Setember 21, 2001
10 days…..life around New York City started up again. But life in Sango didn't, she still would sit in her room, thinking whether Miroku jumped from the building or was lost in the building, she didn't want to think about it….but she wanted to know. Sango hadn't contacted anyone since having the miscarriage. She had been a month and Sango knew she was pregnant and was going to tell Miroku the night they finished moving in, but instead they had broken up.
'it's my fault' those were the words that repeated in her head
'if I had never broken up with Miroku, if I had just asked Michael to leave, Miroku would of been late for work and he wouldn't of died' tears began to fall from Sango's eyes, but no noise came from her. She tried to be strong, she really did….but she couldn't. Sango had wiped her tears, she got up and changed into her "Queen" tank top and her jean hot pants, she hadn't wore these clothes since being in a relationship with Kuranosuke…she wondered what Miroku would think about them. Sango shook her head, trying to rid all thoughts of Miroku. Sango walked downstairs to the kitchen table, to find her dad, reading the news paper and drinking coffee.
'I haven't seen you wear that outfit in along time' Hiroshi smiled, Sango managed a smile back.
'daddy' Sango sat beside her dad
'you haven't called me that since you were in grade 9'
'new world, new me I guess'
'yeah….you ok?'
'yeah, I'm fine now….dad….can I move back home?'
'yeah…of course you can'
'it's just that….I already sold the townhouse and I don't think I can bare to be in that apartment without Miroku, and….I miss home'
'I think those are great reasons' Hiroshi placed everything down, and hugged his daughter. Sango got on a subway to take her to another part of Brooklyn and got off at the closest station. Sango walked in the graveyard, and found who she was looking for. Sango kneeled in front of the grave, it read
In loving memory of
Tomoyo Taijiya
1956-1989
Loved Wife and Mother
'Hey mom…I haven't visited you since grade 12, I'm sorry…I've never been a good daughter have I? but you always did your best…..Kohaku inherited your smarts, he's insanely bright….he does get picked on, but it's nothing that his big sister can't take care of. I'm sorry…..I haven't been able to be strong these past few days. I came here to ask you….will you take care of Miroku in heaven? he's a slob and he also has womanizing habits….but I love him….oh! and also please take care of the baby…I couldn't and baby deserves some one to take care of them. I'll visit Miroku's grave in a few days, I never went to his funeral so I at least better pay my respects to him and apologize. I have to go…..I'm out of Miroku and my apartment, I'm moving back home, so I'll be closer and I'll visit you every thursday….mom…..I love you' Sango kissed her fingers and touched them to the grave, she felt a tear fall. Sango got up and left.
Sango got on the subway to get to the apartment. Sango sat down, then she noticed that she was sitting where Miroku had asked her out, She smiled remembering the memory…how she loved the subway. Sango got off at the station near what was The World Trade Centre, Sango refused to look in that direction and continued to walk home. Going up the stairs, she ran into Michael.
'Hey, I haven't seen you around for a week, I knocked on your door and no one answered'
'yeah, I've been living back in Brooklyn with my family'
'ahh, that's understandable, I heard you fighting with your boyfriend, is that why?'
'no, we broke up and….he lost his life in 9/11' Sango fought tears
'oh…I'm so sorry….'
'don't be, it's not your fault….' Sango smiled sadly and continued to go up the stairs. Sango walked into the apartment, it was empty….Sango looked toward the stereo and smiled. She took a "Queen" CD from the holder. Sango smiled when the song '"Somebody to Love" came on. Sango began to pack boxes when she realized it had started to rain.
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?
Sango sung along with Freddie Mercury, She loved the Brits so much, amazing music. Sango stopped singing….and got lost in thought.
'Man, it's really coming down' a voice came from the door. Sango snapped her head toward the door….
'oh my god' she began to cry, the person smiled. Sango stood and walked towards them.
'Miroku?' Sango touched his shoulder to make sure he was real, he was.
'oh my god' Sango cried harder
'Sango, don't cry' Miroku placed her chin in-between his forefinger and thumb, and smiled at her, he received a slap.
'you asshole' Sango cried as she wrapped her arms around him
'I know' Miroku laughed and he was crying as well.
'I love you' Sango whispered
'I love you too' Miroku held onto her tighter.
Turned out Miroku was late for work that day, and he had just got on the block when the first jet crashed. Afterwards Miroku tried calling, coming over, but no one answered. Until one day he found the key to the apartment and opened it, but no one was home, and he assumed the worst. The two didn't say anything, they didn't kiss, they just stood there holding each other.
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Author's Note: Second last chapter, thanks for reading this far! it's totally awesome. I don't own anything except the story.