MiniSkirt Girl

by Tetsuna

Oneshot. Miroku and Sango have been close friends since middle school. Now, the two are in college, but not the same one. What happens when love starts?

3. Unveiling of MiniSkirt Girl

Mini Skirt Girl's Big Day

You asked for a sequel, and I gave it to you! Ya, I decided to go ahead and make it what happens on and around the wedding, an anniversary, and double dates too (Whats-a-Good-Name, I used one of your ideas!) our antagonist isn't going to be at the wedding… if you didn't want a sequel you don't have to read, but I still want reviews. Thank you to all who voted, anyway… Sorry for the mega late update but school has started and I really didn't have much time to do anything other than homework and piano…

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Do ya?

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Smiling contently, she scrawled all that she could remember into her little red book, the thing closest to her heart. Her recordings of the important events after the proposal. It would be perfect, something she could look at when she grew old, something she could show to her nosy, cute children.
It would be something to remind her—when the mind herself couldn't.

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(These are the days after Miroku moved Inuyasha.)

Day Twenty-One

Sango sat down Inuyasha front of the mirror Inuyasha Miroku's dorm, brushing out her hair. She hadn't been Inuyasha any of Miroku's classes, since he wanted to study law, but they visited at lunch, went out for dinner, made out Inuyasha his room at night. Life was good.

She stared up at him, trying to smooth down her blouse. Pink, again. Miroku liked her wearing pink. She slipped on a pair of khakis, then stood up.

"Miroku. Get up. Inuyasha and Kagome are waiting. Get up!"

She picked up a pillow from under his head and thumped him.

"What?" He jolted up.

"You fell asleep."

"You were taking too long finding clothes."

"Stop trying to shift the blame."
He laughed, sitting up Inuyasha the bed with his shoes still on, all ready. Apparently, he, the victim, was forced to watch his fiancée try blouse after blouse after blouse. All he had said was to wear pink. And there she was, with a hundred different pink shirts, going through each one and then asking him how she looked.

"Okay let's go then, hime."

She laughed, hooked arms with him, and opened the door.

She sighed. It had been about 6 months since Miroku had proposed to her on the stairs, and so much had already happened. One of the editors of the school paper actually snapped a picture of when they had shared their first real kiss and when he was down on one knee with the ring… it hadn't been embarrassing that the guy had actually put it Inuyasha, so that everyone who didn't see the proposal knew about, and she had been tapped on the shoulder about a million times by pretty much all the students who just wanted to say 'congratulations.' Miroku had it a little harder. As a cute womanizer, he was constantly attracting at least a handful of girls, most of whom knew he was engaged, but still flirted. He shook them off politely. Worse though, were the guys. Sango's tap on the shoulder was nothing compared to his punches. He couldn't go down the hall without some guy punching him Inuyasha the side, half of them not really congratulating him for his engagement, but for beating up Natsu.

And to top it off, when Sango had told her mother (she was adopted) that she was getting married over the phone, she got the whole family together to visit her as a surprise Inuyasha the Main Hall. And had gotten her a car. A nice one, for once, a small 2002 Toyota Camry XLE, white, with leather seats.

Kohaku had looked up at his dad.

"Ha! I told you they were going to get together! Fork over the yen!"

His father groaned as he searched Inuyasha his pocket for the money whilst Kohaku gloated.

And then when Miroku told Mushin—he set up a bachelor's party. And Miroku came back to the campus with a hangover that seemed to go on for days.

But as time went on, things seemed to slow down. No more thumping, tapping on the shoulder, or betting money on couples…

She sighed again, her sandals clapping against the wood of the stairs. It had been so long ago, but if she looked carefully, she could still find the tiny blue petals that had been showered down on them. Once, she found a whole daisy, keeping it inside a vase Inuyasha her dorm for reminiscing.

"Hime. They're over there."

Kagome waved as she bounded towards them, wearing a khaki skirt and a dark blue sweater.

"Sango! What took so long!"

Miroku grinned.

"Um… picking out clothes."

"That takes thirty minutes?" Kagome rapped the arm of her newest boo, resisting the urge to blow up Inuyasha laughter.

"Ah…no…yes…um…"

Miroku laughed at Sango's feeble attempt to make a comeback, placing a finger firmly on her lips.

"Don't worry about it. All girls do that some time or another. I know for a fact that you, Inu, have had to wait hours for Miss Kagome, have you not?"

He frowned, showing off sharp, gleaming, pure white fangs. "Stuff it, Houshi."
Kagome finally let her laughs out, then, wiping her eyes, said, "Why don't we just get going, guys."

Smiling gratefully, and still pink with her blush, Sango nodded, approaching the entrance. She opened the door and…

She pouted. "Koga. Fancy you'd be here."
The ookami youkai grinned wolfishly (how else?). "Ah. It's the he-woman and Straight Shooter."

WACK!

BAM!

Koga rubbed his face here Sango had landed a punch. "Well, I see you haven't changed one bit."

"Same goes for you."
Koga was one of the guys on Miroku's football team, the quarterback, and if possible, a little more lucky with the ladies than he was. Before he found out that Sango was friends with Miroku, he treated her like air—or if he did notice her, it was to say something trashy. The scars from his words had almost completely healed, but there was always one soft spot. The 'He-woman' remark was hers that day. Just because she wasn't like all the other girly-girls, and played better Inuyasha the sport than the quarterback himself, plus, punched just as hard as any athletic guy. As for Miroku… at some point, as community service, they had a choice to stay at a kid's outdoor day camp as junior counselors or at a day care. All of the football players, and Sango, had signed up for the Day Camp, and had had to try things like archery. The guys all found that they really stunk, but of all of them, Miroku was the worst. Sango had laughed as she hit the target nearly all the time, but as Miroku and the other 'big and bad' ball players had to run up to pull their arrows out of the ground, or better yet, out of a tree. The children had considered her to be the 'cool JC,' much to her delight, and the others as the 'big, scary people,' particularly Koga.

So that's how he got the name Straight Shooter. It was all pure sarcasm. Even though Koga himself couldn't talk, as he only hit the target once out of about fifty tries.

Koga looked over to Kagome and the guy behind her.

"Hey," he said, his voice quieting down to a sweet, mellow tone. Sango rolled her eyes, and tugging on Miroku's arm, said, "Let's go."

"Nah… I want to know what she's going to do… Koga's trying to hit on Kagome…"
Stating the obvious.

"I know, I know."

"Don't you want to see that fathead get slapped?"

Koga whipped around. "I heard that!"

"Yea of course, but…"

"Then let's stay. Besides, I wanna see the look on his face when he finds out she's taken: by the guy right behind her."

Sango had to agree with that, the result would be hilarious. Kagome would quietly admit that she wasn't available, and Inu would step up and say a couple pretty words.

"Fine, fine. But no longer than a minute, 'kay?"

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They walked through the glass doors with a flushed looking Kagome, a p-oed Inuyasha, and a beat-up Koga. The situation was so hilarious that Sango and Miroku burst out laughing, and Koga bopped Miroku upside the head, who then bumped into the already angered Inu, who Inuyasha turn wacked Miroku again, and then all three boys were on the floor until finally Sango mangled the lot (Not including 'Roku), laughing.

"Looks like the he-woman has to protect her she-man."

"Don't worry, hime dearest, I just wanted you to be able to have the thrill of thumping those idiots."

"Hai, I'll go with that, I must admit that was fun…"

Kagome smiled, looking behind her at the still fighting pair, (Koga had fallen on Inu when Sango hit him, getting himself a bite Inuyasha the shoulder, and then Inu got himself a sock Inuyasha the nose, and it goes on and on and on…)

"I don't think those two are going to be presentable for anywhere but a homeless shelter now, all bloodied up and covered Inuyasha dirt," Kagome sighed. "Well, I guess we can just—hang out."

Sango smiled. "Don't worry, they'll come. Koga's just the sort of person that you roll around on the floor with, punch the lights out of, then hang out and be friends, then start the cycle over. What did he say, Koga, I mean? I didn't hear it over Inu's… 'words.'"

Kagome blushed. "Ah. That. Hmph. He said that I was really hot and whether I wanted to go over to his dorm for a little 'wild romp.'"

Miroku bent over laughing, and Sango punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"So that's why you slapped him."

"Yea," she groaned, just as the boys had stopped rolling about and started approaching them.

"So are we going or not?" Inuyasha mumbled, nursing a bump right below his ear.

"Where to?" Koga asked, putting a Kleenex up to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"Why do you need to know? You came to do something, didn't you?"

"Not really, just checking out how sweet Toudai really is. I'm jealous of you guys—though mutt-face over there—how did you get into this school? Your parents stinking filthy rich, aren't they?"

Miroku sighed. "Koga, your parent's are 'stinking filthy rich' as well, so why aren't you here?"

That really got him. "Um… my mom and dad… they… uh…kicked me out."

Sango stared at him Inuyasha disbelief, punching Inuyasha on the shoulder as he burst into laughter, ("Ha! Even your own parents don't like you!") and placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, Koga… what'd you do?"

"I don't know, babe, maybe they were just tired of me coming home wasted."

Sango quickly removed her hand. "Then they have every right. You know what that stuff can do to your liver… I've been studying the affects of alcohol and it can actually make you impotent, so if you want to eventually want to start a family…"

Koga waved the comment off. "Sure I do, but I'll stop as soon as I want to slow down."

Kagome turned to him. "Sango's right, you don't want to kill yourself, do you?"

He turned to her, grasping her hands. "I'm glad you care so much for me, Kagome."

'How does he know my name?' (looks down at shirt, realizes it is volleyball jersey and name is on back.) 'Oh. That might explain it.'

She blushed, slowly withdrawing from his grip before her 'boo' could interfere.

