I didn't think I'd get the next chapter up so soon...Thank you to sexyinnocents and KiraraGoesMeow for reviewing the last chapter!
sexyinnocents: Tell me about it! Rape is really hard to write about! I'm glad I'm doing a good job of writing it so far. Yeah, I was actually waiting for someone to point that out. I realized that a little too late, but I went and edited out some of Sango's thoughts. Glad you like the story!
KiraraGoesMeow: haha, yes. Miroku had a very pleasant dream that he desperately wishes was a reality. Your review made me smile for the rest of the day. I love getting reviews like that. They make my day. I'm starting to think creativity is frowned upon too. I write in nearly every class I have whenever we have free time. I usually write for the entire time I'm in my Spanish or English since my English teacher's voice is so easy to drown out. We don't do anything either. She talks about racism and such. My Spanish teacher's really forgetful, so there'll be days where we literally don't do anything.
Here's the new chapter!
Disclaimer: All characters go to Rumiko Takahashi.
Chapter four: Bottled Up
Sango had breakfast and then went upstairs for another nap. Miroku knew that she was uncomfortable in the clothes he'd lent her, so he took a chance and drove to Sango's house. since Kohaku left, the door was blocked He dashed into the house and quickly went into Sango's room. Sango's room was neat and tidy. He spotter her dressing table and almost opened it.
"Wait! What if I open the wrong drawer?" panicked Miroku. He decided to risk it and hesitantly opened the top left drawer. Jeans and sweats. The one next to it had lots of lotions, perfumes, and others things of that nature. The next drawer contained light colored t-shirts and blouses. The third drawer contained dark colored t-shirts and blouses. Miroku eyed the last two drawers. He tentatively opened the bottom left and sighed in relief. Pajamas. Miroku avoided the last drawer all together. He noticed her closet door and decided to see if there was anything else he could take to Sango. Nope. Just dresses. But why not take them with me? She looks pretty in them. Stuffing all of the clothes into a garbage bag, Miroku made his way back to his house. When he went upstairs to check on Sango, he found that she was still asleep. He sat by her bedside. She looked so peaceful and serene in her sleep. How could Kuranosuke mercilessly do what he did? Kuranosuke…Just the though of him makes my blood boil He needs to pay for what he's done. He'll pay for it with his pathetic life! Miroku watched Sango sleep for about a half an hour, making sure she was OK.
Later, Sango started to stir. She opened her eyes and saw Miroku's indigo violet eyes staring back. "Miroku?(yawn) how long have you been sitting there?"
"Oh, not long. Listen, while you were sleeping, I managed to get some of your own clothes."
Sango spotted the bad of clothes at the foot of her bed. It was sweet of him, but the thought of Miroku rifling through my drawers? Oh no, what if-
"I managed to avoid THAT drawer.
"Ahh." Sango internally sighed in relief. "Thanks, Miroku."
Miroku's phone vibrated. "Eh? Oh god. Doesn't he sleep?"
"Inuyasha? Prolly not. What'd he say?" asked Sango.
"He…um…asked how you were." Miroku said slowly.
"What were his exact words?"
Miroku handed Sango his phone.
"Miroku, are you helping Sango or-" Sango blushed cherry red. She looked up at Miroku, who had turned away. "The nerve of that dumbass."
"And I thought I had a sick mind."
"I dunno, Miroku. It's been twenty four hours and you haven't done anything that made me regret staying here." Sango said breezily.
Miroku stared at Sango. "Sango, I'm not a monster. You're clearly hurt. Why would I do something to make you feel uncomfortable?"
"True. Miroku, what time is it?"
"What're you gonna do with the time? You're not leaving to go anywhere." he said firmly.
"Please?"
He couldn't resist her big brown eyes. "It's 2:43."
"2:43? That means it's about 1:43 in America!"
"You think Kohaku's plane landed?" asked Miroku.
Sango's face fell. "No, I guess not."
Miroku took Sango's hand. "He'll be there in about two to three days. Give him some time to adjust to the time difference."
Sango gently pulled her hand away. "I'm gonna go change," said Sango looking through the bag of clothes.
Miroku slowly got up. "Inuyasha said he'd come by today."
She sighed. "Well, I guess I'll have to tell him eventually."
Why the hell is she doing this? "Sango, don't do this. You are asking way too much of yourself!"
Sango glared at him with daggers. "It's my choice, Miroku."
Miroku sighed. There's no changing her mind. "Alright. But you don't have to say anything. I told Yash not to pry."
She gave him a small smile. "It's Inuyasha. Do you really expect him not to pry?"
"Hey Sango!" chirped Kagome.
"How're you?" asked Inuyasha.
