InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Another Life ❯ Things Never Change ( Chapter 1 )

Another Life

 

“Just please, promise me that if anything happens to us, you'll come back to me so I can be this happy in another life.”

- Complete and Unconditional by Personification of Fluff (fanfiction.net)

 

Chapter 1: Things Never Change

 

*Beep, beep, beep* went the sound of a very annoying alarm clock. `Ugh' she mentally groaned. `This is going to be like every other day.'

 

Sango got up out of bed after hitting snooze three times. Luckily, she was a good little girl and set her alarm extra early so she could pull something off like that. She actually was up and dressed an hour before school everyday. Her grades were “perfect” by her friend Kagome's standards, but by Sango's, she could use improvement in math. `I really should get a tutor for that class' she thought as she cooked breakfast for herself and for her younger brother Kohaku. Her parents both worked for a law firm and had to go to work at the crack of dawn.

 

“Kohaku!” she called from the kitchen, “Breakfast is ready!”

 

“I'll be down in a minute sis!” he yelled back.

 

Like his sister, Kohaku was also a good little boy, and woke up early enough so by the time Sango called him, he was awake and alert. As he raced down the stairs, he could smell bacon and eggs- his favorite.

 

“Thanks sis,” He greeted as he walked into the kitchen.

 

“You're welcome. Now hurry up, you know we have to meet Kagome and Souta,” She trailed off as she strolled into her room to get her school bag.

 

“I know, I know,” He groaned. “But I don't know why you always hurry me, they're never ready when we get there!” he yelled back, loud enough for her to hear.

 

`Yeah, I guess things don't change much around here' she silently laughed to herself.

 

“Well, you never know. Things may be different today,” She told him in a cheery tone as she re-entered the kitchen and patted him on the shoulder.

 

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As they neared Kagome's house, Kohaku sped up to a full on sprint so he could knock on the door first. Kagome lived about three blocks from Sango's house, and about two more blocks was the bus stop for school.

 

“Kohaku!” Sango shouted as she ran after him.

 

Too late, Mrs. Higurashi greeted him and he ran into their house.

 

“I'm so sorry Mrs. Higurashi,” Sango apologized as she bowed to her, out of breath from running.

 

“Now Sango, I think we've known you long enough to where you and Kohaku can make yourselves at home here,” She reassured her, while smiling in that motherly way.

 

“Thank you. Is Kagome up yet?” Sango asked.

 

“Well, I'm not sure. I've tried waking her up about five times now, but you know her, always waiting until the last second. I think she stayed up late to finish something for school. Why don't you go and get her for breakfast,” Mrs. Higurashi suggested.

 

Sango nodded and walked up the stairs. She creaked open Kagome's door to find a sleeping girl about to fall off of her bed. Sango laughed and decided to play a mean trick on her best friend.

 

“KAGOME! GET UP!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.

 

Kagome's eyes flew open and she jumped at the sudden loudness, making her fall off of the bed and into a confused pile of blankets. Sango started laughing hysterically and almost fell on the floor as well.

 

“Good Morning…” Kagome yawned groggily.

 

“C'mon, breakfast is ready and you still aren't dressed,” Sango finally said after her little laughing fit.

 

Sango walked over to Kagome's closet and pulled out their school uniform: white long sleeve with green on the cuffs, collar and a red bow, and a matching, green, pleated skirt.

 

“Hurry up! Or we'll be almost late as usual!” Sango bellowed, hurrying the still drowsy Kagome.

 

Getting tired of her sleep interruptions, Kagome gave up and decided to get ready for school. As the girls walked down the stairs into the kitchen, Sango spotted Kohaku scarfing down a plate full of pancakes -his other favorite.

 

“Kohaku! You pig! You already ate breakfast!” Sango exclaimed.

 

“Now Sango, he is a growing boy. Both of them are,” Ms. Higurashi beamed, both at Souta and Kohaku.

 

“Thanks Ms. H,” responded Kohaku, while he and Souta left the table and out the door to school.

 

“Bye everyone!” were their last words as the door slammed.

 

“We should get going too, Sango, I'll just grab a breakfast bar,” Kagome sighed, as she hurried her friend out of the door.

 

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At the bus stop, Sango and Kagome spotted their other friends: Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka.

 

“Hey girlies!” Ayumi greeted, waving to them both.

 

“Ready for school?” Eri asked.

