AN: Hello. Sorry for the long time to update. As many people told me in my reviews, Sango is older than Kagome. Now, I never knew that. Sorry for that, guys. I haven't seen the show in a long time, and I always thought Kagome was the older one. I don't know, but, thanks for clearing that up with me. Anyways! Please check my profile for updates on story information, and update info. Also, please be sure to thank Darth Souten in your reviews! She's uploading these for me, so be sure to give her credit! If it wasn't for her, it would take longer to get these to you! Please enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter: I Remember You

The day was just beginning, and Sango was hoping to do some shopping while her parents were still out of town. Kagome and Inuyasha were at the theaters, watching a new romantic movie together. It gave Sango the perfect excuse to go into town alone.

She had always wanted to go into the southern part of town, just to see how the other half lived. It interested her in a way she didn't know. Not to mention, deep in her mind, she thought she would run into that Miroku again.

The man had scared her, and she had stayed up restless the night before. That wink of his just wouldn't get out of her mind, and she forcefully had to kick it out. Every time she thought of him, her cheeks turned a light pink and her heart fluttered. She hoped she wouldn't run into him just for the sake that she wouldn't know what to do.

On the other hand. He was gorgeous. It wouldn't hurt to just see him once more.

Humming a little tune to herself, she found a small little store on the corner of the street. It looked nice, and fairly decent, for where it was located. Sango had heard stories that this part of town was the worst, but she kept a can of pepper spray in her bag for safety reasons. It was a trick Kagome had taught her.

Gently pushing the door open, she looked around. There were shelves almost ten feet high, all packed to the fullest. Apparently it was a well-owed store. She began with the first aisle, seeing plenty of bed sheets and pillows. All looked lovely, and most were fairly priced. The next aisle was just the same, but with kitchen towels and decorative.

By the time she reached the tenth aisle, she was questioned with what to get. There were so many choices; all seemed too good to pass up. Shaking her head, she found a small soda machine and glanced it over.

"This one tastes the best," came a familiar voice. Sango turned, her face brightening as she saw Miroku leaning casually over her. He was leaning on his elbow on the top of the machine, his other hand pointing towards a soft drink button. "Or, if you prefer the non-sugar kind, go with this one." He pointed to another with his finger, and Sango glanced down, using it as an excuse to avoid his gaze.

"You look familiar, do I know you?"

He doesn't even remember! I should have known, she thought to herself. She shook her head, deciding it was best to just tell him she didn't know him. No harm done. "No, we've never met."

"Really? I'm usually good with faces."

She smiled, "I guess not anymore."

He laughed, and she felt like she would melt. His laugh was so full of freedom, of heart. It sent shivers down her spine. "Well, why don't we change this? Hello, Miss. My name is Miroku."

His hand extended for hers, and she stared at it before she shook it. "Sango," was her only reply.

"Ah! I remember you!"

She blinked, her face turning twice as red as it was before. "Y-you do?"

"Yeah, you were that girl that was with those other two. What were their names? Kagome and Inuyasha?"

She looked down, pretending to be occupied with the soda machine. She put in her dollar and pushed a button. It was the first soda he recommended to her. "I don't remember."

"Well, we didn't say that much towards each other," he said, his voice lowering.

Is he just upset that I wouldn't talk to him, or that I wouldn't sleep with him in the future? She vanished the thought, knowing it was rude. "Oh, yes. I remember. You were that man that winked at me."

He chuckled, "You say it like it never happened to you before."

Her blush returned. "It hasn't."

Miroku didn't respond, his jaw dropping slightly. She reached down to grab her drink and opened it slowly after tapping it lightly.

"I can't believe it," he whispered.

"Believe what?" She asked after taking a sip.

"That that was the first wink you ever had."

She chuckled, "You say it like it's supposed to happen."

"Well, yeah. Duh."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you looked at yourself lately? You're so beautiful."

She looked away, taking another sip nervously. If he doesn't stop, I'm going to faint.

"Seriously. I can't believe it."

"Well, men where I live don't wink. They court."

"Ah, yes. You're from the northern part of town. I remember. Where the trees were guarded by their own fences." He laughed lightly, and her heart fluttered at the sound.

"Yes, that's right."

He let in a deep breath, "So, tell me. What brings a north girl down here to the south, hm?"

"I'm just here shopping for a while."

"The north shops not good enough for you?"

"No. I've just never been here before. I wanted to see it."

"Uh-huh? Is that so?"

She rolled her eyes, taking another sip. He laughed, patting her shoulder. The touch was electric, and she was almost sure he felt it, too. "Listen, I get off in an hour."

"What do you mean?"

"I work here," he said, shrugging. "I know, lame job. But, hey, if you're not doing anything. Maybe a north girl would like to see a south town with a south boy."

His smile was so warm, so welcoming. She couldn't help but nod. His eyes lit up once she said yes, and he laughed. "I'll see you in an hour."