"Ah, come on. We all know you wanna get out, can't you just let it rest for a day?" Rin, Sango's friend, said one day at the local burger joint.
"Fine, fine," Sango said and sank back into her booth seat when she realized niether one of her other friends were going to back her up. Kagome and Ayame avoided her eyes and stuffed their mouths full of fries. Sango sighed and munched on her burger.
Sango understood Rin, though. She'd had a wonderful man, succesful, handsome, charming, and just before they moved to the marriage stage of their relationship he disapeared. It was touchy and Rin didn't like to hear Sango talking about getting a guy like that to get her out of Jersey. She wanted New York, the lights, the excitement, all of it. Rin never had particularly wanted it, but it was just at her fingertips before it was yanked away. Sango didn't know if she could stand to have that happen to her.
Sango wasn't shallow, though. She also wanted romance and love and candle light dinners, she just thought a New York man could get all that for her. She was tired of living above a butcher shop, all she wanted was a nice apartment in a nice neighborhood with a nice, and rich, man. She did want money, but she didn't want it to flash in other people's faces. She just wanted it to get out of where she was now. She'd grown up with her father and brother in a two room apartment over her father's butcher shop where the school was three blocks away, an easy walk, and all her friends had met when they were in diapers at the local laundry mat.
Sango sometimes got frustrated with her friends. They were all content with living in the same houses their parents had, doing the same things their parents had, and going the same places their parents had day after day. Sango could apreciate tradition and memories, but there was just something about getting out and breaking away from the cycle that she wanted more than anything and her friends just didn't understand. She washed her burger down with her soda and made her excuse and headed out to her ancient bug. She wrestled with the top of the red disaster until it gave way and went up. She waved to her friends one last time through the window and headed back to her home.
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Miroku sat on the hood of his Lexus watching the kids play at the playground. He smiled as he looked around his old stomping ground. He'd grown up here in Jersey, before his mentor had 'discovered' him, taught him how to be a ruthless business tycoon. All he'd wanted back then was to get out of this horrible place and get loaded. Now when he needed a break from all his money, he'd come back to this horrible place and just take in the community feel of it. He almost missed the tightness and security of the place. He stretched his arms over his head and stood. He walked over to the street vender with hotdogs and bought one with everything. He was taking the first bite out of it and turning around when some ratty old car came out of no where and rear-ended his car.
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"Crapcrapcrapcrap," Sango was chanting under her breath. Her brakes had failed and hadn't started working after she pumped them a few times like usual. She ended up running into this expensive car and could just see herself in chains for the rest of her life to pay for the damages. She got out and shut the door with shaky hands. "Oh, crapcrapcrapcrap," she started again.
"My car!" she heard and turned her head. The most atractive man she'd ever seen was throwing a hotdog on the ground and running over. He crouched down by his back bumper and sighed, "Oh hell."
"Oh, I am so sorry. I never saw your car, and my brakes weren't working... I'll pay for the damages." He barely glanced at her car again before answering.
"No, that's alright." Like this girl could afford them. She ran back to the driver's door and was rumaging around, bent over in her search. "Damn," he whispered to himself. She was rather nicely built. He might even go for her if he didn't have a strict models-only policy. And if she hadn't wrecked his favorite car. She re-emerged with a scrap of paper and a pen, furiously writing something down.
"This is my address, phone number, and insurance information. Oh God, I realy am sorry," she said and looked at him like she was terrified.
"It's fine, realy. I can take care of it," he said and stood to pull his phone out of his back pocket of his expensive tailored pants. She stood by silently while he ordered a tow truck.
"Please take it, I would feel a lot better if you had this in case you needed something like information for your claim or whatever-" he took it with a tight smile just so she would stop talking. It worked until the tow truck showed up. There was no way he could drive that back to his upscale apartment. He'd get a rental car somewhere until they could fix his own. The burly man was hooking his car up when she started talking again. "You know, maybe it would be better if I had your information too. I mean, you know, just in case I need it for something-" He reached in his pocket and pulled out his business card, again just to quiet her. The last thing she said was, "I realy am very sorry," while he was climbing into the pasenger's side of the truck. He gave her an honest smile and closed the door which had it's window open.
"Look, it'll be fine. I'll take care of everything, don't worry. It's fine, realy. Okay?" He wasn't realy interested in her, but it went against his very being to leave a woman upset. She smiled weakly and went back to her little tank, which hadn't recieved a scratch, and climbed on in. She saw the back of his head as the truck took a turn out of her sight and thought how sexy that rattail was.