I do not own the Inuyasha characters. I do own the plot for Scars and Cuts and the characters Akira Takahashi and Katsuo Yamamoto.
Scars and Cuts
Chapter Two
Kept in the Dark, But You Were There in Front of Me
Leaving was the easy part, deciding where to go was a hard thing all on its own. As I got farther and farther away from my house, I could feel the adrenaline I had begin to go down and I could feel the weight of my bag on my shoulder and I could feel the strap begin to dig into my flesh and scratch against my bruises. I took it off and began dragging it against the floor. My eyes were getting heavier by the minute and I began to panic. What if I passed out? Would someone see me and help or would they just ignore me? Even worse, would I get raped or killed or both while I was unconscious?
I could feel my adrenaline begin to kick in again and before I knew it I was running. Even at the time I didn't realize my surroundings until I was on his street. I could see no lights on the street, it was pitch black. I quickly walked to his house and I saw his car parked in the driveway, the front light was off as well. Could it be possible that he wasn't there? Had Inuyasha and Kouga came to pick him off so they could do whatever it was they did when Kagome and I weren't around? I hoped not.
I made it to his door and I knocked, once than twice. I kept on knocking until the front light turned on and I could hear the locks begin to move. When Miroku opened the door I could tell he was shocked to see me standing there with my school bag and also my large black bag.
"Sango, what are you doing here so late?" he asked.
I couldn't answer, I couldn't do anything. I was so busy breathing in the aroma of his house. I was too busy taking in the sight of him in only his sweat pants, no shirt, and his hair down and wild from him being asleep.
"I…I…" I began, but nothing else could come out. I began to see little dots scatter across my vision and the last thing I heard before I passed out was the worry in Miroku's voice as I collapsed into his arms…
When I finally came to, I was laying on the very couch I had been sitting on before all of this happened, before my life really came crashing down. I could hear Miroku talking, but I wasn't sure who he was talking to at all. I tried sitting up but it hurt so much just to lift my head. It was pounding like an annoying drum. Thump, thump, thump, thump…
"Sango, are you awake?" I heard Miroku ask. I could see him clearly now. He had a shirt on and his hair was pulled back into it's usually ponytail.
"Yes, I am," I whispered. I wasn't sure if he heard me. I saw the phone go back up to his ear and he began talking again, too fast for me to hear.
"Miroku…" I whispered out. I had to get his attention; I had to tell him what had happened.
"Hold on," he said into the phone. "Sango what are you doing? Lay back down, I'll take you home in a little while,"
I felt myself panic. He was taking me home? I thought I could trust him but now I knew I couldn't. He was going to take me right back to the man who did this to me! I felt the need to protect myself take over and I struggled to get up again.
"Inuyasha, I'll talk to you tomorrow ok? I have to take Sango home before she gets in trouble, bye," he said hanging up then throwing the phone onto the love seat. "Sango, lay back down, you're going to hurt yourself more than you're already hurt,"
"I can't trust you! You're going to take me back to him and I can't go back, Miroku!" I said new tears springing into my eyes.
"I'm not going to take you back, Sango! I just told him that! He thinks that we fell asleep and that I just woke up and realized you were still here! Sango please calm down!"
I heard the sincerity in his voice and I let myself once again fall onto the couch. When my body collided with it I let out a small cry of pain and he came to kneel next to me on the couch.
"What happened to you, Sango…" he asked. I looked over at him and I could tell he knew the answer. I didn't say anything, I just kept looking. When I couldn't look at him any longer, I tore my gaze away and focused on my feet. "It's true then, isn't it?"
I'm not sure if he saw me, but I nodded my head very lightly. I guess he did because he let out a curse then he grabbed my hand which made me look at him.
"How long has this been going on Sango? Don't lie to me anymore. No more lies,"
"For five years…" I said tearing my eyes away from him again. "I'm not sure for the reason, but it happened five years ago and it's been happening every day since then…"
His grip on my hand tightened and I could feel myself squeezing his hand back as I spilled to him everything. I told him the truth about my mom and it didn't even seem to shock him at all. Had I not done a good enough job at hiding the truth? When I got up to today, I saw him tense at every detail I gave him. When I was done, he said nothing for a long time.
