Hello again and welcome to another exciting session of Crazy humans and Freaky Humans! I have a question to ask all of you guys and I need it for the story line. Do you all think that I should put Kikyo into the story or what? I really don't know if it is crucial to the story line so I will wait on your reviews to tell me what you think.

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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and all the others. Though what I would do with Sesshomaru evil glint in eye .

Warning- InuYasha shows up this chapter and well… he isn't really the best of guys. And this will be kind of… angst filled with Sango and Miroku. A block in their love life road.

Chapter 5-

The sound of forced sobs and pounding echoed through the small room at the end of a long hallway. Making the servants who rushed by wonder what lay beyond the door. A tall man with long black hair waltzed down the subdued hallway while whistling a happy go lucky tune. Seeming to all the world as if he could not hear the sounds of misery past the door.

He stopped by a particularly cute maid and smiled leeringly at her bringing a finger out to beckon her to him. She glanced around at him and then shaking from head to foot sidled over to him. 'What did he want with her? The master had already today torn her shirt twice then ripped her dress seam once. Why now the young master?'

"Yes, sir? What could I do for you?" Her voice quivered just a bit making him smirk slightly. The smell of her fear made his blood pump faster.

He moved fast around her and he had her against the wall with him leaning into her neck breathing in her scent in less then 2 seconds. "I want you to come to my room after you have all your chores done." The girl whimpered trying to push him away but he wouldn't be that easily subdued. One thing that Naraku had done for him was make him more powerful then the other humans on this earth.

"Master, I really don't think I'll be done until around tomorrow morning. You'll be doing your own things by then." They had brought many curious glances their way and now gathered around them a crowd of workers and servants. He growled slightly telling them to back off. His anger was boiling and soon he would have to vent on something.

"Let her go sir. She did nothing to deserve this treatment." A young man in the crowd stated glancing at the girl and then up at him with angry eyes. The growl became more pronounced. He had, had enough of these putrid wastes of human beings. He let the girl go and ran over to the young man quicker then a normal human could. Before the man could cry out, he had his neck twisted and with a satisfying crunch the neck broke leaving the young man dangling in his grasp.

A gasp came over the whole crowd and a sound of fear came upon them making him smirk evilly to them all. "Any other man or woman here who tries to make me stop when I am doing something will be put to their grave early just like this pathetic man." His amber eyes swept the entire crowd. "Do you all understand?" When everyone nodded he went back to the now crying little maid. "Good, now leave me be!"

The crowd quickly disinigrated and he was alone with the maid again. "Now my dear where was I? Oh yes…" And with that he tore her shirt and skirt all the way through having the young girl cry in pain and agony. "Please master… I will go to your room tonight, just leave me be." He was coming closer to her mouth, ever closer when he was hit in the head with a small flying projectile.

"Ow." He stated calmly while rubbing his head and looking around him in wonder of who would dare hurt him. What he saw was a young woman. One with brown hair and the deepest of green eyes. And one that he thought he would never see again.

"Sango!" He yelled watching from the corner of his eye as the young maid ran to the interfering Sango. He moved forward threatening but one step from Sango and he rethought his actions. He had always been afraid of the woman in front of him. She seemed to act more like a warrior then a young pleasing to look at woman.

A growl of frustration came out of him and he quickly calmed his breathing hoping to sound pleasing and quite happy to see her. Even though he wanted to slit her throat. Sango glanced at him and then paled completely making him think that she would faint on sight.

"InuYasha!"

InuYasha smiled at her and held out his hand while mock bowing to her. "Why, my lady. I wouldn't think you would remember me. Enchante, Mon Amie."

(Break)

Sango could not believe her eyes. The man that had been Kagome's real last love in high school. The man that had torn all of their hearts apart, but leaving Kagome's in shreds so small she could barely pick them up. The evil maggot from hell would pay making Kagome's life so miserable in the past years.

"How could you do that to Kagome. Go and tell her that she was beautiful in everyway possible and then just at the end when you gave her the ring…" Sango couldn't finish though because InuYasha interrupted to finish telling the story.

