-1Chapter 6: Fate

AN: YAY!! I finally completed this chapter!! I know it has been super super long since I updated …so feeling guilty, I decided to write this super long chapter :D teehee :D AND!! The chapter after this is going to be the lemon! So! You've been warned!! ANYWAYS!! PLEASE REVIEW THANK YOU AND LOTS OF LOVE!- KACHIKA

"Do you love me Sango?" Miroku tried again, ad rejoiced when Sango finally opened her mouth to answer.

After blinking a few times, the impact and importance of the question finally sank into her mind. "I…I" Sango mumbled, fumbling with her skirt nervously. The fact that Miroku's eyes were drilling holes into her face just made matters worst.

"Sango…" Miroku urged.

"I…I, Miroku I…" but Sango was not given a chance to finish as suddenly the door flung open, and a nurse barged in.

"Doctor Miroku! Oh!" the nurse exclaimed but paused, her eyes widening to the sight of Miroku and Sango in such an intimate position.

"What?!" Miroku growled, forcing his eyes to break away from his Sango's adorable face and turn to glare at the young female with all the hatred and venom he could muster.

"Um…um..I'm so sorry but…but…the A&E needs you there right now. There has been an accident and the patients are in serious danger. The patients are of very important status and the director personally wanted you to take care of it. If I am not wrong the patients belong to the Watanabe family…." the nurse trailed off, a soft blush still evident on his cheeks.

"WHO?!" Sango demanded, jolting up from her chair, making Miroku stumble backwards, panic, disbelief , and horror was plastered undeniably on her femininely contoured face.

"S-Sango?" Miroku questioned, somewhat shocked from her outburst.

"Why is she getting so worked up for?" Miroku frowned, shaking the thought out of his head, forcing his mind back to reality. "Right. The condition," Miroku nodded, before grabbing his coat from his desk.

"M-Miroku!" Sango cried out, just before he disappeared out the door. "Let me come with you! I…I ant to help!" Sango pleaded, fear and concern lacing his voice. Miroku pondered for a moment, but the minute he saw the look in Sango's eyes, he gave way. With a nod from him, Sango immediately ran out with him, towards the A&E department. All the while, uneasiness and immense dread had sprouted in Sango's heart.

"What's the condition?" Miroku asked, while trying to regain his breath.

"Two patients, involved in a car accident. One around 16-years old the other in his forties. Both suffer from major cuts and the other one has a concussion on his skull," Inuyasha replied, his face grim, while he tossed Miroku his gloves, mask and pale green coat. "Their identities are kept secret by the director, but they go with a family name of Watanabe."

"No…there must be some mistake!" Sango mumbled incoherently, while wrapping her arms around her trembling body, her eyes clouded with confusion.

"Sango? Are you ok?" Miroku asked, concerned, his eyes searching Sango's as he reached out to touch her arm gently. "I'm sorry Sango, you're in no condition to help. You should stay outside and wait," Miroku instructed, his voice firm as he gave a gentle shake of his head.

"But!" Sango retorted, but Miroku had already disappeared into the operating theatre with Inuyasha and she was left alone. Feeling utterly out-of-sorts and worried, she slumped into a chair. Not knowing what to do, she brought her knees to her chest and cried.

Meanwhile…

"Get the cloth!" Miroku yelled, as he worked on one of the patients while Inuyasha handelled the other. He couldn't help but notice that the face of the young boy he was operating o resemble that of Sango's. "Could it be?" he thought suddenly, as he studied at the boy's facial features.

"Hey! What was with Sango back there?" a deep growl jolted Miroku from his reverie.

"I don't know Inuyasha…" Miroku murmured, as he took the scissors swiftly from the tray, "I've never seen her like that before."

"Keh. Whatever,"

"But I think they must be related somehow…I mean, seeing the way she reacted and all," Miroku continued, as he glanced at Inuyasha briefly.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure the director will explain later, but for now, we should concentrate at the task at hand," Inuyasha grumbled.

"Wow, you're actually sensible for once," Miroku chuckled softly, albeit furrowing his eyebrows, a look of extreme determination plastered onto his face. But he was right, he needed to concentrate. If Sango and whoever he is operating on is in fact related, it just gives him more reason to ensure that they survive, for Sango.

"Sango?" a deep voice sounded, jolting Sango from her trance, as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She lifted her seemingly heavy head and met the soft eyes of the director.

