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Ok, so, this is The Trouble with Eggs. It's rated T, just so you know. Um...yeah, really not much else to say. Tell me what you think?

Summery: AU/ Eggs shouldn’t be projects. They should just be eaten… That was the trouble with eggs. They make you do things that you just don’t want to.

Genre: Romance/ Humor

Rating: T

Pairing: Sango x Miroku

The Trouble with Eggs

Chapter 1: The Assignment

An older woman stood at the front of a classroom, tapping her foot impatiently. The students seated before her didn’t even seem to notice her presence. They would regret this. She could guarantee they would regret this. She was their teacher; she could make do anything she wanted. The teacher smiled, and dragged her nails across the blackboard. The students cried out in pain and held their hands over their ears.

The woman smiled, almost cruelly, and said, “Good. Now that I’ve got your attention, I can tell you about your new, fun assignment.” The students groaned, and the teacher simply laughed. “Oh, you’re all so funny. You think groaning and moaning will get you out of this. It won’t, though- not out of this. You have one minute to partner up with someone of the opposite sex. And that minute starts,” she glanced at the clock, “about twenty-three seconds ago.”

There was a mad scramble towards boy-girl matches inside the room, and the teacher was tempted to take cover under her desk. By the end of the minute they had all found partners successfully. The teacher smiled and walked behind her desk to the mini-fridge most teachers kept. She pulled out a dozen eggs and sat them on their desks. “Alright, so, you’ve chosen your partner. I hope you like them, because you’re about to have a child with them. Congratulations. You’re all now official parents of egg-children.”

She quickly passed them out to the new parents, and also handed out a worksheet to go along with it. “That right in front of you is your child’s birth certificate. Name it, pick the gender, make up a birthday, and list both of your names. After that, I have more worksheets that you’ll need.

* * *

Sango Taijiya was not someone to be messed with. She walked down the nearly empty school hallway like she owned it. Everyone thought of her as a bad a**, and stayed well away from her. Well, mostly everyone; one of the few exceptions was Miroku Houshi. He thought he was god’s gift to women; people treated him like that, too.

Currently, he was walking in front of her, sipping on some alternate form of coffee from Starbucks. Sango had to restrain herself from yanking that annoying rattail of brown hair, and thrashing him against the wall. He had somehow managed to annoy her by drinking. How was that even possible?

Somehow, he’d managed to do it, though. Walking behind him made her realize just how tall he was. What was he, six feet? Well, it was something close to that. I didn’t really matter, though. Soon, she would be able to return to her own little bubble of disappointment, and drift off during class. Stupid pretty-boy.

* * *

Miroku Houshi was god’s gift to women. That’s what he thought, anyway. He just had a way with women; sometimes, he swore it was the ponytail. Then again, maybe it had something to his gray eyes; girls loved those for some reason. Not Sango, though.

The resident bad a** just did not like him, for some reason. Then again, he didn’t really care for her much either. Maybe it was because she knew she could never have him… Yeah, that was probably it.

He took another sip of his fat-free, mocha, frapachino, and sighed. If she’d take her hair out of that stupid high-ponytail every now and then, she could probably pass for decent. But no, Sango was far too busy to being pissed off at the world to care what other people thought about her. Didn’t she realize that image was everything? Stupid punk.

Miroku opened the door to the classroom, Sango not far behind. Kyu- Sensei gave the two of them a stern look, and handed the boy an egg. He gave her a questioning look. “Thanks, Kyu- sensei, but I already had breakfast.” The teacher simply gave a cruel smile.

“Ah, Sango and Miroku; my two favorite, frequently-late students. I think this is going to be fun. You see this is what you get for being late. Had you been on time, you would have been able to choose your own partners, but you weren’t. So, now you’re stuck with each other. And that,” Kyu- sensei said, pointing down at the egg in Miroku’s hand, “is the child you’ll be raising together.”

The two glanced at each other and sighed heavily. Sango shifted the weight of her messenger bag strap, and questioned, “Until when? When is it over?” She spoke of it like she was about to go off to war, with no hope of return. Miroku nodded eagerly; he wasn’t looking forward to this.

Kyu-sensei chuckled, amused at their torment. “The Harvest Moon Festival; that’s your date. If your egg gets broken, it’s an automatic F. Don’t try to replace it, either. The bottom is marked with a little stamp that I keep in my desk. Now take this and fill it out.” She handed them their birth certificate cheerily.

