Miroku was walking around near his home trying to get away from his drunken guardian. The old man just laid around getting drunk rather caring for anyone or anything around him.
'God thanks dad for leaving me with a drunkard old man! Why the hell were you friends with him any…' he lost his train of thought when he heard a girl scream no in a nearby ally.
He went running towards the scream. He found the ally and he say a guy punch a girl "Hey get off her!" he shouted as he came towards them. Then he stopped a foot near them in shock when he noticed it was Hojo.
He looked at the partly naked girl under him and Miroku lost control. "Sango?" he gasped. She didn't respond.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY! CANT YOU SEE I'M BUSY!" Hojo shouted. Miroku looked at him then went at him. He kicked him off of her. "If you value your life you should leave now and oh one more thing if you ever touch her again I will kill you!" he hissed at him.
Hojo scrambled to get up and managed to run away. Miroku turned to Sango who was lying on the ground unconscious. He pulled off his sweat shirt and pulled it on her gently.
Then he pulled her jeans back up to cover her up. He then picked her up and started to carry her to his house. He opened the door and stepped over the drunken old man's legs and went into his room.
He laid her on the bed. He went and got a bag of ice for her head. Sango opened her eyes. Everything was blurry but she could tell she wasn't in the dark alley anymore but inside a dark room.
She felt warm and fully clothed. She felt the sweat shirt and that her jeans were on but not zipped up. 'I don't remember being here! How did I get here? Where am I...Ahh my head hurts!' she thought then she heard someone walk in. she turned her head to see who it was.
"Sango you're awake?" Miroku said in surprise and relief. He stepped towards her and she flinched. "It's okay I won't hurt you…I got ice for your head!" He said holding up the bag of ice.
"How did I get here and where am I?" she asked letting him come near her. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and rested the ice on the side of her head where Hojo hit her.
"I found you in the alley and took you to my house." He answered. "Oh… wait…how did you find me?" she asked looking at him confused. "Well you are in my neighborhood and I was out walking when I heard a girl screaming…so I went to investigate and saw…Hojo hit you…and…was…going…to…" he said slowly but paused
"Well anyways I kicked him off of you and saw you laying on the ground almost fully naked. So I put my sweat shirt on you and pulled your jeans up! I'm sorry I didn't come sooner!" he explained. She stared at him with shock. "You did that for me?" she asked stunned.
"Like I told you before I like you!" he smiled at her. Her heart skipped a beat when he gave her that smile. Then his smile faded as he looked at the gash on her forehead.
"Umm…Sango did he…" He paused then took a breath before he finished his question. "Did he…rape you?" he asked still looking at the cut. She stared at him with shock.
"No not unless he did while I was unconscious and you said you came right when he hit me so no! You saved me before he could!" she answered. He then looked into her wide brown eyes and smiled with relief.
"Thank you Miroku for saving me!" she looked back at him. "I guess InuYasha was right! Hojo is bad news!" she said looking at her hands that were covered by Miroku's dark blue sweat shirt.
'What am I gonna do! I can't go home looking like this! Dad would ask questions and if he finds out what Hojo did or rather tried to do he'll never let me out the house again!' she thought and began to remember the events of that evening.
She jumped and looked into Miroku's violet eyes with frighten ones when Miroku touched her shoulder. "It's okay!" he whispered. "What am I gonna do? I can't go home like this my dad will flip when he sees me like this! Gods only know what he'll do to Hojo!" she said in a rushed panic.
"You have to tell him sometime! You can't hide that you've been hit with that gash on your head and the bruise on the side of your face, and that you are in a different shirt. Sorry I couldn't find it by the way!" he explained.
"I can't tell him you don't understand my dad and I made a bet if this date goes bad then I can date who ever I want but if it goes good then I have to date whoever he picks. I know this was a bad date but he meant if I didn't like him afterwards not to the extent of him trying to rape me. When he hears that part he'll throw out the bet and that rule about me dating till I'm seventeen moves up to eighteen…" she rambled on in a panic.
"Shhh, its okay I'll go with you and tell him that I saved you from it he might gain a little respect for me!" he smirked. "Nice make a joke about this!" she huffed in anger.
"Sorry! But it is getting sort of late I should take you home." He answered in a serious tone. "Yeah!" he got up to let her sit up and he helped her stand.
He walked her out by holding her hand. He led her through the hall and to the front door. "Who is that old man?" Sango asked as the stepped over the drunken old man who was still passed out on the floor.
