The entire night I spent watching over Sango, she kept turning in her sleep. Her expression was contorted into one of pain. Right before sunrise I turned away from her, I couldn't have people waking up and finding me watching Sango. The next day I walked around angry, it was becoming harder and harder to contain myself. Kagome continued to pester me because she was so sure that something was irritating me, and even though she was right it didn't mean that I wanted to share my problem with her. I was walking ahead of the group; I needed to be as far away from Miroku as possible.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled from behind me, I took a few deep breaths before turning around to face her.

"What?" I asked in a low feral tone. I could see her shiver and take a step back.

"There's a village up ahead, can we stop there? We need to restock our supplies anyway." It was the quietest I ever heard Kagome talk.

"Fine." I said practically taking off into a run.

"What's wrong with him?" I could hear Kagome ask, but I didn't bother to slow down to hear who answered her.

When we finally reached the village Miroku made up one of his usual stories about evil spirits, or whatever he claims to need to do, and of course we were offered rooms to stay in. I didn't want to stay in the inn, not now anyway because I would have to share a hut with the one person I didn't want to be around, Miroku. When it finally got dark, and I was no longer as angry, I returned to my group. I entered the inn and began to walk down the path I could sense my friends in. I stopped when a door slid open and shut and out came Sango.

"Inuyasha, I'm glad I ran into you." She said smiling.

"Why?" I asked looking away; I could already feel the blush start to creep up on my face.

"Well there's been a slight change in plans," she began, causing me to look at her from the side. "Miroku requested that we share a room, so now you're bunking with Kagome." I didn't say anything. She shifted uncomfortably and I looked at her fully. "Besides that's a good thing right? Now you get more one-on-one time with Kagome, I think that will make her very happy." She finished with an awkward smile.

"I don't give a shit if it makes Kagome happy or not, this isn't about Kagome."

"Inuyasha-" she began, but I cut her off.

"No! Sango the things you told me yesterday-" as soon as I said that she walked up to me and covered my mouth, causing me to blush. I felt like such a girl, why was I blushing so much?

"Shh, Inuyasha that was confidential, besides that is not your concern. I can take care of myself." She finished off.

"But Sango…" I trailed off, I didn't know what to say, she didn't want my help.

"Let's take a walk." She said walking past me. I followed her, and we walked side by side towards the forest. The walk was silent, but comfortable. One we reached a lake Sango sat down. I shifted uncomfortably for a few minutes before I took a seat a few feet away from her.

"The water is beautiful around sunset, don't you think?" Sango started, still she looked at the water –at that moment I found Sango to be the most beautiful person on earth to me. I didn't respond to her, how could she want to talk about something as minute and insignificant as the water. "I mean the way the sky reflects off of the water, I wish life was always this lovely." She finished off.

"Sango…" I started.

"I know you probably think I'm stupid, huh?" she said cutiing me off. "I know you think I deserve better, that I can't be ok with what Miroku did to me." She paused, a few tears falling down her face. "And the sad thing is you're right, I am stupid, but I can't do better."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because Inuyasha," the way my name dripped off of her lips with malice made me flinch an d i was instantly disturbed, "in case you haven't noticed I'm not a beautiful princess with soft skin, or a bubbly pretty school girl like Kagome. I'm simple old Sango who fights demons for a living and is bruised and scratched and ruined because of my profession. I should consider myself lucky that Miroku would want to devote his life to me." She finished off. By now she was standing.

"What are you talking about? This isn't about Kagome!" I said standing to match her.

"Oh but isn't it always." She spat.

"NO! This is not about her; this is about you…and what's good for you. And if you think that you have to settle for Miroku then you are wrong!"

"Am I really? Kagome is so lovely, and she's girly, pretty, funny, and just fabulous, desired by all; and when I'm traveling with you guys it's always about Kagome, so don't you dare tell me that this is not about her!"

"You're crazy!" I proclaimed, and at that moment all I wanted to do was hold her and tell her how amazing I thought she was.

"Am I Inuyasha?" she asked condescendingly. "Everyone cares about Kagome, and how perfect she is. It's hard to live up to her, especially when her perfection is thrown in your face."

"Who throws Kagome in your face?"

"Everyone, she gets praise for everything. She needs protection from everyone. Precious Kagome can never get her beautiful porcelain skin bruised or else the world must come to a screeching halt so that she can be repaired. But if I get hurt then I must be strong and carry on as if nothing is wrong, because I'm a warrior. I have no chance for someone to stop and worry about me."

"Is that how you feel Sango? That Kagome is more important than you?" I asked stepping closer to her.

"Well isn't she? Our group revolves around Kagome, and her needs. I don't know why I even bother speaking up, my feelings go unnoticed anyway," she shrugged as if she was giving up.

"Who makes Kagome the center of the group?"

"Shippou, Miroku, you…" she said quietly.

"Me?"

"Yeah you; you follow her around like a lost puppy, and follow her every word, comply with her every whim."

"Why do you even care?" I yelled.

"Because!" She yelled back, her eyes met mine in a weak and apprehensive stare, "because Inuyasha," her voice dropped, and finally she admitted in a timid whisper "I love you, that's why." And with that she looked down and bit her lower lip.

I looked at her confused, my mouth agape from her confession. "Sango," I began but was cut off by her.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't know why I said anything. I'm sorry, I have to go," she started to walk off and whispered one more "I'm sorry," and was off. I sat down at the clearing with my legs crossed.