Authors Note: I'm baaaccckkk. And look! –points excitedly at review- I got one! Thank you, thank you, thank you! My first review! Yays! Cookies and brownies to you! –Ahem- Well, I did it. I made another. This one is for those of you who happen to like Miroku x Sango (like me.) Same song (I'm sorry if it sounds repetitive), but from Mirokus' pov and his observance of the night. I tried to tie the two one-shots together to try to make things more interesting? I hope it is.

I managed to procrastinate and write this…I know I'll regret this later x.x. Ah well…Anyways, on with the story!

KyriaHitomi- I'm glad you found it tricky :). I tried to make it that way, so I'm glad someone thought so too :D. I hope that this is still to your liking and I didn't crush any hopes with the blue-eyed ally x.x Thank you so much for the review :)

Disclaimer: Not even in my dreams.

PART 2: Miroku-

Normally he would have been quite appreciative of what she was wearing tonight and how it accented every thing, physically, about her. Though, in this situation, he was less than pleased with it. The way the dark clothing fit her tightly, a small part of his perverted mind registered the fact happily, attracted more attention to her than just his own. No, tonight he wished she could have chosen something else. His blue eyes followed Sango as she moved, not missing the heads that turned as she passed.

I judge by what she's wearing

Just how many heads I'm tearing

Off of assholes coming onto her

Each night seems like it's getting worse.

He appeared calm and peaceful on the outside, his expression carefully guarded and void of any anger, but it was his eyes that gave him away. They raged with a cool fire, flashing with his inner rage whenever he caught sight of another patron leering at his fiancée or nudging a friend to alert him to her. He had taken action only in words so far, his warnings subtle, but well received. He had yet to get into a physical fight, but if things continued the way they were going, it wouldn't be long… He saw Sango's boss eye him suspiciously from across the room and he shot him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Letting his gaze return to Sango, he once again found himself wishing she could have picked a different outfit. It only made everything more difficult…

And I wish she'd take the night off

So I don't have to fight off

Every asshole coming onto her

It happens every night she works.

A group of perhaps three men, all looking frustrated and wearing scowls, turned towards the dance floor of the Shikon and Sake. Miroku could have sworn it was the second time that night that they stalked up towards the DJ and one jabbed a finger over his shoulder in the direction of his Sango. The DJ gave them a look that plainly said they had no chance, but the three idiots seemingly weren't paying attention. Or they just had huge egos, he mused. They intersected Sangos path and one held up his wallet, grinning hopefully. The look Sango gave them made Miroku swell with pride. The phrase 'if looks could kill' came to mind as the three scampered away. As they made for the exit, all with wounded prides, Miroku watched them coldly, his eyes saying what he would not. A smirk tugged at his lips as their pace hastened and one of them did a frightened double take when they got to the door. The message had been clear and had not been ignored.

They'll go and ask the DJ

Find out just what would she say

If they all tried coming onto her

Don't they know it's never going to work?

They think they'll get inside her

With every drink they buy her

As they all try coming onto her

This time somebody's getting hurt!

As his eyes flicked back to Sango he watched with disgust as a tall man detached himself from the crowd and made his way towards her. His brown hair was pulled back in a short ponytail behind him and his smile seemed to gleam in the light. Miroku was sure he knew him from somewhere… The dislike of this man was just a tad bit too strong for a complete stranger.

Here comes the next contestant.

Miroku watched with horror as the man called out to Sango and she turned, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. The man leaned against the counter and began to talk in, what Miroku guessed judging by Sangos' reaction, was a familiar and friendly way. He found himself unconsciously leaning forwards and his legs tensed as though getting ready to stand. The gears of his mind whirred as he tried to place the face with a name. A hand came out to rest on Sangos' shoulder and she jumped slightly. Miroku fought down the urge to appear at her side and correct the man who dared to lay a hand on her. He grinned when she brushed off his hand said something to the man that made his smile immediately disappear. His expression turned stony and Miroku could see he had tensed. With a final word he turned and vanished back into the crowd allowing Sango to sigh and return to her job.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping.

There goes the next contestant.

Miroku watched, mouth agape, as Sango was suddenly blocked again…this time by a woman. His eye twitched slightly. This had not happened before. Never had he had a woman try to win Sango away from him. Apparently, this had never happened to Sango either. She seemed to be frozen for a moment before she put on an apologetic smile and held up her hand to show the ring he had given her (AN: Really…I would do the same thing. Use what you have! Go for the simple escape!). The woman's smile dropped slightly, but then she seemed to bounce back and said something that made Sango blink in shock before taking on an annoyed expression. With a few quick words Sango seemed to have cleared the situation up (as best as she could of course), and was moving, very quickly Miroku noted, in the opposite direction. The woman was left standing where she had been, looking amazingly frustrated. Miroku couldn't believe this was happening. Lines were being crossed.