 

“Of course,” Sango assured, as she boarded the bus.

 

“I hope so,” Kagome muttered, with a look of desperation in her eyes.

 

She had indeed stayed up late to finish something for school. An English essay of all the things. Like any other day, Kagome napped on the bus ride to school while Ayumi, Eri, Yuka, and Sango gossiped...

 

“So what did you tell him Yuka?” Eri asked, interested.

 

“I told him… I might call him,” Yuka said with excitement.

 

All of the girls screamed girly screams of joy, which woke up Kagome.

 

“What?” Kagome questioned, while her eyelids were half open.

 

“Yuka has a boyfriend!” Ayumi told Kagome.

 

“Really? Who is it?” Kagome inquired, now alert as ever.

 

“He's not my boyfriend! But he is so persistent, you can't help but love his charm,” Yuka retorted.

 

“It's Hojo from Class B,” Sango clarified.

 

“Aww... You guys make a cute couple,” Kagome decided.

 

“We're not together! I'll let you guys tease me after our first date,” Yuka decided to give in to her friends.

 

“Yay!” they all yelled in unison.

 

“Anyway, we're not as cute as you and Inuyasha,” Yuka informed, switching the conversation over to Kagome's love life.

 

“Hey! Keep your voices down! We're just friends!” Kagome whispered to them, trying to hush them up.

 

“Yuka's right Kagome, you should ask him out already. I'm tired of having you two deny it any longer,” Sango retorted.

 

“Sango! He told you that he likes me?” Kagome shrieked.

 

The whole bus turned around to stare at her. Kagome sunk lower into her seat as a deep, red blush spread across her face. When everyone looked away and went back to their conversations, the five friends burst into laughter again. They're fit was cut short as the bus came to a stop. They were stopped at a red light and right next to them was a black stretch limo. All of the girls gawked at it until the bus started to move again.

 

“Wow, there must be a star in town,” Eri finally assumed, breaking the silence.

 

“In Tokyo? No one ever comes to this boring place,” Ayumi corrected.

 

`Yeah, she's right' Sango agreed.

 

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Not another word was said, until the bus pulled up to the school. Deciding to pull her friends out of the morning depressing thoughts, Sango put her arms around Kagome's and Ayumi's necks as they walked up the school's steps and said “Hey, don't look so glum. We have history today and you know what that means…” Sango said deviously.

 

Ayumi, Eri, Yuka, and Sango all shouted “Cute Guys!” while Kagome yelled, just as happily, “Sleep!”

 

The gang all stared at Kagome until she got that blush again, then they all laughed again. `Even if nothing changes around here, I'm glad I still have all this fun with my friends' Sango thought optimistically.

 

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It was their second class of the day, history, which was right after lunch and just as planned, Kagome slept, Sango took notes while expertly checking out all of the cute guys that were conveniently sitting right by her, and Ayumi, Eri and Yuka did the same. It was no coincident that all of the cute guys sat near Sango, she was voted the prettiest girl in the junior class by all of the guys last year. Or so, “The List” said. “The List” was an actual list that had girls' names on it and how they were categorized. Sango being prettiest, Kagome having the best personality, Ayumi the best chest (at times she was proud of it and also extremely embarrassed of it), Eri the most experienced (yes that kind of experience), and Yuka the shyest. Other girls were on the list as well, including Ayame for best girl athlete, Kagura for best kisser, Koharu for best one night stand and Kikyo for biggest slut. As their reputations allowed, they, the three “K” girls, were the “mean girls” of the school and were not respected. They always were constantly belittling other girls, especially our friendly gang of five. The mean girls had recently started beating up the school Goth, Kanna, who happened to be Kagura's little sister.

 

`How pathetic' Sango thought. She always was the one to defend Kanna, and she invited her to eat lunch with her and Kagome frequently. Kanna always kindly denied and eventually found friends of her own. Sango smiled at the thought. She was glad to always help a person in need. Even though she had her pretty face, which made her look shy, she was probably the most outgoing of her group of friends. She tended to be shy around adults, giving her the `good girl' reputation. Guys knew that they couldn't just ask her out like any other girl, she was very hard to approach since she was so independent, but hard to resist because of her beauty. The five friends well known for their “List” factors and for the awesome parties they threw during school breaks. `I hope we have one of those parties soon' Sango thought.