“But that’s a month away!” Miroku cried. Sango begrudgingly took the paper, and sulked off to her desk. Miroku finished off his drink and threw it away; he then followed after Sango. Sango pulled a pencil out of his backpack and looked over the paper.

As Miroku sat down, Sango questioned, “Would you prefer our kid to knock someone up, or get knocked up?” Miroku gave him a strange look, and she sighed heavily at his stupidity. She tried again. “Should our egg be a boy or a girl?”

Miroku rolled her eyes, and said, “Well, I would definitely rather have a boy. He could grow up to be just like me!” He grinned widely at his own statement. Sango just chuckled and shook her head in response. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad after all.

“Alright, but I get to pick the name, since you picked the sex.” Sango replied as he bubbled in the ‘male’ answer on the birth certificate. Miroku stuck out his lip in protest, but Sango gave a skeptical look. “That’s really not gonna help. I’m picking the name, whether you like it, or not.”

Miroku stuck out his tongue at her, and she laughed quietly. “Fine, just be that way. If I were you, I’d be careful. I just might divorce you, and give you full custody of little egg-head over there.” Miroku said with a small bit of contempt.

“Oh, make any more threats like that, and I just might have to make you sleep on the couch.” Sango threatened teasingly, making Miroku chuckle as well. They sat back there for a while, trading witty and semi-witty banter back and forth. Finally, Sango picked out a name. “We’ll call him Kyo Egg- Head Houshi.”

Miroku’s face turned into one of shocked sadness. “That’s just cruel. My son would not have an egg-shaped head. He would be dashing, like me.” He looked down at the egg in between his fingers. “Of course, calling him an egg-head might be a compliment, at this point.” The boy frowned sadly at the egg.

Sango laughed again, hiding her smile behind her arm. “And I’m the mean one?” She questioned, and carefully took the egg from him. Reaching into her backpack with her other arm, she retrieved a black Sharpie marker, and started drawing on the egg. After a minute, or so, she handed the egg back to her. Miroku chuckled again; Sango had drawn a little anime face on their egg.

“Alright, time to pay attention again!” Kyu-sensei yelled. Silence fell over the room, and heads turned towards her. “Good. Now, for starters, you’ll need to buy a disposable camera. Why will you need this camera, you ask? Well, you see, a child needs to be nurtured, and cared for. That means quality, family time. From this point on, your partner will constantly be by your side, along with your egg. You’ll be required to have a family photo taken every day; that’s twenty-five pictures. The last five days will be a bit different…

“During those five days, you’ll make a scrapbook. Each page of your scrapbook will include a few sentences about the picture, and what your family did that day. For extra credit, you can find a video camera and film what a holiday would be like. Keep in mind; this project is a large part of your grade. Now, take the rest of the time to discuss with your partner.”

“So, do you think you could take the egg home this weekend?” Miroku said with a charming smile. Sango rolled her hazel eyes. Fun-time was over, and she had a feeling pretty boy was about to come back with a vengeance.

“First, we can do the picture thing, and go get lunch, or something. But after that, could you take it home? I swear, I’ll take it next weekend, but I’ve got a date tonight. An egg kinda cramps my style.”
Sango slouched back in her seat, and stored her things in her backpack. “Whatever. I’ll just put it in the fridge at work. It’s no problem.” She picked up the egg with a heavy sigh.

“Ah, Sango, you’re truly wonderful.” Miroku said, with a smile of gratitude, not noticing the change in Sango’s mood. “I’ll meet you at Yoko’s Sushi at two, ok?” With that said, Miroku stood up, and meandered over to his group of jock friends; they were all on the baseball team.

“Dude, that sucks! You got stuck with the school b***h.” One of his friends commented loudly, giving Miroku a sympathetic look.

“She’s really not that bad.” Miroku murmured, throwing Sango a look of sorrow. She could hear them. They were all being asses. Sango never did anything to them. He plastered on a plastic smile, and added, “But I guess this what I get for being late.”

Another friend gave him a skeptical look, “Miroku, no one deserves that kind of punishment. Her only friend is the anger management kid. What does that tell you?”

‘What an a**. Inuyasha isn’t that bad. I mean, yeah, he has a temper, but so does everybody. He just expresses it more than others…’ Sango thought to herself, defending her friend, in her head. Stupid pretty-boy; he thinks he can do whatever he wants. He’s just as fake as every other jock in this school.

She really should have known better than to start trusting the jerk. Really, it was her own fault for thinking that anyone, besides Inuyasha, would actually like her as a person.

Sighing heavily, Sango tapped her foot against the floor, waiting for the lunch bell to ring. Her stomach was starting to rumble.