"Why didn't you say anything to me, Sango?"
"I didn't want anyone to know, I was too ashamed that I let this happen,"
"You didn't let anything happen. This was his entire fault; don't ever blame yourself for something that wasn't in your control."
I said nothing as he continued to stare at me. After awhile of silence he sighed and offered me something to drink and eat. I shook my head no; I had no appetite at all. He started arguing back about my health but when he saw my face he dropped the subject.
I looked at nothing in particular as he went about his business in the kitchen. I assumed he was making himself something to eat but he didn't. When he came back he had two mugs of something hot. He handed one to me, even though I refused.
"Just drink it; it'll give you some strength,"
I took the cup from him and when I smelt it I nearly handed it back to him. But when I looked at his face I decided just to drink it. I held my nose and chugged down the bitter liquid. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted! I didn't ask Miroku what it was while I placed the cup down on the coffee table. He looked triumphant with what just happened. I glared at him and when I tried to sit up it didn't hurt as much.
"Did that make you feel better?"
"Yes, even though it tasted disgusting," I admitted. He laughed lightly and when he looked at me my heart did a crazy flip inside my chest.
"Sango, I'm going to ask you something, and you can say no to me if you don't want to do it, alright?"
"You're not going to ask me to have sex with you, right?" I asked drawing away from him.
"No, Sango, I'm actually being really serious here," he said looking into my eyes. "So if you don't want to, just tell me,"
I nodded my head and he grabbed onto my hand again.
"Can I see them? Can I see your bruises?"
At first I hesitated. How could I possibly let him see my other side? I worked too hard to keep this part of me under wraps and I was just getting used to the idea that someone actually knew. It was a little hard to get used to. But when I looked at him, I knew I could trust him. I took my hand out of his and pulled down the zipper to my jacket. I took it off slowly and when he saw them, I can't even begin to describe how he looked at them.
I watched his hand reach out to touch one that had begun to fade on my arm. He looked at me and then looked at my back. I figured he could see the ones that were visible from on top of my shirt. So, I did something I thought I would never do in my life, I took off my shirt and he saw me in only my bra. For awhile, Miroku only stared at my face. I think he was in shock that I took off that much clothing or it might have been my bruises.
When he didn't do anything I turned around and showed him my back. I heard him shift around a little and then I felt his hands lightly touching my bruises. I could hear him breathing heavily as his hands trailed down my back. When he reached my lower back I sucked in a deep breath. My back had always been sensitive, but my lower back was even worse. He couldn't sense my turn on and he kept touching back there. I let out a small moan and he pulled his hands back.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, just the opposite…" I said embarrassed.
"Are you saying that—?"
"Don't say anything!" I said grabbing my shirt. I put it back on and faced him. He saw the bruise I had on my chest and touched it. "Miroku…"
"How did you get this one?"
I looked away before I answered, "I ran into a corner when I was getting something off the floor in the kitchen,"
"Seriously, you're not lying?"
"No," I said my face turning red.
"My, my, Sango, you are something else," he said smiling.
I stared into his eyes and he stared into mine. Something was clicking inside of us and I could tell in that moment that something was going to happen. He sat up straighter and grabbed onto my face gently, being careful with the bruise I had on my cheek. He whispered out my name and closed his eyes. I was to frozen to even close mine, but when his lips were merely inches from mine, the damn phone just had to ring.
Miroku let out a frustrated sigh and let go of my face before crawling to where the phone was located. He answered with a rough hello and I'm guessing the other person snapped back a reply because Miroku let out another sighed and said that we were just leaving back to my dad's house and then hung up.
"Inuyasha always ruins everything, even when he doesn't intend to," Miroku said half kidding.
I looked up at him from my seat on the couch and he stared into my chocolate orbs. Something told me that he wanted to try again, but I just couldn't. I may have had feelings for the guy but I couldn't afford to fall in love when I had such a bigger problem in my hands. I gave him a small smile and he gave one back. He walked away after a moment with the phone in his hand. A moment later the water in the kitchen was running and I got up to see what he was doing.
