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(Hey, in my last chapter I had the title as, "An unexpected guest" Well, that's not the title! It's, A smile? I messed up on it… shows how much I know. . So please accept my apologies, and on with the story!)

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The Evil Liar: Thank you for the ideas! I also had no idea I was that bad at spelling! D:

Sango hated to be around Naraku, he was cold, cruel and smelled like death. But, she didn't want to look silly with no one to escort her, (This would make her look like a low-life) So she followed Naraku, their arms linked.

"Naraku, you were very rude to the foot- I mean Miroku."

"Oh is that his name?" Naraku said as he rolled his eyes, "Sango m'dear you really shouldn't feel sympathy for the lowly, it's so… So-"

"Kind? Polite? Good natured?"

"Pathetic." Naraku shot as he tugged at Sango's arm, "Look over there, Sir Sesshomuru is having another fit."

And he was, the tall white haired man was cursing at the servant who made the punch,

"What did you put in this? OLD SHOES? DEAD ANIMALS perhaps?" Sesshomuru threw his cup of punch at the servant serving the punch, "GOOD DAY TO YOU!" He shouted, then he rushed out of the castle.

Miroku had missed the own carriage he worked with, he cursed the ground with his fists, and what was worse is that he looked like a fool in the presence of Lady Sango.

"Sango…" He whispered, just her name made him happy.

He had worked in the castle where Sango lived since he was little, he had watched her grow up, she really turned into quite the woman.

He mentally slapped himself, how could he even THINK like that of her? After all, she was, 'High level' and he… he was merely a footman.

It was at this moment he heard the cursing of a man near him, not wanting to look like a fool in, 'High Ranking' presence he hid behind a large bush near the outdoor men's bathroom.

"Some Ball that was! Jaken, be sure to list a complaint about the punch." Sesshomuru ordered.

"Yes Lord Sesshomuru."

Sesshomuru gave a 'Humph' then muttered a few more curses. He stopped his muttering when he saw the men's bathroom, "Jaken, where are my extra set of clothes?"

"Which one My Lord? You ordered me to pack two."

"The better looking one! I must say this robe is far too dressy for the likes of me." Sesshomuru snapped, he then made his way to the bathroom.

Miroku waited in the bushes, he listened to Jaken's, "I am so sorry My Lord's" and Sesshomuru's cursing.

Miroku then heard footsteps leave the bathroom, along with Sesshomuru's cursing getting fainter.

Miroku rose from the bush and made his way into the bathroom, why? His mind just told him too.

A smile formed on his face as he gazed upon two fancy outfits that were fit for a king!

The first one was Green with some gold here and there.

The other one was blue and white.

He reached for the Blue and white outfit and began to put it on.

"Naraku, you suck at dancing." Sango snapped, as her toe once again had been crushed under his foot.

"Well you're no floor sweeper yourself." He shot back, he then purposely stepped on her foot.

"Ass…" Sango muttered. Her heart soared when the music finally stopped.

"Naraku… We have been dancing for hours! I'm gonna go outside and get some fresh air."

Naraku gave her a fake smile then walked off.

Sango made her way south of the castle where a small balcony overlooked the mountains.

"Well. This afternoon sure sucked." She mumbled to herself as she closed the balcony's glass doors. She gave an aggravated sigh as she so far, the sun was at the middle of the sky.

Sango snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the glass doors open.

"Naraku, I want to be, alone." Sango snapped, she then turned her head and was not looking at Naraku, but a young man with mid-length, in a blue and white suit.

"I… I am terribly sorry, I'll leave if you want to be-"

"Oh on, It's fine… I thought you were someone else."

"Naraku? Was it?"

Sango nodded.

Miroku made is way towards her, it was amazing that she didn't recognize him, he wondered if he really looked different with his hair down. But his throat went dry when Sango said, "Wait… Haven't I seen you before?"

"Um, I only just arrived, Milady. I mean Sango."

"So, you know my name?" Sango asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"No. Yes, yes I do!"

Sango laughed, "Well, what is your name?"

"Miro- No, What I meant to say was-"

"Miro No." Sango giggled, "It is nice to meet you."

Miroku blinked, what had just happened? Well, it didn't matter to him, as long as Sango believed that, that was his name, things would go fine, right?