Two

May 14, 1991

"I am so tired of this, Miroku!" an angry Sango screamed. She was putting on quite a show for the people walking down the hallways of Nigita High School. Her anger was directed at her boyfriend of four years, who stood dumbfounded before her. "For the last four years I have watched you ruthlessly flirt with any woman that came your way. Do you even care about me?" She asked, close to tears.

"Keep it down." Miroku warned as he looked all over the room to see who was watching them. Many eyes were glued to them, and many people had already started whispering to one another.

Sango's crying became more audible. "Do...Do you even love me?"

That question pierced Miroku right down to his very soul. It hurt him more than anything knowing that the girl that he had shared so many amazing moments, and kisses, and conversations with was doubting how he truly felt about her. Miroku's flirting was something that was just far beyond hsi own control. There was nothing he could do to stop. He knew that nasty rumors would be spread about him and his girl, so he tried to stop her before it got too out of hand. He slowly approached her and embraced her tightly, trying to comfort her and black out the sound of her sobs. "You know I do. I love you so much, and those other girls are merely acquaintances. They mean nothing."

"Bullshit!" Sango screamed, freeing herself from his grasp by waving her arms wildly. When she brought her hand down she used it to punch the locker beside her. The sound of the crash that formed from the metal locker was enough to silence the entire earth. "How do I know that all these years haven't been a lie, and that you haven't been sleeping around, or something?"

Miroku was at a loss for words. He had never been accused of anything like this by anyone. He never thought in a million years that the girl he loved so deeply would even think such ridiculous things. "San, you know I haven't. I would never do that to you." He said, his voice breaking gradually.

Her heart always melted when he called her by her nickname, but not this time. This time it wasn't having any affect on her. She reached up behind her neck and unclasped a gorgeous diamond necklace that she was wearing. The charm on it was an equally lovely diamond heart, with her aquamarine birthstone in the middle. It was a necklace that Miroku had saved up for for almost two years. He had given it to her for Valentine's Day that year. She looked at the beautiful jewel, then hesitantly placed it in his hand. Tears were running full force down her face, messing up her nice makeup job. "I'm sorry, Miroku. I-I c-can't do this a-anymore."

With that, she walked away. Leaving all memories and feelings of him behind her.

The broken boy just stood there. He could not will his body to move. He couldn't think. He had caused someone he loved so much pain, that they completely gave up on him. It was his cursed bloodline that he had to blame for his flirtatious acts. They truly meant nothing. He couldn't believe that after all these years, she still didn't realize that. He couldn't believe how little she actually trusted him. Finally gaining some control back, all he could do was clench the gem tightly in his hand. He scowled loudly until it turned into a pained scream of rage. He repeatedly kicked the locker that Sango had already dented with her fist, his mind consumed in anger and sadness. When his tantrum was completed, he ran outside to the hill behind their school, and fell to the ground on his knees.

Something inside Miroku snapped that day. His normal kind heart never returned. He was sure that the only way he would live would be angry and alone.

...

Present Day

"What are you talking about, Miroku?" Sango asked, feeling both confused and nervous.

The man only flipped his raven hair away from his eyes. He looked stern and frightening. Sango was afraid that if she made any sudden movement or noise that he would pounce on her and eat her alive. After a long sigh he answered, "I thought that it was because I was a flirt. I was starting to get better and I was going to try and make things better between us." Then, the most wicked smile Sango had ever seen stretched across his face. "Until I discovered the REAL reason you left."

"I-I don't..." was all she could say.

"I saw you with Kuronosuke about a month later. You were on the school bleachers, laughing and having fun. I thought nothing of it until I saw him kiss you." He had turned his head away from Sango at this point. He couldn't even look at her. "I'll never forget the pain I felt in my chest. Knowing that you ended our four year relationship for my fucking brother doesn't sit well with me."

She was surprised to hear him share this. Especially the way he spoke. As long as she has known him, he never once swore in front of her. He had always believed that a woman should never be exposed to the language of men. Thinking for a moment, she remembered the exact incident that Miroku was referring to. She had looked to Miroku's brother for comfort, and ended up finding him too charming to ignore. And now she was carrying his baby. She knew that the whole timing of the situation made things look very bad, but she tried her best to defend herself.

"Miroku, you know that's not why. I wanted to be with someone who loved me unconditionally and didn't share any of those feelings with other girls! I loved you, but I was tired of the immaturity."

"Shut up."

Those words came out of him so stern and cold. Sango literally felt a chill down her spine. Her eyes were beginning to tear up. She didn't know if it was guilt or fear that caused them.

"I don't really care whether or not you loved me," Miroku began, hissing. "I just can't believe I thought I could trust you. Now you two are married and it makes me ill. The only reason I'm here today is because Kuronosuke is my brother, I don't give a damn about you or your stupid feelings."

"N-Nothing at all?" Sango asked hesitantly. She was crying hard now. Miroku just shook his head. He had no remorse or pity for the girl beside him. The girl he once loved with all his heart, and now has nothing but bitter grievences toward.

Miroku didn't answer her. He just threw the cigarette down and crushed it under his foot, then walked away in total silence. After a few moments, Sango followed him back into the house. She was completely hurt knowing that he didn't want anything to do with her. As a friend or otherwise. She arrived back in the house and walked past the dining area. Her husband caught sight of her.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He asked, catching glimpses of her tear stained face. Sango tried her best to whipe the marks away so it wouldn't seem suspicious. She said the only thing she could think of.

