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I don't own InuYasha….but I own other things, like rusty spoons, a hat that says 'narf', chocolate chip cookies, this ugly shirt, and a pen… o.O

Oh and one more thing, I was just sitting here when a strange thought came to mind: Miroku in a thong… I wonder if he'd really be THAT curious…. Hmm…

"C'mon Sango, you're never going to get anyone down like that!"

"I'm trying! How am I supposed to hit you when you keep dodging!"

"Why would I let you hit me?"

Two fourteen year old teenagers stood in a clearing somewhere secret; the couple known as Miroku and Sango. Today was yet another day of trying to train the girly girl how to fight…like a man. And she was doing a horrible job.

After the encounter a few days before, when the two first met, Miroku made it one of his main priorities to teach Sango how to defend herself just in case he wasn't there to protect the maiden.

He had only known Sango a few days and somehow he already…cared…for her. Not to mention, had already showed his hentai side quite a bit. It was getting to the point where the girl didn't want to get within five feet of his hands.

Sango threw another bad punch at him and yet again, he dodged it easily. He sighed. "Here…"

He slowly walked behind her and put his arms around her own, helping her make a fist. Her face turned a little pink at how close he was to her. She did not trust him that close.

He was too close…

But, surprisingly, he didn't do anything. He just helped her create the better fighting stance and moved back in front of her. "Okay, try it now."

She threw her fist at him but he still dodged it. "Loosen up, don't be scared to hit me."

"Believe me, I'm not…" She mumbled, an annoyed look coming over her features.

He smiled at this, "You're cute when you're angry…"

She glared at him. "Really?"

He nodded with a cocky grin and put his hands behind his head. "Yup."

That did it. As soon as he let his guard down, she punched him square in the nose. He fell backwards and landed on his back.

She blinked and covered her mouth. "Oh no, Miroku are you alright!"

Bending down to his side, she noticed blood flowing from his nose. "I'm so sorry!"

"Are you?" He sat up slowly and wiped his nose. "Good punch…"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Because I could go and get you some-"

Her eyes widened as she felt something caressing her backside slowly. A deep red blush came over her face as her eyes reverted strait to his dreamy gaze.

"You were saying?" He smiled.

SMACK!

Miroku blinked and touched his cheek now indented with a red hand print. "What was that for?"

"YOU HENTAI PERVERT! STOP TOUCHING ME!"

His stupid grin came back into view. "But Sango, I was in pain and it comforted me-"

SMACK!

Another print was imbedded onto his other cheek. Kami, this girl had a temper.

"I'm leaving!" Sango stood up and stomped away from him and all he could do was smile. She was definitely cute when angry.

Miroku smiled up at the ceiling. Such memories the two of them had….

But, sadly, that was years ago. If only he could go back in time, he wouldn't have left, he wouldn't have hurt her, and he wouldn't be in the damn situation he was in now. He sat up out of the bed and looked around the hotel room. Kouga was no where in sight, probably out doing more of his undercover work.

Miroku still couldn't believe it. Kouga had been his partner for almost a year now and the two were as tight as brothers yet he never knew that Kouga wasn't…well, Kouga.

Everything about Kouga was lie. Everything he said about his past and whatnot was just made up, a scam. At first, Miroku was stunned, then panicked, next glad, and now, he was sort of hurt. He didn't know his real best friend at all…

But of course, Miroku understood in the end. And besides, what's done is done, you can never undo something, however he wished it were that simple.

The night before was only filled with brainstorming. They both came up with countless plans on how to throw Naraku out and some of them sounded pretty good. But they all needed something;

Bait.

And that was something they were not risking. If some innocent person was used as bait and ended up getting killed, Kouga would feel horrible, that he knew. Oh what were they going to do?

Kami help them….

Sango opened the door to her dorm and plopped on her bed lazily. "So…tired…" She closed her eyes, just about to rest when her British roommate screamed her awake.

"YOU'RE GOING TO MISS CLASS!"

Beth smiled when she saw the look of pure hate on Sango's face. It was so fun tormenting her. Sango always tried acting polite but Beth knew she really wanted to rip her guts out, she just couldn't because she was raised to be nice, so it was always fun tempting her.

"Screw class."

Beth blinked. "Screw class? You have a test today and if you skip it, you might not get those credits-"

"I said SCREW CLASS! Now leave me alone before I find a GUN and SHOOT you in the ASS!" And with that said, Sango fell face first into her soft pillow, ignoring the preppy bitch.

That was unexpected. "Jeez, what? Are you PMSing?"

The only answer she got was the soft hum of Sango's snoring. Beth glared at the girl and stuck her nose in the air. "Stupid bitch…"

"I heard that." Sango replied in a muffled voice. Beth rolled her eyes and stomped out the door, her nose still high in the air all the while Sango was smiling, only one word on her mind; Sleep.

It had been a long night last night. Leon's father had gotten out of surgery just fine, 'Damn…', and then Sango had to go pick up a dress for some ball that was being held somewhere for some guy she'd never even heard of, next, she went to spend time with Kagome at a nightclub, which she ended up drinking a lot more than she was supposed to, and she had just now found her way home.

Or at least, that was what it was supposed to be…

All she needed to do was take that final test for the semester and then she'd graduate. After that, her wedding, and last, a happily ever after for her and Leon, 'After his old bastard dies.' But she couldn't help but feel that something was missing in her life agenda…

…Miroku…

Beth opened the door to her bright red firebird and slammed it shut. Slowly, she walked into the entrance of a large business building and took the elevator up to the highest floor.