"Koga," Miroku suddenly said, "is that girl waving at you, back there, the red-head?"

"Koga!" the 'red-head' yelled, apparently fuming.

"Ack! Ayame? Here? Now? Nice seeing you guys, I've gotta jet!" He was gone Inuyasha a whirlwind.

A leaf-adorned whirlwind followed after him, and finally, the whirlwinds turned back to people, and the girl leaped behind him, pigtails flying, putting an arm around his neck so he couldn't go anywhere.

"Koga…" she growled menacingly. "What were you doing to that girl?"

Koga flushed, partially from the question, but mostly from the fact that he could hardly breathe. "Let me go first, and I'll answer ya."

"No. Answers first; breathing later."

"Augh…"

The group sweat dropped, and began to walk off, leaving the poor ookami and his bishojo to argue.

"Wait, you guys! Don't leave me here!"

"Feh. We want to go to the movies. Got to jet."
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"I can't believe what a wacko Koga has turned into! If his girlfriend hadn't shown up, I would've knocked him out myself!"

"Sango, calm down, you need to focus on the road," Miroku said, taking Inuyasha the scent of her leather seats.

"Hai, you're right, I will."

"I think I recognized the girl from somewhere…" Kagome sighed.

"Ah, don't make a big deal. What movie?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"

"Nah, too gory-sounding."

Sango turned around Inuyasha her seat, thanking kami that she had stopped at a red light.

"Kagome Higurashi. You are the last person Inuyasha this world who is afraid of anything gory, spooky, or 'cool.'"

She was referring to their late night movies. There had been many, but the latest was one of Miyazaki's classics, Princess Mononoke, Kagome's favorite movie. She had squealed Inuyasha delight as Nago', the boar, had his flesh melted away from its skin. And she jumped on the bed and yelled out, "Cool!" to kingdom come when Ashitaka let loose an arrow and chopped off a samurai's arms. (That's what I did. That movie is A-W-E-S-O-M-E awesome!) Yet, she managed to get scared when the Night Walker was searching for it's head, and eventually let all this purple goo loose that killed anyone who touched it.

Kagome blushed, "There are no real people Inuyasha Princess Mononoke, though. It's all animated."

The red light changed to green, and Sango turned and put her foot down lightly on the gas pedal.

"What about—hm… Hitch?"

"Kagome, that went out of theaters ages ago."

"I know that, but I love that movie. All for Hitch, say, 'I'."

It was unanimous decision, as Hitch happened to be one of Sango's favorites, and when she saw that the guys were for it too, she gave Inuyasha.

"That means we rent a movie and go back, then?" Sango sighed. She wasn't a bad driver, but she wasn't used to constantly putting a certain amount of pressure on the pedal for long periods of time. She shifted her now half-asleep leg around a bit.

"Hime, are you tired? Because we can park, and I'll take over," Miroku said, placing a hand on her thigh.

"No, no, I'm fine, 'Roku-kun…"

"Sango. I insist. I can see the fatigue etched on your delicate features, I don't want you to stress yourself.'

She smiled, gently picking his hand up as she turned to the right and to the side of the road.

Opening her car door, she walked around it and switched with Miroku, he sat down rather comfortably Inuyasha the driver's seat, his expression changing so quickly that Sango nearly changed her mind. The word 'wreck' seemed to be etched across his forehead.

"So you're actually going to let me drive it?"

She put a head Inuyasha her hands. "Maybe not—unless you drive cars slower than motorbikes."

"Sango, that one instance was necessary. Imagine what would've happened if I didn't…"

She sighed Inuyasha defeat: he was right. "Hai."

"Imagine how empty and depressed I would've been without you, Sango," he whispered now, nearing her lips. She closed the space between them, but quickly let go at Inuyasha next comment.

"Are we going to Blockbuster, or are you two going to continue making out Inuyasha the front seats?"

Kagome growled. She didn't want them to stop—not just yet. Not until Inu got it through his thick skull how much Inuyasha love they were. If only he were open with his feelings…

Sango blushed. "Oh yea, Blockbuster…" she started, but was cut off by Miroku's lips again. Inu rolled his eyes, staring out the window. She groaned as he pushed her back gently, so that he towered over, knocking a couple CDs down to the floor of the car.

"I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to get used to it, Inuyasha,"

He released her, grinning widely at the look on Inu's face. He grabbed his throat and pretended to gag.

So his moves had been kind of random. But no… just the thought of the night that he could've had her taken away from him had made him want to take Inuyasha the aura of the angel before him, to keep her close. There never be a another man, ever, to lift a fist at her like Natsu had. Never.

He started driving, turning Inuyasha to a small Blockbuster. Parking, he pushed his door open and navigated to the other side, opening Sango's for her.

"After you, mi' lady," he said, as she stepped out, followed by Kagome, who clung to her friend's shirt with a grip like a vice.

They walked into the store, Miroku stuffing his hands Inuyasha his pocket as they split up and searched for the movie Inuyasha question. Hearing a voice behind him, he turned around.

"Miroku? Is that you?"

"Well. Mitoyo. It seems as though I'm running into all of my dear, old high school friends."

A girl with dark brown hair that hardly went past her shoulders stared at him, stars almost literally shining Inuyasha her equally dark brown eyes. She had a cheerleader-ish build, and was flaunting it off with skirt barely covering her rump, and a sweater over a belly top. One of his famous ex-girlfriends.

"You are, aren't you? Oh, its so good to see you again, 'Roku-kun! I've been thinking about you for ages…"
She slurred the ages part, lifting her eyes up to as though to make her look her attractive, but the gesture was only revolting to Miroku. Seeing that he wasn't reacting, she came closer, rubbing circles on his chest with her finger.

"Hey, 'Roku? How about we go ahead and—try to relive the past…"

"I found the movie." Sango appeared behind him, a DVD case Inuyasha her hand, looking at both at them with disapproval and a touch of hurt.

"Oh great, it's the he-woman."

"It's the skank."

"You just got your clothes from a dollar shop, didn't you?"

"No, but my mother went and tells me that yours was Inuyasha line getting you a couple rubbers, since you've been banging for your pocket money to fix that ugly face of yours."

"If I did, I'd donate all of that money to you, Lord knows you'd need that plastic surgery a whole lot more than I do. Ah well, there are less fortunate people Inuyasha this world."

She batted her eyelashes, as though to make her look intimidating, and Sango stepped forward, her fist Inuyasha the air. "Why you…"

"Stop this," Miroku said, his face heating up. He couldn't bear hearing anyone call his Sango ugly. Mitoyo placed a hand on her hip and looked up at him with wanna-be-puppy-dog eyes.

"Are you trying to tell me that you're defending the he-woman?" she said.

"I would prefer if you would call my fiancée by her actual name, but yes, I am," he grasped Sango's hand. "Let's go, Sango."

Sango turned slightly just to see the flabbergasted look on Mitoyo's face as they promptly beckoned Inuyasha and Kagome over and walked out of the door holding hands. Inuyasha shrugged as he walked by the still gaping girl, his keen ears capturing the words, "They told me they'd get together…"
Kagome clung to his arm as they slumped back into the Camry, finding a blushing Sango and an understanding-looking Miroku already there.

"I know… I really shouldn't have blown up like that… I'm sorry if I embarrassed you…"

"You didn't. She deserved that… I can't stand there and have someone insult you like that," he said, then added, "I'm glad you take care of yourself so well, Sango. Because I've always wondered, when we officially start our life together, I won't always be home or at the store with you, and you could get hurt. There are too many Natsu's Inuyasha this world…"

He turned, just noticing that Inuyasha and Kagome were Inuyasha the back seat already.

"All right then. The girls' dorm or the guys?"

"Guys, for once. We always go to our side, and besides, its not fair that Sango knows what your rooms look like and I don't," Kagome interjected.

"Feh. They're worse than yours, trust me."

"You know how many people have said that to me to make me feel better about what I have? Trust me, yours are better. And then they turn out to be lying and make me feel low? I'm not stupid, you know!"

"That's news."

She had the word 'sit' on the tip of her tongue, about to force him into the ground, but remembered that this was Sango's precious car and by wrecking it she would either lose her friend forever or end up paying so much for it that she would be kicked out of college.

She had discovered the use of the word, 'sit,' and actually found the situation quite funny, that any one with a the aura of a miko could make him slam his head into the ground involuntarily. After a couple dates, Kagome was on the verge of leaving him because, with every two sentences she said, he slumped to the floor. It was really annoying, as though he were more interested Inuyasha the way the ground tasted than she herself. But he begged her (begged) for another chance, and she gave it, trying to figure out what was wrong.

Years ago, an old miko had given it to his parents so they could control him. When they had found him, he was an eight year old brat with no home, arrogant to the very bone and stealing for his needs. They had taken him Inuyasha, not exactly to his consent, and he didn't exactly change his ways quickly. He had always been intelligent, but he ruined it by hanging out with gang-related buddies and abusing drugs. His mother cried every day over him, because they had only adopted him to give him a better life, but he wasn't using it. He was destroying it. Millions of magazine clippings had littered the room of books that could help Inuyasha child nurturing, and just because they felt spiritually drained, they sent him to a woman to pick up a package. The lady had arranged a plan with his parents, and a minute later, he had those cursed prayer beads around his neck.

So when he started dating Kagome, she brought a notebook with her, and wrote down almost every sentence and his response- that is, his physical movement. After about a month, when he was getting annoyed at her, she finally circled all the sentences Inuyasha which had the word 'sit' Inuyasha them, and tried out the word right then and there. Since then, funnily enough, they had been going steady.

Miroku parked Inuyasha the campus, helping Sango out of the car and waiting for Inuyasha and 'his lady' to come out as well. Kagome stretched her legs, letting her spine crack.