 

Someone entering the class rather lately, cutting her daydreaming short. All of the class seemed to snap out of whatever trance they were in, including Kagome and her sleeping. The teacher, used to all of the class just ignoring him, was confused by all of the sudden attention towards the door. He then looked himself and saw a young teenage boy who looked very distinguished in his uniform and glasses. He carried a laptop with him as well. Suddenly all of the class, especially the girls were chatting like crazy and giggling their girlie laughs. The young man just smirked and closed his eyes while marching over to the teacher. Handing him a note and apologizing for interrupting his class, the new boy smiled a very charming smile and had somehow convinced the teacher to let him stay. He looked around the class for an empty seat and spotted one just off to the side, next to the most beautiful girl in the school. He smiled again and made his way to the desolate seat. The moment he sat down, all of the girls envied Sango, along with every boy envying him. She blushed a slight pink and covered her hand with her face before turning toward the teacher's lecture once more. The new boy had very deep brown hair, darker than Sango's, but not so dark that it was black like Kagome's. Sango saw through his rectangular glasses that he had even deeper blue eyes that looked like a raging storm. Sango was intrigued at that last thought; his eyes reminded her of deep despair and sorrow, but also complete mystery. His charming smile only made her melt back into complete happiness. He noticed her staring at him from the side and smirked while he opened his laptop.

 

`She's beautiful' he thought, chuckling to himself. It was hard enough on him to “pretend” as if he wasn't interested in her. He knew class time could not be interrupted with personal desires and never failed to show his weaknesses. Eventually, Sango realized that she was gaping at him and snapped back to reality. The rest of history class was useless though; she couldn't help but daydream about him.

 

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When the bell rang, everyone in the halls was talking about the new boy. Apparently he came from a rich family in Osaka and was here on a business trip with his family. His father was the owner of a chain of law firms in Japan and was looking to expand in the area. No one knew his name yet, but Sango made it a point to find out before anyone else.

 

Just as she was marching over to see him, Kikyo stepped in her way and almost beat her to it. Almost, meaning Kikyo was stopped by an insult that Kagome had made: “Yo Kikyo! I didn't think the rumors were true, but I guess someone like you can't get enough of the guys!”

 

Kikyo changed directions toward Kagome, and as Sango sped by, she saw Kagome wink from the corner of her eye and her mouth these words: “Go get `em.”

 

Sango smirked at her friend's quick thinking. `Thanks Kagome, I owe you one' Sango thought.

 

Now on to her real objective. He was all alone and looking for his next class apparently. All of the other girls were too afraid to go up to him and were just ogling him from afar. After ages of walking, she finally reached him, but his back was turned to her. She lightly tapped him on the shoulder and stepped back, noticing that she was uncomfortably close to him. She smiled as he turned around and she took her hand out for him to shake. He had a look of confusion on his face at first but it turned into his charming grin as he took her hand and brought it to his face. Sango was surprised and then blushed a very deep crimson when he kissed her knuckles as if she were royalty.

 

“Hi, I'm Sango,” She introduced.

 

“I'm very pleased to meet you my dear Sango. My name is Miroku,” He answered, with all of his male charm.

 

She giggled a little at his “good boy” act and covered her face with the hand he had kissed. She regained her composure and asked him: “Do you need help finding your next class? I noticed you were new and since I've been here for three years, I pretty much know where everything is at.”

 

“As a matter of fact, I could use some help,” He replied. “Please tell me why a beautiful girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend, who would've been pounding me about now,” He inquired, looking around suddenly as if `her boyfriend' would come out of nowhere and pounce him.

 

She giggled at the pickup line. `Oh My Gosh, like I've never heard that one before' she thought.

 

“You're funny. I actually know the answer to that, but I'll let you find that out for yourself. What about your class, Romeo?” she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice, pointing back to his schedule on the paper he was holding.

 

He laughed while he put a hand to the back of his head.

 

“Well, I'm looking for room 7G, I think it is Chemistry,” He gave in, giving up on his pick up lines.

 

“You're in luck. I have that very class next. I'll give you the pleasure of walking with me there,” She said with coy.

 

She turned around giggling into her hand. He looked at her very surprised, but brought back out his charming smile and caught up with her. `She's different than most of the girls I've known' he thought. She walked triumphantly to class, her nose a bit in the air, knowing that everyone was staring at her bravery and luck.

