Duckgirl566: Non-dairy creamer is nasty.

Ducky alter ego: Um...aren't you going to explain why you haven't updated in such a long time?

Duckgirl566: Oh yeah, that. That is pretty much summed up in two words.

Marching Band.

Ducky alter ego: And it all makes sense to me now.

Sango got up and answered her buzzer, not wanting to deal with pranksters at four in the morning.

"Go away you little buggers," she shouted into the intercom. She heard the storm outside and someone crying. "Who is this?"

"S-Sango?" Kagome's voice was small. Even through the machine, Sango could tell she had been crying. "Sango, it's Kagome. I…I need your help."

"Yeah, hold on. I'll buzz you in," Sango said and un-locked the front. She dialed a number she had written next to her buzzer. "Mickey? Hi, this is Sango. I've got a guest coming in. Thanks," she hung up. Mickey was a friendly old man that watched the doors at night. Sango started making some decaf while she waited for Kagome. As soon as She poured the water, Sango heard a weak knock on her door. "Kagome...God, what happened to you?"

"My landlord took all my stuff and put it in a storage bin. He came into my place, turning on all the lights and…he literally pushed me out. I need help for a little while, and I had no place to go and—,"

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Kagome. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay? I've got some decaf brewing and we can sit down." Kagome nodded as she broke down into sobs. Sango reached out for the girl, feeling so much pity. "Why don't we just sit down and you can tell me everything…"

"Love Muffin, wakey-wakey!" Miroku pushed open the doors to what he knew was Sango's bedroom. He saw the sheets were rumpled, and the shower was running in the adjoining bathroom. Suddenly he got a very sneaky, but wonderful idea.

The bathroom door was already opened, so he quickly stripped down to his boxers and tiptoed through it. Sango had a shower without a door or curtain. The only barrier between him and his beloved was a wall. All he had to do was sneak around to the other side of a tiled wall and wrap his arms around her very naked form.

Miroku could feel the heat of the hot water before even seeing her. Slowly her came up behind her, wondering only for a moment if Sango had gotten shorter. He could see her curves, immediately getting turned on. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing himself up against her wet body.

"Surprise," he whispered into her ear. That was when Miroku's very sneaky, but wonderful idea became his very sneaky, but stupid idea.

Her body went rigid and she let out a scream that was simply not human. Without needing to think about it, she used the inside of her foot to scrape along his shin and slammed it hard on his foot, making Miroku yelp and loosen his hold.

"Sango, Sango, call the police! There's some guy in here trying to rape me!" She started screaming wildly, fingernails scratching and clawing at Miroku, her eyes closed. With one swift movement, she kneed him in the groin. Miroku fell over, almost completely naked and very wet, clutching himself. It was then when she willed herself to open her eyes.

"Oh my God, Miroku's a rapist!"

Inuyasha cracked up, his sides aching. "You're a d-dumb-a-as-s-s-s!" He shouted pointing his finger at Miroku. Miroku tossed a throw pillow at him, but his aim was off. Sango scowled as the pillow hit the moving ceiling fan. It threw the pillow at an art project her brother had given her the last time they got to see each other, about three months ago.

It was a painting. It wasn't a painting of anything, really. It was how he saw her. It was a blend of lines, of strokes of his brush. The lines were every size, and went in every direction. They were all earthy colors, light blues, shades of green, and browns. But that was everything else. Right in the center, was a streak of magenta. It was not a wide streak, but it was not a twig-sized line, either. It stood out, but no so much that all you could see was it, yet you knew it was there. It was simple, but beautiful.

It was Sango. Or Rosa, if you went by its name. Kohaku spent all his high school years studying German, so it was well suited the painting's title was the German word for pink.

She walked over and corrected the frame, and she was glad it wasn't damaged. She then made her way into the kitchen, sparing Miroku the humiliation of her being the while Inuyasha made fun of him.

Kagome stood at the sink, a coffee cup of decaf that was more dairy creamer than coffee in her hands. Sango smiled at her friend. It was defiantly awkward when she rushed in, seeing all of Kagome (Holy crap, I need to figure out was she's doing to keep her arms like that was her first thought) and then she looked down at her fiancé.

And she blushed.

"It was a mistake Kagome, that's all. Please don't be embarrassed," Sango said, grabbing a bottle of water out of her fridge, determined to get those arms.

"Thank you, Sango. I know that it was a mistake, but I still blush when I think about it." Kagome cast her eyes downward, unable to look at Sango. Her voice became quiet, almost at a whisper. "Thank for last night, Sango. It meant a lot to me. I just—,"

"Please, please, Kagome," Sango said, going to her side. She put down her coffee cup, and took Kagome's, setting them down on the counter, "don't worry about it. You are my band mate, but more so, my friend. Please, come to me if you need help."

Kagome smiled, and Sango matched it. They hugged, enjoying the warmth of another, a friend. Kagome let a silent tear roll down her cheek.

"Girl-on-girl!"

"Whoa, yeah!"

Kagome and Sango both blushed, jumping away from each other.

"I'll kill both of you!" Sango shouted, and ran after Inuyasha and Miroku. She chased them out of the kitchen, and Kagome could hear gay jokes, sex jokes, and the crude humor Inuyasha and Miroku. She heard their joyful shouts, the sound of them bounding around the apartment. It made her smile, knowing her new friends had happiness.

Now all she had to do was work on her own.

Duckgirl566: We won't blame you guys if you don't want to review.

Ducky alter ego: Shouldn't you be practicing that new stand piece for the game today?

Duckgirl566: ...I hate you.