Hey there everyone! MiroKrueger here, I just want to apologize for how long this update is taking me. I was hoping that this would be one of those fanfictions that I could update at least every three days or so. Guess that hasn't been happening much though. I partially blame my school work. I get homework and tests alot. I also have the school anime club every Monday or so (which is actually really fun. There is nothing more enjoyable then a classroom filled with crazy teenage otakus and yaoi fan girls!) I also blame my laziness. I have been getting really good ideas about my other fanfiction Innocent Angels and have been working on that for the past week and a half. Half way through the first chapter something inside my head just snapped. I was like: "What am I doing? I have other fan fictions to attend to! I can finish this one another time!" So I'm going back to that one the minute I finish with this one. (I also promise to fix that piece of crap lemon that I wrote. You know it sucked so stop being nice.) Well anyway on the chapter nine of One Final Chance!...I think it's chapter nine...O.O...I FORGOT!!!! Oh well enjoy anyway! No Flaming!
(Oh yeah BTW about the anime club, I walked into my library to check out some more info on it and I saw this HUGE drawing of Miroku on one of the walls and I was like: "WAAAH!!!!!!!" and started flipping out about it. My friends Mike and Chelsea were like : O.o WTF? It was really funny.)
I think this one may be shorter than Genuine Tears. Maybe even longer. I don't know. I'm going to have to see what happens as I get further into it. I can promise you though that it's almost done.
Wait...Is it chapter ten...Or maybe it's eight... WAH! Somebody help me!!! O.o
Sango felt a rush of cold air flow through her body. She awoke at the feeling, but didn't bother to open her eyes. It was strange that it was cold that night, considering the other nights she spent in the hotel were warm and comfortable. She pulled the soft quilt over herself and wiggled around to find a comfortable position. She could feel the cool, white sheets rub up against her thigh, and it made her jump a little. 'Huh?' She asked herself.
She rose from the bed where she had lay sleeping. She was surprised to see that she was naked. She gave out a small shriek and pulled the blanket over her so she was no longer exposed. "W-why am I naked?" she asked herself. She heard an uncomfortable groan come from beside her. She turned her head to see Miroku sleeping beside her, and from the look on his face he seemed to be having a nightmare.
He was wrapped in the sheets as well, but they only reached up to his mid waist. He too was naked (A/N: Yummyness...) Sango fortunatly remebered the events that happened between the two of them earlier that evening, and let out a sigh of relief. "Heh, I can't believe I actually forgot about that." She whispered quietly to herself. She looked down at her sleeping lover that was snoring softly beside her.
' He's really cute when he's asleep.' Sango thought and blushed softly. she placed her hands over her cheeks in embarassment. 'I can't belive that Miroku and I actually...' Her thoughts trailed off when she heard Miroku stirring awake.
He stretched and wiggled to try to wake himself up. He glanced over at Sango and gave a small, exhausted smile. "Hey." He said, "you're up kinda early." He finished. Sango just nodded, still blushing of course.
Miroku rose up from his side of the bed and rolled over to Sango's side. He placed his hand on her face and gently stroked her. She put her hands on top of his and held it there, feeling the warmth of his skin against her body in the cool night sent excited shivers down her spine. She bent over and gave him a small peck on the lips. "G'morning" she said and kissed him again.
What started off as innocent kisses began to turn into a fight of tickles and giggles. Miroku jumped on her and began tickling her in places that she didn't even know existed.
"M-Miroku stop! I can't breathe!" Sango screamed playfully between laughs. Miroku laughed with her and decided to spare her. He kissed her tenderly.
"Well, well, isn't it a little early to be that excited?" Miroku asked slyly, pointing at Sango's nipples that had become erect from the cold night. Sango covered herself with the blanket and blushed.
"S-shut up! It was only like 40 degrees out! I was cold!" She yelled. Miroku just giggled and returned a smile. He scooted up close to her and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, cradling her like a small child.
He gave her a perverted look and smiled, "I bet you're not cold now."
Sango was silent, but Miroku could tell that she enjoyed being embraced that way, for she snuggled in closer to him and burried her face in his neck. "It's still too early. Let's go back to sleep." he stated. Sango nodded and closed her eyes again. It wasn't long before she was once again asleep beside him.
It was about four hours later that Sango woke up again. The sun was out and it was bright and warm. Almost too warm for her to continue snuggling with Miroku, but she didn't let that stop her. She stared at him and thought for a long moment, 'I wonder...' She began, ' I wonder what made last night seem so... natural? I mean, I haven't seen him in ten years, but being in bed with him seemed like we have been dating forever.'