 

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In class, she let him sit next to her. Kagome nudged her on her way to the desk behind Sango. Once she sat she whispered into Sango's ear: “You owe me big time.”

 

“I know,” Sango whispered back, without turning around. The class went quiet and stood next to their chairs as the teacher, Ms. Yomagida, entered the classroom. She wore a lab coat, slacks, flat, but dressy shoes, and a messy, disheveled bun in her hair with chopsticks and brown rectangular glasses just atop her big nose.

 

“Good afternoon class! You may sit down,” She greeted, as she did every day.

 

The class greeted her altogether, as they usually did, and bowed before they sat in their seats. Miroku took this time to tell the teacher that he was new, since she had not started class quite yet. Once everything was sorted out, all of the rest of the class got out their notebooks for that class.

 

“Today, we are starting a new Lab so I need you to get with your lab partners,” She informed.

 

Sango immediately raised her hand and mentioned to the teacher that her lab partner, Kagura, was absent yet again from class. `Probably ditching' thought Sango, but she was glad of it today, seeing as she knew who her replacement would be.

 

“Well, I guess you will be escorting our new student today then,” She told Sango. Now addressing the rest of the class, she gave directions: “Today's lab requires different chemicals so use goggles and gloves at all times and Be Careful!” emphasizing the last words.

 

Once everyone was all set up at each of their lab tables, the talking, note taking, and chemical mixing began. The teacher ran through each step with the students so no one could accidentally mix unstable chemicals. By the end, most students turned out pretty close to what it was supposed to be: Dihydrogen Monoxide, most commonly known as water.

 

“Now class, your grades will be determined on how close your substance relates to water. That will be judged on how it looks, smells, and its chemical composition, of course,” Ms. Yomagida reminded.

 

Kagome and her lab partner groaned at this last part. Her partner was a handsome, young boy who had long, white hair and dog-ears on his head. He was one of the few demons they had in their school, well, half demons. His name was Inuyasha. Kagome had had a crush on him ever since the sixth grade, which was six years. They both were, unfortunately, terrible at Chemistry. Their substance was a greenish color and looked nothing clear at all. At least other students' substance was transparent. The only people who managed to get the substance to be crystal clear were Sango and Miroku.

 

As Ms. Yomagida was trying to figure out what exactly went wrong with Kagome and Inuyasha's last attempts at passing, Miroku turned to Sango half chuckling and said: “It looks like Kagome and Inuyasha don't have much `Chemistry' together.”

 

Sango laughed only a little at his pun attempts and responded: “I don't know, I think Kagome would like to think otherwise,” smirking at his hidden message.

 

“Well, at least we have good `Chemistry', huh?” Miroku replied, pointing and looking towards his and Sango's work of art.

 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” She agreed, wondering if he intended any message other than the obvious.

 

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After class, and basically after school, (since there were three classes a day, each two hours long, including lunch) Sango waited for Kagome to come out. Miroku decided to wait as well, since he had also made friends with Inuyasha sometime before he met Sango. Apparently Inuyasha's father worked with his father and they had met at a business party. Kagome had come out soon after with her head down and Inuyasha followed with a similar look.

 

“Kagome what's wrong?” Sango questioned, with concern in her voice.

 

Kagome looked up and sighed: “I'm not going to pass this class unless I do an extra credit project. Me and Inuyasha both have to show that we are capable of doing something together and not mess up,” Inuyasha simply mumbled “Feh.”

 

“Well, what do you have to do?” asked Sango.

 

“We have to come in after school in about two weeks and do a really big lab that incorporates most of what we've learned over the past four months. Sango I don't know if I'll be able to pass that either!” Kagome exclaimed, sounding desperate at the end.

 

“It'll be okay; don't worry so much all right? I know you've been really stressed lately and it's starting to take its toll. Just calm down, I wouldn't be your BFF if I didn't help you study and ace that test, right?” Sango assured, encouragingly and wrapped her arm around Kagome's neck in a “palsy” kind of way.

 

This seemed to ironically “take the weight off of Kagome's shoulders” as she skipped ahead and yelled back: “Thanks Sango, I just remembered I had to help my Mom back at home. See ya!”

 

She turned the corner in a rush and came back about two seconds later and grabbed Inuyasha and dragged him along with her as he shouted at her: “What the heck are you doing? I don't need to help your Mom! I don't even know her that much! Hey Kagome, what's going on?” His words trailed off as they disappeared out of sight.

