought of you being with someone else, and I was thinking about you and Eri and then you arrived and-" Sango was suddenly cut off by Miroku's lips pressed against hers. He didn't need to hear another word. "So, I take it I'm forgiven?" Sango asked with a smile once they broke the kiss.

"Yeah, I guess." Miroku replied. "But I think I might have a little more 'forgiveness' for you up in my room." he finished, raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe later, perv."

"Later?" Miroku whined, crestfallen. "Why not now?"

"Because this is your fault too buster. I haven't forgotten about your little flirting." Sango said, giving him a short glare.

"Well, if we did it now maybe it would be taken off your mind!" Miroku argued his case. "Besides, you know you want it as bad as I do." he added with a smirk. Sango rolled her eyes.

"You wish Houshi. You make it sound like I'm a nymphomaniac or something." Sango complained.

"Are you saying you aren't?" Miroku asked. He was answered with an angry glare.

"Are you saying I am?" she asked shrilly.

"Guess it all depends on who you're asking." Miroku said. Bad move. Sango elbowed him in the stomach with all the strength she could muster. "Lighten up." Miroku groaned out as he clutched his belly. "I was only kidding."

"You better have been." Sango replied. Miroku was going to respond, but he was distracted by a knocking on his door. "You expecting anybody?"

"No. I'll be right back." Miroku said as he got up to answer the door. It was the last person he wanted to see. Three guesses who.

"Hi! Mind if I come in?" Eri walked right through the doorway, not bothering to wait for an answer.

"Uh, yeah, actually I do. Now's not really a good time."

"Why? I figured you might-" Eri stopped in mid-sentence when she saw Sango seated on the sofa.

"Hello Eri." Sango said a bit too nicely considering she was talking to her mortal enemy.

"Hello…Sango." Eri replied obviously not to happy to see someone was already there. (Think a Jerry-Newman encounter from Seinfeld.) "What's she doing here?" Eri asked Miroku as if Sango wasn't in the same room.

"I was invited. Why are you here?"

"Why'd you invite this bitch?" Eri asked Miroku, ignoring Sango's question.

"What did you call me?" Sango said threateningly before Miroku could answer.

"You heard me bitch." Eri said back boldly.

"When did you start talking to yourself?"

Miroku found himself in a difficult position. He didn't know whether he should play pacifist or let the trash talking continue. He didn't really want to take someone's side, but he wasn't about to stop a girl fight, being how he is.

"I'm not the one who dumped Miroku for a stupid assumption." Eri accused.

"I'm not the one who tried to steal him despite I was aware he was already taken." Sango countered. "Now tell me why you're here."

"It's don't think he minds. I figured he could use some support since his stupid, bitchy excuse for a girlfriend was too blind to notice how special he was and dumped him, hence betraying his trust by indicating she didn't trust him." Eri told her smartly.

"I think he does mind. For your information; he just took his 'stupid, bitchy excuse for a girlfriend', as you so eloquently put it, back and we were about to 'get down to some business.' Kapesh?"

"But you said-" Miroku was about to interject, but Sango kicked him in the shins, thus shutting his mouth for the time being. Eri looked as if to make a comeback, but she stopped and just mumbled "whatever" and left, slamming the door behind her.

"Stupid whore." Sango growled after Eri had departed.

"Uhh, Sango? Don't you think you could've handled that a bit more…" Miroku paused and searched for the right word. "Civilly?"

"No. She needed to be put in her place." Sango smirked, looking back at the door Eri had exited from.

"Whatever. Anyway you were saying we had some business to take care of?" Miroku said with his perverted grin.

"That was just to get rid of her and you know it." Sango said rolling her eyes. Miroku pouted like a sad clown. "Maybe later?" Sango half-said, half-asked. Miroku's expression didn't change. Sango sighed, not believing she was giving in this easily. "Fine, definitely later. Miroku's grin returned.

"I guess that works just as well."