Taking as much time as I needed to get to the kitchen, I finally saw him splashing his face with cold water. Had I made such an effect on him? I wasn't too sure…it was possible wasn't it? He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back and for some reason, his hair caught my attention. I had never seen it this wild before. Granted I had seen it down, but it looked nice and presentable. But his hair now, disheveled from sleep, made him look…sexy. Wait, did I just say Miroku was sexy? I think I need to sleep…
"Um, Miroku, can I ask something?"
"Go ahead, Sango," he answered while drying off his face with a towel.
For awhile I forgot what I was going to ask him, I just kept looking at his semi-muscular body. When he kept staring at me I snapped out of it.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"There's an extra bedroom you can sleep in. That's usually where Inuyasha sleeps when he stays over, so you can occupy the space for now," he grabbed my hand and I had to contain myself from hyperventilating.
When we entered the room it looked the same as it usually did. Light green walls with white bordering, tan colored blankets with green stripes running vertically on the material. The dresser there was the same tan color as the blankets and the carpet was an off white. I sat down on the bed and it felt almost the same. The last time I sat on this bed it was harder, since it was new I'm guessing. But now that someone had slept on it, it was let hard and it felt a lot better.
"I hope it's alright," he said.
"The bed is fine, nice and soft," I said running my fingers up and down the blanket.
"You know where the bathroom is, you're welcome to anything in the fridge if you get hungry, and if you need anything, anything at all, you know where my bedroom is," he said. "Oh, I'll go get your bag,"
After he left from the doorway I looked around the room trying to take everything in at once. The ceiling was the same off white color as the carpet and I never realized it was that color in the first place. I felt a little dumb since I've been coming over to his house and hanging out in this room for as long as I can remember. A few moments later he placed my bag onto the dresser and he gave me a heart melting smile that I nearly passed out.
"I'll see you in the morning, oh and we're not going to school tomorrow,"
"How come we aren't?"
"We need to get something figured out for you; you're not going back to that house as long as you're seventeen,"
"But Miroku…"
"No buts," he argued back. "We'll talk about this tomorrow, get some sleep,"
He walked away after, leaving me alone in the room. I stuck my tongue out at the now closed door and stood up slowly, making my way to where my bag was at. I reached in and grabbed some shorts I packed then began stripping off my bottoms. I put them on and once they were on comfortably I removed my bra and tossed it onto the floor along with my pants. I peeled my socks off and just tossed them next to my bra and pants. Reaching in my bag once again I debated whether or not I should brush my teeth. I shrugged my shoulders and headed off towards the bathroom anyways.
The bathroom was normal sized I guess. The toilet was directly in the middle of the room up against the left wall. Next to it on its left was the sink that had a cup that held two sets of toothbrushes and a tube of toothpaste. I vaguely remembered that Miroku had convinced Inuyasha to keep a toothbrush there so that he would never forget his toothbrush again. I'm pretty sure Inuyasha complained that it was gay for him to leave a toothbrush and I had to keep myself from laughing to loud. I turned the water on and wet the bristles on the brush and put a decent amount of toothpaste. I began brushing my teeth vigorously and as I looked at myself in the mirror at all my bruises I began to feel my self esteem go down. There's no way that Miroku had wanted to kiss me…he probably just felt bad for me.
I spit out the toothpaste and cleaned my mouth off. I hesitated at putting my toothbrush in there along with Miroku's and Inuyasha's. I sighed and placed it in there anyways, I'm sure I was going to be here for awhile. I took one last look at the bathroom and when I began walking out I ran into a very solid something.
"Oh my goodness, Miroku, you scared the hell outta me!" I exclaimed as I stumbled back.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I heard the water running and I came to investigate," he said grinning.
"You're such a liar, you know I'm the only one in the house," I said trying to exit the bathroom, he wasn't having it. "Are you going to move so I can go sleep? You're the one who said that I should sleep,"
"I know, but I remembered something that I just have to tell you,"
"What would that be?"
