(A/N: heh...heh...so I HAVEN'T fallen off the face of the Earth AFTER all!! Um, funny story about not updating in a reeeaaaallllllyyyyy long time -is too scared to find out how long it's actually been- but it's the end of the summer and my family insisted that we do everything at the end of my vacation. Plus I've been experiencing some major writer's block...–.–;; but anyway, if any of you know the band All Time Low then props to you!! If you don't...well then go look them up!! Seriously foo!! Alright, this technically is and is not a song fic. First off, yes, it's based off the song Remembering Sunday but it doesn't contain the lyrics. Okay never mind, it does, but I incorporated them into the writing so it LOOKS as if it doesn't have any. And if you know the song extremely well, then they should be easy enough to spot. But, enough of my blabberings, ONWARD!!)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, I'm merely taking them out for a walk around the block. I promise I'll have them back by sundown!

Remembering Sunday

Misunderstandings

No. This can't be happening!

The man stumbled through his apartment, probably too drunk to realize that he could turn on the lights. It was nearing two o'clock in the morning, he had woken up because he had that dream again. He had dreamt of her. It was the same thing every time, they'd be standing in front of each other, and she was talking to him, but he couldn't hear it. He supposed that he was too intent on thinking of what he was going to do; asking her to marry him. But then, he was distracted as the tears fell down he cheeks. She then turned and walked away, but before she did, he heard her say one last thing; "Goodbye." She was leaving him, and he tried to run after her, but she disappeared, just before he woke up. It was always the same, he would wake up and feel this crushing claw-like grip on his heart, almost drowning himself in his agony.

Feeling like he had this heavy weight on his chest, the man pulled in his shoes. He had two different pairs on, but he didn't care. He flung the door open and stepped outside, regardless of how nosy he was, he made his way over to the stairway. Which was probably not the best idea, seeing how drunk he was, but fortunately he ended up on the bottom floor with little to no mishaps. He opened up the door to the outside, and he was met with the cold September air, but he couldn't feel it. Whether it was the alcohol or the overwhelming pain that made him numb, he couldn't tell.

He started walking, walking to who knows where, he just let his feet take him away. When he finally looked up, he found that he was at the park. It was peaceful here, whether it be two in the morning or three in the afternoon. He leaned into the soft breeze that was blowing, let it brush away the bangs from his face. The past few days were a blur, but one day stood crystal clear in his memory.

"Sango..." he mumbled.

Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees. They had breakfast together, in his apartment. He had finally convinced her to come stay overnight, not to have sex, but just to act like little kids and have a sleep over.

..:Flash Back:..

"C'mon Sango! It'll be fun! I promise I won't touch you the entire night!" he tried to persuade. She was wary of him, but who wouldn't, considering his wandering hand.

"Alright, fine," she finally relented. He could be extremely stubborn sometimes. "But I swear, if you even look at me the wrong way, you will never be able to have children again," she warned. And he knew that she was dead serious, although she couldn't quite hide that mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her beautiful, mahogany colored eyes...he would often find that he would get lost in them. They were just so deep, so mysterious, they held so many secrets that he was sure that they were going to overflow with emotion. He was going to fix that. He wanted for her to open up to him, to trust him, as deeply and fully as he trusted her. It was...strange. No one else had ever made him feel this way, never before had he wanted the approval, needed to be liked and loved, just by this one person, this one woman. He felt like a little kid in first grade, wanting, needing to be acknowledged and to get a pat on the head for whatever he did for his mom or his teacher. He knew what all these feelings meant, why he longed for the slightest of hand brushes, her touch whenever she slapped him, her smile whenever he said something that wasn't perverted, just...everything about her made him want to keep her forever, for her to always be at his side.

He was head over heels in love.

They walked side-by-side to her apartment, for her to get some 'necessities,' then made their way over to his own humble abode, chatting happily along the way. He was excited, no, down right giddy about what he planned to do that night. He couldn't stop smiling, and she asked what was wrong with him, he just brushed it off as saying that he was just glad that he got to spend all night with the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She blushed, and he took that as a good sign. They finally made it to his complex, and he opened the door for her, like a gentleman. Then he led her to the elevator, the whole time going over in his head what he was going to say. Tonight was the night, he decided. It took all his willpower not to skip to his door.

"So, what do you want to eat?" he asked her.

"Hm, I don't know why, but I just feel like pigging out tonight. How about pizza?"

