A.N. Don't look no further, Baby I'm back here—I'm here to carter to you! (I'm Back- Baby Bash… Yes I'm currently singing that while I type this note. Yes, you are very lucky you can't hear me right now.) Haha, well I thought that would be somewhat appropriate as some background music. So yeah. Junior year—driving—standardized testing… Same ole, same ole. I handwrote this one and only now had the chance to type it up. I hope you all enjoy it.

Summary: Never believe a rumor. Rumors are so easily dashed with water guns.

Disclaimer: One of these three sentences is false:I do not own Inuyasha. I never will. Therefore I don't amuse myself with fantasies of ever owning it.

Genre: Humor, Romance

Pairing: Mirouku & Sango

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Precious Moments:

(Tsuki)

Rumors & Water Guns

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"Jeeze that little brother of mine! He never cleans up after he and Souta make these ridiculous messes!" She looked around at the strewn baseball gloves and bats and the solitary ball that littered the yard. Blue and Green silly string had been sprayed all over the yard.

"It's a good thing for him that he went with mom and dad to dropped off Souta…I'm about ready to kill him."

She rolled her dark caramel eyes heaven ward and flipped her brown locks over her shoulder before stepping down the several concrete steps that led into her backyard.

The seventeen year old abruptly winced as her toe connected with something at the base of the steps.

She looked down, surprised, "A water gun? Kohaku's fifteen and he still plays with water guns?" She giggled and picked it up.

The brunette's name was Sango Hidoi. Sango was a tall brunette with lengthy waves of deep brown locks of hair that streamed down her back, gleaming and straight. She was dressed in a light white tank top with a modest A neck line and thick spaghetti straps and an aquamarine skort. Her bangs were held back by a clip that matched her skort and she was barefoot.

A cool breeze drifted across the grass covered yard as Sango stood, awkwardly holding the bright purple and green water gun.

Sango crinkled her nose at the weight, "Is it supposed to be this heavy."

She had not, in all honesty handled a water gun in almost a decade and a slightly nostalgic feeling washed over her. Abruptly Sango caught the sound of a swishing noise coming from the gun.

She grinned a bit, "So it still has water in it." Another giggle erupted from her throat and Sango gingerly pumped the water gun and pressed the green trigger.

A surprised breath of air erupted from her as water gushed from the gun and she suddenly did not feel like the Junior that she was. The smell of freshly cut grass mixed with the scent of the mist of the water.

Her feet padded gently onto the carpet soft grass as she grinningly moved from the small walkway onto it, the water gun aimed at the small Japanese maple that her mother had planted the summer before.

Sango spent the next few minutes playing around with the water gun, before she started to feel like she needed to act her own age.

Sango raised her arms slightly a shot a stream straight up, laughing a bit as a gentle mist wafted down onto her in a cooling shower. Large droplets of water dampened her hair, ever once in awhile.

"I should finish cleaning up," she laughed, "I'm getting too into this." Sango took a step forward only to slip on the now moist grass.

"Oomph—" She instinctively clutched the water gun, inadvertently pressing down trigger with the same force that she clamp her eyes close as her rear connected with the unforgiving ground.

Sango scrunched her nose and let out a groan, "Ouch…" Her eyes fluttered open and suddenly she paled. She was still for a moment before she giggled nervously and stood.

She had unintentionally just let a gush of water spray across a white slightly ornate plastic fence that separated her yard from her neighbor's. Sango gingerly walked over to the fence and stood on her tippy-toes to see if anyone was in the yard. But its five feet and some inches reveal nothing to her.

After a moment Sango giggled a bit and put down the toy, "I guess that what I get. I was going overboard with that." She smiled a bit and shook her head at herself. With another laugh she crossed back to her the walkway. She was going to go inside when suddenly someone leaned across the fence. He was grinning ruefully, wearing a damp sleeveless black jersey

His raven locks were dripping slightly with water.

He chuckled a bit, "I kind of expected someone a little younger." He gave her a mischievous look, "Aren't you too old to be playing with water guns?"

Sango blushed, "I normally don't do that—It's my brother's and I saw it and—Hey! What were you doing anyway? I didn't see anyone in your yard."

The boy's name was Mirouku Utsuki—He was going to graduate from their district high school in a month. He was a very popular person there, she knew for a fact. It was probably because he was not completely Japanese. Not only was he not born in Japan, but he had the unusual midnight blue-violet eyes of his mother. He had lived in Japan for three years before though, she had once heard, so that's how he knew the language.

Rumors were constantly circulating the school and most of them centered around him.

He was an eighteen year old who she probably knew more about from whatever she heard about him, than from being neighbors.

But then again, in her defense, Mirouku had only moved in next door that year. That did not really leave much time to get to know him.