"O-oh. Mr kobayashi," she muttered, as she stood to bow, but was stopped.

"Please, don't," Mr Kobayashi whispered, his voice soft, as he sat next to Sango.

For minutes they sat there, both not daring to talk about the matter at hand.

However, not being to contain her anxiety any longer, Sango broke the uncomfortable silence hanging above their heads.

"Are…the ones inside there…my-my brother and father?" Sango stuttered, bowing her head, forcing her eyes to focus on her twitching fingers, instead of the tears that gathered at the brim of her eyes.

"I'm really sorry" Mr Kobayashi blurted out, as he patted Sango's hands comfortingly. "But both Doctor Miroku and Inuyasha are inside, so I'm that they will be ok. Don't worry my child, they will be just fine," he consoled.

Just then, the bright red light above the double doors of the operating theatre flickered and went off. Causing a now very disheveled Sango's heart to thump desperately against her chest. Biting her bottom lip, she held back the tears that threatened to roll down.

After what seemed like an eternity for Sango, the double doors swung open, and out came both Miroku and Inuyasha. Sango's auburn irises instantly fell upon Miroku's face, trying to read his expressions. Nothing. Inuyasha's too. Their face were emotionless, their eyes downcast, not avoiding Sango's face.

Mr Kobayashi's face flashed a look of understanding and complete comprehension, as his authoritative voice boomed out in that silent hallway. "Other than Miroku and Inuyasha, the rest of you are dismissed," as he motioned towards the other nurses and helpers, who immediately scurried along.

That way, Miroku and Inuyasha would be the only ones to know about Sango identity, they deserved to know, and, the only few who had to witness Sango's breakdown.

Miroku glanced at the heartrending woman sitting on the passenger's seat beside him. He cringed at the sight of her tear-stained cheeks, her red and swollen eyes. Her beautiful brown orbs had lost its sparkle.

It was all it took for him to want to lean forward and embrace her, so she could forget about her misery. But he restrained himself, knowing Sango, she would just push him away. He promised Mr Kobayashi that he would take her safely home.

The quietness between them gave him a moment to think. About Sango. He was certain now, as he stepped on the brake to stop at a red light. Unbelievably, he had to realise it when he was cutting up her younger brother's flesh. He loved her. No doubt about it. He had been trying to deny, but not anymore.

The things he felt about her during their first date. The stunning fact that he did not ravish her when she was most vulnerable. The way she made him want to scoop her into his arms and just hold her. The happiness and contentment he felt when he was with her. The way she made him forget about his worries and hesitations and just be with her. That's right he loved her. He loved her. He loved her.

His chest swelled with pride, albeit sadly so, upon his realisation. Sango is different from all the women he had been with. To be with her, he needed to give her his full commitment. He shivered. The thought of him being a one-lady man scared him. Could he do it? Did he want to do it? He gazed at Sango again. Suddenly he smiled. He would do nothing less for her right now.

"Miroku," Sango croaked softly, as she slowly glanced up at him, her head still bowed towards her lap.

"ye-yes, Sango?" Miroku jumped slightly, as a light blush tainted his cheeks. How uncharacteristic of him. "Damn it Miroku, you're losing your touch!" he scolded himself mentally.

"I think you'd better move, the drivers behind are getting frustrated," she murmured, as she motioned towards the traffic light with her chin. It was green.

"Oh my," Miroku chuckled. "Your beauty distracted me, my lovely Sango," he wanted to say, but decided against it, as he immediately drove off. No cheesy lines for now.

Surprisingly, Sango giggled upon noticing the awkward expression on Miroku's face. It was barely audible, but Miroku heard it anyway, and it made him grin like a fool. Good to hear her laugh again, or giggle, whatever.

Miroku leaned sideways to place his hand gently onto hers, squeezing them lightly, while maintaining his concentration on the road. His grin broadened even more when Sango shifted one of her hands beneath his, moving so their fingers interlocked.

Sango couldn't help but smile, as a single bead of tear slid down her cheek and her tired eyelids fluttered close. He comforted her.

"We're here," Miroku announced, while maneuvering his car to park it at her porch. He slipped his hands into his pocket, restraining himself not to touch her inappropriately as Sango fiddled with her key. "Damn, she is in such a great position too," Miroku groaned softly.