He smiled. "Alright then, pizza it is!" This was why he loved her so much. Not because she loved pizza almost as much as he did, but he could just be himself around her. He didn't need to be the most charming he could ever be (though he never really did stop) and he could just be laid back with her. She was just so different than the others, she didn't want to be fussed about, she didn't want to be treated like an ordinary girl, mostly because she wasn't an ordinary girl. She wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in, wasn't afraid to tell people what she thought. Yet at the same time, she was also the girl who didn't want to be alone, who didn't want to put her burdens on others, who just wanted to help people. It was strange though, she didn't believe in love. She didn't want the fairytale ending like others. She just wanted...friends. Family. But he was determined to show her that love did exist, that she could love, and be loved in return.

He ordered the pizza, and they settled down on his living room couch. He brought out two Wii controllers, and then put their favorite game in.

"Super Smash Mario Brothers Brawl, you never let me down!" she said, very excited at the prospect of beating him at brawl. She picked Kirby, he was her favorite character, lethal and adorable! Her favorite combination. He, on the other hand, always picked Ike. She once commented that he looked like the character...leading him to say that although she didn't look like Kirby, she acted like him, all the while giving her his most charming smile. They played until the pizza man came, then he paused the game just before she could swing her mallet and finish him off. She was not happy, but could live, she supposed, if it were for the pizza.

They ate at his kitchen table, and talked for what seemed like forever. Once finished, they decided that they should watch a movie, since it was already pretty late and she had work in the morning. They settled on Casablanca, an old 1942 romantic classic. She wouldn't admit it, but she believes in romance, but not love. If only he could make her see what she meant to him, maybe she would understand. But alas, that must wait until after the movie.

They turned the lights off and started the movie. About a quarter of the way through, he 'yawned' and 'stretched' his way over so that his arm was around her shoulders. She jumped slightly and looked at him, and he only gave her a smile. She sighed, but tentatively leaned against him. He responded by holding her tighter. Perfect, he thought. This is going just as planned.

The movie soon ended, and he turned it off and looked at her.

"Sango," he said quietly. When he got no answer he shifted and asked again, a little louder this time, "Sango?"

In response she mumbled something and snuggled closer. His smile fell. She's asleep. He thought about waking her up, but then decided against it. He didn't mind that he had this angel in his arms. He leaned back against the couch where the arm rest met the back, pulling her down with him so that she was practically on top of him. Propping his feet onto the coffee table, he felt himself slowly drift into sleep.

Oh well...I guess there's still morning...

..:End Flash Back:..

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt a raindrop on his head. He looked up at the black sky, even darker than usual since the moon and the stars weren't visible. More and more droplets fell, soon becoming a steady rain. The whole week had been like this, on and off rains. Sighing, he got up from his place and trudged onward, heading where he now knew was where her apartment was. He relived the rest of that fateful morning.

..:Flash Back:..

He woke up first, feeling an almost overwhelming contentment. The girl of his dreams, right here, so close and yet so far. He never wanted to get up, but he had to, if he wanted to pop the question.

"Sango, hey Sango wake up!" he said while shaking her lightly. She woke up with a start, and turned her head upwards to look at him. Her long, red-black hair was hopelessly tousled, her eyes were half opened with the essence of sleep still heavy, but to him, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"Huh? What?" she asked groggily. Suddenly it hit her where she was, what position she was in, and with whom. She blushed scarlet and got up off him. He sat up and stretched his arms, and watched her try to calm her raving bed head.

"Oh, um, well, s-sorry about that," she stuttered. He gave her a lopsided grin.

"Don't worry, it's not everyday I get to wake up and find that I was using an angel as a blanket."

"...Shut up," she countered weakly while playfully punching him in the shoulder. "It's not my fault you're warm," she mumbled. He just chuckled, making her blush more.

"Can I go take a shower?" she asked.

"Of course, my dear Sango. And in the mean time I'll go and make us breakfast. An omelet okay with you?"

She nodded. "That sounds great." She then got up to go take a quick shower and made his way over to the kitchen to start the omelets. In about ten minutes both were down and sat down at the table and started eating.

During the whole time he was making the meal, he had been starving, but know that he could finally eat it, he wasn't hungry. His stomach was doing flip-flops and somersaults and back-hand-springs over his intestines, just from the mere prospect of finally asking her. His hands started to sweat, and he felt unbelievably nervous. He nearly jumped out of skin when she spoke.

"Hey, are you feeling okay? You've barely even touched your breakfast."

"Oh! Um, yeah. I'm just fine, never better!" he answered, just a little too quickly, making his smile just a little too wide. She looked at him warily, but continued with her meal.

