CHAPT 4!!! NO LEMONS IN THIS ONE, SORRY FOR THE OTHER HENTAI OUT THERE!!! Read and Review!!!
Sango stumbled to the elevator with Miroku following closely behind. Sango could not believe how tipsy she was from the alcohol. 'Wow how much whiskey did Kagome put in those drinks.' She pushed the button to the elevator and waited impatiently next to Miroku. She could smell his cologne. It was musky and reminded her of autumn leaves falling in a forest. She wanted to bathe in his scent. She wished she knew what it was so that she could buy his cologne and spray her pillow with it. She couldn't help but smile.
"Do you want your coat?" Miroku inquired nervously. 'Why am I so nervous? It's not like this was a date or anything.' "Oh, Thanks." She answered quietly. She moved closer to him so he could slip her coat onto her body. Their bodies lightly brushed each other and Sango developed a rosy glow on her face. Her heart raced at the thought of touching him. She wanted to caress his soft skin with her finger tips. Sango was surprised by her feelings. She had never felt this way around Miroku. The elevator door opened and she quickly stepped in and Miroku followed.
He stole glances at her when she was not paying attention. God she was ravishing. She was a very classic beauty. She was still very different than any other girl he knew. She did not know how beautiful she was exactly. She played with the necklace nervously. The gold chain laced between her fingers and the locket itself slid along the chain freely. She was clearly uncomfortable. He couldn't help himself he had to voice his happiness. "I'm glad you wore the necklace." He commented quietly.
Her face turned one shade redder. 'He noticed.' She stared at the floor, "Oh, thank you for getting it for me. I didn't even remember my own birthday! Yet you got me this beautiful necklace. I didn't know you knew my birthday, I mean, I don't remember telling you," she stumbled over her words attempting to hide how nervous he made her. She wanted so much to tell him how much the gift really meant to her, but she was afraid of pushing him away.
"Well, we met on your birthday." Miroku muttered. It killed him. 'She doesn't even remember. I am hopeless.' How could she feel the same way about him? She didn't remember when they first met. He cursed himself for being so foolish.
"We did?" she was slightly upset that she didn't remember when they had met. 'I must not have talked to him, maybe he was just someone Kagome and Inuyasha randomly invited. Oh he must think I'm a horrible friend. He'll never feel the same way about me.' Sango wished she remembered what he was talking about but, alas, it was not found in her memory. She dug her nails into her hands out of frustration. The elevator doors opened and they exited.
"Yeah, I remember because I ran into you all at Nobu, they were celebrating your birthday and I had the chef make you a special dessert." He pulled out his cell and dialed for his driver to come pick them up. "Hey Carl—"
Sango was stunned, 'He remembers me from that long ago, that was two years ago! Maybe I did have him all wrong.' She smiled as he hung up his cell phone. Then it hit her. She remembered that when she saw him she thought he was so handsome. She wanted to get his number but he left before she could. She decided not to pursue him because Inuyasha warned her that he was a notorious playboy. She found out how much of a playboy when she saw him more often. She was thankful to Inuyasha for warning her. She thought Miroku's treatment of women was disgusting. The way he pursued women just for his own pleasures made Sango's stomach twist.
"He should be here in five minutes." Miroku informed her.
She nodded and said, "Thanks Miroku, you're a good friend." 'Friend…' She wasn't sure why she said that. She did not want him to think that she just saw him as a friend. Yet, she wasn't sure what she saw in him at all.
He laughed nervously. She had just stabbed his heart with a dull dagger. "Thanks. I try." 'Friend…' That word was a death sentence. It has often ripped the souls of many apart. Miroku spotted his car pull up to the sidewalk. "Come on we'd better go." He usher her outside to the Lincoln town car. Carl stepped out of the car, he was larger man with an expressionless look on his face, and opened the back seat door for Sango and Miroku. They both slid into the car and relaxed into the seat as Carl got back to the driver's seat. Sango shivered. October had arrived disguised as January. 'Soon it'll start snowing!' Miroku gave Carl Sango's address and they were on their way. "Are you feeling alright?" he asked. (Aw how sweet, don't say it's out of character, when it comes to Sango he is a sweetie!)
She nodded once more. She stole a glimpse of him. She started to notice how truly handsome he was. His jaw line was defined and masculine. His eyes were a beautiful deep purple and his untamed jet black hair poked out of his rat tail. Her thoughts started to turn to the night she remembered meeting Miroku. She was at a club with Kagome and Inuyasha showed up with his friend, Miroku. Miroku immediately started hitting on Sango. She shot him down many times and ultimately punched him when he grabbed her butt. He was a pig. She remembered thinking that he should be castrated for violating her. She wondered what had changed, 'He doesn't hit on me anymore, well except for my birthday. Yet he hadn't for a long time before that night. Does that make me sad?'
They arrived at her tall, steel apartment building and Miroku helped her out of the car. She was still very tipsy; she almost fell onto the sidewalk. "Here I'll help you upstairs." He joked. By that time Sango's face became bright red. 'I can't believe I'm embarrassing myself so much! He must think I'm a klutz!' Miroku helped her into her building. Dan was there to greet her and show some concern of course. He noticed that Miroku had his arm protectively around Sango. He was happy that she finally found a man! "Have a good night you too." He hinted and winked at Miroku.
When they reached her apartment Sango found herself ridiculously close to him. Her hands rested lightly on his chest and she could feel his heart beating fast. 'God he smells good!' She looked up at him he was smiling at her tenderly. She pulled away and fished into her pockets for her keys. She clumsily opened the door and turned to face him. She looked at him wondering if she should be bold and ask him. "Do you want to come in?" she asked timidly, unsure of his answer.
