Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Inuyasha, Inuyasha's bad luck with women, dead or otherwise, Miroku and all his women problems nor anyone/thing/place in the Inuyasha series. So no suing me!
Thank you for the reviews! I reloaded the first just because one of my lovely reviewers told me about serial and cereal. It's not the first time I've done that. And the reason Kouga is the ex? Well, did you want her to date Naraku? That's what I thought!
I'm trying to keep it plain, tell me if this chapter sucks! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Ah, Tension…
In his downtown apartment, Miroku sat at his laptop, typing in a blaze of creation, his imagination sweeping him under. Whatever was inside his mind tonight was desperate for release, hoping for a weak moment in his sanity so as to escape. The woman, Sango, the goddess of his dreams, the reason his heart was beating so quickly, she was there, in his thoughts. In his mind, in his soul! Like a virus or cancer, consuming him completely.
His fingers flew as he wrote.
Something had become of him at that moment, something stronger than anything in his history had. Something that took over him, washing away his sins, and adding to them in that same moment. What was it? This feeling of warmth throughout all of his body? An arousal of the soul, mind and body. His brain felt as if it were fried, toasted, and roasted.
He had never believed in love at first sight. Never believed you could want to be with someone day and night forever. Grow old with someone. Have children. Why would he? Him, a bachelor, one of the only men in the world not looking for a woman. Sure, women had good reasons for being the sex they were, otherwise men would be left to take care of everything.
But this was so much more than lust. And he knew lust. Lust to him was a close, personal friend. But this was something else. Something crazy, making his skin hot and his . . .
Miroku stopped, looking at the clock on top of his old, beat-to-hell nightstand beside his unmade bed. Fuck. His mind was still running at four o'clock in the morning? Had she drugged him? Why was he thinking about a strange woman in the middle of the night?
Brushing a hand over his face, he stood and walked into the bathroom for a shower. A cold one, hoping to Buddha that he would stop thinking about her long enough to sleep.
It didn't work. By five he was still sitting up in bed, remembering the tears and pain in her eyes one moment and the laughter in them the next. Perfect. It was all he could think as he laid down and closed his eyes. Dreams of her filled him with a longing long forgotten. Only one girl had ever made him feel this way, and that was too long ago, and too painful.
Only Sango would control his mind now. And she was the only one he wanted to be controlled by.
Sango sighed as she looked over at the clock in Kagome's guest bedroom. It flashed red over and over again, telling her that it was still five in the morning. Why was it she was still laying in bed, thinking about a pair of violet eyes? What was with her?
Stress! Had to be stress! Why else? After all, why would she be thinking about a man the same night another had cheated on her? She didn't believe in love at first sight. That was a crazy idea! To think that you could fall in love with just a glance. What kind of romantic fool believed in that kind of crap?
Well, not her! She had been betrayed too many times for the rest of her life.
And yet . . .Here she was, laying awake thinking about him. Thinking about seeing him again. Seeing him soon. And what she would do once she saw him again. Would she blush? Would she be a giggling mass of girl? Hell, she hoped not.
Or would she be calm? Cool. She hoped for that. It may feel as if her stomach was full of very angry winged creatures now, but would she feel this was once she laid eyes upon him a second time? She felt lightheaded, now and then. She felt as if everything inside her head was at war.
By the gods, had she ever felt this way before?
Giving up, she closed her eyes and let the thoughts flood her mind, let herself drown in that wonderful feeling of hope and interest. Whatever he had done to her, she hoped she had done the same to him.
Miroku cursed as he woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing in his ears. "Damn." It continued for several minutes, even after he had covered his pounding head with his pillow. "All right! All right! I'm coming! Hold your damn horses.
He scooped up the phone and flipped it open. "Yes." It was spat out in an annoyed hiss.
"What the hell are you doing still asleep in the middle of the day?!" his editor yelled, making several colorful curses himself. With a glance at the clock, he found it was well past lunch. Close to one o'clock.
"Listen, Naraku, I'm sorry. I was working all last night. I'm close to finished." If I work my ass off for several more days, he thought. "I'll be done with the first half in a few weeks. A month at most."
"I don't give a . . ."
"Watch it, pal. Trying to stop cursing and smoking at the same time. You shouting every curse word every time I'm on with you ain't helping." Miroku took out a small pack of candy cigarettes. Candy Land's Cancer, as he called them. They helped though. Just holding them in his mouth with the patch and the gum. Soon he'd be free of the deadly bast . . .brats.