* * *

“You’re seriously canceling on me?” Miroku demanded incredulously. “Isn’t this just rich? You’ve been after me all year to go out with me, and you’re ditching me for Kouga?” He leaned heavily against his locker, waiting for an answer.

Ayame shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry, Miroku, but I’ve liked Kouga forever. And finally, he dumped Kagome. I had to jump at the chance; otherwise, someone would beat me to it. I’m really sorry. Maybe another time, Miroku.” With that, the girl jogged down the hall towards Kouga.

Miroku tilted his head to the side, watching her a** as she walked away.
“b***h…” He muttered, slamming his locker door closed. Anger coursing through his veins, he swung his keys around his finger and went to find Kagome. If Kouga had broken up with her, she’d be a wreck. He couldn’t leave his best buddy alone in her time of need.

* * *

“Inuyasha, this sucks! I don’t wanna hang out with Miroku. He’s such a player, and I don’t like him!” Sango shouted, jumping up on the hood of a car in the schools’ garage.

“Relax, Sango. He can’t be that bad. How long’s the project, anyway?” The boy questioned, adjusting his red beanie on his head, protecting the top of his long, black hair. He also wore a pair of baggy jeans, and wife beater shirt. His over shirt was lying in a pile of grease somewhere, most likely.

Sango laid down against the cool metal of the hood as Inuyasha slid underneath the car. “A ******** month! Kyu-sensei’s a crazy b***h…” Sango ranted, slamming a fist against the hood of the red Honda CRX.

“Sango, I don’t what you problem is; don’t hit my car. I’ve killed people for less.” Inuyasha replied in a muffled voice, and slid back out from under it.
“And, yeah, Kyu-sensei’s crazy. Everyone knows that. It’s like a fact of life, or something.”

“Relax; your car’s fine. This is brutal, though. We don’t like each other, and we shouldn’t have to work together. It’s as simple as that!” The girl retorted, sliding off of the hood, and pacing along the garage.

“Maybe if you hadn’t been late-” Inuyasha started, but Sango instantly cut him off.

“Bullshit, Inuyasha. You know I had to work. I don’t make enough in tips, if I don’t work the graveyard shift… God, I’m exhausted. I didn’t even have time to shower this morning.” Sango said with a heavy sigh.

She opened the passenger door, and sat in the new leather interior. Inhaling deeply, she murmured, “I love the smell of leather…” She curled up, and quickly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

* * *

Miroku ran a hand through his dark brown hair in contemplation. He had two options at this point. Option number one: Kill Kouga, and bring Kagome his head to cheer her up. Option number two: Cheer Kagome up the usual way. As much fun as option number one sounded, option two was considerably more legal.

“Kagome…” Miroku murmured comfortingly, and added quickly, “I’ll let you do the thing.” Kagomes’ head instantly shot up, and her tears stopped flowing.

“Really? You’ll let me do it? I though you said last time was the last, though…” Despite her recent break-up, a smile was quickly tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Miroku grimaced, and sat down beside his childhood friend. “If it makes you feel better, then I’ll do it. You’re my best buddy, Kagome, and I’ll do it if you promise not to mope anymore.”

Kagome tackled the boy with a hug, and squealed in delight. “I love you, Miroku! You’re my most absolute favorite person in the world!”

“But you’ll have to wait, like, an hour. I’ve gotta go do this stupid egg thing with Sango.” Miroku said, and Kagome started to pout. He quickly added,
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there as soon as I can. And, I’ll even watch…those...movies with you… You know the ones…”

“You’re the best!” Kagome vowed, and stood up. “I guess I’ll see you at my house, then. Make sure you bring your pjs, too. Otherwise, it’s just not the same.” Miroku gave a chuckle and nodded.

“I’ll see you soon, Kagome. And you better not cry, until I get there!” Miroku said, pointing a finger at her threateningly. Kagome just giggled, and waved once more. Then, she sped off down the halls to her car.

“So…what’s ‘The Thing’? I’m also kinda curious what ‘Those’ movies are, too…” Sango questioned in a dry voice from behind him. Inuyasha chuckled beside her with a smirk.

“Sorry, that’s confidential information.” Miroku replied with a smile, adding, “Shall we go get some sushi?” Sango rolled her eyes, and turned to Inuyasha.

“I’ll see you later, Inuyasha. I’ve gotta go do the stupid egg thing.” She gave him a frown, and a small wave. Turning back to Miroku, she said, “Let’s go.” Without another word, she started off down the hall.