"…The ring that told her that I would love her until the end of time. The ring that she took as a sign of promise. The ring that she threw right at my head after you told her that I just wanted all the women in school by the time I graduated. Oh, how she had cried to me and begged me to please reconsider. AND THEN you came up to me and spat in my face, hit me across the cheek, oh, and don't forget you then pushed me into the headboard of the bed, which- by the way- I couldn't get out of until that morning when Scarlet Trying found me just snoozing away." He turned to Sango and grinned without any happiness in the gaze at all. More like the gaze held a look of loathing that could melt a wall down in five seconds flat if he had the power of doing that.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He yelled (losing the last straw of his temper) at her watching as finally the maid ran screaming down the hallway.

Sango grinned and moved her finger in the tisk, tisk sort of fashion. "Now when you were in high school did you ever talk in that kind of rude language?" She put her hands on her waist and growled at him in the way that scared many men away from her. "You little bastard, I really want to kill you right now and sweep the rest of your bones out that window behind you." InuYasha glanced behind him and gulped audibly. "But I really would be in a pickle because you see, me and everyone else was brought here and I'm the only one that is able to move around since the rest of the group seem to be…" Right about now was when Sango began to cry. "Turning into little fish freaks, so thank you so much InuYasha for being here and making my life even better. Thank You!"

InuYasha's eyes seemed to calm and reach out to her for a little bit and he reached his hand out palm up as if to say sorry for all he had done. "Sango…" He said quietly, and then it was the same as before, him being the arrogant jerk he was and Sango watching him warily.

"Wait… everyone, you must mean everyone that was at school with us. Meaning you, Sesshomaru…and Kagome?" He ended it as a question hoping to get some answers from her, but Sango stalked to him making him walk into the wall behind him right next to the window she had threatened to throw him out of earlier. She brought her hand up and began pulling his hair while banging it against the wall.

"Now, why would I tell you, who was here. That would just make me worst of a friend then I am right now. I'm sorry about this Inu-Chan but in the morning you may have a bit of a headache." Her voice scratched with hatred and in her eyes fire burned.

InuYasha jerked away and began to walk down the hallway around Sango and then paused 10 feet from her. "I think I'll go and find out where Kagome is… maybe taste some of her goods." Sango jerked in a breath of air and turned ready to fling her other shoe at him, but he was long gone. "You little ass-wipe! I'll kill you if you even get close to her. Do you hear me?" But of course he couldn't and Sango brought in a breath of the stale air in the hallway.

"I better get back to Miroku…"

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His breath left him quickly as he tried to make it to the door of his room, yet when he stood up he felt a pressure begin in his legs and he fell back down. What was going on? Why couldn't he stand? And why goddamn it could he not stop itching himself.

Miroku clenched his teeth and put his head in his hands rocking back and forth. Over the past week Sango had never left his side and every night she would crawl over to him and cry. Repeating over and over again how sorry she was that she had hurt him and Kagome. Every time she began he would pretend to be asleep or just turn over quickly to make her scurry to her side of the room again.

He looked down at his hands and noticed how ashen in color they had turned. They were not the tan prized color he had once treasured. He had noticed all over his body the color had changed. His skin everywhere was now that ashen color, becoming lighter on his back and a dark purple on his belly. He had also noticed that his skin seemed to becoming slimier, like you feel when you pick up a fish after you have taken it out of water. Dull splashes of dark gray had begun to show on his tail as well and everyday he had so much pain that he thought he might have the flu.

Daily Sango would look at him and everyday he waited for the time when she would state that he was a monster and she didn't have time for likes of him. But each day she would come into the room looking very remorse and then when she would see him she would brighten, making his heart leap in response. He would talk to her and never once did he show his pervert side… Okay, maybe a couple of times. Miroku rubbed his face in remembrance to the echoes of slaps.

'I really have to learn to control my hands.' He thought with a boyish grin.

Suddenly a sharp twinge of pain went through his legs and he grunted in pain bending over and scooting to his pallet on the ground. 'Why do I have these pains coming on me and why am I changing?' He grimaced with the pain radiating from his body while trying to massage to ache out.

He glanced up when he heard a sound coming from the door of the room, the sound of the lock twisting open. "Sango…" He wanted to shout, yet it came out as a grunt of pain and he doubled over holding his sides. All the while he watched his arms begin to shine and the skin fall away onto the ground.

What was left in its place was a shiny film of fish like scales all gray in color. He looked across the room to a corner where a bucket of water was kept to keep him cool and itch free during the night. As he grabbed it, he saw quickly his reflection.

