A/N} So, I was surprised that anyone actually reviewed. I thank you very much. Now, Here's the second chapter. I really don't have much to say. Enjoy.
The smell of bacon pierced through Sango's nose and woke her up the next morning. She rubbed her eyes, then scanned the area, frightened on where she was and how she got there. She looked around the room, and listened for voices. She heard two strangely familiar voices cascading from the kitchen. The smell that was coming from there was making her sick to her stomach, but she shrugged it off and tried to sit up more. She then realized she was no longer wearing the tee shirt she had grown accustomed to for the last few weeks. Or her shorts. She sighed heavily, very scared on where she was, and waited for someone to enter the room. She ran her hands through her oily chestnut hair and tried to remember what had happened the night before. Had she gotten drunk and had another one night stand? The last time that happened she vowed never to do that again, but she was so out of it last night, who knows what could have happened. She didn't.
"I'm telling you, InuYasha, she needs some help. No normal teenage girl sits on a park bench in the freezing rain at ten o' clock." A voice came from the kitchen.
"And I'm telling you, the second that girl wakes up she's gonna call the police and get us arrested." Another voice responded. Where was she?
"No she's not. Now quit yapping and eat the bacon you demanded. I'm gonna check on her." The first voice said. She heard footsteps coming into the room she was in. She wasn't sure what to do, and didn't have much time to think before a man with raven hair and violet eyes was standing in her presence. "You're awake." He commented. She nodded, unsure of how to respond. He sat down in the chair next to the couch she was sitting on. "How are you feeling?" She remembered him from last night.
"I told you to leave me alone. So why am I here?" Sango rebutted her own voice sounded weird to her ears.
"I found you unconscious in an alley. Now, I couldn't leave a sick, beautiful girl lying in the freezing cold rain all night long." Miroku said. "I know you're sick. Your skin is pale, and you were coughing up a storm last night."
"My pale skin has nothing to do with me being sick, which I'm not. And I was coughing because of me smoking, which I haven't even done in the last few months, anyways. Trying to quit. You should have left me in the alley. And where are my clothes? I may not remember everything that happened yesterday, but I know for a fact that I wasn't wearing this." Sango responded, quite confident in what she was saying.
"You're clothes are in the dryer. They were soaked, so we put you that, but we didn't see anything." Miroku answered her question.
"You saying I'm ugly? That you shouldn't look at me? Because, honestly, I don't care if you did or not." Sango responded.
"You're beautiful, and we didn't want to offend you." Miroku reasoned.
"Please, I'm far from beautiful." Sango scoffed. She pushed some of her hair behind her ear.
"So, how do you explain your pale skin? It's sickening." InuYasha was standing in the entrance between the living room and kitchen as he asked the question.
"InuYasha." Miroku scolded his friend with a stern voice and acute head-shake.
"I'm fine with it. I've been insulted worse in the last few months." Sango rolled her eyes.
"Why is that? And answer my question." InuYasha demanded.
"Oh, like you don't know. I mean, you did change me last night. I know you saw something." Sango said.
"A green bra doesn't explain pale skin." InuYasha commented.
"Not what I meant." Sango rolled her eyes again, then suddenly blushed a reddish shade. She shot her arm up to her shoulder and felt through the shirt, for any sign that she was still wearing the article in question.
"You're still wearing it." Miroku noticed what she was doing. She sighed in relief.
"So what do you mean?" InuYasha asked.
"What?" Sango asked him back.
"Explain your pale skin. If you don't have a cold, then what is it?" Miroku clarified for his dimwitted friend.
"It doesn't matter, because you obviously don't know." Sango said. She looked down onto her lap. One of the doors opened on the other side of the room, and Koga stepped out.
"She's awake." He noticed.
"No dip." Sango responded.
"And she's got an attitude." Koga came and sat next to her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "I like." He purred. Sango looked toward him, a disgusted look on her face.
"Freak." She commented and pulled herself out of his grip. The others stifled their laughter. Sango looked back to Miroku.
"I don't even know who you people are, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get out of here." She said.
"Where are you gonna go? I can't send a beautiful girl like you out into the scary world. I have conscience." Miroku said.
"Please." Sango scoffed yet again. "I've been living in that scary world for quite awhile now." She said, scowling her eyebrows. "I can take care of myself."
"Then, why were you crying last night?" Miroku asked rhetorically.
"I wasn't crying, it was the rain." Sango responded doubtfully.
"Quit lying. I know when a girl is crying." Miroku said. "Spill."
"No, you don't even know my name." Sango rebutted.
"Sango." Miroku said. Her eyes widened, then she remembered her work badge.
"Well I don't know any of yours." She said, crossing her arms.
"Miroku." Miroku said.
"Koga."
"InuYasha."
"Well, I don't anything about any of you except for the fact that you," She looked to Miroku, "Don't listen very well. You," She looked to Koga, "Are a freak. And you," She looked toward InuYasha, "Have a short temper."
"You nailed us pretty well, Sango." Miroku said, flashing his pearly white teeth.