"My legs feel like jello."

"Do you want me to carry you?"

"That'd be pleasant."

He ran off with Kagome on his back, yelling at their top of their voices all sorts of silly, nonsensical phrases at whoever was unlucky enough to pass by, laughing their heads off, as he took her to his dorm.

"Ah, yes. I have the idea that they are the most obnoxious pair Inuyasha the world," Miroku whispered, earning a snicker of agreement from Sango.

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The movie was midway-through, but Inuyasha and Kagome had not joined them to see it.

"That stinks, I think they ditched us."

"They must be preoccupied…" Miroku whispered suggestively into her ear, and she gently pushed him away, smiling. "You hentai. You'll never change."

He ruffled his hair. "Am I supposed to change? I would gladly do so for you, hime…. Though I still think we should make use of our alone time as well…"

He smashed his mouth onto hers, rolling over on the bed they were lying on to watch the movie. She groaned, and they both opened their mouths at the same time to give each other entrance, her arms around his neck as he continued to torture her lips, occasionally breaking the kiss to peck her nose or her forehead, but always finding the way back to the origin. Testing her curves with his hands, he let himself trail down to her hips, then come back again, lifting her shirt slightly so he could see skin, but nothing else.

The doorknob shook.

"Oh my gosh," Sango rolled out from under him, and rushed to the door, and opened it, revealing an annoyed looking Kagome, her boyfriend quite content, though.

"Hey, Sango. Sorry that we're late. What have we missed? I had to make ramen noodles for this dope over here."

"Yea. I was hungry. It was good."

"Next time you do it yourself, you baka!"

Inuyasha didn't retaliate. "Sure…anything for that stuff."

"That stupid ramen is more important than me?"

"Its not stupid, and maybe it is!"

"Are you saying that it is?"

"No…yes…maybe…"

"SIT, boy!"

There was a loud crash as the unfortunate hanyou found his way to the ground, cowering under an angry-looking Kagome.

"You are a pain! Get inside here! Get inside here and watch the movie!"

"I can't, your spell hasn't worn off yet!"

Kagome snorted, walking Inuyasha and slamming the dorm door shut just as he was able to get on his feet. He winced, though he wasn't Inuyasha any sort of pain, but just because of the exasperation this girl was giving him, telling him to get inside, but then slamming the door Inuyasha his face.

'Isn't that supposed to be a mood swing, like the pregnant lady's get?'

"Kagome! Open up, I'm begging you!"

Miroku smirked, and Inuyasha his sitting position pulled Sango next to him. She blushed at the closeness, laughing as Albert (Inuyasha the movie) tried to dance.

"Aw man, I'm missing that part! C'mon Kags…"

"No!"

"…you're more important to me than ramen could ever be. Now open the door!" his voice was low and monotonous, as though he were annoyed that Inuyasha order to watch the end of one of his favorite movies, he had to tell this to a fuming woman.

The door swung open, and a cheerful-looking Kagome pulled him Inuyasha, closing it and slumping on her bed.

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Inuyasha and Kagome were snoring by the end of the movie, wrapped Inuyasha each others arms. His ears twitched every minute or so at first, but then eventually stopped.

Miroku put his head on her shoulder. "Sango…"

"Hai…"

"Did I tell you that I love you?"

She smiled.

"A million times today, yes."

"I love you, Sango. You make that a million and one."
His breath tickled then skin on her neck.

"So… do you still play?"

Sango grinned, shifting her hand through her hair.
"Play what?"

Admittedly, Sango used to be a serious band geek. The piano, because her adopted parents played and it sounded nice, the guitar because she had always wanted to, and her worst, the drums, just because she liked beating on things. Admittedly, she had given up drums Inuyasha the first year, and still played the piano a bit, but the guitar was always her favorite. However, since college had started, a year or so ago, she hadn't touched it.

But it was like learning how to ride a bike. Once you learn, you can't forget, no matter how long its been.

"Guitar. You still play, don't you?"

"Yea… but my old guitar's at home and Kohaku accidentally broke a couple strings. Plus, I'm probably really rusty."

He grinned, then stood up, leaving the room for a minute, then coming back with a huge gift wrapped Inuyasha crème wrapping paper.

"For you…"

Sango blushed, taken by surprise. Miroku seemed to be a master of surprises: he managed to catch someone off their guard without making up lies.

She tore off the paper quietly, so to not wake up the two lovebirds, and gasped as the 'surprise' slowly unraveled.

"Miroku… you didn't…" it was a brand-new guitar, with a strong, ebony handle, and a polished, smooth suface. She strapped it over her arm and strummed the strings softly, tuning it. The tears were stinging her eyes as she repeated, "you didn't… you didn't…"

"I did," he put an arm around her shoulder, ignoring the bulk of the instrument.

"Oh gosh… I don't know what to say…"
He smiled.

"Don't speak. Play… play and sing for me… just like you will when we get settled."

She wiped the few tears that had fallen from her face, strumming the strings softly, opening her mouth to sing, but then, losing herself, started sobbing again, putting her head on his shoulder.

"You've spent so much on me… time, money (a lot of it), love… you've spent everything… am I worth it? Are you sure…?"

He silenced her with a finger, whispering softly, "Just play and sing. For me… and we'll call it even."

She sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her hands again, and strummed the strings for a third time. Her foot instinctively tapping out a beat, she softly began to sing,

"You smelled so good, it was enticing…

The way you smiled, got me excited

But you never seem to see what I

See Inuyasha you

But how am I supposed to bring up,

The way I feel, but I know there's no luck

'Cuz your arms are not around me,

but around some other girl…

And I wanna

Take the nearest flight away from here

Far far away…

Cuz even though her heart's only whispering,

Mine's screaming your name…

And it says,

Even when you're with me,

You're looking at someone else.

Making out on that curbside

With some Mini-Skirt girl…

And I say,

Look at her; she's so lucky,

Doesn't know what she's got, does she?

Flirtin' around like its no one's business.

Gaping at him, likes he's Saint Nick at Christmas…

And you know, that I know

That I'm better than that

But she still has you…"

She stopped singing, biting her lip as the words she had thought of right on top of her head echoed back Inuyasha her mind, reminding her what she was singing about and who she was singing to. Her heart beat vigorously, thumping inside her chest. The words were familiar… she had used them before, but couldn't remember when…

Miroku was gazing at her, taking Inuyasha every single utterance. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of her smooth, soft voice, yet at the same time thinking of the damage he had done to her heart over the years.

"Don't stop," he whispered, his blue eyes shimmering.

She breathed Inuyasha, letting the words flow. 'She truly is an artist,' he thought. 'Coming up with these words so quickly. I wonder how she possibly got a B Inuyasha language…'

"And this screaming heart of mine

Won't be quieted until you hold me tight.

It wants you more than logic tells me,

It should, but you don't care about me

So what am I doing to myself

Allowing you to play with my head

When I already said this aching heart

Wouldn't be broken again…"

Inuyasha ears were twitching again, eventually creating a beat with each flicker, and Kagome stirred. Where was this voice coming from? It was echoing Inuyasha her head, and each syllable was soft and angelic, just like her normal every day voice, but purer…

"Even when you're with me,

You're looking at someone else.

Making out on that curbside

With some Mini-Skirt girl…

And I say,

Look at her, she's so lucky,

Doesn't know what she's got, does she?

Flirtin' like its nobody's business.

Gaping at him, likes he's Santa Claus at Christmas…

Doesn't know what she's got, does she?
She's got y-o-u…

Oh, baby, you'll never understand,

Oh, baby…

I want you to be my man,

I think I'm Inuyasha love with you,

Don't turn me down. Don't turn me down

My heart is screaming,

(Don't turn me down),

My soul is begging…

Don't turn me down…

Oh…

Even when you're with me,

You're looking at someone else.

Making out on that curbside

With some Mini-Skirt girl…

And I say,

Look at her, she's so lucky,

Doesn't know what she's got, does she?

Flirtin' like its nobody's business.

Gaping at him, likes he's Santa Claus at Christmas…

Doesn't know what she's got, does she?
She's got y-o-u…

"

Her voice dwindled away, and Kagome opened her eyes, disappointed that it had ended already. Peeking over Inuyasha shoulder, she peered at the two of them, at Sango's tomato-red blush and Miroku's comforting, friendly smile. He leaned over, pecking her lightly, and then whispered,

"Is that how you felt before?"

She turned to him, carefully pulling the guitar from her shoulder. "Yea. It was. Miroku…" she paused, still red, then looked up again at his expression, which was just egging her on, breathed Inuyasha, and continued. "I felt like if I decided one day to dress up Inuyasha a tube top and a mini-skirt and pile my face with make-up, you might like me too, and maybe hold me like you always held those other girls…"

He sighed, then started… "They never meant anything to me, Sango. I was conceited… badly… then. And I knew it. It was all to make me feel like a 'man'… but I always ended up feeling like a jerk instead. And I'm sorry I put you through it all… I guess I was trying to deny my feelings for you… though I didn't know for sure at first… But when did you start for me, Sango?"
She smiled, her eyes still shining with tears an her face sprayed only lightly now with pink, "You do remember how we met, don't you?"

"How could I forget? I received the hardest slap ever on that day…"

. Flashback .

Sango walked down the unfamiliar route to her middle school, sighing. This was the first day ever of middle school for her, and she was shaking, almost literally, from head to toe, partly Inuyasha anticipation of all the privileges older kids got, but also because she was nervous.

Most of her friends had transferred to a fancy-pantsy private school on the other side of town, but as Sango's father (who was alive at the time, but her mother disappeared when she was younger, and was presumed as dead) worked at the school, she had to stay.

