Thank you, three people who have currently reviewed my last chapter! I love all of you! And Kacey, the first chance you get, please e-mail me! I miss talking to you! I don't get enough mail! Oh, and my Halloween was totally awesome! I passed out candy, and all I did was sit on the stairs and read manga and listen to music (I played I Miss You by Blink-182 about 80 times.) and it was awesome! My sisters gave me candy, and whatever candy I didn't pass out I got to keep. Muahahahah! And I know it's strange that I'm updating so soon, but I really want to finish this fanfic so I can update the rest of Dinjarie and post a few new fics (including a Kingdom Hearts one). Dude, it's like I use this site as my xanga (which I need to update.) Oh, by the way, my xanga is Bloodyrose666, and it's background is Riku holding a paopu fruit. Anyway, on with the show.

Chapter Nine: Hold me now

Miroku's eyes grew wide as he realized Sango had practically just killed his step dad. She dropped the wine bottle, hands shaking. When she saw what she had done (She gave her father forty-one! Oops, wrong story) she dropped to her knees, a tear coursing its way down her cheek.

Miroku came over and put an arm around her shoulders, placing his chin on the top of her head. "Hey, s'okay. Don't cry. You did what you had to do."

'Is… is he dead?"

"Who cares? Besides, I told him not to touch you."

"But he was drunk. He didn't know what he was doing!"

"Hell yes he did. I'm going to go call the police. Stay here and make sure he doesn't get up."

"Okay…"

Miroku walked out into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, dialing 911 deftly.

W a s s u p i t s o n l y b e e n a d a y b u t m y l i n e b r e a k i s s t i l l b r o k e

A policeman walked into the living room, three junior high girls following, talking excitedly. When they saw Miroku standing there, they started giggling, eyeing him appreciatively. The officer, obviously fed up with the girl's antics, groaned and spoke to Miroku exasperatedly. "Okay, your dad is in the back of the squad car, but we need to do a physical examination, just to make sure you're not lying."

He moved towards Miroku and muttered, "Excuse the girls; they're my daughter and her friends. It's take your kid to work day, and these three came."

Moving his had to Miroku's belt, he began to unbuckle it (A/N: Oooh, what's goin' on there?) Miroku yelped slightly and pushed him away. The police officer looked puzzled and tired. "What is it now?"

"Hey, man, don't you touch my belt. I don't swing that way."

"Fine, then I'll get your girlfriend to do it."

Sango, who had just entered the room, looked up from where she was talking to the girls. "Do what?"

"Give Mr. Ito his physical."

"Eh? No way!"

"Do it, Miss Tanaka, or I'll leave you in Mushin's custody."

Sango blanched, but consented. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good choice, Miss Tanaka. Mr. Ito, you'll need to strip."

Miroku pulled his clothes off, down to his boxers, which set the girls giggling again at the sight of his tattoos and muscles. The entire physical went smoothly, until the officer called out…

"Testicles."

"What!"

"Check his testicles, Miss Tanaka. For swelling or otherwise."

"No! That's like soft core porn!"

"Check them."

"No!"

"Fine, I can see they're swollen, so I'll let you off the hook."

Sango moved away from Miroku, and the man pulled his t-shirt back on, much to the middle-schoolers dismay.

D i r t y d i r t y m i d d l e s c h o o l e r s s o d i i i i i i i r t y

The pair was standing outside, listening to the police officer make his report. He was ranting on, making little sense. "Okay, we'll take him down to the station, run some tests, and lock him away for a while, until we can get him to court. Oh, and you two might want to try this therapy class. It's supposed to be really good."

He handed them almost the same brochure Hiten had given them earlier. Sango, who was hanging off of Miroku's arm for warmth, took it gratefully. "Thank you, sir."

The officer looked at her and tipped his hat. "No problem, darling. You were a great help this evening." He turned his gaze to Miroku and grinned. "Your girlfriend looks cold. Why don't you take her inside, get her blood pumping."

He waved and walked back to his squad car. The girls were hanging out of the windows, and as they drove away, they waved even more frantically at Miroku, who blew kisses after them.

Sango slapped him on the back of the head as his hand began to slide down her back. "Don't even think about it, pedophile."

"What? I didn't do anything!"

"Of course you didn't." She ran off into the house, Miroku following quickly, still shouting after her.

Y e y t h is c h a p p i e I s o v e r

Yey, another chapter up! When I was typing, I had so many issues. I was so distracted, I typed "Mr. Ito , I'll need to strip." Instead of "Mr. Ito, you'll need to strip." I'm such an idiot!