"Just go get my clothes, I want to leave." Sango said.
"They're still drying." Miroku said. "Stay a while. Have some breakfast. It's bacon."
"Who doesn't love bacon?" Koga added.
"Well, the smell is making me nauseous, like most things do, but I guess I can't leave without my clothes." Sango reluctantly agreed.
"Why do most things make you nauseous?" Koga asked.
"Never mind." Sango rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna feed me or not?"
"Come on, the kitchen's this way." Miroku helped her up and the four walked into the kitchen. She sat at the table as Miroku prepared a plate of bacon for her.
"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put 'U' and 'I' together." Koga came up to Sango. (A/N Enter Koga: The guy with lame pickup lines.)
"Really? I'd put 'F' and 'U' together." Sango responded. InuYasha and Miroku laughed faintly at the comment.
"Koga, stop hitting on her, you have a girlfriend." InuYasha managed through stifling his laughter.
"Yea yea." Koga shrugged.
"Ayame would be pissed off if she found out you were hitting on other girls." InuYasha continued with a smug tone.
"Shut up about it." Koga hissed. Sango chuckled and she took a bite of bacon. It was decadent to the taste, but she feared the one piece of bacon would come back to haunt her. She decided the one was enough. Sure, she should be eating more, but she couldn't risk it with something so greasy.
"Eat more, you probably lost a lot of nutrition from the cold last night." Miroku said.
"I'm fine, really." Sango assured. Her fear had come true as she began feeling more queasy.
"Come on, you need to eat more. You're too skinny." Koga said.
"First time I heard that." Sango said to herself. "I'm not hungry." This was a lie, of course, but she wanted something like plain toast and ginger ale to subside her hunger. She held her stomach, hoping the nausea would go away. She rested her head on the edge of the table.
"You okay?" InuYasha asked her.
"Fine." Sango lied. She looked up at Miroku. "Are my clothes ready yet?"
"Don't be in such a hurry." InuYasha urged.
"Yea, stay awhile." Miroku said, again. Sango rested her head against the table again. "Are you sure you're okay?" Miroku asked, concerned. She finally gave the truth a shot, shaking her head. "What's the matter?"
"I'm just nauseous, that's all." Sango admitted.
"Way to go, Miroku. Your cooking made her sick." Koga said.
"No, the bacon was delicious. It's just the fact that nothing seems to agree with me these days." Sango trailed off.
"Why's that?" InuYasha asked. Sango shook her head as the biliousness nearly made her gag. She swallowed her sickness and looked back up to Miroku with a deep breath.
"I hate to be a bother, but where's the bathroom?" Sango asked quietly. Miroku pointed behind him, to a door that was currently shut.
"Right there." Miroku answered. Sango stood up, excusing herself, and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she fell to her knees over the toilet. She immediately threw up everything she had eaten in the last 24 hours, which wasn't much. And all because of one stupid piece of bacon.
The others heard her gagging and coughing in the room behind them. They tried not to listen, but she was being unintentionally loud.
"She has to be sick, and she's lying to get out of here." Miroku concluded.
"Yea, no one healthy throws up from one piece of bacon." InuYasha added. "That, or she's a druggie."
"If she's a druggie, then she's the hottest, most healthy looking druggie I've ever seen." Miroku replied.
"How many have you seen?" InuYasha asked. They heard the toilet flush and the sink run for a minute. Sango then exited from the bathroom, a slight blush on her face.
"Sorry." She mumbled, sitting back down.
"No need to be, it's not your fault you're sick." Koga said.
"I'm not sick." Sango responded.
"So you purposely threw up because?" InuYasha inquired.
"I didn't throw up on purpose." Sango answered.
"Explain yourself." Miroku said, confused.
"I have nothing to explain." Sango said to him.
"Then why'd you throw up after eating one piece of bacon?" InuYasha asked. Sango sighed heavily, not wanting to tell these strangers her life story.
"Quit pestering her, guys. If she doesn't want to tell us, then she doesn't have to." Koga said.
"Coming from the guy who won't stop hitting on her." Miroku responded. Sango rolled her eyes, sighing heavily as she did, and leaned forward again. She didn't want to tell them everything about her. She just wanted to get her clothes and leave, never looking back.
"How old are you, Sango?" InuYasha asked her.
"Sixteen." She responded without thinking.
"Where do you go to school?" Koga asked.
"It's summer." She responded obviously.
"Where do you live?" Miroku asked, hoping to get a more clear answer out of her; hopefully an explanation.
"I told you last night, I don't have a home." She responded.
"Why not? You're too young." InuYasha said.
"Because I got kicked out of my home, my boyfriend left me, and I don't have any friends." Sango answered. "Is that enough information for you?"
"No." Miroku smiled.
"What else do you need to know?" Sango asked sarcastically.
"Why'd you get kicked out?" Koga asked.