Miroku tilted his head to the side, watching as Sango swayed her hips in her graceful walk. A growl from Inuyasha made him instantly look back. “You better watch out, pretty boy. Sango isn’t just some piece of meat…”
Inuyasha muttered darkly, and walked away in the opposite direction.

Miroku gulped, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The guy was intense.
He sighed once more. Eggs shouldn’t be projects. They should just be eaten… That was the trouble with eggs. They make you do things that you just don’t want to.

Presenting chapter 3!

The Trouble with Eggs

Chapter 3: The Games We Play

A man in his late forties sat in a lobby chair, reading the news paper. He groaned in annoyance, and smacked his balding head; his team had lost again. As he turned the page, he noticed her. She was standing in front of him patiently, wearing a plain, white dress. She was a vision of beauty, with her hair lying flat against her back.

With a perfectly emotionless face, she murmured, “Don’t get on the flight…” That having been said, she slowly walked away.

The man stared after her, until she rounded a corner, out of his sight. He dropped his paper to the ground, and got out of his seat. Walking over to the ticket woman behind a desk, he said, “I need a later flight. I-uh- I forgot one of my bags at my house. I-I can’t get on this flight…”

Sango burst into fits of laughter, leaning heavily against the wall. Miroku was at her feet, verging on rolling around the floor. “Oh, my God! I love doing that!” Sango cried out between giggles. She pulled Miroku to his feet and gave him a small smile. "Now let's take this damn picture, so I can get some damn sleep."

With a shake of his head, Miroku pulled the disposalable camera out of his pocket, and held Kyo up beside his head. "Lean closer and smile." He instructed. The boy plastered on a cheesy smile as he aimed the camera towards both of their faces.

Seeing his fake grin, Sango murmured, "Don't get on the flight, Miroku." They broke out into giggles again. She removed the camera from his grasp, and snapped the picture of them laughing. Sango threw him a grin, and said, "Let's get going." Miroku nodded once, and handed Kyo over to her. Sango tossed the camera back to him, and he caught it with ease.

Her eyes suddenly widened as she saw the man from earlier round the corner, and a gasp tore from her throat. Miroku looked back, and saw the man; he pushed Sango up against the wall, covering her body with his own. Mirokus' forehead leaned against hers, his hot breath hitting her cheek. Sango turned her face away from the man, adreaniline pumping through her veins. Her fear of being caught at this little act overrode her usual shyness.

The man continued down the hall at a hurried pace, only glancing at the pair. When he rounded a corner, they both sighed in relief; Miroku made no move to release her. A blush soon overcame Sangos' cheeks, and the boy chuckled; he brought up a hand to cup her cheek.

Sango quickly pushed him away, and stood in the middle of the hall. "We should get going, before he comes back." She gave him an expectant look, and he sighed heavily. Miroku nodded, and started off towards the exit; Sango followed two steps behind him the whole way.

The ride back to her apartment complex was silent, with the exception of the radio; no one sang along, though. Sango shifted in her seat, clutching their egg in her hand. Miroku glanced at her for what seemed like the twentieth time, and she refused to meet his gaze. An obnoxious ring from his pants pocket nearly sent them both out of their skin.

Miroku turned down the radio, and pulled the cell phone out of his pocket. "Hello...? Oh, hey. What's up...? Yeah, I'm out doing that egg project right now, but I should be done soon... Sure, sounds like fun. What time do you want me to pick you up...? Ok, I'll see you then... Love you, too. See ya then..." He quickly snapped his phone shut, and put it back in his pocket.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Sango questioned softly, pulling at the hem of her dress. Uncomfortable would be a major understate at this point. Miroku shot her another glance, a smirk pulling at his mouth.

"Why? You getting jealous, or something?" He suggested, and continued before she could get defensive, "Nah, it was just my buddy, Kagome. She just wanted to know if I wanted to hang out later. We're gonna sneak into this bar, and have some fun... You, uh, wouldn't be interested in tagging along, would you...?" Miroku felt his own face start to flush, and nearly slapped himself for doing so; he did not blush.

Sango quickly shook her head. "I've got work tonight. I really don't have time to hang out... But if I wasn't working, I'd think about it." She gave him a small smile, and he returned the favor with a large grin. He then pulled the car alongside the curb, and Sango added, "I'll see you later, ok?"

"Bye, Sango." He said simply, and she shut the door behind her as she got out. Miroku pulled back into traffic, and sped away, leaving Sango standing on the sidewalk, by herself.

