Disclaimer: Nope, not yet. I just want Sesshy.

A/N: Please Read, Rate, and Review. Arigato

Miroku tried to keep his mind off of what just happened. He didn't want to think about how he had just hurt the one girl who he ever truly loved. He tried to ignore the very fact as he walked on wondering just thinking about what was to come. As the monk approached the springs, nervous chills ran up and down his spine. Never having done something like this before, he worried about everything. He entered the spring area, just past the huge trees that acted as a protected doorway, he felt really jumpy not yet seeing Jakotsu. Worried that Jakotsu was just playing with his emotions, he muttered a nervous "hello?" that was just barely heard.

"Ahh, houshi, you showed up." Right before Miroku's eyes walked the most gorgeous man he'd seen, donned in his lavender kimono and sword casually draped against his back.

All thoughts of Sango quickly vanished as he gazed up at Jakotsu while he walked over to him. "So…" he began, wondering what to do or what else to say.

"Draw your monk's staff."

"Huh?" He asked inquisitively. Surely he couldn't mean that already, they hadn't done anything yet. Maybe he's the type to get right into it, he thought to himself, as he began to untie his robe.

"Whoa, my sweet houshi," Jakotsu stared intently at the monk in his purple robes. Ever since the first time he laid eyes on him, he knew it was challenge for him to decide between the monk and his favorite sparing partner, Inuyasha. Of course, the stupid hanyou couldn't seem to get over that useless miko. And there had been talk about him having had some type of fling with Kikyou, the original of the two mikos. He always thought Kikyou would be perfectly suited for his brother Bankotsu.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and concentrated on the gorgeous, medium height male who stood before him. "Oh houshi, I see where your all your thoughts seem to lie," he smirked. "I didn't mean that staff, Miroku; at least not yet. I meant draw your weapon. I wish to do a little sparing first."

"Sparing, why?"

"Oh dear friend, why else does anyone do anything? It gets them ready, in the mood. Besides, I haven't had the pleasure of doing any type of battling with you. Not to mention that it will heighten all your senses."

"Really," the monk was dumbstruck. He'd never noticed that. Maybe he should practice this technique with Sango; that is, if they ever make up.

Sango raced blindly through the forest, hot tears burning her cheek as they fell. I can't believe him. I finally told him how I feel and he leaves me, f-for Jakotsu! She inwardly exclaimed. Not caring where she was going and not paying attention to her footing, she tripped over an outgrown tree root and crashed to the ground. The taijiya was in too much misery over the monk to notice her bruises. She solemnly dragged herself to the base of the tree, wincing at the pain of her twisted ankle, she sat down. She leaned her head back, gave in to her tiredness and drifted towards sleep.

A few minutes later, she awoke to the sound of someone coming. For the first time in her life, she didn't care who it was, or if they saw her weak and bruised.

Sesshoumaru sensed her salty tears as she was running through the forest while he was setting up camp for Rin, Ah-Un, Jaken, and himself. When he realized that the scent was from one of Inuyasha's friends, he told Ah-Un and Jaken to watch Rin while he went to investigate. As he traveled forth, he became intensely aware of this person who was leaning against the tree. It is the taijiya who is always with my baka brother, he thought. He tilted his head and realized that he couldn't detect his hanyou brother or his annoying friends anywhere.

He wondered what the girl was doing so far away from them. He could tell that she was upset about something, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was. And although she was hurt, he didn't think that it was from a battle because he detected no recent human or youkai smells among her presence. Besides, the little bit of bruising and blood coming through her outfit was also dusted with dirt and grass. He assumed she must have tripped somehow.

As he crept towards her and kneeled down in front her, he noticed a distraught look in her face. With her eyes still closed, he reached towards her and brushed her jet-black locks out of her face. Her ponytail just barely hanging on, her hair ribbon was at the end and threatening to fall off. Feeling a little sympathetic, he actually allowed a small smile to graze his face.

He wondered what could be troubling the taijiya, seeing as how she almost never showed fear of him when they all fought. In that aspect, she was just as brave and dumb as the miko belonging to his brother. He still hadn't quite figured out why he never killed any of them. It was probably because of Rin; he didn't want her to feel bad, seeing as how she had to deal with the fact that her whole village was wiped out by wolves. He didn't want to be any worse than the youkai that they belonged with.