Disclaimer: (says through clenched teeth) No, I do not own Inu-Yasha! Mmm… and no he is NOT in my sock drawer right now. –Would you hold on one second? (Stuffs drawer in more and closes it all the way … and I seem to have trouble at first but manage to hit the drawer so that it's slammed shut) (Turns back to audience with an innocent grin)

Chapter 4: Exciting experiences

It was still silent. I tried to sigh and get every buddies attention and break this awkward silence that bugged me like a million ants crawling up my legs would bug me. At first the situation was quite humorous and I wanted to laugh. But I stopped myself as I remembered the seriousness of the event. So I bit my lip instead… hard.

But then suddenly Mushin started chuckling. Then that chuckling lead to a light laughter, which lead to a harder laughter. Ok I must be exaggerating because that's not really what happened. It was this situation that made mirages in my ears. Wait, can that even happen? I was imagining things. Because there was no way in hell that this world would be that cruel to me, if I had to listen to an evil laugh such as that.

"Miroku, I'd known you'd made your move on the girl sooner or latter!" Mushin said cheerfully as he held up his whisky bottle in the air with praise.

Sango made a face at Mushin and gave Miroku a dirty glare as she pushed him off, "Ahh, sick!"

I was so thankful that the awkwardness of the situation had ended I almost clapped my hands together and prayed to the gods my thanks.

Mushin only drank occasionally. Well, in his vocabulary "Occasionally" was once a week. He was a very predictable old man. What ever he'd do, you were totally expecting him to do. And Miroku was sometimes either too dull or stupid to figure it out. Like the time Mushin read Miroku's palm. He told Miroku that he was going to die in two days. Miroku believed him and asked him if it were true. Mushin would say he was only kidding. That earned him a pump on the head.

Mushin was from a long line of Monks and always tried to remind Miroku to follow in his father's footsteps. When I first heard that Miroku was (kind of) to be a monk. I almost lost my voice from the laughter that erupted from inside of me. Miroku? A monk? Give me a break! The guys too impure to become a man of total pureness. That had to be the funniest joke I had ever heard. "But it's true. Miroku's not that impure. He's still a virgin after all." Mushin once told me. I stopped laughing and stared at him in awe. "Huh!" I said. Jaw dropped all the way down to the ground. I would have never thought that the biggest pervert in school would still be a virgin. I remember seeing Sango turning to Miroku and giving him a satisfied smirk, "I guess you don't get as much ass as you tell us, monk." She said as she held her hips. I was too shocked to laugh at that one.

Miroku walked over to Mushin and tried calming the old man down. Since the man was blubbering like an idiot (not that he was one anyways) and hiccupping every once in a while. He reminded me of a baby on drugs.

Miroku slowly grabbed his flying fists when he said non-existent words. And it was a good thing Miroku caught him too. Because the old man was about to collapse to the ground if he didn't catch him. But that's nothing new. Once Miroku seen him jump off his gigantic dresser when he thought he was a bird who had been left behind of his bird pack. He hit the ground too. But to all our surprises the old man survived it like nothing had happened. Knowing an old geezer like Mushin he would for sure break something with his old fragile bones.

Well let's just say Miroku put him to bed. Took his drink and put it up high so that he couldn't reach it. And took us out of the house to get fresh air.

"You totally wasted a perfectly good WacDeal, Miroku! With my money too!"

"Hey! You guys were the ones who made me drop it in the first place!" Miroku defended. I raised my eyebrows slightly as I watched at them argue with a playful smirk. We were walking slowly along the highway. I'm either always loud and shouting song lyrics or random things with my friends or just walking silently alongside them. I love my friends. I'm always comfortable when I'm with them and can relax under any circumstances. With Kikyo… I'm tense like a stick most times. Okay I'm going to be fair on this one. I am mostly irritated with her presence, but sometimes I might just be in the mood to have fun with her and push my feelings aside. And that's the point in my life where I've realized that I don't know myself. Because I don't understand why I do these things. It confuses me. Not that I need another thing to confuse me. I'm a ditz sometimes. Mostly because I block people's voices out of my ears whenever I'm thinking and the most predictable word comes crawling from my lips when my name is called or said, "What?"

I guess you can say I daydream. But I'm only thinking. Well most of the time I'm only dazed than thinking. And don't mind me if I say something for the hundredth time because I tend to do that. Simply because I forget. And I almost forgot. I have A.D.D. that's another reason why I can't hear right the first time. And it's ironic why I mostly respond to naughty things (I have a dirty mind) because I hang around the kind of crowd that joke about sex all the time. And I find it quite humorous anyways. We have fun joking around.