He leaned in closer to me, so close that I could feel his warm breath along my neck. "I need to tell you that there's been a ghost in my house recently, so you need to be careful,"
I glared at him, "Get real Houshi, now if you'll please move, I'd like to go to sleep,"
He stood there for awhile and only stared into my eyes. I could feel my breath coming into short gasps as he got closer again, just like on the couch. His eyes didn't leave mine as his lips lightly brushed against mine. He lingered for a moment then whispered:
"Goodnight, Sango,"
I tried forming a reply, but my mind was blank. He hadn't even fully kissed me and I couldn't even say anything! He smiled at me and walked back to his room where I heard the door click shut after him. Letting out a small sigh, I walked out of the bathroom and into my temporary room. I closed the door behind me and I let a big smile spread across my face. So he really did like me? I squealed slightly and then regained my composer. I couldn't afford a boyfriend, not right now. I had to deal with my dad first then I could deal with Miroku. I pulled back the blankets and settled into bed. As I lay on my stomach, I thought of what tomorrow would be like. What could two teenagers possibly do against an adult? More importantly, how could I get out of my father's custody without getting myself, and Miroku, killed?
I've never had nightmares before, but last night was the only exception. It was just me running in a ball gown that was a beautiful silver silk material. My brown hair was pulled up halfway with curls spilling over my shoulders with a purple flower hair ornament in my hair and I could hear my high heels clicking with every step I took. The dress was strapless and flowed out so beautifully that I knew it had to be a dream. It was really cold; I only knew so because I could see my breath fogging my vision every time I breathed out. I looked ahead and I could vaguely see a silhouette about half a mile in front of me. The silhouette came into view and I could see my brother, Kohaku. I tried yelling to him but no sound came out. I tried again and again but nothing. Suddenly, Kohaku turned into Miroku and yet again I tried calling out to him, but it was useless.
I'm not sure how, but I ended up tripping. I landed on the floor and I heard my dress rip, making it cut off to my knee. My legs held bruises that I knew had faded long ago. I went to move my hair out of my way but when I placed my hand there I got a splitting headache. I brought my hand back down and blood was covering my hand. I looked down at the dress and now it was almost completely blood red. Every inch of my body was in pain and when I finally looked up my father was standing in front of me, a knife on the floor beside him. I saw his lips move, but I couldn't hear anything, all I saw was the gun that was in his hand and the moment he pulled the trigger, the gun aiming for my head, I let out an inaudible scream and then I woke up.
My heart was pounding so hard that I couldn't hear anything but my beating organ. Sweat covered my forehead and the rest of my body and I could feel that my nightshirt was almost drenched in sweat. I threw off the blankets and headed towards the door. The house was quiet and I began to feel a little nervous. Where was Miroku? The first place I went to was the kitchen but there was nothing except a note. It read:
Sango,
I went to the school to pick up some things from my locker. Hopefully I won't run into Inuyasha and the others while I'm there. If you're hungry, you can eat some cereal until I get there. Don't leave the house, okay? See you soon.
Miroku
I placed the note back on the counter and let out a small sigh. I wasn't very hungry since that dream but I was pretty sweaty. After deciding to take a shower, I walked back into my room and grabbed the clothes I would need after I finished showering. I proceeded to the bathroom and got in, not even bothering to lock the door behind me. I stripped out of my sweaty clothes and left them on the floor so I could step on something when I got out of the shower. I stood in the tub and turned on the water, adjusting it to the temperature I wanted. I pulled the nozzle to turn the shower on and was greeted by the warm water.
I let out a small sigh of contentment and began wetting my hair. I looked over at where my shampoo and conditioner would have been but I had to mentally kick myself. Only one person lived in this house and he was a guy. I let out a frustrating sigh and picked up Miroku's shampoo. It was Old Spice and when I smelled it, it actually smelt really good. I shrugged my shoulders and applied some into my hair and washed it thoroughly. After rinsing it out and applying some conditioner I selected the Axe body wash Miroku had. It was called 'Dark Temptation' and when I smelled it I let out a small moan, which really surprised me. It smelt just like him, the dark luscious scent that I loved so much. I quickly began washing my body with the scent, knowing that I would love to just stand there naked smelling my own body, regardless of how weird that sounded.