 

Sango managed to catch another one of Kagome's winks as she left. After Sango and Miroku got off their confused looks, Sango put her hand to her face and wiped it as if she were mentally sighing.

 

“What was that about?” Miroku asked, looking at Sango, still confused obviously.

 

“She's just odd sometimes,” Sango explained. “Well… make that most of the time, but she's such a great friend to have, despite her unusual antics,” she clarified.

 

Miroku chuckled and started walking with Sango out of school.

 

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They had been walking for a while now in somewhat of an awkward silence.

 

“So… where do you live?” Sango finally asked.

 

“Well, right now I'm staying in a hotel with my mother and father. It's not too far away from their company,” He replied.

 

“Oh, well I know this city as well as I know the school. I mean, I've lived here all of my life and all. What's the hotel called?” she asked.

 

“It's called the Kaze no Kizu, I think,” He answered, putting his thumb and index finger on his chin and looking toward the sky.

 

“Oh really! I know where that's at. I live about four blocks from it,” She answered. `That place is pretty expensive, his parents must be raking it in' she concluded.

 

“Oh well, then this makes things easier,” He said.

 

She looked at him puzzled and then blushed when he grabbed her hand like in the hall.

 

“I was going to ask you to have dinner with me at the hotel tonight,” He proposed.

 

“Wow, I mean, I'm really flattered Miroku, but how about we make it a late afternoon coffee. That's more my style,” She compromised, not wanting to make him think she wasn't interested.

 

“Oh, well… I guess we could do that instead,” He agreed, sounding a little disappointed as he let go of her hand and put his hand at the back of his head.

 

`Great Sango! Make up an excuse or something. You made him feel bad!' she mentally yelled to herself.

 

“Well… it's just I have dinner with my family, especially since we don't get to spend time with each other a lot. But I'd be glad to go out with you,” She reassured.

 

His face brightened at her comment. `It wasn't all a lie' she told herself. Kohaku and her didn't get to see their mother and father a lot, but they didn't always eat dinner together. She wasn't ready to rush into fancy dinners and late nights just yet, especially since she barely knew this guy, except for that he was loaded. She found that moving too fast in a relationship was just asking for trouble.

 

“Great then, I'll pick you up around 4:30?” he recommended as they pulled up to her house.

 

“Yeah, sounds great,” She confirmed. She walked up the pathway to her door and said a final farewell before she entered her house: “See you soon!”

 

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She closed the door gently, so if he were still there, he wouldn't think that this was her first “date”, which it was. After that, she sighed and raced up the stairs to her room. She plopped her backpack at the side of her bed and fell stomach side down onto her bed. Her phone was conveniently located right by her face and she speed dialed Kagome's house.

 

Kagome answered, “Sango! I've been waiting for your call for like, 30 minutes!” she practically yelled.

 

“Sorry… wait, how'd you know it was me? Did you get caller ID?” Sango asked.

 

“No, I've just been guarding the phone and yelling that to every person who has called in the past 30 minutes. You wouldn't believe some peoples reactions…” Kagome muttered, drifting off into her memories.

 

Sango laughed heartily. “Kagome, you're so weird. I can't believe you! Well, actually, I can… It must be contagious!” They both laughed at that and Sango proceeded to tell Kagome everything…

 

“So Miss Prettiest in the Whole School has finally found herself a man?” Kagome finally assumed, after her many “Oh My Gosh!” and “Really?”s.

 

“I hope so,” Sango sighed. “I mean, he seems like the real deal. Whereas, all of the other guys we know are just looking for a quick fix. I guess I'll find out later. Speaking of which, can you come by and help me pick out something to wear? I'm a little nervous.”

 

“Of course! I'll be right over!” Kagome yelled.

 

“Thanks Kagome… Kagome?” The phone was silent. *ding-dong* `Wow, that was fast. I don't know who's more excited, me or her.' She thought, while getting up to get the door.

 

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A record ten minutes later, Kagome had completely emptied Sango's closet, trying to find the perfect outfit for her.

 

“Okay, it looks like you have nothing sexy in here but this…” Kagome said, holding up a tight red tube top, Gucci dress in her hands.

 

“Oh My Gosh! I thought I got rid of that!” Sango yelled, while trying to grab it from Kagome's hands.

