Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I own Dark Horizon, and all my OOC characters.

When I was writing this chapter I wasn't really giving a cow's shit about correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation or editing so I might have done a crappy job. (shrugs) Oh well. Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to the other two, you should turn on the news. Big Q and Psyche are in court 'cuz investigators found out that those two were assisting Michael Jackson on this little "kid-molesting" spree. Check it out:

News Reporter: Right now, we are taking a break from the trial and standing behind me are the two girls that assisted Mr. Michael Jackson on his little-boy-molesting spree! (shoves microphone underneath Big Q's mouth) So, uh…little girl, tell the audience why you helped MJ with such a dastardly deed!

Big Q: (shifty eyes) I had nothing to do with it, and I won't talk.

News Reporter: But the people have a right to kno-

Psyche: (cuts in) I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I WAS FRAMED, YA HEAR ME! (grabs news reporter's shirt and starts shaking him) FRAMED, I TELL YOU!

(turns off t.v. just as zookeepers start shooting tranquilizers at Psyche) Yeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…..so you see. Anyway, whether they're convicted or not, they'll still be back here in a few chapters. Damn!

Thank you, KiT, for continuing to review my stories! You don't know how much it means to me! And thank you, sakuryn(sorry if I spelled it wrong, I'm such a retard…) for reviewing. I'm glad you found my story!

Mucho thankies to whoever else will review!

Here's chapter nine!

Chapter 9: Getting To Know You

After waiting just about the better half of forever, Sango had finally finished dressing and opened the door to find Hiroshima nearly asleep sitting next to her door.

"So what do you think of the ice-cream?" Hiroshima's grey eyes penetrated into Sango's chocolate brown ones. Under Flarenii's plan, Hiroshima took Sango to an ice-cream shop for step one of "plan-gather-info." The only bad thing was that it was a helluva cold day, and well, eating ice-cream is like:

Stomach: (cough, cough) I've reached the end of my rope…

Intestines: No, Stomach, no! Oh, what will I ever do without you?

Yeah, you got the picture right?

Sango didn't say anything, and continued to eat the frozen delicacy slowly in little bites. The icyness bit into her tongue, all-the-more making the day more cold. She made sure she didn't look into Hiroshima's eyes. She couldn't explain the feeling at the back of her head, but for some uncanny reason, the way the elder Jaamaru looked at her was just like the way Miroku did. Both perverted and intense. Maybe she should take Hinduism and reincarnation seriously…

"I'll take that as a, "Yes, it's very good, thank you very much, Hiroshima." The Prince said to himself, tilting his head slightly to the right. If circumstances were different, Sango would have thought that little gesture incredibly cute. But that's that.

Flarenii stood in line for lunch and looked out the window, wondering why the dark, grey clouds were so oddly shaped.

It was odd, just the two of them sitting in his car, an air of silence so thick you could almost taste it. But…Sango glanced at Hiroshima out of the corner of her eye. Why did he have to be so damn…polite! He's acting way too much like him!

S-stop that…

…Why are you doing this to me?

Sango's eyes shook as her head slowly dipped, her hands shuddered as she looked at them. No, this wasn't right. What's going on?

Hiroshima turned his head slightly and abruptly stomped on the brakes. He reached across and placed a hand on Sango's shaking figure. "Sango! What's wrong?"

Sango trembled and she slowly turned her head to face him. After a moment, her shivering ceased, but her eyes still shook. What is wrong with me? "W…what happened just now?"

Hiroshima sighed and looked back at her with his worry-filled grey eyes. "I don't know. Are you feeling all right?"

Sango nodded slowly, but Hiroshima wasn't quite convinced. Must be going through her period or something. Hiroshima got the car going soon, but Sango stared into her hands. What just happened now? When she looked into Hiroshima's eyes, for the fleetest second, she thought she saw Miroku looking back at her…

"Is that all you're going to eat?" Solphie asked, looking at her friend

"Nnnn…I'm not really hungry right now." Flarenii said, her tone bored as she stared out the window. It's just too bad I couldn't place a bug or something on Shima. That way, I'll be able to hear every little thing that's going on. And THAT way, I'll hear the truth, not the fucking shit that he's going to make up. With a heavy sigh, Flarenii got up and began to walk away slowly, not bothering to apologize when she bumped into the shoulder of another kid, spilling red soda on that kid's shirt.

Solphie raised an eyebrow. "What's a matter with her?"

Hiroshima and Sango walked side-by-side in through the many extraordinary stores of the great wonder known as "The Mall." They had stopped a couple of times to look at clothes, but for some reason, Sango wasn't as giddy about buying them as any other girl. Well, she's not like any other girl, she's in mental depression. Hiroshima reminded himself.

Hiroshima stopped walking and turned to Sango. "Can you wait here awhile? There's something I wish to purchase."

Sango saw him walk into a Walden's Bookstore where he greeted a young man who seemed to be the cashier. It seemed that the two knew each other because when the cashier pulled out a magazine, they snickered together at the contents.

Sango leaned back against the wall, ignoring all the sounds and the people walking past her. She shutted herself off and her mind wandered a bit. Why was she here again? How did she know these people?

It's your fault.

