CHAPT 2 EDITED!

I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA!

The night was brisk and dark. If not for the street lights Miroku probably would not have been able to walk home. He decided to walk because he needed to clear his head and think. He could have easily called his driver to pick him up, one of the perks of inheriting his father's fortune and company. He deeply inhaled the cold air as he walked fast paced down the dirty New York City sidewalks. As he hiked his way home, his thoughts turned to Sango. 'Why do I care for her so much? All she ever does is insult me and deny my advances. What is so special about her? I can have any woman I want.' He was right. Ever since Miroku's father died and he gained control of Kazaana Corporation, an Energy Research Company, he has had woman throwing themselves at him. He, of course, welcomed his new found popularity among the ladies with open arms. That is until he met Sango. She frustrated him. She was obviously too proud to notice how much effort he put into her gift. He asked her friends what she liked and he paid a specialty jewelry craftsman to make the locket. She never noticed his efforts to try and get her attention.

She always looked at him with such disgust when he was womanizing. It made him think, 'Am I taking this to the extreme?' He no longer found himself waking up to another woman every day. His bed was now only for sleep. 'How, on earth, did I let a woman affect me so much?! It's not like it would be cheating, we're not even together. We can barely call ourselves friends.' He changed for her. They weren't even together and he was already changing for her. Still, he wanted her. She was a challenge, but at the same time he could see she was in pain, just as he was and had been. He wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to know why she always looked so lonely and sad. It led him to think, 'Maybe we have more in common than I thought.'

Miroku had never been quite the same since his father died. He watched his father wither away into nothing but skin and bones from the cancer that plagued his body. Miroku and his father were never terribly close; in fact their relationship could be seen as master and apprentice if anything. Miroku spent the most time with his father when he was dying. It was devastating to see the man he saw as immortal, dying. Finally when his father lost his battle, Miroku became aware of his own mortality, but more than anything he missed his father and knew that nothing would be the same ever again. He wished he could tell Sango everything he was feeling too. He wanted to let out his pain to a woman who loved him. He wanted what Inuyasha had, a woman who cared. The women he did meet never really cared about him. They just wanted him for his money. He somehow knew that Sango did not care about money. She had a career and made her own living.

After an hour, he reached his apartment. The huge skyscraper towered amongst the other building and at night it looked like a monster, ominously stalking the city. Miroku walked past the security guard straight to the elevator. He lived on the top floor, in the suite, another perk. He reached the 35th floor and sauntered down the hallway to his door. His apartment was big! It had all of the typical amenities of a hotel and all the charm of a museum. Everything seemed untouchable. The expensive art, the elaborate furniture, even the floors were too nice to walk on. There was nothing inviting about his apartment. It was not a home for Miroku. It may be because he didn't know what a home was. He had been sent to boarding schools his whole life. He never had a place of his own. He did not know what a home needed. He just felt empty wherever he lived.

Miroku sighed, "Home sweet home." There was a wave of sarcasm in his voice. He removed his black, tweed coat. All of the walking and thinking had made him sweaty. His body ached in pain. His feet throbbed and he was regretting his decision to walk. He was ready to collapse when he noticed that something was amiss. Then he sensed that there was someone else in his apartment. He heard someone moving in his bedroom. 'A burglar? That's impossible! He could never get past security.' He grabbed a knife from a drawer in the kitchen. He tip toed to the bedroom door. He pushed the door open and there were candles lit and sensual music playing, but the most surprising thing the room was a naked woman lying on the bed. "Hi, Miroku."

Miroku sighed, "Shima, what are you doing here?" Miroku cursed himself, 'I forgot to change the locks. She just won't give up will she?'

"Why do you think?" She said playfully. Shima was a petite young woman who looked like she was barely 18. Her black hair grazed her supple breasts. Miroku could not help but lick his lips at the sight of her there on his bed. It had been a long time since he felt a woman's touch. He had to resort to pleasuring himself because of how guilty Sango made him feel. He met Shima at a company party and they slept together that same night. Shima and Miroku dated briefly in July. He wanted it to be just a one night stand but she coaxed him into going out to dinner and she managed to get him to copy a key for her since every date ended in sex. 'I must remember to change the locks tomorrow.' Miroku did not care for Shima. Their relationship was merely about lust and money. She acted like a prostitute. She only wanted him so he could buy her gifts. Miroku felt no pity for her. 'Oh well, I might as well have some fun.' Miroku smirked he was intrigued by her determination. "Alright." He answered her seductive gaze with an arrogant glance.