She walked down the hallways now, smoothing down her skirt, which barely reached her knees. Sighing loudly, she spun around the corner, glancing at her scheduele. All those numbers and words were making her dizzy. Inuyasha elementary all you had to do was sit down Inuyasha one class the entire day, then get up for lunch and recess. She could imagine the soreness of her legs from just walking around the enormous school.

After a few periods of just explanations, Sango meandered down the halls again, heading for her locker, but loaded with books. One of the older boys found it funny to stick out a foot and trip the first-year, so she—well—fell down. Hard.

Just as she was about to chase after the boy and teach him a lesson the teacher's couldn't, someone reached out a hand to help her up. She lifted her eyes to see purple-blue ones, which were filled with concern. But the slight up tilt of his lips showed that he found her situation amusing as well.

"Hey, you'd better take care of yourself."
She narrowed an eye inquisitively, skeptically staring down at his hand, as though it were a dangerous snake that was asking for a person to fish a piece of glass from its throat. Seeing her hesitation, he laughed good-naturedly and said, "My hand doesn't bite, you'll find."

She grasped it, then lifted herself up, dusting off her skirt and tugging on it, then grabbing her books.

"Aya… where's my History—"

She lifted her head to find that he was holding it out to her. She took it from him.

"Arigauto,--- " she paused, trying to get him to fill the empty space with his name.

"Miroku Houshi. And you, bishojo, are…?"

She blushed. So he thought she was pretty. Or was that just part of his playful scam? This boy's name was familiar… it suddenly rang a bell. He was Houshi, who had invited her to a pool party when they were eight and dunked her. Yes, she could never forget, but at the same time, never remember him being this cute…?

"Sango Ginzuishou."

He reached his hand out for her to shake again, and she took it again. A second later, she peered at the dreamy look on his face, and then noticed that something was rubbing on the inside of her skirt.

It seemed as though the snake did, Inuyasha fact, bite.

Inuyasha a quick WHAM that shook the ground, Sango let her hands fly. She repeatedly let him feel the sharp pain of her palm against his face, before picking up her book, if he had not had enough, and slamming it against his head.

"You hentai!"

"Agh! Wait! My hand just—slipped…"

"You're a lousy liar too! Ugh!"

"Wait! Ouch! Don't—ow! We're going to be—hey!—late for class!"

She finally stopped hitting him, mumbling something unthinkable under her breath, then scooped up her books again before sending him the deadliest glare he had seen Inuyasha his life.

By the time she got to her last period, Sango had remembered the names of almost everyone she had met, namely Miroku, who happened to be Inuyasha her class. Frowning and making sure she didn't make eye contact with him, she tried to convince herself that she had made a new enemy that day—who had to be alienated. She growled as he approached her, pulling out the chair next to her and giving her the most innocent smile she could imagine coming from him.

Glaring at him, she stuck her nose into her book before hearing that annoying voice again.

"Sango-chan…"

"That's Ginzuishou-san to you, Houshi."

"But Sango, I thought we were close!"

"Houshi—"

Just then, the fire alarm went off, along with the sprinklers, drenching all of the kids with water, along with the computers. Jumping up at the sudden wet sensation, Sango heard a buzzing voice over the intercom, "Room 202 has been affirmed to be on fire… teachers, guide the students out of the building immediately…"

Room 202, huh. Wait… Room 202!

Sango rushed out of the door before the teacher could object, the tears stinging her eyes.

"Papa," she whispered, not caring that her skirt was flying up and that she could get into serious trouble. Speeding up the stairs, she wiped a bit of sweat from her eyebrow as she turned left into the room, ignoring the footsteps behind her.
"Papa! Papa!" She stared Inuyasha to see her father slumped on the floor, the flame licking his clothes, and setting his mustache aflame. The tears were flowing freely, but a teeny glimmer of hope was gathered Inuyasha her, and she rushed into the burning room, dodging the flaming tile that was falling at her feet, running up to her burning father.

She was shocked at what she saw. The fire was hot, she knew, but his arms had virtually disintegrated into ashes, leaving a thin layer of burned, still-semi moist flesh and bone. And to make matters worse, his face was still intact, despite the flames that were chewing at his mustache, giving him the look of a man who had been devoured. The horrid sight was stuck Inuyasha her mind, and she stood for a second, unmoving, just as another tile prepared to crash down over her head.

She smelled a whiff of Axe through the smoke, and then next thing she knew, she had blacked out.

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"Sango-chan. Sango-chan. Wake up, hime…"
She lifted her eyelids dreamily, staring up at the purple-blue eyes that were staring down at her, now full of concern and no amusement.

"Thank kami. You're fine."

The thought of her father erupted into her mind, of him Inuyasha flame, and then of her brother, who was at the elementary and had no idea what had just happened.

"I'm not fine, Miroku… I am most definitely not fine… My father… my chichi-ue…" She exploded into tears, lifting herself up onto his chest, the tears wetting his shirt…"What happened…? Tell me all, I want to know…"

"They think it started when a candle fell onto a bunch of papers by the curtain. Of course, you can tell what caught on fire, and it got to the ceiling. Your dad was taking a nap and didn't realize what was going on until the fire alarm actually went off… luckily it was his conference period, so his was the only fatality… Your brother is coming, he knows… shh… Sango, be strong. I know what you're going through…"

Her tears came good and strong now, and she began to bang her fists against his chest, enraged. "You know…? No, you don't, you never could! My mother's gone, my father's dead, my little brother is nine years old for crying out loud and doesn't know two things about stuff like this, and we're now orphans! You say you know what I'm going through?"

He let her hit him.

"I'm adopted. My father and mother perished when I was very young. I know how you feel. Be glad you have a little bit of your family left, because I did not get that as my consolation prize."

She stared up, her tears still flowing, and her hands fisted, and opened her mouth to speak. He lifted his right hand to stop her, exposing a circular burn Inuyasha the palm, the raw flesh red.

"Ohh! Miroku…! What happened—"

"When I jumped inside to stop that tile from crashing onto you, I grabbed hold of the carpet to stop you from catching on fire. It's nothing too big for the doctor's to sort out, don't worry about it."

"I dunno what to say, Miroku…"

"Then say nothing at all. Stay calm, keep your brother close, and continue living. There is something good Inuyasha store for you; everything happens for a reason."

He was right. His adopted parents accepted Kohaku and her into their home until someone could adopt them, they didn't even accept the foster parent money, but let the children have a good home. During the year or so that they stayed at his house, they became inseperable, closer than friends but less than a couple.

And he hadn't groped her once since then, as to not remind her of that terrible first-day.

End flashback.

Miroku sighed, the instance replaying itself over Inuyasha his head. "Yes. Like it was yesterday."
Sango held onto his hand, tracing the burn with her forefinger, smiling as she remembered what he had sacrificed for her.

"Well, it was since then. From the first day. But I didn't want to believe it."

He lifted her chin Inuyasha his hand. "Why not, Sango?"

"Because of your little mini-skirt girl fan club…"

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Kagome stared at them, not blinking once, as they continued to spill out their feelings. She felt a nudging pain to wake Inuyasha up and get him to talk to, but knew without asking what his answers would be, "Whatever, who cares," and possibly, "Feh."

She sighed, causing both Sango and Miroku to turn to face her, along with the sleeping puppy who immediately shot up, shocked at the position they were Inuyasha.

"What do you want?"

She sighed again, biting her lip as she thought of the chance of Inuyasha and herself ever ending up like Sango and Miroku. The answer popped Inuyasha her head, zero. He was not the kind of guy she could see herself with. Sure he'd be fun and help her with her trig, but he wasn't the kind to open up and talk, the kind to be intimate or warm, or to be caring for anyone other than himself and his current girl. The tears began to roll down her cheeks, and she rushed into the bathroom to hide them, leaving a flabbergasted Inuyasha on the bed, eyes wide.

"What the-?"

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She wiped the tears again, the salty liquid flowing into her throat everytime she opened her mouth to breathe. Rubbing them, she let her hair fall forward, then jolted up from the toilet seat when she heard the doorknob click. She had locked it, of course, so why…?
Inuyasha burst Inuyasha, pulling his claw slowly from the knob, looking down at her with sad, longing eyes. An expression she had never seen, or expected to see, on his face. Strangely enough, it made him look hot.

"Kagome…"

She lifted up her eyes to his, wiping the remainder of her tears away.

"Have I done something? I don't want you to hurt because of me…"

"No, you haven't." The answer was an attempt to be firm, but it had definitely failed.

"Kagome—I don't want to lose you. I love you. Tell me what's wrong!"

She gasped. It was the first time he had ever said that he loved her, even though they'd been going steady for ages.

"Inuyasha, there's nothing wrong. I just—felt kind of—upset. I dunno…"

"Because Miroku and Sango are getting all lovey-dovey and we aren't?"

As selfish and silly as it sounded, Kagome had to admit that he was right. He was nearing her, his fangs piercing his bottom lip as he bit it, as though to stop the 'word vomit' that was coming up from escaping.

"Kagome, I don't want us to move quickly. It sounds stupid, but the last time I sped into a relationship, it crashed and burned. You've helped me recover… I need you, Kagome. And if you want us to be 'lovey-dovey' too, I guess I'll just have to deal with it."

With that, he attacked her lips with his own, pulling her into a tight embrace. She had never kissed anyone so heatedly before, she was enjoying the way he was rubbing at her back, and how he moaned softly into her mouth when she began torturing his puppy-dog ears. His hands wandered up her shirt, caressing the skin on it gently, but still roughly massaging her tongue with his own, until they finally released each other Inuyasha order to breath.

"Inu---"

"Shh… Kagome, I have to get back to my dorm. They won't allow us to stay like this, a guy Inuyasha a girl's dorm, for much longer. I have to leave… remember, I love you, Kagome… and I hope that was 'lovey-dovey' enough."