Finally, that damned girl would be dead soon, well good riddance! That's the only reason she had taken the job anyway…

Almost a week ago, men came and actually kidnapped her off the street. She was brought to this very building and met with a certain…person. He had two choices for her;

1) Get shot

2) Work for him for a while and get a pretty handsome sum

She picked 2.

The guy was obviously wealthy and had power. She thought he was top in the scales…next to the Koshiwa millionaires of course. And it just turned out that Sango was to be married to Leon Koshiwa.

They asked Beth to keep an eye on girl and her…ex. Also, there was another part about making sure this Kouga character killed Leon. That was all. Of course, before taking the offer, she demanded more information.

A man named Hiro Nusanka worked for Mr. Makoto Koshiwa, and was apparently jealous of his fortune. As Makoto grew older, the company was meant to be passed down to Hiro after his death but then Leon stepped in. Now, Leon was next in line to take over the company and all the money and Mr. Nusanka became angry. So, he made a visit to an old friend, Naraku, who happened to be the owner of a major producer company in Japan and the boss of a sort of syndicate. Nusanka hired a pair of assassins to take Leon out before Makoto's death so that the company belonged to him again.

What Hiro did not know, however, was that if the company managed to find it's way back into his hands, Naraku would murder him and take the fortune and the company for himself.

But there were complications.

Turned out, Leon's fiancé had a past relationship with one of the assassins hired and he would end up refusing the job.

However, that would not happen.

So, all Beth had to do was stand behind Kouga and Miroku with a gun pointed at their heads while they shot down the soon to be married couple.

Easy enough.

And Beth didn't give a damn about anyone else but herself. Thus, she greedily accepted his proposal.

Once the elevator hit the top floor, the doors opened up to a large room, Naraku's office.

It was purple.

She hated purple.

She slowly made her way to the desk at the front of the room and sat down in the leather chair. He wasn't there.

'I want my damn money…'

She threw her purse over her arm and stood up, but just as she turned around, she ran into a tall woman. His secretary, Kagura.

"Excuse me!"

Kagura raised an eyebrow. "Excuse you."

Beth glared at the woman with crimson eyes. "Where is Naraku? He told me to meet him here."

Kagura handed the girl an envelope sealed with a purple seal. "He asked me to give this to you. It is an invitation to the ball that is to be held tomorrow night. He wants you to be his date."

She turned and was about to exit when she was stopped by the annoying British woman.

"I didn't ask to go to some stupid dance, I want my money!"

Kagura sighed. Somehow, she knew this would be one of the complications. Her hand found its way to the gun she kept strapped to her leg under her work dress and aimed it at her. "You will be at the ball tomorrow night. Naraku will pick you up and eight sharp." She stated, annoyance could be hinted in her harsh tone.

Beth looked at the gun and nodded slowly, like a scared child. "Alright then…" She whispered.

Kagura smiled at the girl and put her gun away. "Now run along little girl."

Beth quickly made her way out the door without another word.

Kouga groaned in frustration as he followed Naraku down the hall of the small building. "What's this about?"

"I would like to show you something…."

He stopped at a door and picked out a key from the many he had latched to his side. He inserted it into the lock and opened the door.

Inside, a small boy that looked about twelve years old sat in a corner of the dark room that was filled with what seemed to be chicken bedding on the floor. He was shielding his eyes from the bright light coming from outside the door. Kouga's stomach sank at the sight.

The poor child looked as if he was being starved to death, his cheeks caving in slightly from lack of food. His eyes had dark bags under them, and he looked so dirty. The whole room stunk of what seemed like urine.

"What are you doing to this child?"

"This is the bait."

Kouga blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"You could tell the chief of the FBI that there will be a few more dead bodies coming into he morgue soon enough."

Kouga's eyes widened. He knew. Before Kouga could do anything, he was knocked in the back of the head with something hard and fell to the floor unconscious.

Naraku smirked and looked at Kohaku. "Here, a new roommate." Kouga was picked up and thrown into the room, landing next to the broken boy. And in a quick motion, the door slammed shut, again engulfing the room in darkness.

Leon sighed and looked at his watch. It was almost three, she was late. Sango was supposed to be there by now.

The streets were crowded today, like always, as he waited in front of a small boutique store.

They were planning on meeting so that they would be able to go over a few wedding plans and other things that were supposed to take place the next night.

Leon, like every other rich company owner in the city, was invited to the Miasma Corp. Sixteenth Annual Summer Ball. He had decided to bring his beautiful Sango along since he was in need of a date. He had needed to talk to her more about what they would be doing there and whatnot.

Leon turned his heel and began walking back to the place he told his limo driver to pick him up; he'd call Sango when he got to the limo. But just as he turned the corner, he knocked into someone.

"Oh, so sorry." He stuttered.

Miroku scratched his head. Where could Kouga be? He pushed his way through the crowds of people walking down the streets of Tokyo. It was really getting annoying having to look for him, why didn't he ever tell him where he was going?

'Idiot.'

Miroku sighed and just decided to give up. He turned one last corner and rammed into someone.

"Oh, so sorry." The man stuttered.

Miroku blinked. "No..problem."

The stranger was just about to leave but something in Miroku's tiny brain clicked. "Hey, aren't you Leon Koshiwa?"

Leon stopped and nodded. "I am."

"Oh, I thought I recognized you…"

'Wow, no wonder Sango's with him. He's like a God and you're a scrawny dork.'

'Shut up.'

"Well, goodbye." Leon walked away, thinking the man was some sort of poor sap wanting money. He got a lot of that when he was on the streets…

Miroku shook his head. "Oh Sango…what have we gotten ourselves into?"

Another chapter complete. What, no review responses? I don't love you? Of course I do, they're all in the next chapter so hurry up and read it!