"Oh, the baby has been very restless. It's causing me a lot of pain." She couldn't believe she was lying to her husband like that. She had never lied to anyone close to her before. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew something else was going on. Before he had any chance to retaliate, Sango spoke up again. "I'm going to lay down and rest for a bit. I can't keep standing up so much."

Kuronosuke knew his wife wasn't in any state to argue, so he nodded and ordered Kohaku to go keep her company. Kohaku agreed and helped his sister up the stairs to their bedroom. Miroku was standing beside his brother. He didn't seem to be bothered at all by what just happened.

'Maybe, I truly am meant to be alone.'

That thought raced through his mind, but he just shrugged it off. He wasn't in a thinking kind of mood today. The sheer awkwardness of this moment was interrupted when Inuyasha stood up from his seat, where he had been this entire time. "It's getting late, Kuronosuke. We should really be getting home." It was obvious the real reason he wanted to leave was because him and Kagome were becoming uncomfortable with the entire situation that was going on. Even they saw through Sango's little act.

"Oh?" Kuronosuke asked. Kagome gave him a concerned nod. "If you must. I'll see you all later then?" That was a sign that he wanted Miroku out as well. Miroku was more than happy to oblige and started heading for the door. Inuyasha and Kagome said their goodbyes, and Kagome hollered up the stairs to Sango, informing her that they were all taking off. Miroku was already long-gone by that point.

...

'Maybe, I truely am meant to be alone.'

"Dammit, what is wrong with me," Miroku asked himself as he drove furiously down the road, "Why do I keep thinking that?" He couldn't remove the terrible image from his mind. The thought of him on his death bed, reaching out for someone. Someone to tell him that he is loved and will be missed dearly. But no one is there. He is dying alone as a broken, bitter old man. "I really messed this one up, didn't I?"

...

Kuronosuke dragged himself up to the second floor of his home. He turned the corner to enter his large master bedroom. He entered the large, and beautifully decorated room. They had their own miniature living room set in the front witha love seat and small television set. The bed portion and the living spave portion were separated by a sliding door that was always left open. He saw Sango laying on the bed on her side, with Kohaku gently rubbing her back. He didn't understand the kind of pain Sango was supposedly going through, so he did his best. "Thank you, Kohaku. I can take it from here." Kuronosuke said, smiling.

The young boy nodded, and gave his sister a small kiss on the side of the head before running off to his room. Kuronosuke took over Kohaku's spot, and put his arm around the nearly sleeping Sango. His arm tickled when he felt Sango lift her head up to gently kiss his bicep. He chuckled softly at her actions. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." Her answer was sharp and cold. Kuronosuke knew his wife all too well, and knew when something was wrong with her. He just wished that she would tell him.

"Sango, honey, I hope you know that you can always share whatever is on your mind." he reassured his wife, and reached his arm over to gently stroke her hair. He let his hand then slide down her side, and caress her smooth thighs through her maternity jeans.

"Kuronosuke..." Sango began weakly, tears forming once again, "You know I love you right? More than anyone else in the world?"

Kuronosuke couldn't see the baby tears that had formed in Sango's eyes, because she was turned on her side facing the wall, so he didn't realize how upset she was. "Yes. You know that I love you as well." Then, he heard the small sniffles coming from Sango, "what is it? What did Miroku say to you?" he asked, fuming.

Sango ignored him, but a sweet smile formed across her face. "That's all I needed to hear." She closed her eyes and let the tears fall. Whether they were happiness from the true love she found, or sadness because of what Miroku had so viciously said to her, she could never know.

...

'Maybe, I truly am meant to be alone.'

"SHIT!" Miroku screamed as he opened the door to the shabby little hut he called a home. Paint was chipping off the walls, the furniture was bent and broken from years of use, and his bed was nothing but a small mattress in the corner. He threw his car keys on the ground and plopped face first on to the old couch. "I never cared about being alone before, why should it matter now?" he pondered this for a moment and closed his eyes.

'Maybe, I'm realizing I don't want to be.'

That thought made his eyes fly back open. This couldn't be true. For the last seven years he had been living a life of anger and solitude. He only found release in painting. It was his favorite thing to do, and he could paint anything he wanted to perfectly. It was also a great way to get women for a night. He would tell them that he was an artist, and they would want to be painted by him. His hard work was rewarded by some sexual playing and teasing afterwards. He had been fine living this life style. He barely made enough money to live by, but it's what made him happy. "How dare he call this a hobby." He growled under his breath, remembering what his brother had said to him earlier that day.

He noticed a stack of his most recent work in a neat pile on the far side of the room. He knew that he truly was talented in his work, but not many people will buy from someone who isn't world famous. He was always successful, however, in getting those beautiful one-night sexual encounters of his to buy something. But, maybe, he was finally done with all that. Maybe he needed a woman to finally thaw out his heart after the so-called 'evil' Sango had froze it.

"Whatever." He sighed angrily, "not like any woman will put up with me anyway." He stared blankly up at the ceiling, deep in thought. What would his fate be? Would he be alone, or will he become happy and wealthy like his brother? It wasn't something that he usually thought about, so it was new for him. He closed his eyes to ponder deeper about his future, but ended up falling asleep in the middle of it all.

'I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to find true love.'

...

Another short chapter. Sorry for it starting off slow, but the plot will come in by the next two chapters, I promise.
I hope you all are enjoying reading, because I am definitely having fun writing.
See you all soon :)