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Chapter 3: Leaving

She listened while the phone rang, she counted inside her head. Five rings, that meant that he wasn't going to answer. 1, 2, 3, 4,… he answered. She cursed underneath her breathe, she thought she would be able just to leave a real quick message, and not even think about it. She inhaled a great amount of air, hoping that this conversation would be short and simple.

"Hey there!" Inuyasha said while answering.

She then exhaled, "Hey Inuyasha, how have you been?"

That's how their conversation started. Never did they know, that this was going to be one of their longest conversations since high school ended. Inuyasha talked about how he had broken up with his girlfriend, and was pursuing another. How his business had grown, and might be moving up. He just pretty much talked about everything, about his present life. Sango told him that she had seen Kagome earlier that day, how she had just gotten a puppy, which looked like it was about to go pee next to the television, and told him how she was just pretty much tired of everything.

He started to tell her how everything in the end would be fine, and everything would work out perfectly. How everything had always been perfect between the four, and things were going to be alright. She just thought about it, nothing would be right, unless she had him, which that could never happen.

Minutes turned into hours, her Chinese food had arrived, she had eaten it; she had put the puppy outside on a leash, tying it to something sturdy and letting the pup run around. She just giggled, and went back to her conversation on the phone.

Before she knew it, it was 2 a.m. Miroku stumbling inside the place, seeing that she was on the phone. He just smiled and lied on the couch next to her. Placing hot kisses on her shoulder blade. She smelt the alcohol that lingered from his lips; disgusting. She was still on the phone with Inuyasha.

"Can you hold on real quick?" She said into the phone. Inuyasha agreed, and she set down the phone. She tried to get Miroku to stand up, she needed him to get into the bed.

"Will you please get up for me?" She asked nicely, while rubbing his hand. Just because she wasn't in love with him anymore, didn't mean that she didn't care about him. He was still one of the most important people in her life, and she wasn't just going to let him lay there.

She was able to talk him into getting up, and walking to the bedroom. Sango quickly picked up the phone telling Inuyasha it would be a few minutes, and he agreed to wait till she got back onto the phone. Sango took off Miroku's shirt and pants; it would be highly uncomfortable for him to sleep that way. She went into the bathroom picking up the trash can, and setting it next to Miroku. She didn't need vomit everywhere.

"Sweetie, the trash can is right here," Sango said pointing to it. Miroku just stared at him, as if he was a foreigner and couldn't speak English. She just laughed, and tucked him. Staring into his almost violet eyes, she moved the stray hairs away from him face. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and she was about to leave till he grabbed her hand.

"I truly love you Sango my dear, I hope there is going to be a wonderful future for the two of us," and he let go. His eyelids falling down and his light snore started. She walked out of the room with tears in his eyes, and she got back on the phone with the patiently waiting Inuyasha.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Sango bit her lip, a single tear rolled down the side of her cheek.

"Nothing, sorry, so Miroku is now in bed." She said, trying to make her sound happy once again, but she knew she wouldn't be. She knew that by living this lie she would never truly be able to be happy ever again. Their conversation quickly went down hill and she decided that she was going to get off the phone. She said her goodbye, and lied on the couch staring at the phone. She needed to just let everything go, get away and try to be happy.

She cried herself to sleep that night, on the couch, clutching the phone in her hands.

Before she knew it, she was awoken by her new puppy licking her face. She shooed it away, trying to make it stop. It refused, and jumped on top of her body. She looked at the clock, it was 10. She slept her morning away, her favorite part of the day. The dog ran in circles on top of her body. Not trying to be mean or abusive, she pushed the dog up and walked into the bedroom. There lied Miroku, still asleep; she knew he was going to lose his job for being late so often.

That's something she loved about her job. She didn't have to wake up early every day. The office would call her whenever they needed her to go to a new place, and she would stay there and do what she needed to do till she was done and got enough research to write about it. She loved her job dearly, and she was happy that there weren't any new assignments; and there was going to be for another few weeks since she had just gotten back from Iceland.

She went into the bedroom, and looked at the sleeping man in her bed. She didn't know how to make it, so that she wouldn't be able to break his heart, but she guess it was going to have to happen sooner or later. She went into the kitchen, writing on a notepad writing that she was going to be at the store and she'll be home later. She also brought to aspirin and a cup of water for his hangover. She took all the things to the nightstand next the bed, where he slept and she kissed his forehead.

She left to go to the store, she needed food, and food was her comfort. She first stopped at a McDonalds, getting a fruit salad, and driving on towards the grocery store. She got a cart, looking at everybody around that was staring at her. She then realized that she had came to the store with her pajama's on once again, she just laughed at herself, so what if she was an adult in her pajama's at the store? She really didn't care.

