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Recap: "This Sesshoumaru will help," he said. Sesshoumaru walked over to Sango and placed his hand on her face. Sango flinched.
'What is he doing!" she screamed in her head. There was a sharp stinging pain on her cheek where he was touching her.
"Sesshoumaru…" she whispered.
:End of Recap.
Chapter 11
He removed his hand from her face.
"See now your all better," he said softly. Sango lifted her hand to her cheek. It was no longer swollen. Walking into the bathroom she looked into the mirror and the bruise was no longer coloring her skin. She felt her face.
'This can't be happening!' she screamed in her head. Running back into the room occupied by Sesshoumaru, she flung her arms around him.
"Thank you so much," she cried. Sesshoumaru stood there emotionless. "I've got to tell Miroku," she said excitedly. Running out the front door, she started down the street. Sesshoumaru stood there.
"One, two, three," he counted.
"Sesshoumaru where does Miroku live?" asked Sango from the door. She had run back when she relized she had no idea where she was going.
"Third house down the road," he told her, "it's on the corner."
"Thanks," she said as she made her way there. Walking over to the front door Sesshoumaru closed the door.
Sango ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She was so excited. Her heart was racing faster, and faster. Then she saw it, his house. It was absolutely gorgeous. It had light gray bricks and a dark gray roof, the shudders a perfect white. The lawn was evenly mowed and the hedges perfectly cut. No one could have had a better house. Sango now felt a sense of nervousness. She was now shy about the idea of knocking on a rich family's door.
'No not a rich person, it was the same old Miroku,' she thought. However much she tried to think of him as the same person it just didn't fit.
Finally she worked up enough courage to walk up to his front door. Holding her breath, she knocked on the door. There was no answer. She knocked again. Again there was no answer.
Nervously she turned the door handle. It was unlocked, consequently the door swung open.
Cautiously she stepped into the house. It was dark and quite. Sango shuddered as a cold rush of air blew over her. The air conditioning was on.
"Miroku?" she whispered. Making her was further into the house, she looked around uncomfortably. The walls where a dark blue, lighthouse portraits hung from the walls. The house smelled of, well… Miroku.
Turning into another room, which was seemingly the television room. Two couches opposite each other sat there empty. They where nice black leather couches. A pang of jealousy swept over Sango. The walls where a deep red.
"Miroku," she called once again this time a little louder. Still no one answered. As she walked into the room she noticed the pictures on the tables beside the couches. Picking up a frame, she stared at the wedding picture.
A handsome man stood happily smiling in a black tuxedo. He looked remarkably like Miroku. He had black hair and brown eyes, however Miroku's eyes where a blue-violet. Next to him was a gorgeous women, her green eyes sparkled with joy. The woman possessed beautiful red hair. Her white skin was as pale as the snow of winter. Sango smiled, she wished she could have a relationship like Miroku's parents had. Placing the picture back down on the well dusted table.
Her eyes scanned the remainder of the pictures. One particular on caught her eye. Not believing it she snatched it off the table. In the expensive gold frame a photograph of Miroku and a young woman stood happily embracing each other. Their smiles reached their eyes. They seemed so happy. The girl had lovely blonde locks and amazing blue eyes, the oh so cliché beauty of life, the perfect Hitler creation. (AN: no offence to anyone because I have blonde hair it's just what Hitler would have though of as the perfect creation. I don't mean anything by it I promise. Plus this is Sango being jealous.)
Sango's chest tightened. Tears started filling her eyes. She couldn't take her eyes from the girl. She was so beautiful, so perfect, and so carefree. Sango envied her more than anyone else. She had everything she could ever want, money, (which Sango assumed by the designer dress she was wearing) a care free life, and Miroku.
Sango wanted to throw the frame on the floor and step on it. She refrained from doing this though. Instead she placed the picture back down gently.
Staring into space she imagined her and Miroku in the picture.
Daydreaming
Sango sat lonely on a bench in the park. A shadow fell over her, and she looked up. Miroku stood in front of her his smiling face inches from her own.
"M- Miroku," Sango said quietly.
"Would you like to go for a walk with me Sango?" he asked.
Sango blushing replied, "I would love to Miroku."
Grabbing her hand Miroku pulled her to her feet. He gave her a smile which wiped the sad expression off her face. She smiled at him in return.
Together they walked in the park Cherry Tree flowers falling across their path.
"Sango there has been something I've wanted to tell you for a long time," he said nervously.
Sango looked at him. 'Is he going to say what I think he's going to say?'
"Well, I- uh," he tried to say.
Sango leaned over, their lips centimeters apart, looking in to his eyes then back down to his lips and she kissed him.
When they broke apart Miroku in a mystified voice said, "That."
Sango laughed quietly. Miroku grabbed her hand and dragged her off the path.
"Miroku where are we going?" she asked poking his side. Miroku stifled a laugh and moved his body away from her finger.
"Are you ticklish?" she questioned smirking evilly.
"No- what are talking about," he rushed out scratching the back of is head. She poked him again. Poke, poke, poke, and poke. Miroku clutched his sides he was laughing so hard. Sango laughed at him.
" Oh yeah!" Miroku cried poking her in the side. Sango tried not to laugh but she couldn't help it. They ran around in the grass trying to poke each other's sides.
They ended up falling and then rolling down a hill. Miroku held her tight as they rolled. Once the reached the bottom the lay sprawled over the lush grass. They laughed softly and turned on their sides to look at each other.
Sango I love you," Miroku told her.
"I love you too Miroku," Sango replied smiling.
Scenes flew by of the two having dinner, watching a movie, running around in the mall taking pictures, and finally at a photo shop getting the picture taking. It was just like the one with the blonde except Sango was in it.
End of Day dream
Sango sighed as she was brought back to present. She knew it never could be. A poor pathetic girl like her was never meant to be with a rich and handsome guy like him.
"I can at least be his friend right?" she asked the shadows.
Walking through the house she searched for Miroku. The house seemed so big. Finally she followed a long hallway to the back of the house. She was about to open the door in front of her when she heard something.
Moaning sounds where coming from behind the door.
"Miroku!" someone screamed.
"Oh!" Sango heard Miroku's voice yell. Tears filled Sango's eyes. Miroku was banging some girl.
'Probably the girl in the picture,' Sango thought. Tears now streaming down her face she started to run out of the house.
Sorry for it being so short! I've been busy this summer. Please read and review!