After rinsing off my body I stepped out fully naked. I reached in the cabinet and grabbed a fluffy royal blue towel that was sitting in there. I began to dry myself off and when I did I grabbed the clean clothes I brought with me only to realize that my bra was on the floor in my 'bedroom.' I let out a sigh of frustration and wrapped the towel around my body, not to tight since I didn't want to hurt my bruises. I opened the door and stuck only my head out; making sure Miroku still wasn't back yet. I tiptoed to my room and when I went in I grabbed my bra and glared at it. I spun around and when I did I collided with something solid yet again.
"Um, hey, Sango," I heard Miroku say. I looked up at him and I could see he had a slight blush over his face. I was pretty sure I was cherry red.
"Hello…" I said quietly. "I was just, um, getting my bra, and um, because I forgot it in here when I was taking a shower, so I um, came back to the room because I thought you were still gone but um, you're here!" I blabbered on like an idiot. "I think I'm going to go back to the restroom now and finish…"
I would have run back into the restroom if it wasn't for Miroku, still standing in my way. There was already a protest on my tongue but before I could do anything, he reached his arm down to the bottom of my hair and grabbed a lock. He brought up back up to his face and smelled it.
"Have you been using my shampoo?" he asked with a grin. He leaned into me and sniffed my shoulder. "And my body soap?"
"Um, uh, there was no girl shampoo and my hair felt really dirty so I used some of yours because that's all there was," I stuttered like an idiot. "I'm sorry! I'll go out and buy some floral scented ones for me and I'll even buy you more I'm really—"
"Stop apologizing," he said fiercely. "I like the way it smells on you…"
I shivered at his words and when I felt something wet come in contact with my skin I had to keep in my moan of pleasure. Did Miroku really just lick my shoulder? There's no way!
"You taste good," he said huskily.
"Um, Miroku…" I said trying to keep my voice from shaking. "I know this is the worst timing but, I can't afford to date right now…let alone anything like this…"
"I know you can't Sango, it's just that…never mind. Go ahead and get dressed. I'll go and make us some breakfast,"
I stood in my doorway, holding the damn bra that put me in the position I was just in. I heard pots and pans banging together and the fridge opening and closing. I walked back into the restroom, closing the door again, and I began to get dressed. I pulled on some blue jean pants that I packed and a plain black wife beater shirt. I wrapped the towel around my hair and grabbed all my stuff and took it back to my room.
After I took all of my belongings into my room, I could smell the food cooking. My tummy started rumbling and I realized just how hungry I was. I took off the towel and grabbed my brush and began brushing out the tangles. I left my hair down so it could dry and I headed towards the kitchen where all the good smelling food was coming from.
"What are you cooking, Miroku?" I asked, sitting down on the chair.
"Just a little of everything," he answered. "I remembered that you like waffles."
My smile was really wide as he said the word waffle. It was true that they were my favorite and one a few occasions Miroku had made them for me. It didn't matter what time it was, Miroku would make them. He made the best waffles in the world!
"You know me so well, Houshi,"
"I like to think so,"
His words pretty much stuck a knife in my heart. He didn't look at me as a glared into the back of his head, I'm sure he realized that I was glaring at him but he was too busy to turn around. I let out a sigh, which I know he heard, and started tapping my fingers on the table impatiently. I knew this would drive him crazy.
"Sango, you know how much that annoys me," he said, finally. He placed my waffles in front of me and they had a lot of syrup and nuts on top. Just the way I liked it.
"I know it does, that's why I did it," I was about to cut off a piece and shove it in my mouth but he took them away. "Hey, I was going to eat that, you know?"
"I know, but if you plan on annoying me like you were doing, you can't eat," he said taking it back towards the stove.