What? I didn't do anything. I can't help being so weak, Miroku's gone and what am I supposed to do now?

Girl, it's been four years now. You need to move on. Your life never revolved around Miroku and it never will. You two were a great item, but that was the past, and this is the now.

…How? You tell me to move on, but how do I move on? Do I simply forget the one I love and pretend that our relationship never existed!

Sigh…You're really hard to work with. You can't forget him. Miroku was a part of your life once, and no matter how hard you want to forget him, one part of your heart would always remind you of him, that is, if you want to forget him. Just, be yourself, look at things a brighter way. You still have your friends and family, make new friends.

Make new friends…My heart's too weighted. I can't do it, it'll just shatter again.

Hey, new friends are like super glue. They'll glue those pieces back up with the help of your old friends and family. The only they'll cost you is time.

…

I'm right aren't I? You can't so anything. Well, it's up to you now, tuck Miroku away in your happy memories and looked toward happier memories.

"Eh, Sango? Are you all right? Sango?"

That's right…happier memories…

"Sango!" Somebody gave her a light slap to the face, and when she looked up she saw Hiroshima standing in front of her. His voice was covered with a certain layer of concern. "Are you sure you're all right? You've been spacing out a while."

Sango didn't say anything, she shook her head a bit, and her hand felt the area that he had slapped. It was tingling slightly, but she felt it. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry."

Hiroshima laughed lightly. "No, no, it's all right. I get used to it, girls daydreaming about me and my good looks whenever I go on a date." He lifted up a small black plastic bag and shook it a little. "I got what I wanted. Come on, there's something I want to get you."

Sango was both surprised at what Hiroshima said, but she followed him anyway. "Come on, there's something I want to get you." Get her? What could he get her? Sango stared at Hiroshima's back the whole time he walked. It was like, somehow she could see beyond the white jacket and the Prince Charming exterior and into the fragile interior. She couldn't place her finger on it, but somehow she had a feeling that both Jaamaru's have a scar inside. Like something bad happened to them.

Bump.

Lost in her thoughts, Sango didn't realize that Hiroshima had stopped walking and walked straight into his back. Rubbing her forehead slightly, she mumbled a quick, "Sorry."

Hiroshima smiled at her, for some reason her face was getting hot, "It's all right."

Sango sighed inwardly in relief when he looked away. After straightening herself up, Sango turned and looked up at the sign: Kinko's Trinkets and Accessories.

Trinkets and accessories? What would Hiroshima want here? The store looked like it mostly consisted of things that a boyfriend would get for a girlfriend and vice versa.

Nonetheless, Hiroshima walked in anda small bell rang.

"Hi! Welcome to Kinko's Trinkets and Accessories! Where we have the most wonderful products for the young lovers and their-…Oh, it's just you, Hiroshima." A girl that looked around Sango's age leaned onto the counter and looked at the pair with a bored-but-slightly-amused expression. Her light lavender eyes swept from Hiroshima to Sango and back. The girl brought a hand up to her purplish hair and brushed lightly down. "You here with another one?"

"Well…uh…eh heh heh heh heh…" Hiroshima's eyes looked away nervously. Obviously the two knew each other.

"Is she your new…" The purple-haired girl brought up her pinky.

"NO." Sango replied flatly. The girl was taken aback by the sudden answer.

"Oh…okay. Anyway, what're you doing here."

Hiroshima smiled. "Nothing much. Just want to buy something, Kinko."

Sango looked at him, he wanted to buy something. Was that what he meant when he said he was going to get her something? (A/N: snort No, der, smart one.)

Kinko rolled her lavender eyes. "Well, hurry it up, I'm on my lunch brake." She stretched her arms and yawned. "Go ahead, check out anything you want. But…" She glared at Hiroshima. "You brake anything, you buy it."

"Yes, yes, I already have in mind what I want." Hiroshima tapped a spot on the glass counter. "I want that one."

Sango followed his finger and saw that it was a plain, but extraordinary beautiful yin-yang necklace.

"Good." Kinko pulled out her keys and opened the display window and tossed the necklace to Hiroshima without much care. "That'll be $9.99"

"What? I still have to pay?" Hiroshima looked shocked.

"Yes, how else am I suppose to pay my bills, dumbass."

As soon as the bell rang, Flarenii tore from her classes and ran straight into the bus that would take her home.

"Hope you had fun today." Hiroshima said, smiling at Sango was he stopped in front of her front door.

Sango nodded, and opened her door. Just when Hiroshima turned to leave, Sango called him. "Wait."

The silver-haired Prince Charming turned around. "Thank you."

He smiled and gave a small cheery wave before turning around and heading back to his Porsche.

Sango closed the door softly behind her and scooped Kirara up when the little kitten ran happily toward her mistress. The brown-eyed girl slid down the door and sat on the ground in the dark, dark apartment room.

Flarenii brushed her teeth with such a cavity-killing intent that her brother was watching in amazent. "Flarenii, your gums are bleeding real bad, just so you know."

"…Fuck you."

End Chapter 9

Well, that's that folks. Hope you don't hate me too much for taking so long to update. We all know that it was school to blame for. Please review. (Flames welcome.)

P.S.-Sorry, if this chapter is shorter than my other ones. I was in a hurry.