Well, I'm back much sooner than I expected, and I'm so happy! I'm going to tell you about the OC that will be making his appearance in chapter 2! Yes, boys and girls, I'm going to introduce you to Aoshi Yamamoto!

Profile: Aoshi Yamamoto

Eyes: Green

Hair: Black

Temperment: Violent/Explosive

Age: 28

Profession: Teacher

Blood Type: A

Sexual orientation: I won't tell you!

A bad, bad boy, Aoshi's gone from sexual abuse to drug abuse to just plain old abuse. Anyway, Aoshi is one hell of a cool guy, and should be a main factor in this story.

And, I have made my chapters longer(-ish). Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and Sango and Miroku are not married. Not yet, at any rate.

Chapter One: Every new beginning

"Houshi... sama..."

"Sango... don't stop..."

The couple was lying in their bed (in their new house in Osaka), tonguing and touching. Between kisses, Miroku managed to gasp, "So... Ai, how... have your dreams... been?"

Sango jerked away from him, her passion turned to steam and ashes. "Goodnight, houshi-sama."

She rolled over and Miroku sighed, exasperated. "Sango... We've been living together for six months and you still haven't had sex with me... Why are you so afraid, dammit!"

She didn't answer and he groaned. "Come on, Koharu let me..." He quickly covered his mouth, drawing in air.

sango turned to look at him, eyes wide. "Koharu let you what? I thought you were a straight-edge!"

"I couldn't help myself! It was homecoming, she was all over me, begging me to take her! and, being a man..."

"Being a man? Being a man! You mean being an animal! A man could've restrained himself, shown some self control!"

Miroku looked helpless and bewildered. "Ai, calm down, please. I'm sorry if it makes you angry..."

"Of course it makes me angry! Any woman in their right mind would be angry if their husband was telling them about their former sex life!"

"But ai, I love you!"

Her eyes were tearing up. "Do you love me? You're always talking about her, houshi-sama. You still love her, don't you? I was your second choice."

"No. Sango, I chose you. I've never thought about going back to Koharu. Never. Do you believe me?"

"I... I guess so..."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Miroku stretched awkwardly, his neck cracking loudly. "Wonder who that could b-... What the hell!"

The ringing had grown frantic and now sombody was pounding on the door. Miroku and Sango looked at each other and Miroku jumped out of bed, propelling forward into the wall while trying to pull on some jeans.

He ran downstairs, Sango following in a long t-shirt. Opening the door, Miroku was instantly pulled into an embrace by a woman dressed in light pink, her glossy black hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. She began crying hysterically. "Miroku, thank god I found you! I went to your old house but there were strangers there and they told me that you had moved to Osaka so I came here and found you! What happened? Why did you move?"

"I got arrested. Oh, and I fell in love with a beautiful woman."

The girl looked up at him, her eyes wide. "In love? With who?"

He side-stepped to reveal Sango. "You remember Sango Tanaka, right?"

"That nerd from high school? Of course I remember her. What about her?" (A/N: She's not the brightest individual.)

"Ater we broke up and you moved, we became friends. Then, about six months ago, I confessed that I loved her on live television."

The girl looked crushed. "So... so I hunted you down for nothing?"

"Um... yes?"

"I can't believe this! I realize I still love you, I still want to be with you, and you're going out with some slut who doesn't even care about you!"

Miroku grew defnsive. "Don't call Sango a slut! You don't even know her!"

"I don't need to know her to know she won't have sex with you!" Seeing the look on Miroku's face, she smirked. "I'm right, aren't I? You haven't slept with her! Do you not want to, or will she not let you?"

"She won't let me, but I respect her. I don't want to make her do anything she doesn't want to."

The woman laughed. "Look at you, Miroku, pretending to be Mr. Noble. Or does your precious girlfriend not know about your little incident in 7th grade, Miroku? Have you not had the guts to tell her?"

"Miroku, what's she talking about?"

Mirku ignored Sango, and, before he realized what he was doing, he had back-handed Koharu, sending her slamming into the door frame. "Shut up, Koharu! What do you know? So what if I slep with you once? You'd bang anyone if it meant scratching your itch! Why don't you go find a man-whore to suck on?"

Koharu looked up at him, brown eyes livid with rage. "You bastard! You actually hit me!"

"Yeah, I did. Now get out of my house before I slap you again!"

Koharu stood up indignantly and spat at Miroku's feet, her saliva red with blood. "You just wait until she finds out! See if your precious gir'll care about you then!"

She ran off into the night and a second later the couple heard a car start and drive off angrily.

Miroku turned to Sango, his face pale and drawn, his hands shaking. "We need to have a little talk..."

So, how was it? Oh, and in middle school, Sango went to an all girls school. That's why she doesn't know about Miroku's little 'incident' (which will be revealed neext chapter, along with Aoshi)