Yes, there will be a sequel, I'm working on it right now. It'll be previewed after the Alternate ending. Which is a last ditch effort to make the fic last a bit longer.

Chapter 18: Don't write yourself off yet

The next day, everyone who was involved in the court process was called together to learn court procedures. (A/N: This doesn't happen in real life, but for my purposes, it happens.)

Miroku's lawyer was a somewhat good-looking man named Kuranosuke. He took a liking to Sango almost immediately and wasted no time in asking her out.

Sango glanced at Miroku, who was watching them curiously, then smiled winningly at Kuranosuke. "I would love to go out with you."

Kuranosuke smiled back. "Great. Tonight?"

"Perfect."

"I'll pick you up at seven."

Miroku, who had raised a cuffed hand in protest, dropped it again. He hung his head, his hair casting a dark shadow over his eyes. One of the jurors noticed and walked over to him cautiously. "What's wrong?"

Miroku didn't answer her, and the girl looked over at Kuronasuke and Sango. Sitting down next to him, she smiled reassuringly. "I'm Ayame."

"Miroku Ito. But you already knew that." He smiled bitterly. "What am I saying? Only in prison a day and I'm already losing my manners."

Ayame laughed. "Me and my fiancee think you're innocent."

"Really?"

"Yes. And we're both on the jury. (A/N: This doesn't happen either.) But we have to be fair and listen to your account."

"Can you point him out to me?"

Ayame nodded. "He's the one with the long brown hair. His name's Koga."

Miroku smiled at her genuinely. "I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"What?"

He shook his head, causing his hair to fall in front of his eyes again. "As you may have noticed, my hair is down. My elastic broke. Could you possibly lend me one?"

"Sure." She took on of her pigtails out and handed him the green elastic. "There you go."

"Thanks. You better leave. If the judge sees you with me, you'll be kicked off the jury."

Ayame nodded and joined into Koga's conversation.

As they were leaving, Ayame whispered, "I'll keep in touch." to Miroku.

Miroku was being led out of the room and shoved into his cell when a young female officer ran up. "Um, this man has a phone call."

"Fine. Ito, you get ten minutes."

As soon as Miroku took the phone, Kagome's voice rang out in his ear. "Miroku-sama?"

"What?"

"Just wondering if you needed anything."

"Actually, I do. Can you get me a dozen red roses and a necklace?"

"Sure."

"And make the necklace a nice one, please."

"Okay."

"Thank you so much. Can you get them to me by tomorrow?"

"Yes. Is that all?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Kagome. See you tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Kagome hung up the phone just as Sango walked into the room. "Kagome! Guess what?"

"What?"

"I have a boyfriend!"

The color drained from Kagome's face. "Who?"

"Kuranosuke. He's soooo sweet!"

"When's your first date?"

"Tonight."

"Can I meet him?"

"Sure!"

Kagome smiled shakily. "How did you meet him?"

Sango smiled back brightly. "He's Houshi-sama's lawyer. Well, bye! I'm going to go get ready!"

Kagome waited until Sango was almost out of the room, then spoke. "You don't really like him, do you?"
Sango dropped her head slightly. "No."

"Then why are you dating him?"

"Because I want to make Houshi-sama jealous."

"Jealous? Why?"

"Because he's dating you." With that, Sango ran out of the room, her eyes brimming with tears.

Oh, Sango was just out of character... Oh, well, women are vengeful.