 

“Ah, ah, ah… you soooo have to wear this,” Kagome encouraged, teasingly.

 

“Kagome, this is an afternoon coffee, not some late night club rendezvous! Gimme that!” Sango snapped, as she snatched it out of Kagome's hand and stuck it in the bottom of her underwear drawer.

 

Sighing, Sango grabbed a white, low v-neck with long sleeves and a brown Mudd skirt. She also rummaged through her shoes and pick out some brown leather boots that went to her knees.

 

“How's this?” Sango asked as she held up her creation to Kagome.

 

“Wow. That looks great! And it's so… you!” Kagome said, as if she were shocked.

 

“That's what I was looking for,” Sango explained. She had a puzzling look on her face, wondering if her friend had really been shocked. `Probably' she concluded, as she shrugged it off.

 

“I still think you should find an occasion to wear that red one, though. Actually… I was wondering… how did you become the owner of that dress?” Kagome asked.

 

“Ugh. It's a weird story, but I know those are your favorite kind to listen to,” Sango started. “You see… well… Kagome, do I have to? It's so embarrassing!”

 

“Yes! Now you have me wondering too much about it. Go on,” Kagome pressured.

 

“Fine,” Sango sighed. “It's not something I'm proud of, but a couple of months ago I was in the store on 54th street, you know, the one with all of the fancy dresses? Well anyway, I was in there with my mother of all people. She was trying on dresses for a wedding she was going to for one of her co-workers and I just decided to try on dresses for fun. Don't get me wrong. I didn't pick that dress out. It was already in the dressing room I was in, like someone left it there for the help to pick up later. Since it was already there, I decided to be spontaneous and try it on. It fit perfectly, but I knew my mom would never get it for me. So I set it down and left with my mom to go home. As we were leaving, I remembered that I left my jacket in the dressing room, so I ran back to get it in a rush. As I left the store for the second time, someone simultaneously was walking out next to me. The alarm went off and I got scared, but then the person next to me started to full on sprint out of the store. I guess they had shop lifted something and security was on them in like 5 seconds. It was rather funny to see, but I just walked to the car as if I saw nothing. When I got in my room at home, I set my jacket down and noticed something red. It was the dress! I, Sango, had actually stolen something! I was so worried about security finding out, so I haven't been to that store since.”

 

Kagome just stood there staring at her in shock, until Sango commenced to waving her hands and snapping her fingers in front of Kagome's face.

 

“Oh… sorry, I just… I can't believe you shop lifted!” Kagome yelled.

 

“Shhh! I told you I'm not proud of it! I feel so ashamed. You don't think I should have returned it do you?” Sango asked, looking desperate.

 

“Well, I guess it's too late now. But don't worry. Just look at it as a gift. Sometimes I believe that things happen for a reason. Maybe you'll find a use for it sometime,” Kagome assured.

 

“I guess I was pretty lucky. I've looked it over and it didn't even have one of those sensor tag thingies that squirt ink at you,” Sango said.

 

“Wow. That is pretty lucky,” Kagome agreed, smiling. “Oh My Gosh! It's 4:25 already! You're still not dressed! Hurry up, ya shop lifter,” Kagome said, emphasizing the last part.

 

“Don't tell anyone! Please promise me!” Sango yelled, as she ran to the bathroom to change.

 

“I'll promise only if you promise to give me full details about your date!” Kagome yelled back.

 

When Sango came back, she looked as gorgeous as ever.

 

“Sango! You look great. Let's see if Miroku can resist that,” Kagome commented.

 

“Kagome! Do I really look that good?” Sango asked, as she turned around in front of her mirror.

 

“Of course! Now hurry up so I can do your make-up,” Kagome ordered.

 

“Not too much, though. I want to look natural,” Sango clarified.

 

“I know, I know. Too much will cover up your true beauty,” Kagome said.

 

*ding dong*

 

“Oh My Gosh! He's here! I'll just have to take some with me and put some lip gloss on,” Sango cried out, trying to shove stuff in her purse.

 

“Do you really need extra pair of socks in your purse Sango?” Kagome asked, as if Sango were insane.

 

“Shut Up! You never know,” Sango yelled back, as she rushed down the stairs. “Don't leave my house until after I leave,” Sango reminded her, as she reached the door.