She quietly hummed to herself as she walked up to the front door of her apartment building. Upon entering the lobby, she waved to the man at the front desk, and walked over to the elevater. Sango waited patiently for the elevater to arrive, and stepped inside when it did; she pressed the 'five' button. When the elevater arrived at the fifth floor, she stepped out, and walked down the hall, stopping in front of a blue door; the tag read '5-F'.

Sango pulled out her house key from one of the dress's pockets, and slid it into the key hole. A simple twist, and the lock popped open; Sango removed her key, and pushed open the door. She closed the door behind her, and locked it, as well.

She ran a hand through her hair, and went straight down the hall, to the first door on the left; her bedroom. Sango looked at her black-sheeted bed with a smile, and went to close the window curtains. With that done, she kicked off her shoes, and collasped on the bed. She pulled the mussed covers over her form, and let her eyes slide closed in much-needed sleep.

"-Life's a dance, you learn as you go.

Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.

Don't worry 'bout what you don't know.

Life's a dance you learn as you go!"

Sango grumbled as her alarm clock sounded in the form of a radio. Eleven had come so quickly... She quickly turned off the cursed-alarm clock, and shoved the covers off. With a roll, she was on her feet in a wavering stance. Sango stumbled out of her room, and across the hall to the bathroom. About twenty minutes later, she crossed the hall once to her room, dripping wet from her shower.

She changed into a pair of tight jeans, and a sleeveless, white button-up shirt. After buttoning two of the top buttons, she tied the lower half of her shirt; a good section of her well-toned stomach showed. Sango then reached far back into her closet, and pulled out a pair of black cow-girl boots. After pulling on the boots, she grabbed her cow-girl from on top of her desk, and placed it on her head. With a quick check in the mirror, she nodded, and walked out to the elevater.

Sango took the elevater to an underground parking garage, and walked along the rows of cars, until she arrived in front of a 1998 Dodge Ram. She smiled, and patted her beloved truck. The girl quickly got in the car, and reversed out of the parking spot. Shifting into drive, she took off out of the parking lot.

It wasn't long before she arrived in front of a large bar; the neon sign read 'The Honky Tonk'. As she parked, she noticed a familiar black Lexis a few spaces away. "Oh, god, don't let it be him..." She murmured to herself as she got out of her truck. After locking it behind her, she walked up to the front door, giving a small nod to the bouncer as she did.

Sango quickly made her way around the dance floor and to the bar. She hopped her butt on the counter, and slid her legs around, landing on the oppisite side. Grabbing a free apron from her waist, she quickly tied it securely around her.

"Sango! There you are! We're packed tonight, so get on it." Her boss, and godfather, Hiten, called. Her father and Hiten had owned the bar together, until awhile ago; now Hiten called all the shots. Sango gave the older man a quick nod, and turned to her first customers.

Everything was going fine, for the first few minutes. She'd already made a good twenty bucks in tips. Then, she saw him making his way through the crowd. She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes, hoping he wouldn't recognize her.

"Sango?" He called. Damn... so much for that idea. She turned to him with a large smile and replied, "Don't say a thing, and I won't tell my boss you're under-aged. Now, what can I get for you?" Miroku gave her a stupified look, but his friend, she got the message.

"One beer, light." She requested, sliding the propper amount of cash over the counter, along with a generous tip. She gave Sango a smile, Sango returned the favor.

Sango grabbed a glass mug, and filled it up with the alcoholic beverage; she slid it across the counter to Kagome. The other girl made an attempt to pull Miroku away from the bar, but he was just staring at Sango. Sango rolled her eyes, and leaned against her elbows. "Look, I've got work to do, Miroku, so go back to having fun, ok? Make sure you have enough for both of us." Sango said, giving him a smile.

Miroku turned away from the counter without saying a word, and walked back to the table he was sharing with Kagome. Sango stared after him with a dreamy expression on her face. "Who was that? Someone you know?" Sango turned to look at her co-worker, Kagura, and shook her head.

"Just another guy trying to flirt with me." Sango replied cheerily, and turned to her customers. No way was she willing to confess anything to Kagura; the older girl would definately rat on Miroku and Kagome to Hiten.

About an hour later, Inuyasha strode up, a smirk on his face. "Man, I'm glad the bouncer likes you. If not, I'd never get in here." Inuyasha said, pulling up a bar stool in front of Sango. She snorted in laughter, and shook her head.

