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Chapter Nine: Confessing Said Feelings

A soon as Sango realized this she started toward Kagome's house. She was so happy she wasn't expecting the cold behaviour her freidnw ould put forward.

Sango bounded up the stairs and leaned against the door, pressing the door bell. She was smiling the whole time. When Kagome opened the door and as soon as she saw who it was, her face turned sour. "What do you want?"

Sango was so surprised at Kagome's cold behaviour that she took a full step back. "I-I apologize," was all she could think of to say. She slapped herself mentally when Kagome gave her a look that clearly said she did not believe so.

"How do I know you're not just saying that," she asked, stepping back into her house a bit and pulling on the door. Sango stuck her foot in between the door and opening. "You don't," she answered, quite simply, and took a step forward. If one had just happened upon the scene you'd think that Sango was challenging Kagome. "I came here to settle things, once and for all," she explained, staring at Kagome with a determined expression on her face.

"Inu Yasha was -is- important to me. But did you understand? No, you didn't!" she replied, angry that Sango was trying to fix things that could not be fixed. Sango probably thought that it wasn't important, she probably thought they could easily skimm by this with no problems, just like every other thing they ever fought about. They couldn't this time because it was important, too important.

Sango gave her a look that clearly said she was in pain. The only emotion present on her face was greif. Though she was feeling incredibally frustrated, too. She threw her hands up in a pleading gesture. "I swear to God, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, please forgive me," she pleaded, it was an odd site. Kagome and Sango never fought and if some one apologized, it was Kagome, never Sango.

Kagome stared at her. She wasn't so sure, she had already decided she would not let this go by without one decent heart filled talk. "Please Kagome," she cried, trying to be pateint. She wasn't succeding. "I really need to talk to you...it's very important," she said, emphasizing the word 'very.'

Kagome was curious. No doubt about that. She even raised an eyebrow at her. "What's this 'bout?" she asked, arching both of her eyebrows. Sango was staring at the ground now. Her cheeks slowly turned from a rosy pink to a dark crimson. Kagome waited one second. "Fine then, if you don't wanna then..." she trailed off, staring hard at Sango. Sango looked up with alarmed eyes. "...Mirokou..."

Five minutes later Kagome and Sango sat in the Higurashi residence living room. Sango chatted with Mrs. Higurashi from the kitchen as she made the girls tea. Which was really not neccesary, Mrs. Higurashi insisted. Kagome found it annoying while Sango was gratefull. More time meant more time to find out how she was going to say what she needed too.

Another five minutes and Mrs. Higurashi had finally sat the tray of tea down in front of the girls and had tooken off up the stairs, and right out a of hearing range. The girls sat in silent for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. Kagome was the one who broke the silence.

"Mirokou"

Sango sucked in a deep breath and then stared right at Kagome, never breaking eye contact or blinking. She had to decided to be blunt as possible. "I like him."

Kagome just stared at her. "You like our pervy friend, ey?" she asked, sarcasm obviously showing. Sango blushed crimson and looked away. "Are you in love with Inu Yasha?"

This was the talk Kagome had been waiting for. She'd been thinking of things to say ever since they first argued. All of a sudden all the sharp comments and smart sounding explanations went flying out of her head. She stared at Sango. "Yes, I do," she finally said. She rubbed her chin in a thoughtfull manner. "Why do you ask," she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How did you know you were in love," she asked, cutting off the last question, there was no reason to answer that one. "I first knew it when he hugged me. After that, I could never stop thinking about him.." Kagome trailed off, a dreamy look covering her face. "I've decided that me and Mirokou can be a decent couple," Sango said, letting out a big and eep breath.

"Wait, why is this so sudden?"

"Mirokou kissed me the day we had a fight," she paused to see Kagome's reaction, her eyes were wide, "I went to his house, not knowing where else to go. He comforted me and we suddenly found ourselves leaning in..." she blushed, not willing to go on. It was private, between her and Mirokou.

Kagome squeled. "Does that mean you forgive me," she asked, staring at Kagome. All Kagome did was squel louder...

Sango grinned happily as she walked down her street, hands tucked into her pockets. She smiled a broad smile as she remembered bits and peices of their conversation. The grin on her lips vanished when she turned onto her block. She stared at Mirokou's house all the way down the street. She walked slowly, trying to avoid the inevitable. She would have to see him.

