Gee, Kacey, I had no idea you were a girl! I'm surprised! Just kidding! I knew, and, I figured out how to create an LJ! Yes, I know, I'm so good! I am Mustang'sHawk, or some variation of that. Yey! I have become undepressed, but thank you soooo much for the reviews. I feel like a bitch for complaining about how my life sucks…. Oops, I said the 'b' word! Okay, since I can trust you guys (well, most of you, anyway) I have posted my phone number on my profile. Don't call me needlessly, or I will hang up on you. (Like if you call me and start talking about the weather like my best friend does.) Like if you call and want to be my friend, I'll accept. Unless I don't like you. ;) J/K, I think all of you are beautiful people. Okay, over that tangent….. Okay, my b-day is September 28, 1991. Whoopee! Oh, and with the phone thingy, I hope to god it's not an awkward conversation. Like, "Oh, um, hi, (insert name)." "Uh, hi…" "So, um, (insert name) what's the weather like in (insert city/state/province/country)" "Uh, fine, I guess…" "Good…" (Awkward silence) Anyway, on with the story. Oh and you can call me for suggestions or ideas. Though they may not make it into this story, (Which is already down in ink on notebook paper) it will probably make it into another. Probably. If I like it. No, really, I'll probably pop a bunch of suggestions into my future fanfics. Um, Jaksgirl, I think you're right about Miroku being bi-polar… And there will be more love scenes, I promise. Oh, and have you guys noticed a bunch of 'fans' (I hate calling you guys that, it's so horrible) are 14-year-old girls? I'm one myself.

Chapter 15: When you lose your mind

Bankotsu and Jakotsu nodded for their opponents to follow them out to the parking lot. Once outside, Bankotsu dove at Miroku, aiming for the man's shoulder blade. Miroku side-stepped quickly and punched Bankotsu in the face.

Jakotsu looked incredibly pissed off that he had to fight a woman and he sighed angrily. "Let's get this over with quickly, 'kay?"

Sango nodded. "Yeah."

Jakotsu came after her swiftly, aiming a fist at Sango's stomach. She twisted out of the way and brought her clasped hands down on the back of his head. Jakotsu attempted to dodge, but was only slightly successful. Her fists instead hit his face, driving him to the cement painfully.

Meanwhile, Miroku had Bankotsu pinned to the ground and was punching him repeatedly. (Oh, god, why? Why Bano?) The former (former?) pretty boy's nose was bleeding, and his eyes were turning black. Miroku finally made sure he would stay down and stood up.

Some color had returned to his face and he looked (and felt) much better. Turning to Sango, he laughed freely at the crowd that had gathered. Sango had Jakotsu by the collar and was imitating Miroku by punching him repeatedly.

Miroku pulled her hand away so Jakotsu would fall to the floor, bleeding. "Hey, calm down, ai. You knocked him out."

"I guess we won."

Miroku grinned. "I guess we did. Now let's get out of her before someone important catches us."

They got into Miroku's car and drove off. Sango frowned. "I guess we're both criminals for real now."

"It was self defense! Anyone who was watching saw that they struck first."

"But does anyone want to side with a murderer and his girlfriend?"

"I'm not a murderer and you're not my girlfriend."

"Well, that's what everybody thinks."

"Look! There's the therapy place."

They pulled up in front of the building. Walking in, the secretary stared at them strangely. "Why are you here?"

"We're up for therapy."

"Names?"

"Miroku Ito and Sango Tanaka."

"You're in Ms. Kazu's class. 3rd room on the right, second floor."

"Thanks."

As they walked off, Sango could've sworn the woman muttered, Damn convict…" under her breath.

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Entering the classroom, they were met by two other teenagers. A boy with pure white hair and what looked like dog ears was sitting on the couch, sulking, and the girl was sitting beside him. She had a school uniform on and long black hair with chocolate brow eyes.

She jumped up and shook both their hands. "I'm Kagome Higurashi and that's Inuyasha Takahashi."

Miroku grinned. "Miroku Ito. And this is Sango Tanaka."

Inuyasha looked disgusted. "Oh, you're the murderer."

"No, I'm not. I've been framed."

Inuyasha scoffed. "Keh. You killed those kids, you heartless moron."

"No I didn't!"

Kagome sat down. "Shut up, Inuyasha. They don't seem like bad people."

Miroku nodded at her gratefully. "Thank you, Ms. Higurashi. So, if it's not too personal, why are you here?"

"My little brother died 3 years ago in a car accident. My father died from colon cancer last year and my mother just wasted away. Me and Inuyasha have no where to stay."

"Come with us, then. The house is too big for the two of us."

"You have room?"

"Rooms, yes. Beds, no."

"That's okay!" She grew slightly wary. "You'll really let us stay?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

Inuyasha glared at him. "You won't kill us, will you?"

"No! I'm not the killer! If you knew me, you'd figure that out!"

"Fine. We'll stay."

Sango sat down on the arm of the couch beside Kagome. "So why exactly are you here? You seem really sweet!"

'Thank you, but before I started therapy, I was a little brat. Depressed, spoiled, and a n all around bad person. I went to a therapist in Osaka, though, and I'm just here to round out some edges."

"What about Inuyasha?"

"From what he's told me, he was in a coma for five years, and woke up roughly a week ago. He found out his girlfriend was shot, and that crushed him. Besides, he has dog ears!"

Miroku grinned. "How the hell did that happen?"

"We don't really know. The doctors apparently said it was extremely strange; that his ears shifted shape and position while he was comatose."

The door behind them opened, and an all too familiar voice reached their ears. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

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