And he left the bathroom as quickly as he had come.

(hahaha! I have done a small Inu/Kag part! If you love this pairing, the moment is over, and there is only Mir/San after this point! Hahahahaha! Haha! Harharhar… cough cough "

She let her fingertips glide across her lips, not caring that she had swept up two small droplets of blood that had come from his fangs. Her head was spinnng. That was the first time he'd kissed her too… even though it had been almost a year since they started going out… She washed her face, ridding it of the dried tears.

Eventually, the situation was explained, half-way at least. It appeared that Sango had let Inu come face to face with her fist of doom once more to bring him to his senses, but she didn't care. He was hers, her prince charming, her hanyou.

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Day Sixty- Nine

Sango sat at her desk, her adopted mother exploring the dorm, then giving out little whoops of joy every now and then. She sighed. The hundreds of magazines, booklets and photo albums were almost swallowing her. If it hadn't been for the fact that she herself was hopelessly tired from a day of endless learning, she would've definitely complained.

"Okaan-san… why don't I just get someone to design a dress for me?" She peered over at her mother, Koharu, who was now pacing the room happily.

"Dear, that's just too expensive. The dresses are costly as it is, you know."

She had to admit that she was right. Biting her lip, she circled a picture of a long white dress, that seemed to be made out of a warm sort of satin. That, so far, was the only dress out of all the papers that wouldn't make her look like some sort of Snow Beast.

"Your fiancé, he's that boy that you lived with when we adopted you, isn't he?"

"Hai, he is."

"That flirtatious hentai?"

"Men can change, Koharu. You know that."

She blushed. Her husband had been an excessive gambler at first (as you could see, he still had little petty money bets with Kohaku) and had almost drained them of their earnings.

"I suppose so, but keep an eye on—"

Right then, the door opened, and the 'flirtatious hentai' Inuyasha question entered, a look of surprise on his face.

"Oh. Koharu. I didn't expect to see you here. Well, then, it's a pleasure."
He looked at the two women, one of them blushing because he had walked Inuyasha whilst she was talking about him, the other smiling brightly.

He took his mother-Inuyasha-law's hand and kissed it. She smiled.

Then he leaned over his fiancée, putting his arms around her neck. "I see you are working on the wedding?"

"No duh, Miroku. Get off. You're choking me."
He obliged, looking down at the millions of papers before separating them with a hand. He reached Inuyasha and grabbed a picture of this beautiful dress, a unique one, actually short like a skirt, but with satin tress that closed up over Inuyasha that hung about 10 feet away from her, clipped up attached the sleeveless main with one large rose. (A/N: My mom designed her own wedding dress: I kind of adopted the style from it. But when I saw the pictures, I was like: whoa, mom! That was one hot dress!)

"How about this?"

Sango wheeled around and Koharu snatched it from him. "Beautiful. But the price… One thousand two hundred dollars for a dress?"

"You said they were expensive, okaan-san. 'Roku, it's gorgeous. We'll take it."

At that, she jumped from her seat as though it were binding her, then hugged Miroku tightly, as though thanking him for releasing her from the evil chair of doom.

"You go ahead and finish the rest, okaan-san. I really don't care what you pick. Me and 'Roku just need some sleep." She tossed a magazine at her mother, who stumbled and caught it, before opening the door and leaving to Miroku's dorm.

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Day Seventy-Two

Kagome rushed over to Sango at lunch, the day of her wedding rehearsal (There's a specific name for it, I just don't know what, so just help me out) as always, squeezing Inuyasha by her, as she played with her food.

"Just like when we first met, huh?" Kagome said, smiling. "Turning your meal into mush."

Sango managed a slight grin, before turning to Kagome and saying, "Do you think I'm ready for this?"

The question even surprised her. Of course she was ready, she knew that, but all her life she had it planned that marriage would come after medical school.

"Do you love him?"

"Hai, with all my heart."

"Then you're ready. Now hurry up and finish mutilating your carrots so you can get there on time."
Sango nodded, her ponytail flying out from side to side, as she quickly grabbed her tray and placed it on the conveyor belt to the kitchens. "Arigauto, Kags. Would you mind—you know, staying as my maid of honor?"

Kagome gaped at her. Surely she thought that Sango would have closer female friends—but, how could she say no? It was an honor! (duh)

"It'd be an honor! Gosh, Sango!"

"I'll take that as a yes, I was going to ask you eventually. Talk to my mom about the dresses, I really didn't go Inuyasha depth with those."

"Hai. Sayonara, then, Sango-chan! Good luck!"

"Bye, then, Kags. I hope Miroku is ready. The only thing I'm going to regret about wedding him is that he hates schedules. I wonder how he got through high school."

Kagome laughed. "Well, for once, the 'schedule-hater' has arrived on time."

Turning her head to see who she was talking about, she placed her head Inuyasha her hands as Miroku slyly walked by, whispering, "I don't really hate schedules if they involve the two of us, Hime-dearest."

Sango giggled, taking the hand that Miroku was offering her as they walked towards the glass doors. They were silent as they went down the stairs, as they started for the car.

Finally…

"'Roku?"

"Hm?"

"Are you sure about this? I mean—marriage—that's strong commitment…are you sure you won't flirt or anything… I give you permission to look, but—"

"You do not trust me, Sango-chan?"

She froze at his question, and he took the chance to turn her to face him, grasping her hands as her mouth moved wordlessly, looking like a fish out of water.

"It's quite all right, Sango. I understand that my reputation is not exactly clear when it comes to relationships, but that was because none of them were out of love. Sango, I promise to be faithful. I will not let my eyes feast on anyone other than you, no matter how strong the temptation."

She blushed, biting her bottom lip, guilt overcoming her. She shouldn't have spoken—she knew Miroku. Even though he acted as though it was natural for her ask that, she could tell that he was slightly hurt that she would think that of him.

"Gomen ne, Miroku-kun…"

"No need to be sorry, let's get to the rehearsal (help! What is actual word!)," then, more cheerily, "I hear we get to test the foods."

"And say our vows. Did you memorize yours?"

"Hai. And you?"

"Of course, 'Roku, do you think I want to be stumbling over lines at the wedding?"

"But you know the best part?"

Sango stared at him, trying to decifer his meaning through the expression on his face. "The cake?"

He smiled, the old manic glint Inuyasha his eye coming up. "No. We get to make out Inuyasha front of about a hundred people, and no one will complain of PDA."

Instinctively, Sango whacked him across the face. "Hentai!" As soon as she did so, her hand darted to her lips, and she quickly started muttering apologies.

Smiling, he rubbed his cheek, stopping her from speaking by placing a single finger on her lips.

"Sh, it was impulse. Besides, it brings back old times." He snickered, his lone hand sneaking to her behind and tapping it lightly. She jumped forward, stopping herself with great effort from hitting him again, instead yelling,

"Quit it, Houshi!"

"That will be your name as well Inuyasha a while, you know."

"That's why I'll be abusing it as much as I can until I have to give up my own!"

Sango treasured her surname, which meant, 'Silver crystal.' She had pondered on it for years as a child, wondering how a crystal possibly could be made of silver, then finally came to the conclusion that the crystal was indeed not silver, but a normal one, which whoever made up her last name decided that it looked like it was of silver color.

Miroku laughed, crossing over to the driver's seat before she could protest. "You really are going to miss being, 'Ginzuishou-san,' aren't you?"

"Hai, but who cares? Let's get going," she sighed, "I want to try the cake flavors."

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After more and more family greeted them, and they signed the numerous marital papers until their wrists hurt, Miroku led his best friend-turned-fiancée into an isolate area where no one else could bug them.

"Ah, no more Aunt Musaki tugging on our cheeks, then?" Sango asked jokingly, watching as Miroku massaged his own.

"Thank kami for that too," he breathed, "because if that continued, my cheeks would sag down like a bulldog's."

She giggled, then pulled out a nearby box of chocolates out of the hundreds their extended family had brought for them. Picking one out and holding it over to Miroku, she refrained a giggle as he took it gently from her fingers with his teeth, purposely caressing them with his tongue as he did so. He had the candy down Inuyasha a gulp, and she smiled dreamily, saying, "My turn."

He did the same for her, but as she neared it, he accidentally slipped, smearing a bit of chocolate on her cheek. She shrugged it off, slipping the toffee (okay, so my parents lived Inuyasha Britain for a while, so I consider toffee to be any kind of candy) from his fingers, smiling as the intoxicating mixture of milk, sugar, and cacao beans slid down her throat.

"Yummy," she whispered, feeding him another.

He took it, then grabbed the last chocolate. She waited for the usual procedure, but then looked up, finding it between his teeth, his eyes searching into her own, daring her to take it from him. Shrugging again, she leaned over and covered his lips with her orifice, slowly pulling it from his teeth's firm grip by sucking like a vacuum, before it finally popping through, but not without smearing on the side of Miroku's face.

They looked like a pair of school kids who went wild with their candy, the sugary brown mixture forming a coat of gloss on their lips. She laughed.

"You look funny, 'Roku."

"So do you." He chuckled.
Still laughing, she attempted to wipe her face with the back of her hand, only resulting Inuyasha a large smear.

"We need to clean ourselves up," she said.

"I strongly agree. I have the perfect portable washcloth, too, my dear hime, if you would permit me--?"

Expecting some sort of facial tissue, she nodded.

He walked over to her end of the table towards her, running his tongue down her cheeks and her lips, almost like a dog begging for affection. She gasped.

"Miroku!"

Yes, their corner was isolated, but it wasn't Inuyasha a separate room. And those who had been searching for the couple to congratulate them and pinch their cheeks even more had eventually located them Inuyasha this—how you say—awkward position. He didn't release her though, but murmured, "What's the matter," into her ear, before looking up and seeing himself.

