Chapter 12: All That is Left is Love

It was dark by the timeSango hurried out of The Garden. There were no stars or moon, they were hidden behind the clouds. Only the street lights were there to light her way. It was slightly chilly and her uncovered arms were getting cold. By the time she got to the end of the block her arms were covered in gossebumps and she was shivering. A car pulled up beside her slowly and the driver honked the horn. She turned to see the Ferarri.

"Go away," she whispered miserably, "just leave me alone." Miroku rolled down the passenger-side window. Sango loked around and crossd her arms over her chest. She walked to the pole and pushed the button that signalled for the walk sign to show up when the light changed.

"Sango," his voice was quiet but, loud enough for her to hear, "get in." She looked away defiantly. The white stick-man light lit up across the street, telling Sango that she could walk foreward. She did and the Ferari followed her. She walked faster, in vain, knowing that she could never out-run a Ferarri. It slowly inched after her.

"Sango," Miroku sounded exasperated, "you're cold. Just get into the car." Sango glared straight ahead of her.

"I'm not cold!." Even to herself she sounded foolish. At the moment she was so cold that she her teeth were chattering. The car stopped.

"You're shaking." It was all that was said, but it had a tone to it that Sango could remember hearing late at night, soothing her to sleep. The tone that plucked at her heartstrings. The tone that helped to make him so hard to resist. Sango stopped walking and urned towards the very good-looking car. he night wind pulled some of her air out of it's pile. The loose strands swayed gently in the breeze. Miroku leaned and opened the door. Sango just stared. Miroku chuckeld, causing her to glare stubbornly.

"What are you laughing about!?" Sh asked. Before he could answer, she slipped gingerly into the passenger seat. Tha one little chuckle gave the illusion that he was patronizing her, and she didn't like it. She closed the door and pulled on her seatbelt, careful to sit as far from her ex-boss as possible. The minute her seatbelt was on Miroku sped up.

"I'm not laughing" he replied. "I am merely amused my dear." Sango stayed silent. The Ferarri was warm and she soon ceased shivering. She looked out the window distractedly. She told herself that the only reason she had accepted his ride was because it was cold and it would have been a long walk home. She nesltled her head against the cool glass as she had on many prior occassions and sighed.

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It was deathly quiet, besides the faint purr of the engine. Miroku kept glancing at Sango out of the corner of his eye. God, he couldn't get over how beautiful she looked. Even with her hair in dissaray, she looked like she just desended from the clouds. If angels wore pink that is. He heard her sigh and glanced over again, realizing something. For the first time in a while he felt a sense of contentment. There was tension between them, but he realized that she was happier now that Sango ws near.

Life without her had been a virtual hell. From the moment he woke up, until he fell asleep, he had thought only of her. He realized now, that he could never be apart from her again. When she was gone, he felt detached from the world. As if he was alone and even the thought of hapiness was a distant memory. He also realized that he would have to do something, anything to get her back. He would have to be suave. Or maybe not.

"Hey," he whispered looking straight out ahead out hrough the windsheild, "Sango, I want to talk." He could hear her sharp intake of breath and feel himself sweat. He noticed that Sango had started to flick her long bangs, which had come apart from the rest of her hair, out of her eyes. He had seen her do this on many occasions and it was done predominantly when she was nervous or upset, or both. For him, the one little action, could mean defeat or victory, but he wouldn't know which until he made his move.

"What about?" Sango asked as if she didn't know. Miroku could see how she was sitting so far from him on her seat that she was almost out of her door. He sighed.

"I want to tell you the truth." Sango turned her face all the way towards the window.

"You should have done that before Kagome did."

So it was Kagome who had told Sango. He had had a hunch that the little critic was felling guilty about something other than plageurism that day when he had fired her. It made him feel bad. Not upset at Kagome for telling Sango, but bad about what he had put so many women through.

"I know that Sango," he pulles the car over to the side of the road and put it into park, "I made a big mistake, and I know it. I know I hurt you and many other women, but," he paused to think of how to put the things that he desperately needed to say into words, "I don't want us to end." The words began to pop out of his mouth on their own. "I need you. I miss you. It's been hell without you!"

Sango was still facing the window, but she was sitting straighter and her back was stiff. Miroku took advantage of her silence and started to speak again.

"This is how it is. I was an asshole. I played women like Kagome said, and that was my plan when I hired you. I am not going to lie." Sango slumped in her seat. She really didn't want to hear this again. "After the second date I began to fall for you Sango." Her face spun around to face his. In the darkness his face was hard to read, but he sounded sincere and his eyes were sad."I'm serious Sango. This last week has been terrible!" he exclaimed, clasping her hands. "I miss you. I need you. I want you back!"

Sango sat silently. The feeling of warmth that she felt from his touch spread, starting in her hands, all the way to her feet, which were very cold in her expensive little shoes. his vivid eyes burned intensly. She desperately wanted to believe him. It was her last chance for happiness. She knew it and she wanted to take it. Throughout her life she had always played it safe. The safest course choices for high school. The safest attitud was to be kind but never let insults sting too much.

the first spontaeous thing she had ever done was apply for a job at a world famous magazine. The second was convince he beast friend to plageurize for her. Last, but not least, there was falling deeply in love with a flirtatious, lecherous businessman. Virtually, her whole life had been planned, and she was tired of playing by the cynical rules, so she juat continued to stareinto his overwhelming gaze, letting herself be drowned in his eyes. If she looked away now, she would never be able to ake the chance again, as long as she lived.

When she didn't pull away, some of Miroku's hopes returned, she could see it in the way that his previous look of despair dissappeared, leaving a small smile. It made him look a few years younger, and Sango could see Miroku as Kagome had, years ago. A Miroku who was not so different from the one she had learned to love. She could feel him gathering his strength for one final attempt at righting his wrong.

"Sango." Wind whistled outside of the car and people rushed inand out of buildings. "I know I don't deserve it, I don't deserve you, but would you please, please try to forgive me?"

She watched as he hung his head, preparing for the worst. Without thinking she leaned and kissed his rough, stubbly cheek. His face lifted and she smiled. The doors had been opened. Whether she was to live a happy life, or be the crazy cat lady with a million cats, was all up to her now. She knew what she had t do.

"To be honest Miroku, I love you so much that I could never say no." The seatbelt was in the way as she wrapped her arms awkwardly aound his neck. "I forgive you."

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So that is the end... I hope you enjoyed it. Maybe you should read someof my other stories. If this story waas not enough, then please review and tell me that you want a second part, because I DO have an idea, and it would fill in alot of spaces that were in this story. I would only be publishing it after my newest story "Beneath the Surface." Another MirSan, InuKag. It deals with rape and if you do not like the subject then do NOT read it. I hope you had a blast... I would really appreciate rviews and will add tem as often as possible... Until next time... HUGGLES SIGNING OFF!!!