"So you have a name after all. And a nice one at that, Sango." He looked as though he had just won some great prize.

"Wipe that grin off your face. Just because you have gained knowledge of my name does not mean you have gained my consideration, nor my respect."

"I will."

What was that supposed to mean? Huh, he's so full of it. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Yeah, Miroku, why not shut up for once and give us all peace?" snapped Inuyasha.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. And if I did would you admit your feelings for her?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Sure would. Oh, but wait, I meant feelings for them."

"You are really asking for it-" Inuyasha stopped just as he saw the teacher glare at him.

"Inuyasha, would you care to tell the class what I was just talking about?"

"The warring states era." Inuyasha folded his arms seemingly confident.

"That's," she paused, "right?" she said in disbelief.

"It's been my answer since 5th grade, it had to pay off sometime." He smiled and allowed the rest of the lecture go on without interruption.

"Now, I want a report on the warring states era by Friday. You may have partners," said the teacher. The room went into total mayhem as people tried to find partners.

"Hey, Miroku. We partners as usual?" asked Inuyasha.

"Sorry, I'm taken this time." Miroku grabbed my arm and grinned.

"Since when!" I exclaimed in protest.

"Since just now." I rolled my eyes.

While Miroku fought off the desperate girls who went up to him, I watched Kagome and Inuyasha.

"So Kagome, since I don't have a partner and you obviously can't get a partner, do you-" His words were cut short as someone dashed up to Kagome.

"Would you be my partner?"

"Hey, Koga! Back off, I asked first."

"Ah shut it why don't you? So what do you say, Kagome?"

"Ummm…."

"Ooh, what do you know. No reply. Sorry, Koga, you're out of luck. Please come again," said Inuyasha who had seized Koga by the shoulders and was now dragging him away. While Inuyasha was busy arguing with Koga, yet another guy went up to Kagome. Yeesh, she's popular.

"Ummm…Kagome. Will you be my partner? That is, of course, only if you want to," he said, staring at his feet.

"Oh…well-" Kagome was yet again interrupted, but this time by a group of girls.

"Of course she'll be your partner, Hojo!" the girls chanted.

"Really! I mean, that's great! I'll meet you at the library around 7." Hojo turned around and went back to his seat.

"Heh, yeah, it's great." She said sinking into her seat. "You guys? What was that for?"

"What do you mean? We were doing you a favor. Hojo is a total heartthrob."

"But-," before I could finish listening to Kagome's sentence I felt a sharp sting on my cheek, clearly from a slap. A girl's eyes met mine as I looked up.

"So, what's with you and my man?" said the girl, eyeing me with an evil glare. I shut my eyes, as if it would suppress my irritation.

"Your man?"

"Yes, my man, Miroku. What's going on with you and him?" She placed her hands on my desk and got uncomfortably close to my face.

"Absolutely nothing, don't worry."

"It sure as hell doesn't look like nothing."

"Think what you will, it's not my problem." She tilted up my chin, forcing me to look at her face, which was slathered in make-up. Her mouth opened for another rude comment, I'm sure, but it quickly shut as I gave her a nice hard uppercut. No one touches me. "Who the hell do you think you are? And there is nothing going between me and that good for nothing sorry excuse for a guy pervert!" I was standing up now, pointing at the girl as she covered her mouth. Blood dripped from the cracks between her lips.

It seemed as if the crimson blood had brought me back to my senses. I looked around the room. Everyone was staring at me. A few girls huddled around the wounded, who was now in tears. Not again…I looked back at glaring eyes. Kagome looked astonished and Inuyasha's expression hadn't changed from being blank. Looking on I paused. Miroku stared at me, no longer with playful eyes, but stone ones. How his expression changed was unnerving.

I couldn't take it any more. I found myself skidding down the halls and falling to my knees. I made no effort to stand up.