Miroku gasped and looked away from her, "I don't think that's such a good idea." He sighed. He wanted nothing more than to be with her, but his conscience got in the way. How could he take advantage of her? Normally, any other woman, he would be in there in a second. He wanted to it to be different with Sango. "Have a good evening." Miroku started to walk down the hallway—
"Please," she muttered trying to stifle her cries, "I don't want to be alone tonight. Please as a friend, just sleep on my couch." There was desperation in her voice that he could not deny. She looked at him longingly and pleaded. "We can have hot chocolate and watch movies. I need a friend tonight, ok?"
He looked at her. Her eyes were welling with tears and she was quivering. How could he deny her? She just needed a friend, not a lover. He complied and walked toward her. He followed her into her apartment. The apartment was quaint with a kitchen, dining, and living room all in the first room and the second room, he could only assume, was her bedroom. She hurriedly went to her kitchen and pulled out a box of Swiss Miss© from one of the cabinets. She promised hot chocolate and she needed to busy herself after causing that scene in the hallway. She filled two mugs with milk and heated them in the microwave. She poured the powder into two other mugs and poured the hot milk over the coco powder and placed two spoons into the mugs.
Miroku was slightly distressed by her behavior. Miroku went over to her, "Sango," he placed his hand on her shoulder, "breathe, please." He gazed into her eyes, concerned for her. He did not know what was wrong but he was going to find out. Sango did as he said, but the touch of his hand made her heart race. She handed him the mug in her right hand. She let out a sigh and walked over to her couch. She curled up next to Kirara and stirred her hot chocolate. Miroku joined her on the couch and sipped his hot chocolate. She looked at him and whispered, "Thank you." She smiled. He was a good friend to her.
He returned the smile, "What are friends for?" Sango grabbed her remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. Miroku interrupted, "No. We should talk instead." She looked at him with fear. He placed his hand on her knee reassuringly. "Ok." She did as he said and turned off the television and turned to face him. "What do you want to talk about?" she pet Kirara who was now in Sango's lap. She feared the worst.
"I want to talk about what just happened. Why do you need me here? You've always seemed so strong and confident—" He was interrupted by the sound of her sniffling.
"I'm sorry. I've just been so… lonely. Kagome moved in with Inuyasha, I'm alone here." She tried to choke back the tears. She managed to speak between sniffles. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought this on you like this."
Miroku could not believe that she trusted him that much. She was breaking down in front of him. Miroku, overcome with emotion, pulled Sango into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around her entire body and she trembled in his embrace. He held her tight and whispered in her ear, "It will be ok. Everyone feels this way sometimes. I know how you feel. Trust me." He tightened his grip on her and she buried her head into his chest.
Sango loved being in his arms. She felt safe and protected. She was tired of taking care of herself. She wanted someone to take care of her for once. Miroku was doing just that, taking care of her. "Thank you." She slowly pulled away from him and he wiped the tears off of her face. She smiled and continued to wipe lingering tears. "You're such a good friend Miroku."
He felt a sting, 'That word again…' He sighed and looked away, "Anything for you Sango." He wanted to be her protector. He wanted to hold her when she felt like she couldn't go on. He never wanted to have that responsibility until now.
A wave of exhaustion hit her. She rubbed her tired, sunken eyes. She got up from the couch and yawned. "I'm going to bed. You can sleep here on the couch. It's comfortable." She did not want him to leave. She still needed her protector there with her. She wanted to see him when she woke up.
He nodded and took off his coat. Sango went into her room to retrieve a spare pillow and blanket. She tossed them onto the couch and sat on the arm of the couch. She wanted to grab his face and kiss him softly on the lips. Unfortunately she was afraid of his reaction. She did the next best thing. She leaned into him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you again." She left him to escape to her bedroom. Miroku relished in the kiss Sango let on his cheek. He wanted to follow her into her bedroom and sleep next to her. He just wanted to old her, nothing dirty at all. Miroku turned off the lights and curled up onto the couch, "Sweet dreams." Kirara curled up onto Miroku's stomach and went to sleep with him.
Sango slipped into her purple pajamas and got into bed. She wanted to go back into the living room and lay with him. She wanted him to hold her in his arms again. She just wanted him. She crawled into bed slowly. She rested her head on the pillow and sighed and drifted off to sleep, hoping to dream of him. She awoke to the sound of her front door closing. She jolted up out of bed and looked at her alarm clock, 10:30. 'Fuck! I'm late!' She hurriedly grabbed a blouse and pencil skirt from her closet and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She grabbed a pair of black jimmy-choos and went into the kitchen. She found Miroku in the kitchen with a big brown paper bag in his arms.
"Good morning!" He greeted her with a large grin on her face.
"Um, morning, I thought you left. I heard the door so—"
"Oh I went to the deli and got bagels. I didn't know how you liked your bagel so I got a bunch of different kinds—" He fumbled with the bag and put it on the counter and started to pull out a bunch of different bagels.
Sango smiled. "I'll have an everything with cream cheese." She couldn't help but giggle. He was being so sweet, so nice, so not Miroku! He handed her what she asked for and grabbed a bagel for himself. "Listen I have to work, but thank you again for last night and the bagel!" She gave him a hug and squeezed him tightly.
Miroku smelled her sweet hair and exhaled. He pulled away, "Sango I…" 'Just tell her how you feel!'
She looked at him, "What?"
He looked into her eyes and then the ground, "Nothing. Have a good day at work." He couldn't do it. All she saw him as was a friend, well in his eyes anyway.
She looked confused at first and then smiled, "Thanks Miroku! We should hang out more." She kissed him on the cheek and followed him out of her apartment. They both went their separate ways, yet they were both thinking about the same thing, each other.