"Listen, I don't care what you're trying to do!" Naraku hissed, pounding on his desk. "I need the first half to go over before New Years! You farting around is NOT helping me!" He hung up by slamming the phone down.
"Ow." Miroku said flatly. Why was it only he seemed to be the one of Naraku's writers who got yelled at and 'slammed around'? It just wasn't fair.
Chewing the last of the candy cancer stick, Miroku grabbed his spare jacket, his shopping list, and his cell. It was a nice, cool day in the city. (A/N No, I have yet to decide what city this is. New York, Tokyo, Paris! I don't know!) So near to Christmas, only a few weeks away, the city seemed to be pulsing with life. The children in the park, their parents rushing them along or sitting on a bench. People with bags in their arms and coats wrapped around them tightly. The birds flew overhead, searching for the perfect feasting area, and the cars driving down the streets in a hurry. Yes, there was nothing like living in a city. Nothing like living in the country either, from what he had heard, but then again, he didn't live in the county.
Being a writer, he had to observe things like city life. Being a human made it more enjoyable.
As he walked toward the shops just around the corner, he didn't notice the taxi arrive in front of his building.
Sango and Kagome both gasped at the building. "It's amazing!" Kagome whispered, looking up at the ten floors of one of the most beautiful buildings she'd seen in years. It was breathtaking.
"This is it?" Sango said in a whisper of her own, staring up in shock.
Kagome looked over the address. "Yep. Wow." They both walked in to escape the chill of the ending autumn and to see just how it felt to walk into her new apartment building. "So you bought it already?"
"Yeah. I put in some calls to dad, he put in some calls to the manager and the manager called an hour ago." She smiled and looked around the lobby. "I can move in tomorrow."
"Score!" Kagome yelled, throwing her arms around Sango. "Let's go see!"
They ran full speed up the three flights of stairs, laughing all the way. "You get your own apartment. Your own room. Your own life! Sango, you are so lucky!" They hugged and laughed again as Sango opened the door.
"Thank you Buddha!" Sango yelled, smiling at the relatively clean apartment. "All the windows! All clean! And look at the kitchen! It's got everything!" Stove, refrigerator, sink. Running water! By Buddha, it was perfect! "I'll be settled in by the end of the month!"
With the best feeling in her stomach on their way back to Kagome's, Sango closed her eyes and nearly cried. I have a place to live! , she thought. She'd met an amazing guy, though she'd most likely never see him again, a home and new clothes. What more could a girl want?
"So. Now that you're going to settle in," Kagome started as they walked inside. "We can throw a party for you! Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru, Kikyo. Everyone! They'll be thrilled to hear from you!"
It had been too long since she'd gotten to talk to all her friends. Shippo and Souta she'd seen several times in the last few days, living with Kagome. But Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru? The two cutest men she'd yet to meet? Yeah!
Thinking over the things she's have to buy for tomorrow, bed, tables, homey things, Sango fell asleep. But the dreams were of the man, the one she'd been too busy to think about that day. What was she to do when she had dreams, very naughty dreams, about a man that she hardly knew?
Enjoy said dreams, of course!
Miroku was very imaginative, but the things in his dreams were hardly his cup of tea. What did a man do when he had nice, long, nerve-racking, body-tightening dreams about a strange woman? Lay back and enjoy the ride, no pun intended?
Well, no! Not the way this dream was going. Laying back was neither here nor there in this dream. By Buddha, if that was the reason he'd jumped out of bed to take another cold shower, then the heater went ignored.
"I'm going mad!" Was his answer to things. "Yeah. Maybe my mind is over worked! Too much stress! Yeah, yeah! Stress, that's it!" At the thought of 'stress' came 'tension' and from 'tensing' came 'sexual' in front and he jumped back in the shower.
"Ok. I need to look her up."
Little did he know the very girl that made him crazy was going to be very close and very soon.
Hope you all liked it. I worked and worked on it all day. My stories may be lagging for a while. School starts back up tomorrow and I write this stuff between four and eleven. Every story!
Now review. I want . . .oh, I don't know, nine more reviews! Next time, depending, will most likely be around ten to fourteen. So tell everyone to read!
Peace and Love!
