Wow… After seven months, I've finally managed to find the time to update this story again! I'm a tenth grader now, fifteen years old, with a boyfriend! Yey! Oh, and please forgive Aoshi's behavior in this chapter. It's worse than I expected. Well, without further ado, here goes!

Chapter Four: Welcome to the Black Parade

"You what?"

"Calm down, ai, it's not that big of a deal!"

"Yeah, Sango-hime, relax."

"I can't believe you two!"

Aoshi smiled at Sango winningly. "Princess, it was entirely my fault. I was so over-joyed to see him in the morning light that my love just broke loose."

"So you kissed me and pissed my girlfriend off?"

"Miroku, you don't seem as unhappy as I thought you would be."

Miroku, who was indeed acting nonchalant, despite the fact that he had just been kissed by a man nine years older than him, laughed slightly. "I'm used to it. It's not like we haven't kissed before. Besides, Sango, I thought you'd like to see the two men you liked most in the world kiss."

"I don't like Aoshi!" She was blushing horribly as she said this.

Aoshi ran his thumb over the apple of her cheek. "Wow, you sure give off mixed signals, princess."

Sango was turning maroon. "Well… I guess I like you a little."

"Yes!"

"But only a little. I love Miroku. Wait…" She grabbed Miroku's hand. "Do you care about me more than him?"

"Of course! Aoshi was my first love, though, so I can't just forget about him."

"So, are you saying you're gay?"

"No." He smiled at her. "I love you more than life itself."

Aoshi wiped a fake tear away. "Aw, so cute. Jeez, princess, I almost want to be straight when I look at you."

Miroku threw an arm around Aoshi's shoulders. "Just goes to show you, great minds have the same taste in girls."

Aoshi laughed. "Exactly."

Miroku smiled at Sango. "So, ai, do you want to head into Osaka with me and Aoshi? We can just hang out, celebrate his arrival…"

Sango brightened up considerably. "Okay! What should I wear?"

Aoshi grabbed her wrist and dragged her off upstairs. "I believe I can be of some help."

The second they were upstairs, Miroku's smile slipped. He had realized that he still cared for Aoshi, and he didn't know if he cared about Sango more. He spoke aloud to the empty kitchen. "I can't just suddenly go gay on her! But… I can't turn on Aoshi either…"

He buried his face in his hands, then suddenly started laughing. "I've got an answer! I'll stay with Sango, but Aoshi can come live with us! So, I can spend as much time as I could ever possibly want with them!"

Meanwhile, upstairs…

"Um, I don't have very many clothes…"

Aoshi was going through his backpack, pulling out random things. Sango was looking through their closet. At the exact same time, they exclaimed, "Found something!"

They turned to look at each other. Sango was clutching a pair of jeans and a tank top, Aoshi holding out an off-the-shoulder shirt with khaki cargoes. Sango's jaw dropped. "That's so cute! But why do you have that?"

Aoshi smiled. "Princess, I am no stranger to cross-dressing. It's one of my friends."

"Oh."

"I think it would look perfect on you. The cargoes are mine, but I can let you borrow them."

He handed the clothes to her. "Go ahead and change. I won't look."

Aoshi turned his back on her, whistling nonchalantly. Sango changed quickly and looked in the mirror. She gasped. The outfit was absolutely beautiful on her, accenting her curves and showing them off some of her stomach.

"Looking good, princess."

Sango turned around, blushing. "What if I had still been changing?"

"What if you had? Doesn't matter, right?"

He walked over to her and slammed his hand against the wall by her head, smiling at her all the while. She pressed her back against the wall, blushing deeper. "Wha… What are you doing?"

Aoshi kissed her on the lips, moving his entire body closer until he could put his arms around her. He slid his hand up her shirt, moving it across her bare stomach. Sango's only conscious thought was, Oh my god, his lips are on mine…

She was slipping into a swoon when Aoshi pulled away, still smiling. "There you go, princess."

"You… You're not gay!"

"Yes, I am. But, I do like a little plaything every once in a while."

He's toying with me! He knows I like it! Sango looked incredibly angry. "Will you stop screwing with me!"

Aoshi laughed. "No way. This is really fun. What's more fun, is when I actually start screwing you, Miroku will never know who the daddy is."

"What?"

"Just kidding, princess. I'd never touch you anymore than I just did. I'm only interested in Miroku."

"Then why do you touch me so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"You had your hand up my shirt!"

"So? If you liked it, then that's all that matters."

"Who says I liked it?"

"Well, you moaned. Pretty loudly, too. Almost turned me on. Careful, princess, you're not acting very loyal."

"Stop it."

"Would you like me to go further next time? Just push you down and take you?"

"Stop it!"

"Why, princess? I'm giving you what you want."

Miroku came upstairs at this moment and smiled at the pair. "Ready?"

Sango forced a smile. "Yeah, houshi-sama."

"Well, let's go, then."

The trio left the house, Sango entwining her hand in Miroku's and distancing herself from Aoshi. They got into Miroku's car, Aoshi sitting in the front, and left the driveway, heading towards Osaka.