It wasn't fair. Miroku had just invited her to the biggest party of the year, the once in a lifetime chance at popularity, and she
wasnt allowed to go. All because of one stupid mark on her neck. What was the big deal anyways? It was unfair, cruel and unusual punishment!
Well, Kagome had had enough. Almost nothing had gone right the past few days, and she wasnt going to let one person stand in her way.
Kagome put on a tube top and a mini skirt, probably because she knew it would piss her mother off if she found out. Which she wouldnt.
As per the plan, Miroku silently pulled up to Kagome's curb. Kagome opened her window, popped the screen out and worked
her way towards freedom.
As Kagome and Miroku stepped into the party, Kagome finally felt better. She wandered away from Miroku to hang out with
Sango. Expecting an apology, Kagome was instead greeted with a punch to the face by the girl she thought to be her friend.
"What the hell was that for!" Kagome asked. But talking was useless, for all she got was another attempted punch. Kagome
did the only thing she could do at the moment- fight back. With one puch, all the weight and guilt was lifted off her shoulders. Finally, all those
tai-jitsu classes would pay off. Soon she and Sango were into a full-throtle cat fight, when a mysterious boy came and pulled Sango off of
Kagome. Miroku came and took Kagome out back. The boy led Sango to the bedroom upstairs. "Calm down" he said quietly.
Sango looked into his eyes. Wait- she knew that voice... "Everythings going to be okay." Where had she heard that voice before?
"Koga! You look so... different..." Koga said nothing, but silently went to the door and locked it.
"Well, thats a little weird" Sango thought to herself. "Why did you"
Unfortunately, Sango wasn't able to finish her thought through Koga's lips. "No- this is all wrong..." Sango started, but it
seemed that her words, her pleas, didn't matter to him. She startd to yell for help, but it seemed Koga was prepared for everything.
he pulled a bandana from his pocket and tied it around Sango's head, followed by a few pieces of rope which he used to tie her to the bed.
But most sickening of it all, while she was wishing she was home, wishing she was anywhere but there, crying, he licked her tears and
smiled.
Satisfied, Koga untied her and threw her clothes at her. He had spared her the embarrassment, because in a sick way that
none of us could ever understand, he cared. He cared about her, and so he let her go.
Sango ran down the hallway, tears streaming down her cheeks. She had to find Miroku. He was the only one who could make it better.
She looked around the main room, but he wasn't there. She started checking through all the rooms, but only found one that was locked.
She knew the owner of the house, so she knew where they kept the keys. Silently, she crept upstairs to the locked door and opened it.
She had found Miroku. The only problem was, he wasn't alone.