She quickly went and got her some sushi for that afternoon, got her some ramen, chicken, stuff that she liked to eat. She went and checked out, and left. She went back home. Parking her car, and taking out her groceries she went inside. She closed the door behind her. Silence. She sat all the bags on top of the kitchen counter, she heard nothing, it was complete and utter silence. No rustling of the sheets, no heavy breathing, that meant he had left. She once again felt alone.

She put a cup of noodle with some water inside the microwave, and sat on the couch turning onto some soap opera's. This is what her days alone pertained to. She didn't have many friends around and most were guys that Miroku didn't approve of. The show didn't keep her interested more then a few seconds before she started to channel surf. Nothing interesting was on television. She curled up into another ball and waited only about another minute before the microwave started to beep.

She ate her noodle in silence, and it started to get to her. She wanted to be about people who were full of life. People who made her happy. Was that even possible anymore? She just needed to get away, and she decided she would.

She went into her bedroom, taking the suitcase that lied beneath her bed, and put on top of the bed. Opening it, making sure nothing was in there. She went into her closet and took out about a weeks worth of clothes. Going into her drawers and getting some more clothes. She went inside her bathroom getting things that she needed and when she was finally packed she saw that she didn't know where she was going. But she didn't mind at all. She took her cell phone charger and put it in her purse. Making sure her phone was off; she knew Miroku would be calling her about a million times as soon as he came home.

She started to leave him a note, saying that she had to go out and do some things at work and she would return in a week or so. She knew it was a lie, but it was the best one she could come up with in such short notice, and she couldn't have just wrote; I'm leaving, don't know where, be back soon. So this was the easiest way.

She carried her luggage out of her house and put it in her car. She went back into her house making sure she got everything she needed, and locked the door. She whispered a goodbye and left. She got inside her car, letting it take her wherever she needed.

She drove for hours, stopping at gas stations and Starbucks along the way. It grew dark quickly and she didn't realize how far she had driven and how long she really had gone. She looked at a sign; the next town is where Inuyasha lives in. She thought about it; and she decided that she would go see him.

A few more miles later, she took the exit, looking at the scenery. She knew how to get to Inuyasha's for she had visited him once, and she didn't think any of it. It was just going to be a visit for a few hours, and she would leave and find a motel that night. Then leave once again in the morning. She kept on driving for a few more minutes before turning into his drive way.

She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Then she realized what she was doing. He was going to think that she was crazy, which was entirely true right then. She was about to walk back to her car and drive away, but then Inuyasha had opened the door, looking at her with a huge smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Inuyasha asked, putting her hand on the door and leaning on the wall.

"I was just in the neighborhood and I thought of coming and saying hi and was seeing if you were busy or not. If you are, ill just go to the motel now," She said while starting to walk back to her car.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, not letting her walk any further. She looked back at his face, which lit up so well with his lovely eyes. He smiled and a smile started to grow upon her own face.

"I'm not busy, come in and have a few drinks with me," He took her hand and led her inside. She looked at his house in awe. She loved the way he had decorated it, and she couldn't believe he had done everything on his own. He led her into the kitchen, and he pointed to the chairs that were behind the counter. She went over and sat down, while Inuyasha went into his fridge bringing out two Smirnoff's. She shook her head in disagreement. She wasn't going to drink anything. She made a vow; she couldn't just break it like that. He put one back inside the fridge, and sitting next to her.

They sat there for a while, just talking. Her heart beating faster every time he would give her one of those smiles, or if he touched her. She thought she might die of ecstasy, she was just so happy.

Hours flew by, and she just giggled, she could never have these kind of conversations with Miroku. Never did, never will, and maybe that's what went wrong. There was just no way of communicating with him, unless he was completely plastered. She just laughed and shook her head, and Inuyasha looked at her strangely. He had said anything for her to do these motions, and she was just doing them out of no where.

"So, how are you and Miroku," Inuyasha finally said it. It was the fist time he had brought Miroku up. The first time in the longest time, and Sango didn't know if she was going to lie or tell him the truth.

"We're… its horrible. I can't stand being near him, and that's why I left. I loved him so long ago, but now I want something more, something real." She said, she looked at the ground while she let it out. She couldn't look into Inuyasha's face, because by her eyes she would have told him the entire truth. About who she really did love.

They soon went into the living room, talking some more about how things had been, but soon Inuyasha needed another Smirnoff. He got up, leaving Sango where she sat. He returned not even minutes later, and there she lied, sprawled over the couch. She was asleep, and he smiled. He went into the hall closet and bringing out a blanket, and put it over her. He looked at her, with every emotion and feeling in his eyes, and kissed her cheek goodnight.

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