Talking is Dangerous

Hey peoples! So this chappie is about how dangerous it is for certain peoples to talk to others when these certain peoples like certain others. If that makes sense. Wow I need to get a grip on my feeble grasp of reality XD any of my friends reading this are going to think, yepp, it's definitely her. Anyone who doesn't know me… yes I'm slightly insane, but I think it makes life more interesting :3 know what I mean, jelly beans? Anyways, R&R comrades! Spear head with your brilliant intellectual opinions!

"So where're we goin' today?" Inuyasha demanded as he dropped down beside Kagome, who looked shyly over at him and blushed slightly. Of course, as always, I was the only one who noticed. I was the one who noticed everything about Kagome, from what style she wore her hair to what she wore that day to what mood she was in that day.

Whoops, sorry folks, I get carried away when….yeah... Anyways, we were sitting around the kitchen table of the mansion where we all lived. Yes, we, the four of us, live together. Got a problem?

Anyways, Inuyasha was being his stupid, arrogant self. Kagome was fawning over him and Miroku was trying to make a move on me. As per usual around here. When nobody acknowledged his question, he spoke a little louder. "Eh? Where we goin today?" he hollered.

"We heard you, Inuyasha; we were just trying to finish our breakfast." Miroku spoke calmly.

"Well if you'd all just hurry the fuck up we wouldn't have a problem." He retorted. I snorted and looked up from my breakfast.

"Look, Inuyasha, the universe does NOT revolve around YOU." I got up and stalked away to the bedroom Kagome and I shared quite angrily, throwing the bowl in the sink.

"Hey Sango, wait up!" Kagome's voice followed me. I turned around and waited for her. She was so beautiful, with her black curls bouncing up and down along her shoulder line. "Sang, what's wrong?" she asked as she closed my bedroom door behind her.

"Nothing, Kagome. I promise." I replied, playing nervously with my cuticles. Wow. I am such a fucking liar. I can't even talk to Kagome, my best friend. I have issues.

"You sure?" she asked, with a worried look on her face. I hate when she does that. It makes me feel guilty. Guilty for lying. God I wished I could've just reached out and brushed that loose strand of black hair that obscured her beautiful eyes from me. But of course, I couldn't. Oh, I hate reality.

Anyways, Kags was sitting with her beautiful hair framing her perfect face, and had the cutest look on her face.

"Kags, you need to stop worrying. You'll get wrinkle lines." I told her, and looked away. She grasped my hand and told me to look at her. When I refused, she cupped my chin and made me. I pretended to bite her, and we both laughed.

"Come on Sango." She murmured, getting a wounded puppy-dog look on her face, more adorable than I've ever seen. "Tell me."

Oh, fuck. I cannot resist that.

"Kags… If I tell you, it could… it could change everything." I murmured, and looked down.

"Sango… how?" she inquired, doing that funny little thing with her head. I glanced at her, and she smiled encouragingly. Have I mentioned, I hate when she does that?

"Kags, you're irr… you're asking for trouble, Kags… trouble that I know you don't want." I sighed, and looked away again. When I looked back, I saw the concern on her face deepen, and it killed me. I wanted to blurt it out, blurt everything out right then and there, but…I couldn't. She was infuriating.

"Sango… you're making no sense. Please… you can trust me. If its bothering you, it bothers me." she prodded, and it took all of my willpower not to kiss her right there. Dammit.

"Kagome… you are so incredible…I don't even think there are words to describe what you mean to me… how important our friendship is to me." I looked at her and saw she was blushing. I looked again, surprised that I had made her blush. I never made Kagome blush.

"Sang… you're way too kind… and you're being modest. We both know I'd die if it weren't for you. You're the only one who understands me, the only one who really cares about Me.," she stated and I watched her face intently, confused as to where she was going with this. "Sango, I trust you. Can't you trust me?"

Oh, fuck.

Long chapter, I know. But I ended it with a cliff hanger :D R&R! All reviews accepted. Let me know how I'm doing?