He swore quickly under his breath.

"Should we outrun them, or live with it?"

"As adults, we should probably endure the embarrassment of being caught tangled Inuyasha each other, however, this situation calls for a compromise. Let's run."

She grabbed her purse and tugged on his arm, pushing him into the nearest room and following him. As soon as she went inside, she froze.

It was moist and warm and the air was extremely heavy. She remembered dirt. Lots of it. Being piled onto her head, she remembered—death…

"Miroku… I change my mind… Let's go face them…"

He looked down at her and nodded. "Are you claustrophobic?"

"No… I just don't like moist, musty places… I have nightmares of being buried alive sometimes."

"You do?"

"Yea."

He held her close, then said softly. "Don't worry, Sango, we'll leave."

There was a cheer from outside, and someone said, "Well, at least he's considerate…"

She opened the door to meet the said extended family. Flushing, she watched as Miroku suffered under Koharu's sister, Mani, who was currently pulling his cheeks out. A couple teenage girls snuck up behind him and stole his hairtie, and his shoulder length hair fell down.

"Ah, yes, though I strongly suggest you cover up your PDA here, I believe he will be quite the 'tiger' Inuyasha your more personal times…"

They both flushed red.

"Oh, we forgive you. When Matsuku and I were engaged, we did horrid things Inuyasha front of other people…"

'Oh no,' Sango thought, trying to see ways out of the crowd. 'Not the 'on the beach' story again.'

Grasping Miroku's hand, she said loudly, "We have to go, Auntie, but we'll be back. We haven't finished… um… "

"Testing the cake!"

"Yes! We need to pick our flavor!"

And at that, they fled at full speed towards the door, considering the fact that the main part of the rehearsal was over, so they could leave. However, the 'Okaan-san' spoiled everything by yelling back at them,

"But Sango! You already said you wanted chocolate!"

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They climbed into the car, keeling over to catch their breaths.

"Sango," he managed to choke out, quickly closing the door.

"Yes?"

"Your family has made sure that we never are divorced. I have been convinced that I do not ever want to go through this 'wedding' thing again."

She giggled, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. "Well, I'll have to thank them, then, won't I?"

"Ah, not really…" he whispered, taking her face Inuyasha his hands to bring her closer, "I would never give up my dear hime for anything… not money… not fame… not…."

"A whole hoard of girls?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"Um…"

Her glare suddenly became deadly, and she crossed her arms, slouching back Inuyasha her seat.

"You know I was joking, right?"

Sango turned to let him see her expression. Apparently, by the death-glare she was giving him, she did not know.

"Sango…"

"All right, all right…"

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(Day Ninety-Four

Miroku opened his eyes, the sweat collected on his brow. Shifting slightly, he found himself ramming into a prescence next to him. Smiling, remembering the events of the previous night, he held her close, and lay there, just listening to her slow, steady breaths.

After a while, he checked the clock. It was still a school night, therefore, they still had to wake up early. The time, five o'clock, seemed adequate. Shaking her slightly, he found himself pleased that she was still bare. She didn't stir.

A mischievous smile crossed his face, and he slowly began to kiss down her neck, letting his ears feast themselves on the delighted, groggy moans escaping her throat, the hum making his inner ear tickle.

And she suddenly jolted awake.

"Mi—Miroku!"

"Gomen ne, Sango-chan. It was the only way to get you to get up, hime…"

"The only way! Are you kidding—oh my goodness, it's five-thirty already…!"

She jolted out of bed, the sheet slipping off and revealing her to the world—okay, slight exaggeration—to Miroku. Turning as red as a rose, she grabbed the sheets to cover herself up, and as she did so, pulled them almost clearly off of the bed, revealing a large red spot, and a half-nekkid fiancé.

"OMG!" She turned away, breathing heavily. She didn't remember anything, not a thing…

"Food coloring. It was Inuyasha your skirt pocket from the Home Economics class. You got hot while you were asleep, so you took everything else off. Decent explanation?"

(Haha! I bet you thought they had done something, didn't you?)

She flushed. "Yea."
Propping himself up on his elbows, he turned to her, watching as she shyly slid out from the bed, cowering. She tried to avoid his gaze, but he was watching her every step from his position on the mattress, watching as she ran over to the bathroom, still red as anything.

She shut the door behind her, blushing and panting, then searching for her clothes. He was right; she had shattered the bottle of red food coloring she had bought to bring to Family Consumer Sciences, and it had splattered all over her formerly white capris. She sighed, knowing that it was unlikely to ever be the same again.

"I'll dye it later," whispered, grabbing Miroku's towel to put around herself.

She could still remember the hungry eyes that had followed her as she had made her way around the room to the bathroom. Sighing, she opened the door to find him Inuyasha his clothes, changing the sheets.

"Don't you shower?" she gasped, Inuyasha disbelief.

"The night before," he answered, shrugging. She breathed. That wasn't so bad.

"Well, thanks for letting me use your—bed last night."

"Oh, trust me…the pleasure is always mine."

"I think Koharu was right, you hentai never change. Anything gives you bad thoughts."

He walked up to her, loosening her hold on her towel so that she could put her hands on her neck. "When we are around you, my dear Sango, it is impossible for us to change… only you can give me bad thoughts now…"

Their lips connected, and she groaned as he gently pushed his tongue inside her mouth, battling with her own. His hands began to wander around on her back, loosening the towel: it fell. Grunting for him to release her so she could put it back up, he did not heed, but instead, pressed against her, the kiss becoming even stronger… he let go to allow her a breath, then took Inuyasha her ethereal beauty before diving Inuyasha again. She turned her head, and his kiss landed on her cheek. (ooh… rejection… sorry, I really know how to spoil a moment, don't I? On wit da fic!)

"Sango?"

She picked up her towel, her face red. "I have to—go get ready."

He watched as she grabbed her clothes and dashed out of the door, not turning back.

Slumping against the wall, he put his hand on his head.

"Messed up again, didn't I?"
Shaking himself, he rushed to the bathroom, splashing the water on his face repeatedly. He hated the terrified look on her face—as though she were scared of him. That had hurt… it had slashed his heart into two, watching her leave like that…

(Back to Sango)
Her heart thumped inside of her chest. He had been so close—she groaned. What was she talking about? She had made a fool of herself, spoiled such a perfect moment- all for the sake of schoolwork. Knocking her head against the door, she pushed it open, deciding there was no turning back. She'd have to compromise along the way, find a way to apologize…

Kagome was already ready, and was currently flipping through different channels on the TV, gasping when she saw her friend enter. Sango turned to her, one eyebrow up. What good shows came on at five thirty AM?

"Sango! Come check this out!"

Sango turned, not interested. Not even this cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl could bring her up this time.

"What?"

"Come, see, wait… aha! It's back!"

A reporter Inuyasha a casual blouse and skirt appeared on the screen, the name of the program shining Inuyasha pink lights with one large, red rose behind it. It read, 'Toudai's Charms…'

"Today's TV special is featured on Tokyo University, casually known as Toudai. The students here are not only gifted Inuyasha many ways, but hard-working, so what is up with this silly legend? Is it true that people 'pair up' here? When does anyone have time for that?

"Some students say, at 9:00, on the staircase. Editor of the school newsletter Ayame Totugami filled us Inuyasha with this tape, one that proves that Toudai's charms are true."

Kagome stared up at Sango, grinning, expecting some sort of look of surprise on her friend's face. When Sango remained with her usual blank, empty expression, she sighed, turning her gaze back again to the blaring screen.

"Its just some silly thing the Editor made up to make some extra money. Nothing special."

She started walking towards the bathroom, when Kagome screamed,

"No way! Sit back down! If you stopped being all moody, maybe you'd see how important it truly is!"

Sango grunted, grabbing a change of clothing and pulling some underwear on. Fine, she'd agree that one time.

A blurry recording started off with a smiling redhead.

"Aha! I knew I recognized her from somewhere! Her grandfather's famous, he owns all these businesses Inuyasha the Eastern lands! That's Ayame!"

"Hello, and my name is Totugami-san, but I'd like for you to just call me Ayame. This is a tour of Tokyo University for all you freshies, so prepare for your mind to be blown! No more lousy, nasty lunches, and lousy, nasty roomies, so you can pretty much get used to living a luxurious life around here. From the 8 foot tall glass doors… Oh, look, someone's coming through…"

Sango gasped as the camera turned to Miroku, a bouquet of pale blue and white flowers Inuyasha his hand.

"Ooh… I don't know him! (He's hot…) What's with the flowers? Okay, change of plan, guys. Let's get this chum instead."

He ran up the steps, then suddenly froze, and called out her name… or her nick name, at least…

She had turned to him, then run into his arms. They had shared their very first embrace…

And then he had gotten down on one knee… Ayame's excited chatter was blocking all their conversation, but Sango didn't care…

Tears stung her eyes as he lifted her up and carried her out of the University… and she had asked Kagome to put it off?

She turned to the girl, who had a very triumphant look on her face, almost like a four-year-old who painted an unattractive picture and was showing it, smiling, to her mommy. That look, one that only Kagome could make, made the tears come freely.
Giving Kagome an enormous bear hug, she said, "You know, you're now officially my best friend," before rushing out to take a shower.

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Classes went by quickly, and Sango searched around for a sign of Miroku. Finding none, she sighed as she and Kagome sat down at WacDonald's for dinner.

"I think he's angry with me… Kagome, I have no idea what to do…"

"Why would he be angry?"

She told her the story, lowering her volume. Kagome put a hand to her lips, thinking.

"He's not angry," she finally concluded, standing up.

"What do you mean? I left him hanging!"