By this point, I was angry, hurt, and hungry. Three things I should never be at once. I stood up from my chair, nearly knocking it over in the process, and marched over to where my waffles were being held hostage. I could see the glint of amusement in his eyes although he wore a very serious face. I had a feeling I would most likely win this one easily.
"I swear Houshi, if you don't give me back my damn waffles I'm going to kill you!"
"How about, I give them back to you on one condition?"
"What condition?" I muttered through gritted teeth.
"Why don't you give me a kiss for them? One kiss and I'll give you all the waffles in the world,"
In all honesty, I almost gave in. I almost reached up and gave him the biggest kiss of my life but like I said, almost. Instead I looked at his chest and shrugged my shoulders. When I looked back up at him, his eyes no longer displayed his playfulness. Instead, he had this look of, could it possibly be, lust? Looking back down I could feel a blush creep up on my face and instead of chickening out, I quickly went and planted a kiss right on his chest. I looked up at him and I smirked, this had caught him off guard.
"You said a kiss, but you didn't say where. Now give me my waffles, I won them," I didn't wait for him to give them to me, instead I grabbed them from his hand and walked back to my original spot on the table. "Did you make bacon?"
He finally was brought out of his shock with my simple question. He looked over at me and smiled. "Yes, I made bacon, but I think I should do what I did earlier, just make it a little more specific,"
"How about, you just give me some damn bacon,"
Miroku laughed but obliged. He chatted with me about some non important things that had happened at school while he visited and while he talked he set down some bacon on my plate and served me a glass of milk. Even I had to admit, his cooking was better than mine. I guessed it was because Miroku had been alone most of his life. His guardian, up until recently, had taken care of him when his mom split and then when his father died but even at that, Mushin hadn't really taken care of him, more like Miroku took care of Mushin. From a small age Miroku had learned how to cook and by the time he knew it, he loved it.
While I was thinking about this, Miroku had sat down in front of me and began eating his own food. His waffles just had syrup, so plain. I took a big bite out of one of my waffles and I could feel the syrup dripping off my chin. I began making little noises of protest and he laughed the whole time. In my mind I was cursing him out but I wasn't too sure if he understood me or not. I grabbed a napkin and wet it before whipping it off. I glared at him and threw the now wet and sticky napkin at him, which he easily dodged.
"C'mon now, Sango, it was funny," he said still laughing.
"Maybe to you, but not to me, it felt so gross and I just took a bath too!"
He laughed for awhile longer while I glared at him. In no time we finished our waffles and I helped him clean up all the dishes. He washed and rinsed while I dried and put them all away. When we were finished he sat down on the couch and I sat on the love seat, my legs tucked under me.
"So…you said yesterday that you were going to help me, just how exactly are you going to do that?" I asked him curiously.
He had this look on his face that shoed he was really thinking about it. But then he had to open his big, perverted mouth and ruin all the respect I had for him, well whatever was left of it anyway.
"You could always marry me, I'm sure then you'd be able to get away from him, and we could get past our little friendship faze,"
"Shut up, Miroku, I'm being serious here!"
"So am I,"
When I looked over at him, I knew he was being honest. You would think my face would get tired of blushing, either that or it would permanently have a blush painted onto my face, but everything this guy was saying struck me like lightning inside my heart and I don't think I would have minded being married to him. But we were too young, not to mention my dad would surely come after us. He never knew I had boys for friends and I would like to keep it like that, at least for the time being. He was still staring at me and he gave me this huge smile that almost made me say yes, almost.
"Miroku, that is not going to happen,"
"You hurt me with your words Sango, but I shall withdraw my proposal," he looked away towards where the T.V. was at and let out a very loud sigh. "I'm not really sure what we're going to do, to be honest. What we could possibly do, is talk to a lawyer and see the different things that could possibly get you out. I'm sure you can become independent on your own, but I'm afraid you might have to live on your own."
"You don't want me to live by myself?"
