Hey guys! I know its been a looooong time and i'm soooo sorry! I've been busy with other stories and music videos plus my first year of highschool (which rocks BTW) so yeah this is the last chapter tell me wat you think 0

Chapter 6

"Bankotsu…" Sango began.

Bankotsu smiled. "You better be going. You have a wedding to get to."

Sango just stared into his ice blue eyes. Bankotsu took a step towards her, placed his hands on her hips, and moved his face closer to hers. Their noses were touching, their lips were just millimeters apart. Bankotsu thought he would loose his mind. He wanted nothing more then to roughly kiss her delicate lips, just one more time.

But as badly as he wanted to, he couldn't, and the reality of that tore him apart inside. She wasn't his for the taking… not anymore. Bankotsu bowed his head slightly, before he lightly kissed her on her cheek.

Sango felt a little disappointed. She knew he wanted to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him, but they both knew that they couldn't… ever again. How she missed kissing him. How she missed being with him. But she tried not to think about it. She was committed to Miroku, and it would be wrong for her to leave Miroku now.

She tried to blink away the tears, but to her dismay, one escaped and dribbled down her pale cheek.

Bankotsu's eyes softened as he caught it, and gently wiped it away with his thumb. "Go…" he whispered.

Sango wanted to cry her eyes out as she parted with him, but she couldn't. She had always told herself that she could never cry. She looked over her shoulder and saw him standing there, before he turned and walked in the other direction.

"There, you look so pretty Sango!" Kikyou said, sighing.

Sango looked down at the white dress. If he didn't give me the note, then who did?

"You better get going!" Kikyou said as she hugged her.

Sango walked down the hall, slowly. She hated to admit it, but she was in no hurry to get to the chapel.

That's when she heard it; a sound from in the closet. She slowly reached for the handle, and opened it a crack.

She felt like her heart had been torn out of her chest. There was Miroku, with some other girl. Their lips locked tightly together.

Sango's hand flew to her mouth as she cried into it. She closed the door again, so they wouldn't notice. Sango stood there for about two minutes, before she unconsciously walked down the doors of the chapel.

Traitor…

Sango only came to realization that she was walking down the isle when she felt her father grasp her arm and lead her down. She cried as she walked down the isle. Not tears of joy, but tears of hurt and betrayal. Tears streamed down her cheeks and on the carpet.

Kikyou frowned. This was supposed to be a happy day for her friend. So, how come she seemed more sad then happy?

After what seemed like an eternity, Sango was standing in front of Miroku, but she couldn't even look at him. Instead she stared at her feet. Is this really what I want?

The priest began to speak, but she was only half listening.

"We are gathered here today…"

Sango began to wonder again who wrote her that damned note that ruined her life. Her eyed widened.

Sango gathered her books and stood from her desk, ready to leave for her next class. That's when she noticed Miroku, a boy from her class, writing something down on a slip of paper.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she made her way over to him.

"Hey, Miroku. What are you writing there?" she asked in a friendly tone.

Miroku looked up and Sango swore his eyes widened slightly. "Oh… um… n-nothing special…" he mumbled.

Sango shrugged it off and headed toward her next class.

"Miroku Shizuoka. Do take this woman in front of you, to be your wife? Tin sickness …"

Sango wiped away a few more tears, when she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"Hey Sango. I know this is probably a bad time. But, would you consider going out with me?"

Sango blinked. "Um… well I…" she began.

"Just because Bankotsu missed out on a great girl, doesn't mean I have to."

She looked up at him and smiled slightly. "Thank you, Miroku."

"So is that a yes then?" Miroku asked.

Sango nodded. "Sure…" But when she looked up at him, his smile was far from happy. It seemed more… evil. Like he was up to something. But again, she shrugged it off.

"I do." Sango heard Miroku voice.

"Sango Yamanashi. Do you take this man in front of you, to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, in rich and in poor, 'til death do you part?"

Sango opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She stood there frozen. What was she doing? Why couldn't she speak? She looked out into the audience, and saw Jakotsu, Renkotsu, and Suikotsu there… but no Bankotsu.

"I… I…" she stumbled. Miroku gave her an encouraging nod. Sango felt so much hatred for Miroku. He had cheated on her, on their wedding day. He had lied to her. He had tricked her and Bankotsu into breaking up.

No. I can't do this. I can't be with you! She screamed in her head.

"I… I can't!" she said finally.

A few gasps were heard in the audience, Miroku's face was completely shocked. "Sango…" he began.

"I can't commit myself to you like this Miroku. Not after you can't even be true to me on our own wedding day!" she shouted. Miroku blinked. "Don't play dumb Miroku! I saw you! You double–crossing liar! You cheated on me, you lied to me, and… I know what you did back in high school you bastard!"

Everyone was silent.

"I don't love you Miroku. Someone has already taken my heart, and you took me away from him!" Sango pulled off her ring and threw it at him. "I hate you!" She ran back down the isle and out into the pouring rain.

The pitter of the rain was the only sound he didn't tune out.

But beyond that, in his mind, he could hear wedding bells, and he could see Sango and Miroku walking out of the church. The smile on her face was enough to kill him. She could never be happy like that with him.

He saw them get into the limo with the sign just married on the back. But before Miroku got in, he Bankotsu saw his face; Miroku was smirking at him, as if saying he won.

And Bankotsu had lost.

"I'm just a loser," he muttered to himself.

He thought back to the last time he saw her. If she loved Miroku so much, why had she been so sad to leave him? Then something hit him like nothing ever before. Maybe… just maybe… was it possible that she still loved him?

Bankotsu's heart started beating faster and faster just thinking of the thought. If so, then maybe she would come back to him; be with him; and love him, just like before.

He pictured her frail silhouette walking towards him in the rain, and once she saw him, running, leaping into his arms placing a magical kiss on his cold lips.

Sighing at the thought, Bankotsu got his hopes to high.

His ears perked at the crunching of gravel from behind him. First it was slow, and then running. No… it couldn't be. Had he really imagined it? Or was it real? Bankotsu's heart was pounding so fast he thought it would explode.

Sango… he thought, you came back! Bankotsu turned around excitedly; ready to greet the woman he loved more than anything in the world.

Shame on him to think of such fantasies.

Instead of the beautiful woman whom he had been dying to see, there were three ugly cops squinting to look at him through the rain. Their eyes widened, as if recognizing who he was. "Bankotsu! There you are you son of a bitch!"

Bankotsu raised an eyebrow. "It's good to see you too…"

The cops ran up to him and grabbed his arms and put cuffs around his wrists.

"Hey! What the hell is this?!" Bankotsu yelled, struggling, even though he knew it was no use.

"You're under arrest!"

"For what?" Bankotsu spat.

"For the murder of Sango Yamanashi!"

Ohhhh you all hate me don't you? I know that was evil, you know I was gonna make a happy ending, but then I thought, why not leave them all hanging? Just for kicks... I may or may not write a sequel... actually... I probably will... I already thought of some ideas so keep an eye out for it! -O R&R!