I even fear the ladies

Their cool but twice as crazy

Just as bad for coming onto her

Don't they know it's never going to work?

Unfortunately, tonight was seemingly working against both Sango and Miroku. She had no sooner gotten away from the women when she found herself amongst some of the more perverted men who had come to the Shikon that night. Miroku couldn't help himself. He shot to his feet, his calm mask slipping away, as one of the men's hands found its way to her rear. His teeth refused to unclench and his breaths came out in short, shallow gasps. No one way aloud to touch her there!... well, aside from himself. Mirokus' own hands curled into fists on the table and he fought to stay where he was. Sango could handle herself, he told himself, she won't tolerate this.

Each time she bats an eyelash

Somebody's grabbing her ass

Everyone keeps coming onto her

This time somebody's getting hurt.

Here comes the next contestant.

And he was right. Her hand shot up with a speed few could manage and her hand made contact with the offenders face. Then came the yelling. He swore he could just pick up the sound of her voice above the crowd. Moments later the men had sat back down grumpily as she turned on her heel and stalked away. One of them was still staring after her in wide eyed shock and the one who had been slapped rubbed his cheek, wincing slightly. Hurts, doesn't it? Miroku thought with a smirk.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping!

There goes the next contestant.

All was going well for the first time that night. It had been quite awhile since any trouble had arisen. It seemed she had made an impression when she had slapped the… previous nuisance. Miroku was finally letting his muscles begin to relax and had just sat down, when he bolted to his feet again. What was she doing?! She was walking back towards the group of men that had touched her before. As he forced his mind to observe details, he realized she was walking swiftly, in a way that clearly stated she had a purpose and her eyes were alive with the fires of her rage. She came to a halt at another co-workers side, glaring dangerously at the men before her. His eyes flicked curiously to her friend and recognition hit him. Kagome, he realized. With a smirk he realized that meant the perverts had no chance. Sure enough, he could practically see the venom dripping from her words as Sango spoke to them and the fire in her eyes seemed to manifest around her. The fools all scurried away like frightened rabbits, heading for the door. Miroku grinned proudly. That was his Sango. His attention was caught by a man passing by on his way to get a drink and his grin instantly faded. He saw his dark eyes rake over her and his head turned as he kept walking, trying to get a better look at her. Once again, he cursed her clothes and all the perverts that came here. Somewhere, in the recesses of his mind, he could hear Sango calling him a complete hypocrite.

I'm hating what she's wearing

Everybody here keeps staring

Can't wait till they get what they deserve

This time somebody's getting hurt!

Miroku ran his eyes around the room once again, looking for possible threats. When his eyes found Sango again, he found himself wanting to rush to her side again. His hands balled into fists as he watched a newcomer begin to sweet talk both Sango and Kagome. His fury and horror grew as he realized this one had managed to hold their attention.

Here comes the next contestant.

A waiter began to approach Miroku's table, looking slightly shaken, and glancing over his shoulder at the other side of the room occasionally. The waiter had just opened his mouth when Miroku became aware of his presence. Tearing his eyes away from the disgusting sight he turned his gaze upon the man before him. Once again, his eyes said it all. The waiter flinched and turned, muttering a quick "Sorry!", before fleeing to the kitchens. His mind screamed at him to take action as he returned his attention to Sango. He no longer looked calm and peaceful to the observer, and his perfect mask had long since disappeared. He was tense, fighting with himself to keep still as he clenched and unclenched his fists. He was not one for fighting, but it was beginning to look like a good solution.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

I wish you'd do it again

Each night seems like it's getting worse

I wish you'd do it again

This time somebody's getting hurt.

He forced his eyes to scan the room again, forced himself to become distracted. His blue eyes met amber from across the room, burning with the same hatred, the same rage. He knew those unusually colored eyes, but his mind did not try to come up with a name. It wasn't important. He had found someone who empathized, who understood, and that was all that mattered. Both pairs of eyes returned to their women and the man who was currently flirting with them. Both pairs of eyes simultaneously met again and a decision was instantly reached. A nod was exchanged. They would risk it.

There goes the next contestant.

Ta-da! All done. –brings hand across forehead- I decided I found Inuyashas' side easier to write, just because he's more violent. Hehe. Miroku has too much control to make this easy. I can't just have him go in, fists swinging, can I? I hope this all seemed good and stayed true to the characters (as true as it could.) I also hope it tied together sufficiently? –Sigh- Again, I'm unsure whether or not to up the rating… Reading this… I'm uncertain. What do you people think?

I think everyone in my household is probably happier to see this done than anyone else. They can finally stop hearing Next Contestant over and over! –smiles- Even after I got all the lyrics down, I still played it…just for inspiration. So now, I'm sure, it is probably engrained even into my walls xD.

Thank you again for reading!