Shima crawled toward him with cat-like grace. Miroku started to undo his tie as she went to the buttons on his shirt. She was kneeling on the bed when he started to kiss her neck. Her pale skin flushed red where Miroku nipped her neck as she moaned from the slight pain. His shirt was tossed to the side and he over took her forcing her on her back. 'God, it has been so long! Oh I am going to give it to her tonight!' Miroku moved his hand over her left breast, which had become perky from the waves of arousal. He squeezed her breast and started kneading while continuing to nibble at her neck. Shima moaned and whispered his name. 'She won't be whispering later! I hope we don't wake up the entire building!' He laughed to himself. Miroku moved his lips down to her collarbone and to her right breast. He licked her nipple causing it to become harder. He started kissing her breast nipping it lightly in the process. He bit down on it causing her to yelp in pain. She giggled, "That's right baby I like it rough!" He smirked, "I know you do." Miroku took pride in being an exceptional lover. He was a sex machine. He was gifted in the art of how to please a woman. Tonight, however, he was more concerned with pleasing himself. He was being extremely selfish with his foreplay. He wanted her to feel pain because it turned him on and he wanted her to feel what he felt inside.

Miroku heard his phone ring, 'Fuck! I'll let the machine get it.' He continued his kissing on Shima's breasts. The machine beeped. "Hey, Miroku, it's Sango." Miroku stopped, "Listen I just wanted to say, thank you for the necklace, it's beautiful and I love it." There was a pause and Miroku could hear her sigh. "I also wanted to apologize for early. I've been having a really tough time and I should not have taken out my frustration on you. Well, thank you again for the necklace. Hope to talk to you soon." The message ended and Miroku broke away from Shima. He sat up on the bed and turned away from her. He buried his face into his hands and ran his fingers through his hair pulling at it. Shima sat up and placed her hands on his shoulders. He shrugged them off coldly.

"You should leave." Miroku mumbled callously. He rose from the bed and snatched his shirt from the floor. "Please go." She gathered up her clothes and cursed at him, "Fuck you, Miroku!" He went into the adjoining bathroom to escape her. He managed to catch his reflection in the mirror. He looked at himself intently and hatefully. He couldn't help be disgusted with himself. He turned the cold water on and splashed his face with it. The cold water woke him up out of his lust trance that Shima had put him in. He heard the front door slam, she was gone. 'Thank goodness.' Miroku continued to stare at himself. "You're pathetic! Using a poor confused woman like that! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" All he cared about was sex. He was constantly giving into desire. He was weak. His father would be ashamed at the man his son had become. He was a man who slept around with any woman who threw themselves at him. Did he forget his honor? He couldn't take it anymore. The more he looked at himself in the mirror the more he hated himself. Miroku was filled with so much anger he slammed his fists violently against the mirror. He continued to force his hands through the mirror. It shattered under the force of his punches and shards flew everywhere. Pieces of mirror dug into his hands and blood covered his hands. He didn't care. He couldn't stand to look at himself anymore.

Miroku finally realized how badly he was bleeding. "Fuck!" he cursed softly in pain. He cleared the floor and sat. He squinted at the searing pain that throbbed in his hands. He slowly and carefully picked out the shards of mirror in his hands. Sharp pains went through his entire body. Each shard that he took out released even more blood from the vein and arteries in his hands. His hands looked like a child's when they finger painted in school. He managed to lift himself up from the floor leaving red stains on the white tiles. Miroku ran his hands under the still running water. The pain started to throb harder into his hands. He quickly ripped pieces of cloth from his shirt and wrapped his hands with them. The blood started to clot and his pain subsided into burning. "I'm so stupid. I can't do anything right!" Miroku opened the medicine cabinet that was behind the destroyed mirror. He took two pain killers and sauntered back to his bed. He would go to the hospital in the morning. He didn't think it was necessary for him to go now. That might have been the pain killers talking. He collapsed onto his bed in shock and welcomed sweet slumber.

Miroku awoke as his eyes were burnt by the sunlight that filled his bedroom. Miroku moaned in pain. His head ached and his hands felt like they were on fire. He suddenly remembered all that had happened the previous night and he still felt hatred toward himself. He rolled out of bed with out ease and managed to stand straight. He felt as if he were hung over. He wobbled to his living room where the message machine blinked. He suddenly remembered Sango's message from the night before. 'Oh God, I made her feel bad last night, when I left! I'm such an idiot.' He slammed his fist on the machine, briefly forgetting the pain he had inflicted on them the night before. He cried out in pain. "Fuck me!" Another new message played. "Hey Miroku, it's Inuyasha. Listen, Kagome wants me to invite you to this stupid dinner party she's throwing tomorrow. Ow! Kagome don't hit me! You're so stupid!" "What did you say?" Kagome shrieked. "Hold on! Ok, it's tomorrow at 8, our apartment, see you then man." Click.

Miroku sighed, "I guess Sango will be there too. But first I have to have those locks changed." He looked at his hands, "and see a doctor."

Aw poor Miroku! PS Shima is the girl that he promised he would marry, in the show, and Sango freaked out!

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