A car drove by and as it pasted the boy driving howled at us and I knew he was sending it to Sango and me.

"Wanna come back here and say that to my face you jackass!" I yelled as I threw the middle finger his way. But unfortunately the distance the (hundred kilometer per minute) car made in two seconds made him miss it. Sango giggled as she chewed her gum like a cow would chew its gums. I mostly did these things just to make my friends laugh. It didn't bug me too much when a boy did that to me. But something did tug on my insides whenever someone did do something like that.

Sango said something about going home and I didn't quite get what exactly she said, "What?" I said, almost raising my voice. Sango looked at me casually.

"I'm going home. What, did you wanna come over or something?" I looked down to the ground, "Well, I am going to be alone tonight. I was hoping maybe you could come and sleep over at my house." I said. I always wanted someone to sleep over on the weekend. I'm usually bored out of my mind. And that's not very good, because I'm always looking in the cupboards every five minutes hoping that the next time I look for something to eat, there would be food that magically appeared in the cupboards. I'm always hungry when I'm bored. I sometimes wonder how I survive in this world. I'm such a picky eater and eat almost only junk food it's a wonder why I'm this skinny and actually alive.

"Yeah I guess." Sango said as she too looks down to the ground in thought. "I mean Kohaku is going over to a friends house tonight so I wouldn't have to look after him. And I'll be bored so yeah, why not?" She said. My heart leaped. I smiled as I looked ahead of us. It was a crappy day. It looked like it was going to rain because the skies were covered in gray clouds and it was kind of foggy up ahead. I hoped for a thunderstorm. I loved thunderstorms. The thrill of lightening lighting up the house at night. And the cracking that sometimes rocks the house like a cradle. It's awesome.

"Okay, so we'll go to my house first so I can get my stuff and ask my parents. And of course your parents wouldn't mind. And then we'll go to yours." Sango said. Miroku was oddly quiet.

My parents never minded. Every time I asked if a friend could come over they'd say, "I don't care." Or "Whatever." The only thing I ever had to worry about was how would they get home. But that was for other friends. Sango didn't live too far. We could walk, even though it was a long one. But she only lived about seven blocks from Higurashi Hill.

I looked over to see Miroku looking down at the ground. "What's wrong Miroku?"

He looked at me lazily. "Nothing." He said with an expression that told me 'everything's alright, don't worry, jeez.' So I looked back to the road ahead. "Ok, jeez you looked really down that's all."

"No, I was just thinking. Plus I'm tired today."

"Oh. Okay." I said. Sango had an unreadable look on her face. And then I though, maybe it was an awkward silence for them. I mean, think about what had happened between them a while ago. I decided to try and get rid of the tension.

"Ah, I can't wait till Battle of the Bands on Thursday!" I yelled.

"Me neither! I've been waiting all year!" Sango said.

I missed the Battle of the Bands last year. Because I wasn't really into school events that much back then. I still don't like school events as much anymore but Battle of the Bands I can't wait for. It's going to be hardcore rock. And my first time in a moshpit.

I love rocking out with my pro air guitar. And I love having friends that love the same music as me.

We walked to Sango's house in no time after spending the walk talking about what we'll do on Thursday at the battle and afterwards. Planning our fun day. Kohaku was in fact gone for the night; he wasn't even there to make fun of what I wore when we got there like he usually did. He likes making fun of me for some reason. I don't know why. He was a brat for all I knew.

We went up to Sango's room and waited for her to get back from the bathroom.

"So what's going on between you two?" I asked him as I stared at him with a smirk winking his way. We sat on the bed and I was leaning against the wall. He looked at me with his eyebrow raised… I love catching him off guard.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know perfectly well what I'm talking about." I said making him even more uncomfortable than he already was. Muahahaha. I giggled as I watched him get in a more comfortable position. It seemed like he stared at the ground for the longest time before he spoke again.

"I…" He started. I lost my smirk as I eyed his figure more seriously, "I love her." He whispered. My heart leaped as I widened my eyes and my jaw almost hit the softness of the bed. He barely whispered it but I heard like a million nails would hit the ground. He looked so hurt while he sat there with his head hung low, staring at the ground. The sun from the window hit him from behind, making him glow like a movie star. I thought it was beautiful. He just confessed his love for my best friend and he said it like he really meant it. It was hard to believe, for the pervert he was, but he was a good guy and despite his profile and personality, I believed him with all my heart. He was like a big brother to me after all. I had to believe him.