Sango pondered that thought for a while, but was cut off when she felt something graze her thigh. She gave a small yell in shock at the feeling. "Woah, whoa, easy." Miroku giggled. His leg had been what interupted Sango from her thinking. Sango gave him a sigh of relief.
"Sorry. It's just that when I'm in deep thought, I lose interests in things around me. When I'm suddenly touched like that, I jump." She satated. Miroku rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, I noticed."
He peered over at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him. It read 10:13a.m. He sighed in annoyance, "Oh man. We really slept late, huh?" he groaned, Sango nodded.
After waking up and showering, the two of them got dressed and went out to the front office where Sakimi was sitting, waiting for tourists to come in. She noticed the two walking toward her and smiled, "Well, good morning guys." She cheered.
"Good morning, Saki." Sango smiled.
"Oh crap!" Miroku gasped from behind her. Sango turned around to him.
"What is it, Miroku?" She asked sweetly.
"I left my wallet in the room, hold on, I'll be back." he said and ran off, but not before planting a kiss on Sango's cheek. Sango blushed and gently placed her hand on her cheek and smiled. Sakimi was giggling in the background.
"Well. It seems like someone got laid last night." Sakimi said slyly. Sango gasped and caupped her hands over Sakimi's mouth, and checked around to see if anyone heard. Luckily there was no body around to hear.
"How can you tell?" sango asked.
"Mell wits ovidios. nor growing." Sakimi tried to say. But under Sango's hand, her voice was muffled. Sango removed her hands.
"I said, It's obvious, you're glowing." Sakimi answered.
Sango looked down at her feet. She wasn't comfortable with people knowing what kind of private events took place in a bedroom between her and her lover. If Sakimi noticed, who knew what other people may notice.
"So, how did it happen?" she asked. Sango looked up at her.
"I-I'd rather not tell you. I'm not really comfortable with this conversation." She admit. Sakimi shrugged her shoulders.
"Fine," she sighed, "you'll come around some day."
After that Miroku came out from the room and called to Sango. She waved and ran toward him. When she got to him, he had a sad exprssion spread across his face. His violet eyes stared down at Sango.
"What's wrong?" Sango asked. Miroku put his hand on his forehead.
"I just got a really bad headache." He answered, closing his eyes from all the pain. Sango gasped.
"Is that bad in your condition?" She asked nervously. She placed her hands on his waist, to hold him up right, in case he fainted right there on the floor.
Miroku shook his head in response, "I don't know. It may be. I'll have to call the doctor soon."
"Maybe you should lay down." Sango replied. She snuggled up against his chest and held on to him for dear life, praying that he wouldn't die any sooner than he had to.
"Maybe that's best." He answered. Sango led him back to the room. She placed him slowly on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Sango." He whispered. "you had this great trip planned, but my injuries are ruining the whole thing for you."
Sango grabbed his hands. "Don't say that. It is not your fault that this happened. Please, just try to get some rest."
"Yeah, Okay." Miroku said and turned over on his side and closed his eyes. When he was asleep, Sango felt herself ready to cry. She broke down there right beside him.
' Miroku...Please...I love you.' She thought sadly, as images of his death clouded her mind. She put her head on his shoulder.
"I love you." She whispered again.
"Yo, Miroku! You in here?" Inuyasha hollered as he slammed the front door of Miroku's house open. "You haven't been at work in over a week. Boss says if you don't come tomarrow you're fired!"
There was of course no answer.
"Miroku?" Inuyasha called agiain. The house was empty.
"Where is he?" Inuyasha sked himself. His attention was caught by a piece of paper that fell off the kitchen table. He picked it up and read it:
Dear anyone who cares,
I realize now what I'm supposed to do. I can't continue to live like this without knowing. I need to find Sango. I realize that I may not ever find her and could die before I even get home but, at least I can die knowing I tried. I'm sorry But I can't bear this pain anymore. So I say goodbye. Don't bother calling me or E-mail. Nothing will stop me from finding the truth.
I'm sorry
-Miroku
"Damn Miroku, you are a fool." Inuyasha sighed as he crumpled the paper in his hands. He walked out the door. "I better tell the boss."
Yeah, sorry the chapter sucked noodles (Yeah I've been watching too much Futurama) Well I have good surprises lined up for the next couple, that's why I didn't want to give anything away this time. Well I bid you toodles.