"...If you say so..."

He let out a forced chuckle and stared back down at his omelet. He took a deep breath and tried to get his courage up. C'mon, you can do this! "Um, Sango–"

"Oh no! It's nine o'clock already?! I have to be at work in a half hour!" she quickly ate the rest of her omelet and started to run around and gather her stuff. She flung on her coat and was about to walk out the door but he grabbed her arm.

"Wait! You can't go just yet! I...I have to ask you something," he pleaded.

"I'm really sorry, but can't it wait until after I get home from work? I really have to leave, I'm going to be late!"

He looked into her eyes, silently pleading that she'd let him ask his question. But, she wasn't going to let him, so he just heaved a sad sigh and let go of her arm. "Yeah...I guess it can wait..."

"I'm really sorry, Miroku. I promise I'll make it up to you!" she said as she gave him a quick hug and ran out the door, slamming it in his face.

..:End Flash Back:..

That was the last that he saw of her. He stayed in his apartment – it was his day off – and cursed and chided himself for not stopping her. He had finally relented and called her cell phone about noon – to ask if she could meet him for lunch. She didn't answer, and he just brushed it off as she didn't hear her phone ring. He called again about fifteen minutes later. Still, she didn't pick up. He gave up and decided to reach after she got off and have them go to dinner. He called and called, but she still didn't answer. He got no other word from her, just her voice on her answering machine, but soon that was turned off too. He gave up on that too and tried calling her neighbor, Kagome.

The words she said still rang in his head.

..:Flash Back:..

"Hello?" she voice was bright and cheerful, as it always was.

"Kagome! Finally! Could you tell me where Sango is? She hasn't been answering her phone."

"Miroku?" her voice suddenly turned cold. "She doesn't want to talk to you! She never wants to see you again! So stop calling her!"

"Wait! Kago–"

CLICK.

..:End Flash Back:..

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn't Sango want to talk to him? Why didn't she want to see him ever again? What did he do?! That's it, the not knowing was killing him! He had to go find out for himself why she never wanted to see him again. He looked up suddenly, to find that he was in front of an Olive Garden restaurant. It was his favorite, but he rarely got to eat there because of his budget. But, on the day of his birthday, he's wish was answered.

..:Flash Back:..

She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin, leading him upstairs. It was an unusual restaurant, it was squished between two other buildings, so they had to make it two stories. He was blind-folded and had no idea where she was taking him.

"Where are we Sango?!" he asked for about the millionth time.

"Just up these stairs and you can take that blindfold off, okay?! So stop your whining!"

He pouted, but shut up.

"Okay one more step...and...here we are! You can take your blind-fold off now!"

He did, just as he heard, "SURPRISE!" yelled. He looked around in astonishment, to see all their friends, with cake, balloons, and a big sign that read what they just said. Her neighbor Kagome was there, along with her boyfriend InuYasha. Somehow they had roped InuYasha's half-brother Sesshomaru to come along with his wife Kagura, their daughter Rin, and their friend Jaken who they all suspected of having been a toad at some point in his life. Kouga was their too, along with his fiancé Ayame. It was a rather small party, but he couldn't be happier.

"You-you through me a surprise party?!" he stated the obvious. Sango giggled.

"Yes, now come, guest of honor!"

..:End Flash Back:..

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips when he remembered that that was the time when they shared their first kiss. They slid back into a frown when he also remembered that it was probably going to be their only kiss. He trudged onward. He wasn't that far now, just about two and a half blocks away. It thundered and lightninged, but he hardly took any notice.

Finally he made it to her street. She lived in a street of many, almost apartments. There were like mini houses up and down the street. He walked up to her door and pounded on it.

"Sango? Sango! C'mon, Sango! Please answer!" he stopped and leaned against the door, before he heard the footsteps over the rain. He stopped leaning against the door and waited anxiously for her to come to the door.

"Yes? Can I help ye young man?"

That wasn't Sango.

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Few! It seems that every other paragraph was another flashback n.n;; heh heh sorry about that, but that's how it is in the song. I think I followed the song pretty well...which is good for me. And btw, the song actually is talking about the girl leaving the guy because she just wanted a one night stand, but he wanted love...but there are different interpretations, alright! Don't judge me! ...And I realize now that both my MirSan fics (including this one) are both song fics...hmm...oh well. At least this one will have chapters! Which will be about four...I've already typed the next two chapters, it all depends unless I get at least one review (that's right, I'm not a review whore, I just wanna know that's SOMEONE'S reading!)

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