Kagome picked up her tray, rolling her eyes. Gosh, Sango could be so ignorant sometimes…

"He's not angry. He's probably moping around, thinking he did something wrong, when Inuyasha actual fact it was both of you. Next time, remember that you should take food coloring straight to the Home Ec class, and that if you splatter yourself, you come to our dorm instead of staying at his. He's already thinking, since you're getting married, about kids, and the process, if you know what I mean. He can't really resist it if his hormones are raging, and you're lying there, fresh for the taking, right next to him.

"You gotta understand, Sango. If he was mad, he'd say it to your face. Miroku's that kind of guy: he'll tell you when he's upset. So I suggest you try harder to find him and quit hitting yourself with all the blame."

Wow. At first sight, Kaggers was the ditziest girl a person could ever meet, but within seconds, she had transformed into something almost like a mother.

"Wow. At first sight, you're the ditziest girl I could ever meet. But all of a sudden, you sound like my mother when she's inebriated."

Kagome pouted, but the blush forming on her cheeks clearly showed that she was pleased. Lowering her tray, so that it dangled precariously Inuyasha the palm of one of her hands, she lifted a foot from the floor.

"Ah, shucks… I'm not that great…"

And she proved it by dropping the tray and landing hard on the floor on her rump. Standing up, she rubbed it, before smiling cheerfully and saying,

"C'mon, Sango, chuck the rest. We have a job to do!"
At those words, she snatched Sango's tray from right under her and tossed it all Inuyasha the garbage, then grabbed her friend's hand. At the door, she lifted a finger to the air and yelled out loud, "Doo doo doo doo! Super Kags, to the rescue!" earning herself some pretty awkward looks. Sango keeled over, trying hard to withhold the laughter as the manager came around to see who was disturbing the peace.

"Run!" Kagome whispered to Sango, and, linking their arms into each others, they sprinted out the door, just as a song started to play inside.

Listen to Your Heart…

Laughing and red from running so quickly, they keeled over to stop each other from falling over. Kagome nearly choked, her giggles ringing Inuyasha the ears of the customers inside, that was how loud it was.

Still giggling, Sango finally decided to open her eyes… and found her breath caught Inuyasha her chest, her face drained of all color.

He was there. Why was he there? She wasn't ready… no… no…

When he's calling for you…

"Sango," he whispered, slowly approaching her. Her wide eyes widened even more, and her arm hung loosely Inuyasha Kagome's.

"No," she whispered, not knowing that it had escaped her lips. He looked back at her, his purple eyes sad.

"No?" he asked.

Listen to your Heart…

"I mean… yes… I mean… I don't know what I mean… no, yes, oh gosh, 'Roku!"

She turned, wanting to run away. She couldn't have an 'adult conversation' right then. She felt like such a child. Maybe she just wasn't ready. Maybe they could call off the whole 'marriage' deal, and go back the way they were. Neither lovers nor friends. But she couldn't.

She knew why. Because like this; she was content. And she knew that perfectly well. Her brain was telling her to run forward, to hug him and say that she was sorry for leaving him like that, but her body did not oblige.

"Tell me what you mean, Sango. If you don't know yet, I want you to figure that out for yourself."

There's nothing else you can do…

Kagome smiled encouragingly. "Yea, tell us whatcha mean, Sango!"

She shot her a death-glare. "I told you…"

"You don't know. That's all you told me. I want to know if you're angry."

"We want to know if you're angry, Sango!"

I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why,
"Scram, Kagome! Go away!"

"Sango…"

"Sango."

"Sango!"

She finally fell forward, landing on her knees. This was too much for her to bear at one time. "I'm not angry!" she screamed, "I'm not angry, but I feel like I've just lost ten years and become an 'adult' conversation-phobe. I don't want to grow up, I don't want this commitment, I don't want se yet!"

But Listen your Heart

Kagome sweatdropped at Sango's ejaculation, before whispering, "Okay, I'm leaving now…"

"Sango," Miroku whispered, walking up to her, "are you going to run from me?"
Before, you tell him good-by.

She stared up at his hurt expression, tears filling her eyes, her lips moving to let out her barely audible answer, "no…"

"Are you scared of me?"

"No."

"Do you trust me?"

"… yes…"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

She was crying now. From a bystander's point of view, her tears were pointless; she was a sissy. But truth be told, she had never been Inuyasha much of a boy-girl relationship before. Her first was her last. He nearly cried too, out of relief mostly that she wasn't scared of him, nor was she angry, but instead scared of the big step they were taking. What could he expect? It was nerve-racking, the thought of spending his entire life with one person.

But it was worth it.

"Will you let me kiss you now?"

She smiled softly, wiping her tears away. "…Yes…"

So he did, nuzzling her cheek softly, and she eased her arms around his neck, encouraging him to keep up his ministrations.

"I've missed you, Houshi-kun."

"Yes, Ginzuishou-Hime-Houshi-chan. I've missed you too."

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Day 156 (The Big Day!)

Kagome danced from foot to foot around Sango, who was turned, not facing the mirror, whilst what seemed like hundreds of women worked on her face, caking it with makeup. Some were now crimping her hair, curling it into bouncy springs, testing what it would look like up and down, before taking out a pair of scissors and cutting three inches clean from it. Kagome cringed, her pale blue dress twinkling, putting a hand to her lips and pulling on the matching glove. That was torture, to cut off that much of a woman's hair.

"Ayaa! What have you done to my beautiful hair! Put it back, put it back, put it ba-ack!"

She was obviously freaking out. But who wouldn't? She had just gotten a good length of her long, soft hair chopped off, the hair that she had not cut once Inuyasha her life, except to trim the edges.

At that, Sango sat up, adjusting her robe before stomping to the bathroom to the bathroom and washing off every inch of makeup from her face, and pulling out her trusting clear lip gloss and red-violet eyeliner, applying it before stomping defiantly back to her seat, smirking at the women, who were now jumping about, fretting.

"It took us an hour to apply that cover-up, Ginzuishou-san!"

"It took me twenty years to grow that hair, Yura! Not everyone wants to have short hair like you!"

The lady didn't talk much after that, just guiltily put away the accused scissors before she could get another comeback from the sour student. She picked up an eyeliner set, but Sango said,
"Just do my hair. Fix it. Don't mess with my face." She pouted as they continued their crimping and twirling, trying to make the hair appear as though it had returned to its original state.

They did relatively well, her hair was finally put up Inuyasha a twisting ponytail, before Koharu came rushing Inuyasha, hauling the wedding dress with her.

"Aya! Sango, darling! Are you all right? Did they overdo it?"

With a single glance, she knew that they had. "No one will see the difference. Now stand up, child, we need to get you your dress!"

She stood, sighing, bringing her hands behind her to stop the women from freezing her hair into a stiff statue with hair spray.

"By the way, Kagome, you look great."

Kagome blushed. She had helped with picking out the colors, the theme was pale-blue because of her. The color suited her well, with the shining silk loosely hanging from her, delicately matching her eyes.

"Thank you, Sango. But I promise, you will look better than me by the end of today. I guarantee it."

Sango smiled softly. "Don't lie to me Kaggers. You've always been prettier…"

Kagome pouted. "I'm prettier only because I'm not as active as you are… I'm thin and lanky, not formed and hard with muscles. That is what it means, to be 'pretty,' girlish and dainty. You, Sango, are neither."

Sango flamed red. What was she inferring—

"Sango, you aren't pretty at all. You're gorgeous. And everyone but you seems to see that. Now get up and get into your dress." Seeing that Sango wasn't moving, instead, staring back at her incredulously, she shoved her hard, yelling, "C'mon!"

Placing her hand on her head, and with a surprised expression on her face, she waddled back to the seat, and sat down, her eyes still wide, and her hand still on the back of her head, until an annoyed voice yelled impatiently at her, "Do you want me to curl your hand too?"

The hours had passed with everyone fretting over her, with Koharu examining every last inch of her long, flowing, tinted blue dress, and Kagome happily adjusting the silver tiara on her head. Finally, as the last pin was pulled out of the dress, Kagome's voice choked, tears twinkling Inuyasha her eyes.

"Sango," she whispered, "you look gorgeous… gosh… I'm going to cry…"
She leaned over to sob on her best friend's shoulder, but Koharu caught her leaning and pulled an arm to her stomach to stop her.

"You'll leave watermarks on her dress, Kagome-san. Please, if you don't mind…"

Kagome instead pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed her eyes with it, before smiling and opening her arms to say breathlessly, "Sango, I wish you a long, happy life, and I'm really going to miss my time as your dorm roomie… I love you Sango-chan! Be good!"

Sango smiled, tears gathering at the base of her eyes as well, as she lunged away from the squealing women who were preoccupied with arguing about which color best complimented her eyes, and pulled her friend into a hug.

"I will be good, Kaggers-chan… I will…"

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The pews were filled with people, from front to back. Sango sweatdropped. Who knew Koharu had so many friends? Of course, some of them were Miroku's, like Koga, and others Sango's 'talk to' friends, like Ayame, but that was about it. Half of the people Sango had never even seen before. A few had stopped her Inuyasha the middle of the hall on her way to the aisle and proposed to her, knowing full well that she was the bride. Of course, they received a hard conk on the head, even if Sango secretly had to admit that they were cute…

Her adopted father brought out his arm for Sango to take. She smiled, and he smiled back, and whispered, "I never thought I'd hand my daughter off to someone some day. I always thought that if I tried, you would have me dead Inuyasha two seconds flat…"

She laughed softly, knowing full well that she probably would. But now, what could she say? She didn't mind.

She loved the bouquet of daisies and hydrangeas, to remind the two of that wonderful night…

She sighed, smiling at the figure directly Inuyasha front of her, her heart burning. Those couple hours without his purple-blue eyes were unbearable, she realized, and the first thing she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and show everyone Inuyasha the temple how much Inuyasha love they were.

