AN: Sorry this took so long. --; I'm still not happy with it. TT --- R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Duh.
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Forgetting to Forgive

Chapter 2
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Sango arrived home in 10 minutes time. She was greeted to her modest two bedroom home by it's only other tenant.

"Hey Kirara. Did you hold down the fort while I was away?"

"Mew."

"Good." Sango patted her companion's head and flopped down on the couch in her living room. She let her head fall back and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts turned to some things she wished she could just let go.

"... Miroku..." She sighed for the millionth time that night. She couldn't get him out of her head. She closed her eyes and she seen him just as he was at the bar.

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"Oh, I'd love a ride, Sango dear."
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Sango blushed profusely.

"Arg! I need to stop thinking about him!"

"Mew?" Kirara sat down in front of Sango on the floor. She cocked her head to the side and stared at her master, looking concerned.

"I'm fine Kirara..."

"Mew." Sango picked Kirara up and sat her in her lap.

"You know, I wish I could talk to you about this and you could give me some advice back."

"Mew..."

"I could call Kagome, see if she's awake..."

"Mew!"

"Alright."

Sango met Kagome a year earlier when the young woman transferred to Hartford clinic, where Sango works. Charmed by Kagome's positive demeanor, they became fast friends. It was only recently that Sango had started to open up to Kagome. he picked up the phone and dialed her friend's number and after a few rings she picked up.

"Hello. You've got Kagome."

"Hey Kags. Got a minute?"

"Sure Sango. What's up?"

"The sky."

"As it should be." Kagome smiled into the phone. She knew why Sango would be calling this late.

"What did he do this time?"

"Who said anything about him? Maybe I was calling to see how your day went."

"At 1:30 in the morning?" Kagome had been awake already. Buyo woke her wanting to be fed.

"Yeah?" Sango squeaked meekly.

"Save it sister."

Sango exhaled slowly and gave in. Now that she called Kagome, she wasn't going to get off easy.

" Oh fine."

"That's better. Now, what did he do?"

Kagome's smirk could be read through the phone. 'Why didn't I just go to bed?' Sango thought.

"Be his usual infuriating ass."

"But you like his ass." Sango's face heated and she hated herself for telling Kagome that. Even if she was drunk at the time.

"That's beside the point!"

"No. I think it's behind." Kagome snickered and Sango lost it.

"Kagome! That's not helping!"

"Alright, alright. Sheesh. Ok. So he was being himself? Believe it or not, that's not big news. What's the reason you called me 5 hours before we both have to be in to work?" Kagome wasn't angry, but acting like she was seemed to get more straight answers out of Sango.

"Sango..."

"Oh, what hasn't he done!"

"That's better."

"He's the most infuriatingly adorable thing I've ever seen." Sango moaned, "Why can't I stop thinking about him?"

Being only slightly serious, Kagome took on the voice of a stage performer.

"Cause he stole your heart."

"No, seriously."

"It's because you love him." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Sango couldn't find the words to deny it.

"Why?" It was the only thing that came to mind. Why would she love Miroku? He flirted shamelessly, slept around, and then dumped women with out remorse.

"I can't answer that Sango."

"Try please. You know me better than I know myself."

Kagome could almost see Sango on her knees, pleading to her. The image made her chuckle.

"How can I argue with that? Ok..." Kagome thought long and hard for a moment.

"Maybe, it's because he treats you like a woman."

"He treats anything with tits and a ass like a woman." Sango fumed.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Your family, your brother, they treat you like one of the guys. Women that know you are afraid you'll kick their butt. You're strong Sango, and you dress like a tom boy." She didn't pull any punches there. It was always jeans and a loose tee shirts with Sango, and at work it was a plain colored smock. "If it's comfortable, wear it," was her motto, but Sango thought tom boy was a little harsh.

"I do not! I'm wearing girly dress slacks right now." She looked down at the pants that fit too tight for her liking but decided to wear out to the bar with the guys anyway.

"What? The black pin striped ones?" 'Damn.' Kagome really did know her too well.

"...Yeah?"

"Thought so. They may be cut to fit a woman, but they don't scream femineity. I've been in your closet. The only skirt you own is the one I bought you that you never wear!" The red coral skirt had been a birthday present from Kagome last year. 'I've wore it... once. From the bathroom to the full length mirror in my room... and back again.' Not that Sango would tell her that.

"But it's short..." So she used her old excuse.

"It would come down to just above your knee! I've told you that. Ah, forget it. We're not discussing your clothes problems right now. Miroku treats you like a woman, and you didn't realize you needed that."

"Need it? I don't think so. As you've pointed out, I'm far from a frilly little girl. I can kick anybody's ass who crosses me. I'm not a pansy, or delicate, or..."

"The operative word was 'woman', Sango, not girl. And I know you are not delicate, but your feelings are. That's why you get so mixed up and hurt."

"I don't understand it at all..."

"Love is not something that's easily understood."

"Why thank you Oprah." Sango rolled her eyes.

"Since you know so much, tell me what I'm suppose to do." Sango asked.

"Yeah. I know a lot. That's why I live alone with my cat."

Sango ignored what she was implying and begged for any advice she could get.

"Please? Anything at all?"

"I got nothin'." Kagome refused that kind of advice. This was something she was going to have to figure out on her own.

"Nothing?" But it didn't stop Sango from pleading.

"Ummm... let me check. Oh, I got pocket lint! You want that?"

"...No thanks." Sango knew Kagome probably wouldn't go as far as telling her what to do. She wished Miroku wasn't so complicated. He pissed her off with his perverted ways, but then there were times when he just looked at her and smiled. Moments like that made her heart pound and her stomach fill with butterflies. Deep down, Sango knew there was something more to him that a perverse skirt chaser.

Sango took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Kagome was trying to cheer her up, and even though it wasn't working, she was grateful to her.

"Thanks for talking to me Kags."

"Anytime Sans."

"I'll see you at work later."

"Alright. Get some sleep."

"Ok. Night."

"Goodnight."

Sango hung up the phone and slowly made her way of her couch and into her bathroom where she stripped down for a hot shower.

Her shower left her feeling clean but not in any better of a mood. Wrapped in a towel, she went to her room and threw on an oversized shirt that fell to her knees. As she ran a brush through her wet hair she head a knock at her front door. 'What the... Kagome?' It wouldn't be the first time her friend thought she was in need of some company and came over for the night.

"Coming!" Sango finished combing through her hair and pulled it back into a loose ponytail behind her head. She went to the front door and looked through the peephole to see who her late night visitor was, but all she could see was the side of someone's black haired head. 'Kagome...' Sango smiled softly at Kagome's kind hearted ways. She was grateful for the way Kagome was always looking out for her. She unlocked her door and swung it open.

"Kags, you really didn't have... to...?"

"Hey there sexy lady. Happy to see me?"

"Miroku?!"

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AN: Next update soon-ish. --;
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