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Chapter Eight

"This is the day, man, this is the day." An excited Koga thumped his best friend's back as he passed him in the busy locker room.

"And what day is this?" Miroku leaned back from his locker with a small smile.

"This is the day that we send Harvard crying back to Cambridge!" Koga yelled, a hand striking the air.

"Is that so?" Miroku laughed. "You know, I've never seen you so excited before, and that's saying something."

"You wanna know why I'm so pumped?" Koga opened his locker in a flourish. "I'll tell you why. Life is perfect right now; I have a great football career, my grades are great, and my girlfriend's gorgeous."

"Right, Sango." Miroku's voice seemed to had lost any amusement it previously held. Koga looked over curiously, then smiled; a secret, rather sad smile.

"Yeah, she's pretty wonderful, but," Koga walked back towards Miroku, clasping his shoulder, "I wonder if her beauty is wasted on me." He murmured into Miroku's ear.

Walking back to his locker, Koga said in a louder voice, "This year the bulldogs are biting Harvard's ass!" A hearty cheer from the team met his yell.

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"Hey Sango, over here!" A voice called wildly from the stands in the Yale Bowl. Sango searched for the voice, finally seeking out her friend practically hopping in her seat. The girl grinned wider, if it was possible, as Sango climbed over others to sit beside her dorm mate.

"Hey Ayame! You seem excited." Sango shivered as a cool breeze passed through the stands.

"Excited? I'm stoked. Go Yale!" She cheered loudly. Other students met her cheer.

It was a chilly November evening, and the site of the most anticipated match of the season, the Harvard v. Yale game. If Sango had missed this game, both her boyfriend and Miroku would have hunted her down. She smiled at the thought of the two, demanding to know why she hadn't come watch. 'But Miroku would be so disappointed…' her mind trailed off with surprise. 'Why am I even thinking about him? He only wants my sister, in any case; it's not like I…'

It was better not to finish that particular thought.

Ayame watched her friend's expression with a mysterious look of her own. She seemed to nod to herself then turn back to the field, watching as the players entered.

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They were about to score the final touchdown of the game, Koga could feel it in his very bones. He nodded to Miroku as he walked past, getting into position as wide receiver. As a final good luck charm, he glanced up into the stands, seeking out his lady. It wasn't as if he was in love with her. She was a beautiful babe though, and he had to give homage.

He spotted Sango in the stands, sitting next to a familiar face. 'Ayame?' he thought to himself, making note of the long brown hair, slightly round face. They were fairly far away, but he thought she was fairly attractive now. 'Since that time she moved away.' He felt a slight pang for the old memory, but brushed it aside hastily.

Tonight they were going to win, nothing could distract him from that. He would just have two ladies to pay his respects to.

'With those gals, how could I lose?' he flashed a grin at Sango, but strangely she didn't seem to notice. Ayame waved though. He waved back, and followed, with his eyes, the direction of Sango's smile.

She was smiling at Miroku.

Somehow he didn't feel upset; in fact, it was almost as if all was right with the world at last. They would win for sure. Koga put his helmet on.

Ayame put down her hand, looking over at Sango. "Why didn't you wave back, Sango?"

"Huh?" Sango looked at Ayame, a wistful, yet joyous expression on her face.

"Your boyfriend; he was waving over here." Ayame remarked pointedly.

'My boyfriend…' she thought, feeling dismal all of the sudden. 'Koga was nice, no problems there, but he wasn't-'

"You're thinking of Miroku again aren't you?" Ayame leaned over to see her friend's face, her voice suddenly quiet. Yet Sango could still hear her over the yells of the Yalies in the stands.

"How'd you ever guess?" Sango sighed and shook her head. "Why do I keep thinking of him? I have a boyfriend now, and Miroku's dating my sister. Besides, a pervert like him would be bored by me."

"If you say so." Ayame said dubiously. She was back to watching the final play. She said, in a loud voice so to be heard, "I don't know him that well, so I'll have to take your word for it."

A loud cheer signaled the win for Yale. The band started to play victory fanfare. As fans moved down onto the field, Sango and Ayame included, Ayame grabbed her friend's sweater sleeve and spoke into her ear, "However, there is the thing about Koga."

"What about him?" Sango looked over. Ayame seemed rather angry, unusual for the high-spirited girl. Her grip was tight around Sango's arm.

"I used to know him when I was a kid." She lowered her head and bit her lip, loosening the grip. They made it down to the field in time for the school song. They sung the song loudly with the rest, but Sango was dying to know the rest of Ayame's story. The girl in question finally continued as they were exiting the field, on the way back to the dorm halls.

"He-He promised to marry me when we little. I know now it was just to keep up my spirits when I was moving away, but I really want to hold him to it." She looked up, glaring at Sango, as if daring to question her. Sango stared back in surprise. It was quiet now, outside the Bowl, and Sango could hear her confession clearly.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is – I love Koga okay?"

"You're serious, aren't you?" Sango said in disbelief.

"About as serious as a heart attack, yeah." Ayame confirmed in a grim voice. Sango, to the girl's surprise, hugged her tightly.

"Then take him; he's all yours, I mean it." Sango told her honestly. "He doesn't deserve me when there's someone like you who loves him."

"But what-what about you?" Ayame stammered in shock. The girl was blushing, but seemed elated.

"I'll be fine. I'd rather someone else find happiness than be unhappy because I am." Sango sighed.

"Miroku can't be that bad. Maybe you should talk to him about it." Ayame tried to advise her.

"Maybe, but I already know the answer. Besides," she shrugged, "I was too busy to have a boyfriend in any case."

"All right, if you're sure, then I think there's someone who needs to talk to you." Ayame looked past her friend with a small smile. "And he's right behind you."