"I'd rather have you close by, in case your dad does find where you are, if that were to happen. I'd want you to be at least a few blocks away in case such thing would happen. But in all honesty, I'd rather have you here. It wouldn't be the same not being able to see you all the time,"
I looked away, too embarrassed and excited to look at him. My feelings were starting to get the best of me and I knew that if I stayed here, I'd end up doing something I may regret in the future. But when I looked over at him I just had to smile. This man cared so much for me it was so unreal. I had always figured all men were the same, they looked nice and caring on the outside, but on the inside, they were horrible monsters. But seeing this man, I knew he was exactly the opposite. He cared for me, he wanted me safe, and hell he may even love me. Wait a minute, maybe not that last one…
"Why does it always look like you're arguing with yourself?"
"Because I am," I answered not looking at him. I was pretty sure my face was still read from my embarrassment.
"What are you arguing about?"
"Nothing really important, anyways, what do you wanna do today? I mean it's barely eleven fifteen, we have plenty of time to do whatever,"
"How about, we go down to the beach?"
"It's too cold for the beach,"
"It's only the beginning of fall, it's not going to be that cold,"
"I didn't even bring a bathing suit, what am I going to swim in?" He smiled at me and I glared. If he said naked I swear I would kill him…
"I'll buy you one when we get to the beach, now come on I'm bored and there's nothing to do at my house except sit around or have sex and since you won't have sex with me we might as well go to the beach!"
"You're such a pervert…but alright, we can go to the beach," He threw his fist in the air and I laughed. Miroku can be such a moron at times. I stood up from the couch and stretched and when I did one of the bruises stretches out too making me wince in pain. "I hope you're planning on getting me a one piece…"
"I had wanted to get you a two piece that barely covered anything, but if you want a one piece that's fine,"
"You do know why I want one, right?"
Miroku looked over at me and sighed; "Now I do, forgive me Sango for being so careless. If it makes you feel better, you can always wear one of my longer shirts over it,"
"Perhaps I will…I don't want everyone to see them and freak out…"
"They would have no reason too, if they're only looking at your bruises they aren't looking at you, and they would have to be stupid because, Sango, you truly are beautiful,"
I was shocked into silence by this man once again. I didn't think I could blush anymore, but, alas, there was a blush on my face. Instead of looking away I looked right into his eyes as he moved closer and closer to me. Was he going to kiss me again? If he did would I kiss him back or just stand there? I had lost my first kiss in middle school when I dated this one guy but would it be different a second time? I hoped so, my first kiss was ridiculous!
Miroku was right in front of me now. I kept my gaze into his and I could barely see his right hand moving up, but what I felt was his right hand rest against my bruised cheek tenderly. His other hand went down to my waist and ever so gently; he pulled me against his body. I let out a small sigh and I shivered in delight when his left hand touched the small of my back. His violet colored eyes looking into my chocolate ones and the moment his lips would have touched mine; there was a bang on the door.
"Miroku, I know you're in there! And I know Sango is too I can smell her! Open the door!" Inuyasha yelled. He kept banging on the door waiting for one of us to answer but it seemed as if Miroku couldn't tear his eyes away from mine.
"You better open the door before Inuyasha breaks it down…" I whispered out. He pulled away from me rather fast like and I felt a cold breeze hit me. Was it always this cold when Miroku wasn't around?
I watched as he went towards the door and unlocked it, letting in a very pissed off looking half demon and right behind him was a very worried looking human girl.
"Sango, oh my goodness, why weren't you at school? And why are you here of all places? What's going on? Miroku what did you do to her?" Kagome shot off angrily. So like Kagome, she doesn't give anyone time to talk.
"Hey, I didn't do anything! I would have if you two didn't barge in like you did,"
I swear by the end of my day my face was going to permanently stay red. Kagome looked at me in shock and Inuyasha had this weird smirk on his face that I wished I could slap off. Miroku on the other hand, looked both calm and angry, if such a thing were possible. There was a moment of silence in which Kagome and Inuyasha were just staring at Miroku and I. They were waiting for an explanation and I wasn't sure I wanted to give them one.
