I'm changing Aoshi's age to 34. It fits my purposes better.

Chapter Three: Go home, get stoned

Aoshi smiled at Sango. "First off, I'm gay."

"What!"

"I'm gay. Has Miroku told you about his stay at juvie?"

"Sort of."

"Well, his little 'fling' there was with me."

Sango's eyes went wide. "With you?"

"Yes." His eyes became far off and fond. "His teacher... He was too much like me for his own good."

"Okay..."

Aoshi looked back at her, eyes glinting sharply. "Anyway, onto the story. Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Aoshi. Well, actually, he wasn't that little anymore. Aoshi was fourteen and was just beginning to discover girls. Aoshi was raised by a bad father, who gave Aoshi money for hookers. Aoshi started doing drugs when he was fifteen, and very soon, he was addicted.

"His old friends didn't like this, though, so they kept him away from drug dealers and personal suppliers. Aoshi didn't like this, so he became an angry kid, going through a very painful withdrawal. So, Aoshi became violent.

"At first, he found and killed cats and dogs. Next, he killed the homeless men on the side of the road. Finally, Aoshi shot and killed one of his best friends, who was constantly getting in his way. Then, Aoshi realized what he had done and slit his wrists. He was hospitalized for three days, then sent to a mass rehab and detention center.

"That was when Aoshi met the love of his life, Sakura. She was in rehab because she had been gang raped by a group of boys with temperaments just like Aoshi's. At first, Sakura was deadly afraid of Aoshi. Then, little by little, she was drawn out of her shell. She began to fall in love with Aoshi, and they spent almost all their time together."

Aoshi's eyes were tearing up. "But, one day, Sakura didn't show up for head count. Somebody went to check if she was sick, and found her still cooling body resting in a pool of her own blood, a note to Aoshi clasped in her hand.

"It said, 'By the time you have found this note, Aoshi, I'll be dead. I have cancer. I don't want you to see me broken down by it, so I'm going to kill myself. Don't cry over me, please. Remember, I love you. Sakura.' That note became etched into Aoshi's mind.

"The note was short, simple, and to the point. But Aoshi did cry, long and hard, over Sakura's body.

"After the funeral, Aoshi changed his way of living. He became obedient and quiet. He got out of juvie when he was seventeen. The ladies loved Aoshi, but Aoshi didn't love the ladies. No other woman could replace Sakura. So, Aoshi turned to men.

"Aoshi went to college to become a teacher. Aoshi was tough and streetwise, so he was hired to work at the juvie he had stayed in.

"While teaching there, Aoshi met a remarkable boy. He was a trouble-maker, and a rapist, but he was strong-willed. Aoshi was attracted to the boy strongly, and the boy felt the same way about Aoshi. They 'bonded' quite a few times, but soon, the boy's stay at juvie was up.

"The boy didn't know, however, that Aoshi was his godfather."

Sango interjected. "You're Miroku's godfather?"

"Yeah. Sango, I told you this story because you remind me of Sakura."

"I do?"

"Yes. You both fell in love with convicted felons, you're both afraid of sex..."

"Why does everyone keep bringing that up!"

Aoshi smiled, his green eyes wolflike. "Because, if I know Miroku, that's one thing he wants. I have no doubt that he loves you, but he thinks that you don't love him."

"I do! More than anything else in the world!"

"During my stay here, I want you to give it to him." He smiled slightly. "If you don't, I just might have to take him back."

Sango was so intent on listening to Aoshi that she didn't realize it was nearly one in the morning. She yawned involuntarily and Aoshi smacked his head. "I should've realized how late it was. Bedtime, princess."

"Princess? Hardly."

"It's still bedtime."

"No. I want to hear more about you."

Aoshi laughed. "Nope."

"Well, I'm not going to bed."

"Okay, I'll just use force."

He walked over and picked Sango up, causing her to gasp. His arms were so strong and warm... She gasped again. She couldn't be falling for Aoshi. Besides, he wasn't interested.

His voice broke into her thoughts. "Hey, you're actually really cute! If I was interested in girls, I would love for you to be mine."

"W-What?"

He smiled, which made her heart skip a beat. "I said you're cute. Were you zonking out on me?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

Aoshi dropped her into the bed roughly. "There you go. Oh, and remember, you have two weeks, or he's mine."

"Oh... Okay..."

Aoshi smiled again and walked out of the room. Sango stared after him and then fell asleep, her mind aching.