"You want a soda?" She questioned, already turning to get him one; he came in here all the time. Usually, it was after his dad kicked him out. "Same problem as always? I can play the bartender part, if you'd like. You can weep over your beverage as you pore out your heart and soul. Come on, it'll be great!" Sango urged, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder.

He just shook his head with a smirk, and looked around; it was finally starting to slow down a little bit. This was just about the time everyone started throwing up, and drunkenly heading home. "No, thanks, Sango. And have you ever seen me cry? Ever?" Inuyasha demanded, giving her a skeptical look.

Sango shrugged her shoulders, as if she couldn't remember. In truth, she remember it vividly. Of course, she'd never tell anybody about it; it was one of those secrets that always stayed between friends. "Good point." She glanced around, and saw that they were, as always, over-staffed. Spotting Hiten, she called out, "Hiten, I'm gonna hit the dance floor, since it's slow. I won't be long." After seeing the man nod in reply, she once more slid her butt across the counter to land in front of Inuyasha.

"Come on, I really wanna dance." Sango said, pulling Inuyasha by the hand towards the dance floor.

"Sango! Come on, don't make me. Ya know that I hate Country." Inuyasha whined as Sango dragged him along behind her. She turned around to face him with a pout, sticking out her bottom lip in a quiver. He turned away from her face, and smacked a hand over his eyes. "Nope, I'm not even gonna look at the face."

"I'll dance with you, Sango." Sango turned around to see Miroku standing there with a smile. A grin overcomes her features as well, and she drops Inuyashas' hand to take Mirokus'. She leads the way to the dance floor, and Miroku throws a smirk over his shoulder at Inuyasha. Inuyasha merely stuck up his middle finger in response. Miroku replied, "When, and where, Inuyasha?"

Sango glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Ya know, I don't think I'm even going to ask..." She said, and placed one hand on his shoulder; the other hand laced through his. Mirokus' other hand found its' way to her hip as a new song began playing.

If ya comin' with me, ya need nerves of steel.

'Cause I take corners on two wheels.

Well, it's a never-ending circus ride.

Faint of heart need not apply.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Destiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

Left-left, right. Together, Miroku and Sango spun around the dance floor in the simple two-stepping pattern. A laugh emerged from Sango as he spun her around under his arm, and brought her back to their original position. He grinned in return, thouroughly enjoying himself.

Sweet heart, before this night is threw.

I could fall in love with you.

Come dancin' on the edge with me.

Let my passion set you free.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Destiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

Miroku spun her away, and back in again, wrapping her up in her own arms against his chest. He smiled down at her, and spun her back out. When she twirled back in, they were restored to hand-holding position. It was Mirokus' turn to chuckle as he heard Sango softly singing along to the song.

Here in the fire light, I see your tattoo.

Mi vida loco

So you're crazy, too.

Mi vida loca

Over and over.

Denstiny turns on a dime.

I know where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose.

Welcome to my crazy life.

We'll go where the wind blows

And I'll be your wild rose!

Welcome to my crazy life!

As the song came to an end, Miroku dipped Sango down, his lips hovering dangerously over hers. He found himself leaning in and as she slid her eyes closed, Miroku realized what he was doing. Quickly, he righted her on her feet, and stepped away. "I'm impressed. Then again, I'm used to two-stepping with Kagome, who isn't named 'Grace' for a reason." Miroku said to fill the silence.

Sango chuckled, though the laughter didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're not so bad yourself. Well, I, uh, I better get back to work. Don't want my boss hounding after me." She turned to go, but Miroku caught her by the wrist.

"Wait, I almost forgot. We've gotta do the egg-thing tomorrow. Why don't we do it at your house? I could stop by around two, or something." Miroku suggested, releasing her wrist when she turned back to look at him.

She nodded her head. "Yeah, that'll be fine. I'll make you food, if you want." Sango offered, tilting her head to the side, "I don't work the double shift tonight, so I should be fine."

"Food would be great. I'll even bring you Starbucks to show my appreaciation. I'll see you tomorrow, then." Miroku answered, and waved good-bye as he walked back to Kagome, who was sitting at a table; she looked completely trashed. Sango watched as he led his friend out the front door.

"You looked like you were having fun..." Inuyasha commented as he walked up to her. Sango shot him an annoyed look, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, if hadn't complained when I was trying to get you to dance with me, he wouldn't have had to. Now, drop it, ok? Why don't you head back to my place and get some sleep? I'll be home later." Sango said, and pulled out her house key from her pocket. She dropped it into his hand, gave Inuyasha a small smile, and returned to the bar to work.