Slowly, Miroku followed her into the living room, where Sango immediately flopped onto the sofa. "Sango? Do you want me to make you tea?" Miroku questioned, as he headed for the kitchen after she inclined her head. "Sango, where do you keep it?" he inquired, while glancing across his shoulder to look at her.

"The top shelf," she clarified. Sango realized, that something about the way he said her name, so warm and smooth, and enticing made Sango ponder about his actions. He hasn't tired to pull a single stunt on me today.

Office encounter didn't count.

Sango flushed at the memory, noting how close his face was to hers. "Sigh, after what happened, I'm sure he just feels sorry for me…" Sango's heart clenhed, and once again water gathered at the brim of her eyes. Heh, who knew she actually had any tears left, considering how many times she cried. The ironic edge of a smile touching Sango's lips, as she closed her eyes, making her tears fall.

Suddenly, a thought surfaced in her mind. What did Miroku meant, when he asked her that question in his office? What was he trying to hint? His gaze was so intense, so captivating, so…so dazzling, and yet, so soft. Could he actually…lov- "Argh!" Sango growled, shaking the thought form her head.

"Sango? Are you ok back there?" Miroku's voice startled her, as he looked at her quizzically.

"Yeah, sorry," Sango mumbled, flashing him a weary smile. With an understanding nod, Miroku turned back and continued with the tea.

"You silly girl. Why would a charming, handsome man like him love you?" Sango sighed, staring at Miroku's back. "Besides, he's a lecher, a pervert, a player. Why would he change his way for a simple girl like you?"

"Your tea is ready, Mademoiselle," Miroku chuckled, while placing the mug on the table in front of Sango, before sitting down next to her.

"Miroku, I…thank you, so much. Rally," Sango murmured abruptly, wrapping her hands around her mug so that she wouldn't be tempted to fidget.

Miroku blinked, before smiling warmly, a soft look on his face. "Sango, there's no need for that. You had a horrible…" Miroku trailed off, mentally kicking himself for bringing up the events again.

"I..I know, it's just that..it was so sudden…I didn't expect…I mean…" Sango moaned, her voice quavering. "And we were supposed to have dinner together as a family tomorrow too," she squeaked, before sobbing uncontrollably. Her held back tears broke free, and rolled down her porcelain cheeks, falling into her tea.

"Oh…Sango…" Miroku whispered, cursing himself mentally, guilt and pain constricting his chest as he took Sango's mug away from her shaking hands. "Hey, you're making your tea salty," he sighed, as he moved closer to her, slipping his arm around Sango comfortably.

Sango stiffened a little when she felt Miroku's arm encircle her waist, but relaxed immediately as she cuddled into his warmth, returning the embrace. A light blush crept into her cheeks as Miroku leaned down to press a kiss against the top of her head.

It was strange, how easy it was to just want to hold her, like this, and not do anything else. Very few girls he had encountered were like Sango.

They stayed like that for a while longer, Sango listening to his heartbeat, while her sobs gradually subsided, as she burrowed her nose into his chest. She could smell him when she did so. She flushed, he had a nice scent. It comforted her, gave her warmth.

Miroku was stroking her hair softly, getting rid of any tangles in her hair.

It was nice, Sango thought, to be there, in his arms. Maybe, just maybe, it would be possible between them.

"Miroku," Sango started, staring up a him, her eyes drifting over his face until they met his eyes. The way those indigo irises gazed at her, it was almost, lovingly.

"Hmmm?" Miroku answered, keeping one arm around her, he lifted the other to touch her cheek question. The bluish-purple hue in his orbs danced as they searched Sango's.

Sango smiled wearily. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care that she was just another woman in his arms. Didn't care that all he wanted was to get her into bed, eventually. Didn't care that her was going to crush her already shattered heart. Her lips parted as she spoke, she'd love him too much to care, "I love you."

Miroku widened at her statement, no. Her confession. his mouth fell open as he looked at his companion. She returned his feelings. She loved him. Suddenly, he began to laugh.

Miroku chuckled softly as he stroked Sango's confused face gently. Slowly, Miroku leaned down, until his face was inches away from hers. "I love you too," Miroku breathed, grinning when he saw her eyes widen in shock. But before she could say anything else, he pressed his lips onto hers fiercely. It was seconds before anything registered in Sango's mind as she returned the kiss.

Sango closed her eyes tightly, her heart clenched as she melted into his passionate kiss. "Whether he like me or not, I don't care. Consequences be damned."