Memories consume like opening the wound, I'm picking me apart again...

You all assume, I'm safe here in my room, unless I try to start again...

I don't want to be the one the battles always choose,

'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused.

Inside his house, Mirokou stared at his TV blankly. He was wringing his school jacket in his hands. He bit his lip and tried to pay attention to the TV. It was a basketball game. He should have been paying attention, it would have helped him when he went back to school. He was on the basketball team, afterall. Suddenly, he threw his jacket at the TV and a cup that had been sitting on the top of the TV crashed down and shattered.

I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream...

I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean...

I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright,

So I'm breaking the habit,

I'm breaking the habit...

Tonight...

Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door, I try to catch my breath again...

I hurt much more, than any time before, I have no options left again...

Mirokou swore and ran his hands through his hair. He stopped, realizing he was on the brink of tears. He swore at himself again. Why was he so shook up? Sure, he had been thinking about his probl;em with Sango a lot lately, but why was he crying now? What the hell was he suppose to do. He glared at the broken glass on the ground before walking over to it and picking it up, peice by peice.

I don't want to be the one the battles always choose,

'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused.

I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream...

I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean...

I don't know how I got this way, I'll never be alright,

So I'm breaking the habit,

I'm breaking the habit...

Tonight...

Sango fond herself in front of Mirokou's house, hand readily posed to knock on the door. She starred at it for the longest of time. She was just staring. She had to act, she had decided that. But she had not said when, had she? She was thinking, 'maybe I should just try tomorrow, he's probably not awake now.' Or so she thought, she knew, however, that he was awake. She also knew that he was probably getting ready to go over to Inu Yasha's. She didn't know what to do, all of a sudden. She was startled when Mirokou's uncle, Moushin, opened the door. He looked at her for a minute before pointing a thumb over his back. "He's out in the back."

I'll paint it on the walls,

'Cause I'm the one at fault...

I'll never fight again,

And this is how it ends...

Mirokou had decided he'd skip his visit with Inu Yasha. It was better to fix it by himself. He didn't have long until school started again. He was sitting out behind his house in a swing that he use to play on. He hadn't been outside in his backyward for a long, long time. He was wearing his school jacket now, and was making sure the glass hadn't ripped anything.

He was thinking while he did this, and stared at the jacket intently. He started thinking of Sango. She was such a pretty girl, he couldn't stand it when she was mad at him. He was starting to think he loved her, that was the only explination. He had never hurt so much from a rejection. It had been like a slap in the face, or a punch in the gutt. He was okay with it, though, now. The thing that was bugging him was the love problem. He had no idea what he would do if she didn't feel the same way about him. He had thought he was in love for a long time, even before Inu Yasha and Kagome had been dating. He thought maybe just their relationship and the news of it had told he was, in fact, in love. It was just a realization that had dawned on him. He sighed and stopped fiddling with his jacket.

I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream...

But now I have some clarity to show you what I mean...

I don't know how I got this way, I'll never be alright...

So I'm breaking the habit,

I'm breaking the habit,

I'm breaking the habit...

Tonight...

He was startled when he heard the back door slam shut. His head snapped up. He sat there, staring at her. Sango was just standing there, huddled in her jacket. She was staring at the ground. He had a feeling she wouldn't want to look up and find him staring at her so he went back to his jacket. He scooted over on the swing, just slightly. Sango took a few steps forward and he dropped his jacket, and stared at her shoes. She was getting closer.

She was standing right in front of him as he looked up. She was staring at him. He stared back at her. They were both trying to read the emotions in the others' eyes. It was mind-boggling. That was when she fell into his arms, tears spilling down her cheeks. He rubbed her back as she sat in his lap. "I'm so sorry, Mirokou..." she breathed, just barely a whisper, he had to strain himself to hear her. He held her in his arms, crushing her to his chest. "Sango, you don't have to be sorry. It was all me, if it wasn't for.." he got cutt off. She pressed her lips to his and he shut up. They pulled apart and she leaned back to look in his eyes. "I think I love you." He ruffled her hair. "You think?" he chuckled as she turned red. "I do love you," she stammered, still staring at him. He pressed her to his chest again, and whispered in her ear. "I love you."

-;;; So corny... O WELL... That's the end. Wahoo...

DISCLAIMER

I don't own Inu yasha or any of the characters mentioned in it. I don't own The song breaking the habit either.