But she didn't. Instead, she remained composed, and walked daintily down the aisle, finally reaching him. He grinned down at her, but it quickly disappeared as he took her hand, and kissed it. She blushed. That wasn't part of the average wedding plan…

They said their vows, still holding hands long after the wedding bands were on their fingers, and waited patiently for the last words, not bothering to break the contact between their eyes…

"You may now kiss the bride."

As though on cue, Miroku lowered himself down onto her, letting their lips touch softly, theirs hands together…

When they finally broke apart, all Inuyasha the temple were clapping, the applause ten times as great as the first time, and the tears ten times more plentiful. Gently pushing him away, Sango turned, winked at Kagome, and tossed the bouquet up Inuyasha the air.

Ayame stood, staring up as the bouquet landed, almost as though destiny had planned it, Inuyasha her arms. She shrugged, a frown forming on her lips as shook her head. "There's no way I'm going to get married next, I ought to give this thing away…"

Yea, Koga is just too forgetful and playful, and I don't think I'll be finding Mr. Right anytime soon…

Koga grinned wolfishly at her, patiently waiting until he could wipe the look off her face. He yanked it from her, and tossed it somewhere, where a bunch of squealing girls began to bicker over it.

"Yea… we don't need this thing. It smells horrible."

Ayame pursed her lips together, trying to hold back the words that she was yearning to spit out at him. If it wasn't for the wedding, she was sure she would've broken up with him messily. However, it was best to let him off easily during such a happy occasion, after all, he didn't really like her…? But instead…

"Koga, I don't think this a great idea. You… and me…"

He stared at her from the corner of his eye, and pulled out a small velvet box, "I guess you won't be wanting this then…"

Ayame gasped. He didn't…

"You didn't…"

"I did."
He opened up the box and dropped on one knee, and, Inuyasha his usual casual voice, said, "Ayame, I promise to be good, and not to roam or anything… I really do love you, and I'm seriously sorry if you didn't see it that way, do ya wanna be the next one up there?"

"Koga… you idiot! Yes… yes… you stupid baka… I hate you! I love you! Gosh…"

She threw her arms around his neck, and thus, the wedding scene ends.

(Hee hee, you weren't expecting me to end that part like that, were you?)

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Day 197

Sango smiled as she leaned against Miroku's sturdy shoulder, the sun setting peacefully Inuyasha front of them.

"It's beautiful…" she whispered, rubbing her hand against his, gently letting her fingers circle the ring.

"I know you are, hime."

She chuckled softly, gently fitting her head underneath his chin, and sighed. They were quiet, all was perfect, and everything peaceful. He moved his hands slowly to her belly, knowing that someday, hopefully soon, she would be bearing him the best gifts Inuyasha the world.

Sango froze, staring up at the dreamy look Inuyasha his eyes that he was getting so often those days. She sighed as he began to rub his hands up and down on it, as though expecting it to expand any second.

"Are you thinking about--- "
she asked, placing her hands on top of his on her stomach.

"Yea…"

She smiled. "When we graduate, 'Roku, and after I've joined a practice… then we can let all the rest come to pass. You just wait. Just wait."

He didn't answer, but instead, pulled away from her. She looked up at him, surprised. Was it something she said-- ? But no, he had smiled, then whispered, "Give me a couple minutes."

She bit her lip, watching him leave. A couple minutes could seem like several hours, all of which she would spend willfully, even if it meant just standing watch and waiting, perpetually waiting.

Of course, Miroku returned, but with her guitar case, all smiles.

"Sango," he said, "Will you sing to me?"

A slight grin formed on her face as she nodded. "My pleasure, 'Roku-kun."

Sango slowly pulled the guitar from its case, pulling the strap over her shoulder and taking a deep breath, slipping the pick between her fingers and strumming the instrument. He placed his arms around her shoulder from behind the bench they were sitting on, and smiled as she began to sing, Inuyasha her soft, almost inaudible voice:

"I'm sure that the heart I left behind

still lies hidden Inuyasha the heart of the deep, deep forest.

Exhausted, without the strength to search

people vanish into the infinite darkness.

If it's so small, I wonder if I can see it even now?

As we live on,

we lose a little bit more.

Shrouded Inuyasha falsehoods and lies,

we stand frozen to the spot, unable to cry out

The days pass by and change,

without us even realizing how blue the sky really is.

Overcoming that made-up scheme, we live the present,

and our rusted hearts begin to beat again!

If we can find the rhythm of time, we can fly once again

We live our lives

wandering to the ends of the earth.

Believing (Inuyasha you?), now I begin my journey with you,

Inuyasha search of the light."

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This is it! That's the end of Mini-Skirt Girl! I'll probably be posting an epilogue, but don't expect it to be soon, this takes forever to write. As much as I'd like to continue it myself, it was tiring enough typing 60 pages Inuyasha size 9 Verdana (Luckily double spaced), so I think I'm ending here. Thank you to all my reviewers, (since they are mostly the same content, I won't do much answering.) Oh, thanx to werejo, for reviewing my other story too. Actually, I don't like it as much as this one, but oh well. I can't really update often at all, so if any of you are reading my other fics, don't expect them to be updated any more often than every month. (Seriously, my schedule is that hectic!)

I'm running for the Student Council Treasurer! The only thing is, the second most popular girl Inuyasha the school is running against me. So I'm using a tool- food. My best bud calls it bribery, but I call it bringing Inuyasha crowds with a bunch of refreshments and stuff.

Also, something really embarrassing happened to me at lunch today… I will never forget it. My best friend Holly (dudes, I'm so not going to reveal her identity over the net, of course this isn't her real name) and my sort-of-guy-friend-but-extremely-annoying-friend Pete were talking, and he was going to tell her a secret. We were sitting at the lunch bench, and I was Inuyasha between them. He just sort of leaned over to tell her stuff, and I'd lean back to hear it. (I was just doing it to bug 'em, I didn't really care what the secret was about…) I leaned back so far that I fell out of the bench, right on my back, on the floor! Everyone started laughing, including me, so that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that my best bud Holly (who by the way, is the most ornery, childish, sarcastic, arrogant, yet strangely fun person you will ever meet) was trying very hard to push me off again (she found the first instance very amusing, and wanted to see my magical klutz act again). And she almost succeeded, but guess who would catch me…! (for all you slow people out there, Pete did. I don't have any 'thing' for him even now, though)

And to add that on, Holly rubbed Inuyasha the fact that he had caught me all for the rest of the day! I swear if I were white, I'd be blushing so deep, that you could see the red around me Inuyasha the air too! Luckily, I'm dark-skinned, so I can hide my little embarrassing moments underneath a mask of pigments… oh, thank you, dear pigments…

Okay, everyone. I suppose this is good-bye. But I'll probably be posting another one-shot sometime, so don't worry, I haven't disappeared. Thank you for the immense amount of reviews. They make me feel so special…

Ja 'ne,

Tetsuna

P.S. Mini-Skirt Girl lyrics are MINE. I wrote them. You steal them, I kill you. Well, I don't, but if I read any story w/ my lyrics Inuyasha them, I will have some pretty 'nice' things to say Inuyasha a review to that person… that won't be any flame, it'll be a FIRE! I don't own Listen To Your Heart, (but I do LOVE that song) nor do I own The English words of Fukai Mori. I cry everytime I read the translated versions of any of the series' songs, they're so beautiful, so poetic. Even 'I Am' and 'Owari Nai Yume' have heart wrenching lyrics, and Every Heart makes me cry even though I don't know the words… its so pretty…

Okay. This is my official good-bye. Review, por favor. I really want to get at least 50 reviews. I'll give an imaginary cookie to my 50th reviewer, and I'll let them decide on what the epilogue will be about (only if you have a story, and I will review my questions to you.) Even if you aren't the 50th, please review anyway, because every last review makes me feel so good about myself, and makes up for my sore fingers as I am typing this as accurately as I can.

What more can a teenage girl ask for?

C'mon!

PLEASE!

You're not leaving without reviewing, are you?

NOOOOOOOOOO!

I'm sorry, I feel very dramatic today. And jumpy. Now, I have two ideas for a new Mir/San fic, both developed quite well already:

You Held Me Inuyasha My Dreams: Sango is a princess who got tired of the strict life of royalty. When she was young, she had befriended a prince of a kingdom far off, but they were tragically separated when his parents were killed. Finding nothing else to keep her Inuyasha the place she abhorred so much, she ran away. Inuyasha feudal Japan, one who is hiding her identity, especially if she is a sixteen year old girl, has a hard time obtaining a job. So she became what she had always detested—a common whore. Trying hard to act ornery Inuyasha order to guard her maiden treasure, she meets her childhood love again, and things get messy. Probably will be rated M, but there won't really be any lemons, and if there are, they won't be elaborate.

My Silent Arrow: Same idea as the book, "The Girl Who Invented Romance." Sango, Kagura, and Yuri have known each other since they were children. Yuri ended up being a shallow, head- strong, boy-loving woman, whilst the others wandered Inuyasha the harbor of loneliness. Kagura has her eye set on the most handsome (but also most murderous) boy of the class, Sesshoumaru, but he doesn't really seem to notice her. Miroku, the boy sitting next to Sango Inuyasha sociology class, is a real hentai who has girls literally worshipping him. They don't exactly get along.

So why does she seem to care so much about this 'love' thing? She invents a game for Kagura and herself, a game that ends up allowing her love life to blossom. Most likely rated T.

So there you have it! Pick one! I'll tell you now, that I already have I Held You Inuyasha My Dreams partially written. Both will be two or three-shots, and with school and all, I won't update too often.

Thanx!