Where his hair used to be a coal black now in places it had become a dark violet full of vibrant color and catching the light, making his whole face seem alive. His eyes also had changed and he shoved the bucket away, hiding his face in the process as Sango walked into the room.

"Hi Miroku! Guess what I just found out?" Sango said in a sarcastic way while she walked to the bucket of water and placed a rag in it to make it wet. She glanced his way thought she couldn't see his face since his bangs seemed to cover his eyes and he seemed a little less confident in his self.

"Miroku…? What's the matter?" And she walked silently over to him where all of a sudden he jerked away from her and scrambled to the farthest corner of the room. But what shocked her most was that he was growling at her like some wild, ferocious animal. Miroku was trying to tell her to leave him alone but no words came out of his mouth.

He slowly lifted his head and stared gently at her with eyes that were no longer full of emotion. No, they were now the darkest black depths of hell. What you would see on a shark in a movie. Sango's gasp of surprise and fear confirmed his guess of his change and he put his head on the wall behind him.

'WHY? When he was just starting to feel perfect in everyway possible. Good job, great friends, and one heck of a sweet girl. Why did he have to have this happen to him?'

A light touch hit his shoulder and as if without no will of his own he flipped around and brought his hands out in a large swipe, a roar coming from his mouth. A small scream echoed about him as his hand settled on a woman and he quickly brought his eyes back at Sango. A splatter of blood hit his face.

'Oh no!'

He looked down at his hands seeing claws retracting into his fingers with blood staining them.

"OH NO!"

A quick glance up proved his worst fears. He had struck a woman, just as his father had done in drunken rage to his mother. A pain filled howl entered the room as he saw Sango's blood stained, and scarred face staring back at him with fear. He moved his hand to his side as fast as he could, watching her the whole while.

(BREAK)

A small sob came out of Sango's throat and she flung herself away from him faster than a train out of control. She was shaking and staring into his dark eyes seeing no emotion and thinking that he had really become nothing but a beast. An animal that would hurt her at the first opportune moment. When he had begun to speak she couldn't understand him, the words had been just like Kagome's all mangled and sounding like growls.

She saw out of the corner of her eye a glistening, claw hand coming up to her cheek to smooth her tears away and to stop the blood flow that was now getting into her eyes, but when she saw his hand inching slowly to her face her instinct for survival kicked in.

Sango jumped away from him to the other side of the room standing and in her fighting stance. Her last words to him echoing in the quietness surrounding them.

"Don't come near me, you monster!" Sango put her hand over her mouth in horror of what she just said and lowered her head into the hands waiting to place her burden of life: Her special relationship with Miroku. Her bangs covering her eyes, she glanced up at him in his own corner and saw his face- his once handsome and boyish face- contorted to a look of betrayal and hopelessness. His eyes actually having tears come to the edge, but every time the tears began to fall he would swipe them away.

Sango's own tears welled in her eyes seeing him and she sobbed as quietly as she could into her arm. Mourning for all the betrayals that she had done so far. Miroku still had a conscience; he had just been using his new instincts. And she had called him one of the foulest names that could hurt him. "You Monster!"… How could she have done that to him?

A small flicker of emotion came into her head that said she should walk over to him and hug him close saying she would think of him as the same perverted guy all her life, she would never leave him alone. But the fear of his monster instincts and ideas kept her where she was.

'He's not Miroku anymore; he's an experiment for the man I work for…'

She stood slowly and walked over to the door unlocking it to admit her frame out of the blood smelling room. She glanced over her shoulder at the man she had begun to fall for, but had never been able to go on a date with, or kiss for that matter.

He was watching her, seeing what her movement would be.

"I'm sorry Miroku. I should have been better or knew that you would hate me. Please know that I will always think of you as a… as a good friend. Whatever may come to pass."

Miroku raised a hand to her and began to say something in his new language, but since she couldn't understand, she shut the door on him. Tears running down her face as she walked into the room she had left that first day on the island and she tried to block out the roars of suffering coming from all around her.

She worked for Naraku. She must remember that.

But she couldn't seem to forget a tender emotion filling her body after she left Miroku's prison. It seemed to be his emotion; maybe his own words to her.

Sango! Wait! I lo… But she had not heard the rest. She had blocked it out.

'I will never know love! I will always be killing others dreams because of my own selfishness. Miroku… I'm the real monster here.'