Okay, I know you guys are a bit disappointed with the whole little Inu/Kag bit but please note that I only add it because something with happen soon based on that. I know you guys aren't happy with it but I assure you Inu/Kag stuff will slowly disintegrate with each chapter. Fair enough?

I do not own InuYasha

Miroku woke up the next morning lying on a bed with Sango in his arms. He allowed a small smile to appear as he looked down at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful and beautiful as she slept, he didn't wish to wake her. So, he carefully tried to uncoil his arms from around her waist without moving much. Once he was free, he sat up from the soft pillow and looked around the room, remembering what had taken place the night before.

Sango was crying, whether it was from happiness or sadness, he didn't know. She got to the point where she had cried herself to sleep in his arms and he couldn't leave her alone the rest of the night so he stayed by her side. He wondered what Kouga had done in the end since he didn't come back after walking that other girl to her car.

He sighed.

'Well, I have two choices. One, I could leave and go on with business or two, I can wait till she wakes up and talk to her for a bit. Hmmm… I wonder which one is better…'

'Psst! Number two! Number two!'

Miroku smiled again, glancing back at his sleeping beauty. Since he had time before she would wake, he figured now was a good time to take in all of her physical features. His eyes gazed over her body for a few seconds. The first thing he noticed was her bust. He tilted his head a little and took note of how much bigger her breast had become. That was just like him. Next, he peered over a little bit and took in her backside. He of course felt the urge to caress her and remembered she was asleep.

He looked both ways as to make sure no one was around (which here was obviously no one else in the room) and slowly reached his hand over her and rubbed her butt. The next thing he knew, Sango quickly jumped out of her sleeping state and smacked him in the face with yawn. "You never change. Get those damn hentai thoughts out of your head."

Miroku rubbed his face. "It was worth it..."

Sango looked at her clock and practically screamed. She was beyond late. She jumped out of the bed without another word to her guest and ran for the small bathroom, preparing to take a shower but then remembered the pervert and peeped her head out from behind the door. "Don't even think about it."

Miroku pointed to himself and looked around the room. "Me? Why, what should I be thinking about dear Sango? I have no idea what you mean."

"Uh huh, right. I know you better than that." She reminded him before closing the door. Too bad she didn't have a lock.

Miroku got up and sat against the bathroom door instead, haring the shower begin to run. An innocent smirk formed on his face as he wondered whether or not she had one of those showers that didn't need a curtain and instead had a transparent door. He decided to go in and see. He stood again and put his hand on the knob, slowly turning it.

Sango was oblivious to his plan. She focused on getting in and out of the shower quickly for three reasons. One, she was late. Two, she had to meet Kagome. And three, she was afraid Miroku was going to try and sneak a peak at her naked body.

Although, her third omen came true too soon. She turned off the water and opened the shower door only to see Miroku standing there. Her eyes widened as she reached for the closest object and threw it at him. "HENTAI!"

She ended up hitting him in the face with a full shampoo bottle.

Poor Miroku stumbled out of the bathroom backwards and fell down, hitting his head on the floor bottom. Sango quickly shut the door and sat against it and after a few short moments, suddenly smiled.

'He hasn't changed…'

Just then, Sango remembered she didn't bring her clothes in with her. All she had was a small towel. Great! Now she had to go outside half naked and get some while still trying to make sure Miroku doesn't try to snatch the towel off!

Outside the bathroom, Miroku stayed on the floor in his own thoughts. He had entered that bathroom at the exact time she was getting out. PERFECT! He only got a quick glance at her before she threw a shampoo bottle at him but whoa was it worth it. It was better than he remembered. Then a thought struck him. A rather ironic thought. That exact moment had happened before in the past, the first time he tried to pull something on his Sango. 'Huh, go figure.'

The door creaked open to reveal Sango standing there in a towel. She had an annoyed look on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked pretty quickly while glaring at him. He sat up and tilted his head with a grin. "Oh yes, I'm fine. Not the first time that's happened."

She rolled her eyes and inched towards her dresser while keeping her back against the wall. He watched her rather confused. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get my clothes."

"Are you going somewhere?"