"He's my guardian Mushin. He raised me after my dad died when I was eight." Miroku answered like it was no big deal. Sango looked at him as he opened the front door and led her to his car.
"How did he die?" she asked. 'Stupid that was rude of you!' she thought to herself and mentally kicking herself.
"Suicide… He couldn't take my mother's death anymore after eight years he decided to end his miserable life leaving me with that drunken old fart!" he answered. "So your mom died in child birth too?" she asked.
"Yeah…wait is that how your mom died as well?" he asked as he unlocked the passenger side door. "Yeah she died shortly after my brother was born." She answered looking down.
"Oh I'm sorry!" he said in a sad tone. She looked up at him in confusion. 'Why is he feeling sorry for me when his life is harder than mine?' she thought as she got into the car. He shut the door and got in on the driver's side.
Once he was in and started the engine and backed out of the drive way. "Why are you sorry for me? When you lost both of your parents!" she asked. "I don't know! I just understand I guess on how it feels to lose a parent I guess!" he answered with a smile.
He drove all the way to where she lived. The ride was quiet while he pulled up in front of her home. He looked at her with a question in his eyes then shook it away. "Umm do you want me to come in with you?" he asked. She looked at him for a minute then nodded sheepishly and a blush on her cheeks.
"Okay are you ready?" he asked once he was out and opening the door for her. She stepped out. He shut the door and looked at her. "No but I have to." She sighed. They walked up to the door and she opened the door and walked in. She held his hand as she led him towards the living room.
Sango's father looked at them. He looked at his daughter's face and noticed the gash and bruise on the left side of her face. She was wearing Miroku's sweat shirt and not the pink blouse she had on earlier.
Then he turned to his son who was sitting near him. "Kohaku go to your room!" he ordered. Kohaku did what he was told and went to his room. Mr. Taijiya turned back to them.
"Sango I'm not mad but please explain why he is here and where is Hojo?" he asked calmly. Sango looked down at her hands. "Hojo left and Miroku took me home!" she answered with a lie.
"Don't lie to me! What happened to your face?" he demanded an answer. "Dad it's nothing!" she answered. Mr. Taijiya looked at Miroku "What happened to my daughter?" he asked in a stern voice. "I found her in the alley near my house sir." He answered half the truth while he looked at Sango.
"Then explain what happened to her face!" he almost shouted. Sango jumped when her father gently lifted her head up by her chin. "Sango please just tell me who hurt you?" he begged again.
She took a deep breath and let out slowly. "Hojo hit me!" she answered as she looked at his matching brown eyes. "Why did he hit you?" he asked trying to hold back his anger. "Because I hit him and kicked him off of me." She answered trying to hold back the tears.
He let go of her chin and grabbed her into a protective hug. She tried not to whimper in pain from the other bruises he couldn't see. "I'm so proud of you for fighting back! I'm sorry I made you go out with that creep!" he said in a proud but yet disappointed tone to it.
Then he said the words she thought she would never hear. "I should have trusted you!" she looked at him confused. "So you're not going to ban me from dating?" she asked. He looked back at her confused. "Of course not! I never back down on a bet and besides I can't make you stay my little girl forever." He answered.
She looked back at Miroku who was leaning back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest looking down at the floor. She looked back at her dad he was still holding tightly and protectively.
"Dad would it be alright if I date Miroku?" she asked quietly with a blush across her cheeks. Her father finally let her go and looked at Miroku then back at Sango. He sighed once he noticed them both blushing at each other.
"Yes you have my permission, but young man you hurt my daughter I will hunt you down and kill you slowly! Do you understand?" he said in a deep menacing voice. Miroku straighten up and bowed.
"Yes sir I understand, and sir I would never hurt your daughter like Hojo did you have my word!" he said in a serious voice. He walked over to where Sango was standing. he grabbed her hand
"Sango I'm sorry for what happened tonight and I hope you sleep well but I need to get home before he notices I am gone!" he explained. Then he leaned and kissed her bruised cheek lightly.
Then he moved to her ear "If you need me just call me okay!" he whispered. She sighed and nodded yes. Then he pulled away from her once he heard Mr. Taijiya cleared his throat in a warning to step away from her.
Sango rolled her eyes at his action. Miroku smiled then turned and walked out of the house. "I guess I was wrong about that boy!" her father said once Miroku was gone. "Yeah I know…just misunderstood!" she said under her breath.