Mirouku held up a book and she could see the damp speckles from where it was hit. She opened her mouth to apologize, but Mirouku was laughing, "I was reading on the grass. It was a nice day and I wanted to relax—I didn't think that it'd rain." Sango blushed an even deeper red. "I'm really sorry! Let me get you a towel or something! I-I'll be right back."

She rushed into the house before Mirouku could point out that he was merely a few feet from his own house and could dry off there. He was left standing there with an amused look on his face and a slightly raised brow.

Sango was back quickly and apologetically handed him the fluffy towel. "Here."

She apologized again but Mirouku waved it off with a chuckle and wiped his dripping raven locks and he leaned his back against the partition.

Mirouku Utsuki—slightly above average height, broad shoulders, athletic build—to the athletic department's dismay he only played one sport—track and even then, he did the least popular segment of it, the high jump..

But according to rumors, he was so good at everything else that he was banned from participating in any other competitive sport because it would be unfair to the other teams,

Sango inwardly rolled her eyes, 'I really doubt that.' But it was amazing even still how one year was enough to make someone the permanent center of rumors. And it was even like any of them were bad, either.

Mirouku's unruly hair shot from beneath the towel as he moved it down to dab dry his novel.

His midnight eyes sparkled and he gave a boyish grin, "To be honest, though, it felt kinda of relieving. I didn't realize how hot I was."

Sango smiled back, tryingto figure this guy out.

Dark blue eyes and a hypnotic grin. According to rumors, he had to change school because of those two factors. The entire female population had virtually gone to war because of his looks. He was the new age Helen of Troy—allegedly.

Sango almost snorted out loud as she stared at the back of his head, 'Please…he's average looking at best.'

Mirouku suddenly placed down his book and suddenly grinned impishly. He turned to her so quickly that Sango jumped. "Do you have another one of those?"

Sango blinked, "Another towel? Yeah just lemme—"

He shook his head, his ponytail flicking back and forth a little.

According to rumors, the senior girls were trying to cut that same ponytail off, divide it among themselves, and keep as a keepsake. Sango cringed, 'That, sadly, I wholeheartedly believe.'

Mirouku's eyes suddenly lit up as he scanned her yard. He pointed at her discarded water gun a few feet behind her. "You sounded like you were having fun before and you kind of took away my source of amusement."

Sango blinked, "Kohaku should have a second gun in the shed—"

Mirouku took hold of the fence and threw his legs over the white structure, gracefully landing in her yard, before she could continue what she was saying. He headed towards her shed, surprisingly excited. Sango followed at a slower pace.

"I'm not really dressed for a water gun fight—I'm pretty sure this will become see-through," She admitted sheepishly with a blush tinting her cheeks as she pointed to her tank top.

She was still blushing as he unlatched the lock to the shed. He paused once the door was open and took off his jersey. "Here put this on." He tossed it towards her and Sango easily caught the slightly damp jersey and put it over her torso with a grin. "Now I'm game."

Admittedly, he looked adorable at the moment. She honestly could not bare to disappoint that face by simply saying no. At the least she would have just told him to wait while she changed her shirt.

She looked his over, for the umpteenth time. According to rumors, his school photo had looked so amazing that he was scouted by a teen modeling agency because of that.

Sango weighed that over in her head and grudgingly admitted, 'Well… I really can't see that as made up…'

Truthfully, it would be criminal to call him average looking.

He abruptly turned to her, a pout forming on his lips, "Are you sure it's in here? I don't see anything."

Sango pressed her hand to his bare chest, the skin feeling heated under her gentle push. "Move aside, Utsuki. Clearly you need a pair of glasses, because, " Sango crouched down and reached into an open chest on the concrete floor. She pulled out a water gun that was orange and red in color. Mirouku looked incredulous.

"That definitely was not there a second ago."

Sango laughed and handed it to him, "I know the name of a good optician, I'll refer you if you want. You'd look good with glasses," she teased.

Mirouku sniffed, "Funny," he drawled as they reached a hose that was snaked around an outdoors facet at the side of her house. As Mirouku's gun was being filled, he suddenly stared at her. He thought hard for a moment.

Finally he asked, "Do we go to the same school? I have a feeling that I've seen you around somewhere other than this neighborhood."

Sango nodded, "We do go to the same school. I'm a year below you though." Mirouku seemed to be committing that to memory—the fact that they went to the same school. He had already assumed that she wasn't a senior.

She smiled a bit, "That's probably why you wouldn't remember seeing me. Grades don't really intermingle well."

Mirouku scrunched his brows in thought, "I think I remember my mom mentioning that once…" He laughed, "It's a shame though that they don't. My last school was pretty interknit."

Even besides their school's difficulties in grade mingling, though the two of their families were reasonably neighborly, they were not exceptionally close.

They did have dinner together once, but Mirouku had been out then.