"To class." She mumbled, finally getting over. She opened her drawers and grabbed the first thing she could get her hands on then she bolted back into the bathroom. Miroku smiled and shook his head. This was fun.

"Hey I was wondering if you could just skip today so we can talk…?" He asked through the door after standing.

Sango sighed. Talking would be a good thing to do but she had to think for a moment. He hurt her so why couldn't she get her revenge on him? Maybe she could make him suffer as much as she did over the years. She liked the idea of getting him back but of course it would hurt him and she didn't like that much but it had to be done. "Talk about what exactly?"

"Well, I was thinking about staying here after I….retire…"

She looked at herself in the mirror. Wonderful. He finally came back and decided to stay just when she was getting married. Wait! That was a perfect idea! She could tell him about Leon! "You wanted to be with me again, right?"

Miroku frowned. Did she not know how much he cared? He wished he could tell her the reason why he left but that would just put her in danger. He risked her life once before, he was not going to do it again. "Yea…" He mumbled quietly.

Sango opened the door, now fully dressed in normal blue jeans and long sleeved dark shirt. She looked at him for a moment, noting the sadness he had in his eyes already.

'Maybe he really is sorry. Maybe the reason he left was a fairly good one…'

'No. He made you suffer. He used you then ran away like a coward. He has to feel the pain he inflicted those years ago.'

Sango walked over to her end table and grabbed her engagement ring, putting it on her finger quickly. Miroku looked at her curiously. "You're…married?"

She shook her head in response. "Engaged…actually."

That did it. The hope that Miroku was so full of was slowly draining from his being and he soon felt like a small child that wanted to hide in a corner from his abusive parents.

'Oh, my lady… that hurt.'

He lowered his head and looked at the floor. "I see."

Sango felt horrible inside. She smacked herself for even thinking of hurting the one she loved. Hell, she bet when he left, he missed her just as much. But she couldn't know for sure… She didn't know the man standing in front of her.

Miroku felt a pain in his chest, like something was pinching his heart hard. How could he have got his hopes up so quickly? Engaged….she was engaged. He lifted his gaze from the floor and back to her, plastering a happy grin. "I guess I have no real business here then. Congratulations. I hope he makes you happy."

'He better make you happy.'

He held out his hand for a handshake. Sango looked at his hand before taking it and shaking with him sadly. Then he turned and walked towards the door. "I guess the next time we see each other, we'll both be married."

'WHAT? Where did that come from? What the hell?'

'She wants to play dirty, then let's play dirty.'

Sango caught her breath in her chest. He was engaged as well? To who? Why was it that every time she tried to do something it backfired back on her! "W-who..?"

'Yea, who am I engaged to smart one?'

'Kagura?'

'Hell no.'

'Oh c'mon. Now's not the time to be picky.'

"A friend I've known for a few years now. I work with her. Her name's Kagura… I'd really like you to meet her one of these days…"

Sango felt even worse now. She really wished Miroku never told her that. "Well…that's interesting.."

"Yea…but I have to go now. She's probably going to be even more moody when I get back to the hotel. She hates it when I'm out this late, especially since she needs me to help with her pregnancy…"

'Putting some sugar coating on the friggin' lie now?'

'All is fair in love and war.'

Sango nodded. "I see. Well, I hope she understands… Now, um…I-I need to get to class and all so.. See ya later…" She pushed Miroku out the door, a fake smile plastered on her face. As soon as the door was shut, she leaned against it and slowly fell. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest, trying so hard to suppress the pain that was growing inside her. It wasn't fair.

'Life is not fair.'

'I know…'

Miroku stood outside her door for a moment. He knew he ended up hurting her even more. Why did it have to be this way? Oh, he screwed things up pretty bad now. He began to walk away. Taking one more glance her way, he slipped his hands in his pockets and decided to search for Kouga.

Love is a battlefield

-Pat Benatar

I know this chapter was a little short but hey, gimme a break! I've updated a lot in the past two weeks, more than I have to anyway. Be thankful! I was wondering if you guys had any idea what style of clothes best fits for Sango. I was thinking the modern punk look but I would rather have a donation of thoughts on what you peeps think. Anyway, R&R!