I heard footsteps coming towards the room as I started to smile at him, but it soon went away when I turned my head to stare at a lovely looking Sango. She was wearing the same clothes as she did earlier, but from what I've just heard she was more beautiful than she already was. She looked at me and then to Miroku who hadn't snapped his head back up, and still held the same expression he did when he told me his secret. She looked suspicious at the scene in front of her and then she looked back at me with a serious questioning spark in her eye. But I wasn't looking at her. My eyes shifted all over the room after I watched Miroku's form once again with content. My eyes averted to the wall ahead of me, between the two people I trusted with my life. I saw both of them at the corners of my eyes and suddenly felt a jolt of guilt in my stomach. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't be here. I stared down at my hands with realization.

"What's going on?" She said, finally breaking the silence. I stared up at her with curious eyes; despite what I was thinking at the moment I could still act. I stared at her before turning my gaze quickly towards Miroku who still hadn't moved a muscle. I looked back up at her with my mouth wide opened. "I have to use the bathroom." I said quickly and ran out the door. I closed it rather harshly and regretted it with a wince but I made my way to the bathroom.

I splashed some water on my face from the tap and turned the nozzle off. Cradling the sides of the sink I stared at myself in the mirror, watching the water dripping from my chin. I looked so miserable. This always happens. I remember coming over to Sango's house sometimes and her boyfriend at the time would call her up and ask her to come over. So she brought me because she told me to. It was stupid because her boyfriend was planning to do something romantic or something and I was sitting there intruding. I felt like I should have got up and walked home but I couldn't because it was a long way home and I needed a ride. I didn't want to be there because I figured the needed to be alone. It was her fault but I blamed myself because from the beginning I felt like I never really belonged in this world after all. I was always in the way and causing people time and money. Like my dad for instance. He drives me everywhere and that's costing him gas.

And now Miroku's probably going to get the nerve to ask Sango out and I'll be in the way. This life I have can sometimes drive me mad.

I whipped my face with the towel and walked out of the bathroom. When I got to Sango's bedroom door I stopped at a sound from inside. I decided to sit outside the door and listen.

"Did anything happen between you and Kagome while I was in the bathroom?" I heard Sango's voice.

"No." God, his voice sounded so low it almost broke my heart. He seemed so down, o wonder if he's afraid.

"Then tell me what's wrong!" Sango yelled. I heard some sort of slap and then silence. The door was slightly opened so I moved to look inside.

Miroku was standing up and Sango was standing in front of him. Miroku held Sango's wrist as if he stopped it from colliding to his cheek, but she wouldn't have done that unless he groped her and I doubt he used a time like this to do that. She probably flew her fists around in frustration to get something out of him. Sango can get impatient sometimes. I saw Sango's eyes widen as she stared at his hand that held hers.

Miroku was slowly moving towards her. My heart beat in my chest as I watched. Sango looked up at Miroku in awe, as he started moving towards her. I knew that look. She was frightened but the look in her eye told me she really wanted this.

Miroku's face was what broke a tear in my eye. He stared down at her with the most beautiful compassionate love I have ever seen from anyone. A tear rolled down my cheek as I watched.

There was a small silence as they stood there.

"I can't imagine a life without you. In my past life. In my future life. And even in the life I have now." That was the smallest speech I have ever heard Miroku say. But it was the far best I've ever heard.

Sango was staring at him now, with a face I knew well. It was a mixture of "Go on/What are you getting at?" Her eyes were sparkling as she searched his face.

Then, out of nowhere, right when Miroku opened his mouth to say something more. Sango nailed herself against him. Pressing her face to his in a hard, yet tender passionate kiss.

I slapped my hand to my mouth to stop the squeak that desperately wanted to escape from my lips.

Miroku took this by surprise, but soon (very soon) pulled her against him harder with his arm wrapped around her waist; his hand pressed against her back. I wanted to cry, but I was too happy. Plus I didn't want Sango asking me why I looked like I was crying. What was I going to say? I miss my dog? She'll never believe me.

I couldn't believe I was watching them now. I felt like I was spying, I felt bad. Quickly, really quickly, I turned and slammed my back against the wall beside the door and took a few breaths to cool my adrenaline burn from just watching the exciting event.

So it finally happened… I've been waiting so long for this but never imagined myself actually experiencing it. I always thought it would happen in a more…private manner. Now I felt really bad, they need their privacy.

I was about to move and walk away when I heard Sango's voice, "What if Kagome comes back?" I hit the wall again with my back, this time more sudden. My eyes went wide; I didn't know what to do. For some reason I felt like a fugitive on the run. "Let her see." I heard Miroku say before there was more rustling in the room. I figured he pulled her in for another round. His voice sounded exhausted, probably from the heat and excitement the kiss gave them both.

Now was the time for me to book it. I walked slowly down the stairs after quickly hurrying across the squeaky floor, trying not to make noise. And headed for the living room.