Aoshi makes his appearance in this chapter. Yey! I'm sorry; I have a habit of falling in love with my own characters… Yes, I know it's strange… I make them too much to my liking…

Chapter Two: Comes from some other beginning's end

Miroku sat down in an armchair in the living room, gesturing for Sango to sit down on the couch across from him. She looked confused and slightly scared. "Houshi-sama, what's going on?"

He stared down at his hands, his voice as shaky as they were. "In 7th grade, I was accused of abducting and raping my classmate."

"Wha-… What do you mean?
Miroku looked up at her, his eyes fearful and wide. "It was a Saturday afternoon. I was walking down the street when I saw Asa Kagiha, a classmate of mine, sitting in the park. There had been a rumor going around that she was smitten with me and wanted to date me. She was very good-looking, and I wasn't yet tied to you or Koharu. So, I decided to try my luck.

"Asa was also incredibly gullible, so I was able to get her to follow me to a nearby hotel. I had started having sexual desires the year before but was still a virgin, and just the thought of what I was about to do made me horny. By the time Asa figured all of this out, it was, too late. I managed to restrain her by tying her to the bedposts with my shoelaces and even took the trouble of belting her waist to the bed.

"I got her pants off no problem, but when I tried to go further, she began calling for help. So, I moved the belt over her mouth and went about my business. I cam in her, stuck it in her, got her filthy. And she wasn't a virgin, so that only made things easier. I didn't for so long, until I finally burnt out…"

"She told her parents, who in turn called the police. I went to juvie, but the scary thing was, my father was proud of me." His voice cracked and he started crying. "My bastard father was proud that I had raped a girl. Mushin told me to take sex whenever it was thrown my way; that it was like a natural high. Because of that little statement, I ended up having prison sex three times in the year I was in juvie. Asa and my partner were the reason I became a straight-edge.

"They made me realize what a horrible person I was. I gave into temptation too easily. So, I decided to distance myself from temptation. But, obviously, I didn't do the best job.

What do you think, ai?" He looked up at Sango, who had brought a hand up to her mouth in shock. Her eyes were tearing up, and when Miroku reached out to put a hand on her arm, she jerked away from him as if his fingers burnt her.

"Y-you did that?"

"Yes…" He looked genuinely afraid. "Are you scared of me now?"

"N-no… I'm just in shock… But I'm so glad you told me…"

She said this, but when Miroku tried to touch her again, she stiffened and pulled away. Miroku sighed and stood up. "I'm going outside for a little while…"

The second he left the room, Sango broke down crying. She hated to admit it, but she realized she was afraid of Miroku.

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Miroku leaned against the picture window, his breath fogging in the cold air. His mind was clouded and drowsy, and he didn't notice the figure moving towards the house until it grabbed the front of his shirt violently, snapping Miroku back to reality. The figure snarled at him. "Hello, Miroku."

Miroku looked uneasy. "Aoshi… I mean sensei! What're you doing here?"

"I'm looking for you, you little convict!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your parole officer now."

"I'm not on parole!"

Aoshi shook Miroku like a rag doll. "I know you're not on parole! I'm the only person around here who seems to think you need to be watched."

"Oh god…"

Aoshi merely gripped Miroku's shirt tighter."Don't act as if you didn't know this was coming. I've been tracking you down since that stupid court case went global. I was in the US of fucking A and I was watching you on my hotel TV. I'm pissed off at you, so you listen to me."

Miroku was pissed off by now too, and in retaliation, he began throwing punches at Aoshi's head. The older man was able to dodge them, and now, he was more then pissed. He was entirely enraged. "Miroku Ito, stop that or I swear to god I will throw you through that picture window."

"Then let go of my shirt!"

One of his punches actually landed, and Aoshi snapped. He picked Miroku up and sent him crashing through the picture window.

Sango watched in absolute shock as Aoshi stepped through the broken window and smiled at her. "I'll pay for that."

The man was handsome, his long black hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. He had a white headband around his head with two strands falling out over his green eyes. He was wearing a trench coat with black buckles, and was wearing black slacks underneath. Though he was dressed strangely, he practically reeked of contained elegance, toughness, and, surprisingly, sadness. Any woman who he would fall in love with would be lucky indeed.

Sango couldn't help but smile back at him. God, she would smile at him if he had a gun held at her head. "Who are you?"

"The name's Aoshi. I'm this convict's…" He prodded Miroku's unconscious form with his foot. "Sensei. From a long time ago."

"He's not a convict!"

"Oh, I know. You're Sango Tanaka, correct?"

"Yes."

Aoshi came over to her and ran a finger over her face. "Hmmm, such soft skin… You are really pretty. And lucky. I've only seen him look at one other person the same way he does to you."

"Oh… have you known him long."

Aoshi smile broadly. "Yep! All eighteen years of his life, in fact."

"Are you his age?"

"Nope. I'm 28."

"What? That's impossible!"

Aoshi laughed, a nice, melodious sound. "I get that a lot."

He picked Miroku up and looked at Sango. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs, first door to the right."

"Thanks."

He carried Miroku upstairs and lay him on the bed. Sitting down next to him, he smiled. "God, you look healthy. Do you still remember, though? You shouldn't. That was more illegal then what you were in for."

Aoshi leaned over Miroku and kissed him on the lips. He pulled away and the smile crept over his face again. "I used to think we were soul mates, but that was foolish. A thirteen year old and a twenty three year old? What the hell was I thinking?"

He got up and went back downstairs, sitting down on the couch next to Sango. She looked at him, eyes worried. "Will he be okay?"

"Miroku'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about."

"Me? Why?"

"You're in love with a convicted rapist. I think I now how I can help you, though."

"How?"

Aoshi leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to tell you a little story about a boy named Aoshi and a girl named Sakura."

Well, this chapter's over. And yes, Aoshi likes the men. I'm sorry, but I had to do it. I wanted Aoshi to be appealing, and I (this is soooo bad) like the gay men. Yeah, I know. I'll never be able to get one, but there's something so friggin' sexy about gay men! I have no idea what it is about them, but I fall in love with every cute gay guy I see. I do like the straight ones, but homosexuals just… Oooo, I get chills just thinking about it! Now that I'm over my little rant about gay men, please review!