"It doesn't matter." Sango huffed, leaning back in her chair. She had tied the shirt in the back so it wouldn't hang so loose on her, so as she leaned back the fabric displayed the vastness of her awkwardly large chest, causing all six eyes to saunter to bust line. After a moment she glanced back over and noticed that they were staring at her chest. With an demonic stare aimed at the three them, she very dourly screamed, "I'm up here you pervs!" They immediately pretended like they hadn't done a thing infelicitous. With some coughs and mutters of apologies, the three hunched over a bit, slightly uncomfortable from a recent spontaneous bodily function. Miroku spoke after a few minutes.
"It clearly does matter or else you wouldn't get so upset over it." He commented.
"I'm not upset." Sango retorted with a scowl.
"Okay." Miroku fakingly agreed.
"Are my clothes ready yet?" She asked, again.
"Probably." Miroku answered.
"Well can I get them back?" Sango asked rhetorically.
"Sure." Miroku stood up and went into the laundry room. He exited a moment later, holding Sango's clothes. "Here." He handed them to her.
"Thank you." She sighed, standing up. She walked back towards the bathroom.
"You can just leave the clothes you're wearing in there." Miroku told her. She nodded and closed the door behind her.
Moments later Sango stepped out, fully dressed in her normal clothes.
"I'll be going now." She said. Miroku grabbed her arm lightly.
"Where, exactly, are you planning on going?" He asked. She sighed, not looking at him.
"I have to talk to someone." Sango said, not yet pulling out of his grip and not quite sure of what she was saying. She was just trying to get out of there.
"Who?" Koga asked.
"Someone." Sango repeated with slight hesitance as she had no idea who she was talking about.
"Then where are you going? You claim to have nowhere, and I couldn't survive knowing a pretty girl like you was alone in the world." Miroku said.
"Quit saying that." Sango, very peeved now, responded to his comment with tension in her tone. "I'm far from pretty. And if you knew how screwed up my life is, you would've wanted me out of here last night."
"What could be so bad that three guys wouldn't want you?" InuYasha asked.
"And you're beautiful." Koga added. Sango rolled her eyes.
"Quit saying that." Sango hissed through her teeth.
"What's wrong with calling you pretty?" Miroku asked. Sango sighed brokenly. She felt tears start to reside in her deep brown eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall.
"Just, don't." She managed in her broken throat. Miroku noticed her desperate attempt to not cry.
"What's wrong?" He asked her. "There's something about you, and it's obvious there's something wrong." Sango couldn't choke back the tears as he spoke.
"I can't tell you." She managed.
"Why not?" He asked her. She wiped a tear off of her cheek and looked into his eyes.
"I just met you. It's supposed to be a secret." She told him, her voice breaking as she spoke.
"It's okay. We're good with secrets." Miroku smiled, trying to get her to as well. She shook her head.
"Please, just let me go. You don't want to get involved with a girl like me."
"What kind of girl are you?" Miroku asked.
"An emotional one if you ask me." InuYasha comment softly, but loud enough for Miroku and Sango to hear.
"InuYasha." Miroku scolded, like he had earlier that morning. Sango shook her head.
"It's fine." She said, wiping more tears from her cheeks.
"No, it's not. What's wrong?" Miroku asked again. She finally gave up, falling into his arms. She wasn't as strong as she claimed to be. Sure, she had been through a lot, but she was still just a girl. Miroku rubbed her back lightly, consoling her.
"It's okay." He whispered to her. He continued rubbing her back. This girl that he had only known for twelve hours, even less seeing as she's been asleep for most of it, was now clinging onto him, in tears. He stroked her brown hair as she continued to cry, her tears soaking his shirt. All of her makeup had washed off in yesterday's rainstorm, so at least she didn't need to worry about that staining his shirt. He had been so kind to her, they all had. She hadn't felt this loved for months. Even her ex-boyfriend, any of them, never treated her this well. She had just met these three guys, but they had already done more for her than her last three boyfriends combined.
As Miroku held the sobbing girl in his arms, he felt something weird about her. Her body was so slender, and she certainly had curves on her, but there was something about her figure that he had never noticed on a girl. He just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I'm sorry." She finally said, pulling away a bit. She looked into his eyes. He expressed concern on his face.
"You don't have to be sorry." He told her, running a hand through her hair.
"I've known you for twelve hours, and I've already been such a burden." She wiped some tears off of her cheeks.
"Don't think like that." Miroku said. "If you were a burden, then you're certainly the most perfect one yet."
"I'm far from everything you keep complimenting me on. I'm not pretty, I'm not perfect." She sighed, then looked down. "I just want what's best for-" She paused, afraid of what she was doing.
"For what, who?" Miroku asked, curious. InuYasha and Koga were both listening intently, and staring at the two.
"Someone." Sango answered.
"Who?" Miroku asked. She looked back up at him.
"Please, please don't judge me." She started; Miroku nodded, not wanting to interrupt. "My baby." She said, tears in her eyes. She placed a hand on her midsection, and grabbed one of his with her free hand, placing it next to hers. "There's a life in there." She said, not looking at him.
