A/N: I've been actually writing a book on the side, but this idea was so interesting I just had to continue. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Chapter Three

"It's right over there, Saybrook College. Like I said, right up the street. You actually passed it when you arrived at the visitor's center." Miroku pointed out an elaborate building with a swish of his water bottle. He seemed casual about the view, as ifsixteenth century style gothic towers were a part of his normal day at school. But considering that he was a junior here, it probably was.

"You never said-" Her words faded into a shocked silence as she looked out the opposite car window at her new home. Sango couldn't help but stare at the structure. 'You've got to be kidding me.' She thought. 'The pictures in the brochure so do not give this place justice.'

"Sango, Sango." A bottle suddenly blocked her sight of Saybrook. "Yale to Sango."

She glared at the grinning fool in the passenger seat. His laughing grin faded to a satisfied smirk. "Everyone has that reaction on the first day. It's a sign that you'll probably be a fanatical Saybrugian like the rest of us. Welcome home."

"You've got to be kidding me." She repeated aloud. Although she was mad at his smirk, she was in shock enough about the college to forgive the cocky attitude. "I was expecting gothic, but this is a little-"

"-extreme?"

"Try Harry Potterish or maybe medieval England. Unreal."

Miroku smiled. "The technical term is late Gothic revival. Don't worry, it gets better inside." He glanced behind him, out the rear window. "You might want to park, you're kind of blocking traffic."

Sango shook her head. "All right, so where do I park, oh high junior?"

"That's upperclassmen to you, freshie. And you might want to park near the Old Campus."

"The Old Campus? Why?"

"Did you read up at all before you came here?" He seemed incredulous.

"Well, I saw the information about my college, and I skimmed through the other pages. It's been a hectic summer."

"Then you might want to skim through them again. Freshman assigned to any other of the twelve residential colleges, other than Silliman and Timothy Dwight, are required to live on the Old Campus."

Sango blinked in surprise. "So we don't really enter the college until sophomore year?"

"You don't live here, yeah, pretty much. Don't worry though; you'll still be connected to Saybrook. We don't ignore our newbies." He patted her thigh in what he must have imagined was a friendly gesture.

Sango glared. "Do I need a restraint order on you to stop you from being a pervert?"

"It's a natural gift." Miroku grinned.

"More like a curse." She muttered in return. "So where's this Old Campus?" Sango asked in a louder, more resigned voice.

"Back down the street, nearly opposite from the lovely visitors' center where I found you."

"Is that so?" She resumed driving down the main road, Elm Street. "You played me, didn't you?"

"It's an upperclassmen trick, but honestly, I only wanted the enjoyment of your company."

"Spare me." Sango scoffed. "So what is your real motivation?"

"Why ask such a question?" he seemed wounded.

"Because men like you always have some trick up their sleeve. Is this the place?" Sango asked, pausing near a busy building entrance, similar to Saybrook in the architectural design. 'Gothic Revival was it?' she recalled mentally. It seemed like the typical bustle of freshman. She wondered how she could have missed such an obvious sign earlier. Scanning for room, she quickly snagged a spot close to the entrance arch.

"Yes, this is the Old Campus." Miroku nodded. "I guess I'll let myself out here; head back to my dorm."

"Or you could help me find out where the hell I'm going, fellow Saybrookian."

"Saybrugian." Miroku corrected, opening the door.

"Whatever." Sango waved dismissingly. "So how about it?"

"I'm rather busy this morning, and you don't seem to favor my presence anyway." He yawned, and stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Right now you're the only experienced Yalie I know, so I'll take what I can get." She turned off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"I don't know, you're rather unfriendly." He began to close the door.

Sango leaned across the seats quickly and grasped the door handle, keeping the door open. She stared up at him. "Or do you need a favor in return?"

Miroku hesitated, then opened the door wider and kneeled in front of the reclining girl. His violet eyes were dancing with mischief. "What kind of favor are we implying, mademoiselle Sango?"

"Cut the flirting out. You want my sister don't you?"

The laughter in his eyes died to a quiet glimmer. "What makes you think that?"

"You two were flirting quite seriously out there yesterday. And I'm not naïve or vain enough to think that a man wouldn't want Kagome over me in a heartbeat."

"Is that so?" He smiled. Sango frowned. She didn't know why she was explaining herself to him, but the urge to tell him how she felt was insistent.

"Yes, it's always been that way and always will be. How can I ever compete with her wide brown eyes, perfect smile, and flirty, sexy personality? I've heard so much from guys who want her too that it's made me all too aware."

"Sounds like you have a problem, having a sister that hot." He said, in a rather neutral tone. He was staring intently at Sango; it was as if her words were the most vital he'd ever heard. She had a fleeting thought that if the pervert had one endearing trait; it had to be the way he listened. But still, it didn't matter, because she would have to do the usual proposal and arrange another boyfriend for her lovely sister.

"It's a problem, sure, but not one I can't live with. She's not a bad person, honestly. She has the sweet personality to match the looks. Except that she can get a bit hard-headed sometimes." Sango climbed into the passenger seat so to sit more comfortably. Miroku sat on the pavement, seeming comfortable despite the heat and the hard cement. He still watched Sango closely. It made her almost a bit flattered and nervous. 'He certainly has a way of making women feel important, doesn't he? But then he'll probably ruin it with another perverted action.'

"So the deal is this: you help me get settled in to Old Campus and Yale this year, and I'll hook you up with my sister, who, by the way, is incredibly difficult to get on your own attempt."

"Oh, I'm sure I could find another woman who's more difficult." Miroku smiled.

"Is it a deal?" Sango pressed. She really could use the help, and it wouldn't hurt being able to keep tabs on one of Kagome's boyfriends.

"So I keep your company this year, and in return I am rewarded a lovely girlfriend? Seems like a dream come true for any man."

"I'm sure there are some who would find the obligation too much." Sango shrugged. She wondered why he was being so indifferent about this. Most men jumped at the chance to date Kagome.

"Deal then. If Kagome wishes it, I'll date her, and in return, I'll be your guide to your new life."

"Deal." Sango felt a momentary twinge of guilt for offering up Kagome for a bargain. But her sister had showed some interest in this man, so she might as well give him a chance. He might even be enough to distract her from moping about Inuyasha.

"I'll call her tonight, and arrange the first date."

"And I'll get you started on your orientation. What hall are you in?"
"Hall?" Sango gave Miroku a blank look. He sighed and stood up, then ran slender fingers through his tied hair.

"Mademoiselle, I have the feeling this is going to be a long year."