Inuyasha and Kagome had come over for lunch. Inuyasha really wanted to know what was up with Sango yesterday, but Miroku told him that she didn't feel comfortable telling anyone yet. Did she get hurt? He saw her smiling and chatting with Kagome. She doesn't look hurt…But she's Sango. She's prolly bottling it up until it explodes.
Sango caught Inuyasha staring at her. "What's up, Yash?"
"Eh? Oh, nothing."
Sango looked him in the eyes. "You wanna know what happened yesterday, don't you?"
Miroku's eyes darted to Inuyasha. He was clearly pissed. "Inuyasha!" he hissed.
"Not if it makes you uncomfortable." he said quickly.
Sango looked uneasy, as if she was debating whether or not she should tell him.
"Seriously Sango," said Kagome. "Don't tell us if it makes you uncomfortable. We don't need to know that badly."
Sango sighed in relief. "Thank you. It's just that Inuyasha looked so dead set on finding out what happened."
Inuyasha turned to her. "Sango, I only wanted to know because I could smell your blood. But you seem OK now. Miroku's doing a pretty good job taking care of you." He grinned evilly. "Are you sure he's not taking advantage of you staying her?"
Miroku blushed furiously. "INUYASHA!"
Kagome "sat" him while Sango gripped the chair tightly. Her knuckles were turning white. Painful images flashed through her mind and she started shaking. She felt a hand on her forearm.
"Sango?" Kagome asked slowly. "Are you OK?"
Inuyasha got up, rubbing his cheek. "I didn't mean it in a bad way! I-"
"Save it, Inuyasha." growled Sango. "I get it."
"Sango-"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, INUYASHA!" screamed Sango, stomping up the stairs.
"SANGO!" called Miroku. He turned to Inuyasha. If he wasn't pissed before, he certainly was now. "Way to go, dumbass!" Miroku hurried up the stairs after her.
"D' you feel like we're missing something huge?" Inuyasha asked Kagome.
"SIT!"
Inuyasha got a faceful of carpet. "Stupid wench. You're lucky I love you."
Kagome kissed his red cheek. "Love you too, Yash."
Sango ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind her. She made sure to lock it. She slid down and started to cry. Miroku saw the closed door and gently knocked on it.
"Go away, Inuyasha."
She was really hurt by what Inuyasha said, even if he didn't mean it like that. "Sango. It's me."
Sango brought her face out of her hands, pulled herself up, and opened the door. Miroku saw her eyes were puffy and red. Miroku hugged her.
"I should've kept my guard up!" whispered Sango.
"You're the most careful person I know."
"It's all my fault!"
"Sango Taijiya," he said sternly. "It's not your fault. How dare you speak that way of yourself?"
Sango looked down at her feet, not knowing what to say.
"You stay here until you feel you're ready. I'll smooth it over with Inuyasha and Kagome."
Sango nodded, but she still held on to Miroku and cried into his chest. All of the bottled up tears, the built up emotions…it exploded when Inuyasha unintentionally poked fun at her. After a few minutes, Sango pulled away, hiccuping.
"Do you feel better?" asked Miroku.
"A little," she admitted.
He smiled. "Good. Now dry your eyes and com back down stairs."
Sango slowly dragged herself to the bathroom. Miroku went downstairs and found Inuyasha and Kagome siting on the sofa. Inuyasha saw Miroku and got up to his feet. "How's Sango?" Inuyasha looked hurt. Miroku could tell that Inuyasha didn't say what he did to make Sango feel bad.
"She's fine."
"Are you sure?" asked Kagome.
"Yeah. Something…bad happened yesterday and she's still not emotionally stable yet.
Inuyasha punched Miroku. "You stupid jackass! Why didn't you tell me? I would've been more careful!"
"Sango didn't want me to tell anyone."
"It must've been pretty bad." said Kagome.
Miroku looked at her seriously. His indigo violet eyes had lost any sort of gleam. "You have no idea."
The next chapter might not be up for a couple days since I've hit a temporary writer's block for this fic. I'm trying to get out of it by writing other fics and hoping that they'll spark some sort of inspiration. I've literally filled up half a notebook with different ideas. And I write in between the lines, so my writing's pretty small. My lab partner's worried for my sanity. She saw me writing furiously during the morning announcements.
My lab partner: (O_o) Damn, someone's a writer. You planning on writing a novel?
Miroku's really affected by Sango's rape. He hates seeing her so sad. Inuyasha needs to think before he speaks, but in his defense, all he was told was not to ask Sango anything about the day before. I'm thinking of adding Kouga in soon. What d' you guys think? Read and review! Reviews are greatly appreciated.
