A/N: Dude, I think this is the only chapter so far that's really thrown me into a loop. There's only a few more parts left before this story can be said to be "all wrapped up", but the way things happen…don't mind me, I'm just ranting in my little note because I'm the silly little author.
But I do want to thank again all the reviews, good and bad (there's been a few critical ones, but I honestly do appreciate them as well as the good. It tells me how I can improve it for you guys) and all the character ideas like Koga being a wee bit too nice (kinda picked up on that), where's Sesshoumaru, and where's Shippo (how could I do a story without those guys, really?)
So thanks again for being so patient and supportive, and enjoy reading!
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arigato
Chapter Eleven
"On the week's outlook for the New Haven area, it looks like there's a chance of snowfall. So be on the look for flurries-" Sango clicked off the television set in the common room, yawning and stretching.
She had just pulled another all-nighter, trying to finish her general biology report. Now her mind spun with diagrams of dissected frogs. 'Definitely not a good thing to be focused on in the morning.' She yawned again for good measure. 'Perhaps a nap before class?'Anything that involved sleep atthe momentsounded good to her.
Climbing into her bed, she set the alarm clock for 9:30, giving her a good forty-five minutes to get going for the class. After checking the clock once, she fell fast asleep.
"Sango, hey wake up." She heard a voice call out to her, pulling her from the depths of slumber.
"Ten more minutes." She muttered thickly.
"Ten more minutes and you'll be late." The voice said a bit more thoughtfully. "Though you might be late even if you left now."
"What?" Sango sat up to see Miroku standing by her bed. "Late?"
Miroku nodded, smiling broadly. "I see you're up. Ready to go to class?"
"What time is it?" A thought just struck her. "And what are you doing in my dorm?" She heard giggles from the common room outside her door.
"Your friends let me in." The dark-haired boy looked around. "Nice dorm. When I was a freshman, I didn't get my own room."
"Poor dear." Sango said shortly. She climbed out of bed quickly, snatching the books she needed from the side table.
"Don't worry, the professor won't be too mad with you. She's pretty late herself at times."
"That's comforting." Sango replied, searching for her boots.
"They're under the side table."
"Oh." She found them. "Thanks."
"Ready?" He asked again, this time from the bedroom door. Sango nodded. "Then let's go." He held the door out wider for her, bowing. She rolled her eyes but stepped outside.
Ayame and Kagura sat in armchairs by the fireplace, grinning at her. "Kanna already left for class, but she's the one who let him in." Kagura explained.
"I bet she thought it was a riot." Sango said dryly.
"Probably, but you know my sister; she's quiet about everything, so you can't tell really." Kagura shrugged.
Sango nodded. "Well I suppose we'd better be going now, before anyone in the hall realizes you're the only male on an all-female floor."
Miroku chuckled, and opened the door. "I have a feeling they won't be too upset."
Sango scowled. "We'll see." She left the dorm with Miroku, not bothering to wave to her traitorous roommates. Kagura and Ayame only laughed again.
Sango felt rather uncomfortable, to tell the truth, walking with the junior. She felt a mix of emotions, between the urge to confess, the fear of embarrassment and rejection, and strangely, jealousy of her sister. 'I should have never made the offer to get them together.' She thought gloomily. 'Why would any guy want me after dating Kagome?' She sighed aloud, watching her breath mist in the cold morning air. With her frosty breath went her courage.
A strained silence seemed to last forever between them as they walked across the campus. Finally, it seemed Miroku couldn't take it any longer. He began, "You know, I never got to see you after the game."
"That's because Koga and I went out for a drink." Sango answered bleakly.
"Sango, are you all right?" Miroku halted her with a hand on her arm.
"Why shouldn't I be?" Sango replied, just a little bit defensively. She looked up to glare at him and found that she couldn't quite meet those violet eyes. Instead she concentrated on a button located on his jacket.
"Koga told me about the break-up." Miroku explained.
"What did he say exactly?" Sango narrowed her eyes, but still would not look up."All he said was that you'd be better off with someone worthwhile. He casually dates a lot of girls during the regular school year, and then some. But he felt you weren't the type to just fool around with. Or at least, that's how he explained it to me."
"At least you're honest, although a bit blunt." Sango responded to the explanation. She was beginning to feel a little irritated, but she couldn't figure out why. "Look, what's your point in all this?"
"Well I – I mean," Miroku hesitated, "you bargained for a counselor right?"
"About all that – look, just forget the deal. You can do whatever you want; I'm setting you free of having to help me out." She wrested her hand out of Miroku's grip. "So you don't have to pretend to be my friend anymore, all right?"
"What are you talking-"
"I mean it! So you can just go back to your socially elite upperclass friends, and never embarrass yourself again talking to a stupid, childish, naïve freshman!" She didn't know where the words were coming from, but she could seem to stop herself. Tears came to her eyes, and she ran off, dropping her books in her haste to leave. She didn't want him to see her cry. Not after this.
"Sango! Wait!" Miroku called to her, starting to go after her. But he paused, realizing she had dropped her notebooks. 'That silly girl, she really was upset wasn't she?'
He looked around, noticing the curious onlookers to the very public scene."All right guys; you've had your show. Unless you want autographs, keep moving." Miroku was feeling rather tired and grumpy suddenly. 'It's probably the weather. But then again, it could have been the fact that Sango had run out like that.' He paused wistfully. 'I wish she'd listen once in a while.'
Kneeling down, he picked up the assorted notebooks, shaking his head. 'She's going to regret dropping these.'
Among themwere her biology notes. He flipped through the book, admiring her neat writing and beautifully made sketches. 'They're pretty good, even if they are frogs and cells.' he thought, feeling his grumpiness fade away.
A small slip of paper fell out of one of the pages of the notebook.Catching it before it fluttered to the leaf strewn sidewalk, he flipped back to the page where it had slipped out.
As he wasinsertingit back in the book he couldn't help but notice what was written on the paper -a short, written plan:
Plan to Get Koga and Ayame to Talk
Suggest meeting in the commons (Old Campus green)
Times: 8:30, 9:30, 10:30, 11:00
Bring coffee/hot drink
Initiate conversation
Quietly leave when things go well
Miroku smiled. That was altogether too much like Sango. 'She's always thinking about everyone else's life before her own.' He tucked the plan between the notebook's pages, and shut the book. Looking up towards the science block, he decided to himself.'Maybe it's time to change allthat.'