According to rumors, Mirouku loved the party scene. Apparently he was constantly seeing movies and going out with friends, doing you name it.

But strangely…Sango furrowed her brows, 'I rarely see him leave the house, though.' Then again, she was not one to pay insane amounts of attention to her neighbors' activities or observe them that much.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, "Your name is Sango right?" Sango nodded.

A year ago he had introduced himself with a flourish—a flirty kiss to the back of her hand, an introduction in French, and a very unneeded comment in the aforementioned language about her 'endowment' as he called it..

She vividly remembered fighting the urge to hit him then. Especially when she had gone home and translated every word he had said to her.

After that, she had not really gone out of her way to speak to him.

Mirouku pumped his water gun as Sango replenished her own water supply.

Mirouku was leaned against the side of her house. Oddly enough his lips were pulled into a grin, "Truthfully, I've never really used one of these before. I didn't really have siblings or anything like that growing up."

Sango turned off the hose and stood.

According to rumors, Mirouku would run around the halls groping classmates and freshmen. He would also make it a daily thing to flirt with the younger female teachers and tossed innuendoes as if they were a regular and very necessary part of speech.

However… that wasn't just a rumor. She had seen him doing all of that stuff….

But when she really thought about it… there were no rumors to this. This 'reading a book on the lawn side—' or that boyishly considerate side that made him give up his jersey—Hell based on rumors she thought he'd say something lewd. There was nothing to this side where he sheepishly admits that hadn't done one of the most basic of childhood games.

Sango shut off the hose and squirted him gently in grinning face.

He sputtered a bit, "Hey! I wasn't even ready yet, Hidoi!" He pouted and found the pump as Sango ran off laughing. He kicked off his sneakers and ran after her as water trickled from his face and onto his chest.

He wiped off the rest of the water on his face.

Mirouku then easily caught up to her and Sango shrieked, pressing the trigger only to realize she had forgotten pump her gun.

A jet of water shot weakly in a pitiful arc and Sango shrieked a second time as Mirouku shot her with a mischievous laugh of, "Got you!"

He let out a chuckle as Sango gasped and trickles of water streamed down her face. Sango wrung out her hair and his jersey.

According to rumors he was a lecher….

He held his sides and Sango shot him after a dozen quick pumps. He pushed back his drenched bangs and sprayed out water that had gotten into his mouth.

According to rumors he was an Abercrombie model before he moved….

He suddenly sprinted to the side of her house and returned with the hose. Sango left out a laughing shriek, "Don't you dare!" He pressed down on the handle and a gush of water sprayed out in a fan.

According to rumors he always had some of the highest grades in his class.

Sango managed to grapple the hose from him and for the next ten minutes, they continued their water fight and until both were thoroughly soaked. Suddenly Mirouku slipped on the wet grass.

Sango let out a surprised, "Oomph" as he fell onto her and her legs gave out from the unexpected weight. Mirouku groaned, "That was fun…." Sango looked up at him.

He was lying, not uncomfortable on top of her, "Hey, you okay?" Mirouku opened his eyes, "Heh, yeah… you?"

Sango softly responded, "I'm fine."

He raised himself up a bit, but did not fully rise. Hey looked at her, "You know it's funny…at school, I clown around all the time, but I've never really had as much fun as I did now." He let out a laugh.

His midnight eyes bore into hers and she felt her heart rate speed up as he let out another soft but wry laugh. Before he could stop himself he murmured. "I never really made any genuine friends since I was an 'army brat' up until a year ago, when my mother remarried."

Sango touched his cheek and looked into his eyes. Troubled blue.

According to rumors he could brighten anyone's day… And yet, who brightened his?

Mirouku looked away suddenly embarrassed. "Please don't pity me, though." He furrowed his brows.

"I didn't mean to say all that just now… It just slipp—" Sango turned his head back to her. "I'm not pitying you… I'm tying to piece together you, not the rumors you." Mirouku leaned closer.

"Really? And what's he like?"

Sango smiled, "He's Mirouku…He's everything I saw this afternoon. You may be a pervert sometimes, but only you can make it seem almost endearing…That's all I can say to sum it up."

It was quiet for a moment before he chuckled. "I'm tempted to kiss you."

And she laughed, "I'm tempted to let you."

Mirouku closed the distance between them.

Once this weekend ends….let's make some new rumors.

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(Tsuki )

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A.N.

Cute right? I luff the fluff.

I handwrote around September-ish and had a blast with it. I was in a Sango Mirouku kind of mood and so this came out. I liked how Mirouku came out.

I love pervy Mirouku, but I feel like that side of him always gets exaggerated and his good traits are lost underneath all that lecherousness lol.

So Happy Holidays, guys.

I'm back. Spread the word.

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Finished: 12.23.07