 

Kagome ducked behind Sango's bedroom door and peeked out of the crack she left open. She wanted to see Miroku's reaction to her semi-creation. Although Sango had picked out everything she had on.

 

“Wow, Sango. You look gorgeous!” Miroku said, stunned.

 

“Oh stop you,” Sango said, obviously flattered, as she got a nice pink blush over her face and waved her hand at Miroku like a girly-girl.

 

“Shall we go then?” Miroku asked, as he put out his arm for her to grab.

 

“Yeah. I know this great coffee place on Sunset Blvd. It's not too far away from our school,” Sango answered, taking his arm.

 

Miroku was wearing nice black pants with a blue dress shirt. Sango thought that it matched his eyes almost perfectly. `Although his eyes are much more mesmerizing' she corrected herself, as she stared into them. They seemed to suck her into another world and hold on. They captivated her.

 

His car was a black convertible mustang, year 1967.

 

“Wow! Your car is awesome! When did you get it?” she asked him.

 

“It was my 16th birthday present. I requested the specific year because my grandfather had one just like it when he was young. My father was lucky to find it in good condition too,” He replied.

 

He opened the door for her like a gentleman and proceeded to their destination. `The car always gets `em' he thought to himself, as he inwardly smirked and started the car.

 

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The car pulled up to a happinin' little coffee shop with lot's of lights coming from inside.

 

“What's going on in there?” Sango asked, intending it to be rhetorical.

 

“I guess we'll find out soon enough,” Miroku answered, as he gave Sango his arm and walked inside with her.

 

Inside were a lot of people and a Latino band playing songs by Juanes. The current one was `La camisa negra' from his newest CD: Mi sangre. The lights were flashing red, blue, green, and orange, and almost everyone in the coffee house was dancing, some were sitting, but not even they could resist the catchy music and were either tapping their feet or moving in some sort of way.

 

“You're right! This place is awesome!” Miroku exclaimed, as he took Sango's hand and led her to the dance floor.

 

She was reluctant at first, seeing as this coffee shop was usually very quiet. She caught a glimpse of a sign that said every Thursday was dance night. What luck. `This must be one of their publicity attempts' she thought.

 

She soon got lost in Miroku's moves, seeing that he was a fabulous salsa dancer.

 

“Where'd you learn your moves Romeo?” she asked him, hinting that she was playing with him.

 

“I guess I picked it up somewhere. I travel a lot with my family. I've never really stayed in one place long enough to call it home though,” He responded.

 

“I know that kind of life can be hard. My parents travel a lot but I insist that I stay home with my little brother every time they leave. Unfortunately though, I miss out on all of the different cultures,” Sango replied.

 

“Lucky for you, you met me,” Miroku said, as he captured Sango with his eyes once again.

 

“Yeah, lucky me,” She barely breathed out as their faces got closer in the heat of the music. Their eyelids half closed as they got closer together.

 

The band stopped playing and the crowd cheered. This brought both of them out of their daze and Sango regained her composure and blushed deeply, cheering for the band.

 

“Why don't we order something and sit down for a while?” Sango suggested, trying to think about what she had almost done. Miroku sat down as well, trying to think about what he had missed out on.

 

“So do you like anything else besides Latin music?” Sango asked him, now going into her “gaining information” mode.

 

“Yeah, I pretty much like everything, but Latin music is so romantic. The language is very much about love and sounds so soothing to dance to. I guess my dancing just flows when I hear it,” He answered, honestly.

 

`Oh my gosh. Why are his words making my heart beat faster?' Sango thought to herself.

 

`Man, I love it when girls fall for the romance thing' He thought to himself.

 

“Well, do you know how to speak any other languages?” she asked, preventing any drool from coming out of her mouth.

 

“I only know a little bit of Spanish, Italian, French, Chinese, and Mandarin. It's hard to get all of what they're saying when they sing so fast, but I get what the song is about. Like I said, the language, especially what they sing, is about long lost or romantic love,” He answered.

 

“Wow. It seems that you've traveled almost all over the world. You're originally from Osaka though, right?” Sango questioned, apparently not as captured by his romantic hints as the first time.

 

“Yeah, I was born and lived there for most of my life. Until about 11 years ago. Then my father's stocks in his law firm chains rose dramatically and we started traveling all over the place,” Miroku replied. He seemed a little disappointed in his last comment. Sango figured he probably didn't like his new change in lifestyle then.

