Author's Note: Happy birthday/early birthday, friends. You know who you are!
Miroku had fucked up. The moment it had happened, he had dreaded the results.
InuYasha had thrown a party, and Sango couldn't attend- she and her parents were headed out to the lake for the weekend. She had been worried that Miroku may get into trouble if he had gone on his own. Alcohol had always been a problem for him, and he had hurt her too many times before he had gotten under control. So, he insisted that he would not let himself slip.
He had been on the right track for so long now, that he had let his guard down. Overconfidence was a bitch. He had had a drink. It was stronger a drink than anticipated. One had turned into five in the blink of an eye, and five to eight.
InuYasha had played the part of the best friend, attempting to get him to stop, or to even avoid his first drink, but Miroku had learned the skills of sleuth early in life- watching his father steal from his mother. Once someone had convinced him of his first, things snowballed out of control. He was already drunk by the time that InuYAsha knew what was happening. Then, his friend attempted to get him to get into his car, so that he could drive him home, to no avail.
Miroku had felt in control until drink six. That was what he had said anyways. After drink six, that was when his attention had been drawn to the people dancing next to the speakers.
It looked as if they were having more fun than he was. That just wouldn't do. Especially Ayame Enma, with her red hair pulled back into pigtails, and her white mini skirt clinging to her thighs.
He had approached her, and she had welcomed him easily. They danced, and drank, then headed upstairs.
He awoke the next morning with a familiar empty feeling of dread. He'd rolled over and seen her bare back next to him, and rolled slowly out of bed.
When Sango had returned home, he hadn't known how to tell her exactly. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, she wore black tights, and a multi-hue pink tanktop. His confession had passed his lips before he had thought of it.
They had been together longer than any other relationship that he had had. She was everything that he had hoped to find, in every single way, and she now wanted nothing to do with him. They had played at the 'lets be friends', and Sango had tried her hardest, but Miroku had made it too uncomfortable.
Seeing her move on was hard. Watching another guy make eyes at her, before he crossed the floor and asked her to dance was haunting. He could see her eyes flick his way every now and then, and he tried to hold them there, but she refused to let that happen. He knew that he should leave her alone, but he knew that they both knew that he was not that strong.
Things had gotten to the point where they no longer saw each other every few days, or even within a week. Kagome and Sango had begun to hand out elsewhere when he and InuYasha were together.
Once he finally saw her again, he could hardly speak. It didn't help that he dreamt of Kuronosuke's lips on her cheek. There was also the fact that that everything that he would give, was everything she couldn't take. The words her offered rang hollow now that their trust had been breached.
The hardest part was letting go of the nights, and days they'd shared. The stars had lost their sparkle, because compared to her eyes nothing shined quite so bright. Logically, he knew he could live without her, but felt that without her he'd be miserable at best, and it was all his fault.