"Alright, both of you lied last night when you said you were taking Sango home," Inuyasha stated breaking the silence. "Don't lie because I can smell Sango everywhere in this house and it's very recent. Not to mention I can smell her scent coming from the guest room. So you two have a lot of explaining to do,"
Once again, silence. I wasn't sure what to say, this was just all too soon for me. I breathed in a deep breath and I was about to spill when Miroku spoke first.
"If you really must know, then I will tell you," he said while standing next to me. "Since you guys are so nosey, I'll just come out and say it. Sango and I are dating, we've been dating for a month already, but my dearest love Sango wasn't ready to say anything yet because she was so shy. She only stayed because we plan to move in together and she wanted to see how it would be like. That's why she spent the night,"
You know those parts in anime, where everyone is just looking at the person who spoke such dumb words, meaning Miroku, and they had sweat drops all over them while the person who was embarrassed, that would be me, is just standing there ready to beat the crap out of the person who said dumb things? Well, that would have been all of us right at this very moment.
"Are you being serious? It's kind of hard to tell but judging by Sango's face I'm pretty sure you're lying to us Houshi," Inuyasha said, once again breaking the silence.
"Of course he's lying!" I yelled out. "Miroku, you're such an idiot!" I looked over at him and he smiled that stupid grin of his.
"Sango, please, tell us what's wrong. We're your best friends, Sango, and we want to be here for you, but we can't if you won't say anything,"
"I know, Kagome, but I'm not ready just yet," I said looking up at her. I regretted it because she had the most painful look on her face and I wish I could take it back but, I wasn't ready for everyone to know the truth. "I know I'm being selfish but I just can't, not yet,"
I sat back down on the couch I had once occupied and Miroku sat down next to me. I put my head in my hands and I could feel Miroku gently touching my arm, comforting me into knowing I was right there if I needed him. I heard Kagome and Inuyasha sit down on the bigger couch, just staring at us I was pretty sure. Kagome was sniffling in the background and I felt horrible for making my best friend cry. I am horrible…I've brought so much pain to my friends. I wasn't even a good friend to them, and I didn't deserve them. I looked up and my eyes met Inuyasha's. It's almost like he knew what was going on. I wouldn't put it past him; he was a demon after all. He could probably see past the makeup I used on some parts of my body, namely my cheeks and parts of my hands. His golden eyes kept staring into mine and I had to hang my head in shame.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry," I sobbed. "I'm such a horrible person for keeping this from you; I'm sorry Kagome and Inuyasha. I should have told you guys, I should have even told Kouga. I should have told all of you the moment it happened and maybe it wouldn't have gotten this far, I'm so sorry you guys!"
"Sango what is is that happened? Please tell us what happened that has made you like this!" Kagome said crying too.
"I can't…I can't get it out. I know what I want to say but it won't form words," I said like an idiot.
"Do you want me to tell them?" Miroku asked.
"No, you've done so much for me already, I'll tell them myself…" I managed to say. I was starting to hiccup and that was never a good sign. I hoped that I wouldn't pass out from lack of air.
"Take your time, Sango," Inuyasha said. "We're still going to be here, even if you do pass out, and you will if you don't calm the hell down!"
That Inuyasha, always so understanding, I thought. I started laughing at my inner thoughts and I was sure they thought I was crazy. But then again, I think I'm crazy too. I took in a deep breath and looked at first Inuyasha, then Kagome, and lastly, Miroku.
"Alright, I'll tell you everything, from the beginning until the end, but please don't say anything until after I finished, ok?" Kagome nodded eagerly and Inuyasha just feh'd his agreement. I took in another deep breath and looked down at my hands as I muttered those three words. "I was abused,"
And so ends another chapter. I was trying to make them longer than the actual chapters I wrote for the original story, but I didn't want to drag this chapter out more than it already has. But I'm rather proud of myself.
Sorry for the long update. I don't like to force out my writing very much because then it comes out crappy and I'm pretty anal about how everything goes. I might even rewrite this chapter later on because I'm still not very happy about the middle and part of the ending.
So now the gang (well half of it, the important half) knows about Sango. How will they react? Well, you're gonna have to wait until chapter three.
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