 

“Well, are you going to take over your father's business when you're older? Or do you want to do something else?” she asked.

 

“Unfortunately, I have no say in the matter. I'm almost fully prepared to take over the business, or so my father says. After high school I'm going straight to the original office in Osaka and will become one of my father's top employees. Then when he dies, I'll take over,” Miroku responded.

 

“I'm sorry about that. I mean, you should be free to do what you wish to. That's so unfair,” Sango sympathized, now getting angry with his father, whom she didn't even know.

 

“What about you Sango? Do you want to be a lawyer like your parents?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, unlike your situation, I actually want to do what my parents do, but I don't have a business to inherit… My parents are a little against it though. They think I should explore my options. They think that I want to be a lawyer because it's all I've been around in my life. They're probably right to some extent, but I just want to be secure in whatever I do, and be successful,” She explained.

 

“There are other ways of being successful, Sango. I think you should see what else is out there too. I'm sure whatever you do, you'll succeed,” Miroku reassured, as he put his hand over hers.

 

“Thanks, you're sweet,” Sango said smiling at him.

 

“That is why I make this crucial suggestion to you…” Miroku started, his face looking very serious.

 

“Yes?” she asked, looking to his face for answers.

 

He took her other hand and clasped them together within his own bigger hands. He looked deeply into her eyes and said: “Please bear my children.”

 

Stunned at first, Sango didn't know what to say.

 

“You're not serious are you?” she asked, half laughing at his obvious joke.

 

“Yes I am, Sango. It is essential for me to produce an heir so he can take on the difficult task of business set upon my family,” He answered, never breaking eye contact.

 

`Oh my god. He is serious' thought Sango. “You have plenty of time for that though,” She assured, trying to free her hands from his.

 

“The sooner the better, right love?” he said, finally smiling. This smile looked very devious though, and rather… lecherous.

 

Finally freeing her hands, Sango looked at him in shock and yelled: “I can't believer you! You tricked me! How could I think that you could be any different from the rest of them? I'm such a fool,” She finished with a sigh and started gathering up her things.

 

“Sango wait!” Miroku yelled after her, she was now leaving the coffee shop. “At least let me drive you home,” He gasped out, as he caught up to her.

 

“Fine,” Sango gave in, reluctantly. “But no funny stuff or you'll get it. I just don't want to walk home when it is so late.”

 

`Great Miroku, you almost ruined that one' he thought to himself as he hurried to the car as well.

 

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He pulled up to her house, for the second time tonight. They had sat in awkward silence all the way home. He drove, and she sat there with her arms crossed the entire time.

 

“Well, I guess this is it,” Miroku said, finally breaking the silence.

 

“Yeah, you're right. This is it,” Sango snapped, with a very angry tone. “And don't even apologize, because I know you don't mean it.”

 

She then leaned over to the back seat of his car to get her sweater and purse. Unfortunately, this gave Miroku a prime moment to stroke the beautiful behind he had been staring at the whole time. Sango stiffened, and within seconds she had pulled herself back to the front seat and slapped Miroku harder than she had ever slapped any guy before.

 

“You never give up do you? That just ended your chances of being forgiven. I can't believe you, you pig! Actually, I can. It's pathetic how the male race is so idiotic. I pity the woman who falls for your act. I can't believe I actually thought you were better than this,” She said.

 

She stared at his face for a long time as he rubbed his cheek.

 

`You screwed it up now Miroku' he thought.

 

She couldn't even stop the tears forming in her eyes, so she turned to the car door and roughly got out of the car.

 

“I guess you're lucky though,” She said as she stood outside of the car, door still open. “I mean, you didn't even deserve tonight. Too bad I can't take it back. I regret ever seeing you,” She finished.

 

The door to the car slammed. Footsteps could be heard in the cold, silent night as she ran to her house door and opened it in a rush. The tears had already fallen and she felt like a mess. She slammed her house door and turned her back to the door and slid to the bottom of the door. She heard a car speed off outside and let the sobs loose into her quiet, empty house.

 

`Who was I kidding?' she thought. `Things Never Change.'

 

Disclaimers: I don't own Inuyasha, Mudd jeans, Juanes or his song: La camisa negra, or Ford Mustang cars (although that specific year is dedicated to my Mother's red mustang- which someday might be mine *crosses fingers*).

See ya in Chapter 2: `Back with a Vengeance'.