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ALSO I JUST DISCOVERED THAT MY LAPTOP HAS SOME KIND OF VOICE RECOGNITION SOFTWARE SO WHEN I SPEAK IT'LL TYPE EVERYTHING FOR ME! WHEN I FOUND THAT OUT I WAS LIKE NO-FRIGGIN WAY BECAUSE HERE'S WHAT I DO BEFORE I WRITE A CHAPTER. (AND I DON'T MIND SHARING MY SECRET FOR SUCCESSFUL CHAPTER/STORY WRITING BECAUSE I WANT EVERYONE TO BE ABLE TO TRY GETTING TO THAT PLACE WHERE THEIR WORDS FLOW NATURALLY ONTO THE PAGE!)

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2ND. I SIT DOWN IN MY BIG THINKING CHAIR, IN THE DARK AND I TALK OUT THE ENTIRE SCENE FROM START TO FINISH. THIS IS
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FROM MY LIPS, BUT HEY- IT'S DARK AND I'M NOT WRITING DOWN THIS STUFF- I'M STORING IT UNTIL I REACH THE END.

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5TH. I POST FOR MY WONDERFUL FANS!

YEAH, BUT I SAY THIS TO SAY, NOW THAT I KNOW OF THE VOICE PROGRAM LIFE WILL BE SOOOOOO MUCH EASIER BECAUSE ALL I HAVE TO DO NOW IS TALK OUT THE ENTIRE STORY AND THEN GO IN AND DETAIL IT! IT'S SO FREAKING AWESOME! I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME TO USE MY MICROPHONE!

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Disclaimer: I'm not Rumiko Takahashi, so sadly, I don't own Inuyasha.

© 2010-2011, Apryl Johnson.
I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi, but I do own the idea/plot/storyline of this story.


Confused Love Story

Chapter 46 part 1: Family needs Angel

Niroku sped home and when he got inside he was happy to know that his son hadn't reached home as yet.

"Mira?"

"I'm in the kitchen, Niroku!" She said.

He headed straight for the kitchen and when he saw her covered in flour he smiled. "You decided to make the pasta?"

She couldn't help the grin that came to her. "No, I was making a cake and the flour got on me,"

"It suits you," He complimented.

She rolled her eyes at him.

He sat down at the four person table in the kitchen. "So why aren't you to work? You said you had three jobs."

"Well," she said as she went to the cupboard to get the cinnamon, when she realized it was too high for her to reach, she turned to grab her stool, but came into contact with Niroku's broad chest.

He got the cinnamon and gave it to her.

She felt her heart skip a beat as she looked up at him. He was so much taller than her. "Thank you," she said softly. Then she moved around him to go back to her already finished cake so she could sprinkle some of the cinnamon on top. Houshi's loved cinnamon, probably because it was sweet and spicy just like how they loved their women.

"Miroku knows he's taller than me yet still he puts the things I need up there where I can't reach so he can make fun of me," she said as she eyed her masterpiece. "Well? What do you think?" She asked a moment later.

He came over and looked down, but he wasn't looking at the cake, he was looking at her.

"Niroku?" She looked up and when she saw his eyes, her heart beat increased in tempo.

"I think you're beautiful," he said.

"Th- thank you," she turned around to focus on her cake but she couldn't remember what she was supposed to do with it next. Niroku had blanked everything from her mind, she still couldn't figure out how he did that to her. "And the cake?"

She gasped in shock when his hands wrapped around her waist, he placed his head in the crook of her neck and she could smell his warm scent all over. 'He feels so good,' She nearly melted. "Niroku?"

"Thank you," he said softly in her ear making her shiver a little.

"For?"

"For not being angry at me when you saw me and my secretary hugging," he told her.

Memories flooded back to her and she pulled gently from his arms. "Why would I be angry?" She asked.

'Damn it, please don't tell me she was angry but wasn't showing it at my office,' he thought sadly.

"I mean-" She picked up the cake and headed for the fridge. Her thoughts and thinking came back the moment she put distance between them. "It's not like we're still married or anything. Why should I care if you like hugging your secretaries?

'She is still angry.' The thought made sadness wash over him. "It really wasn't like last time," he said.

She froze when he brought up the last time he was referring to. "Let's change the subject," she asked him.

"But we'll have to come back to it anyway," He told her.

She nodded stiffly as she closed the fridge. "I know, but I'd rather not get into this now. Especially when Miroku may soon be home."

"All right," he sighed.

They were silent for a while before Mira broke the silence.

"So, you want to tell me about how your session went?" She asked as she walked into the living room, dinner was already cooked and just needed to be served. She had cooked a larger portion since she knew Niroku would be there for dinner. She wondered if he'd be spending the night as well or would it be too soon to let him? The house did have a guest room. Maybe they could cohabit? She'll see what Miroku thought of it.

"It was quite intriguing," then he remembered his hand was swollen. "Um, Mira do you have any ice?"

"Ice?" she stared at him strangely.

He showed her his hand and she gasped and went to him. "What happened?"

"I punched my client," Niroku said.

Her eyes widened at him. "Are you crazy! You don't hit your clients!"

He grinned at her. "He's the son of a former client and he deserved it. He said so himself."

She sighed exasperatedly at him. "You're lucky you're ambidextrous,"

His eyes widened as she pulled him into the kitchen. "You remember that I can write with both hands?"

She nodded. "It was one of those things that stuck out the most to me."

He felt his heart beat race. 'She remembered such a tiny detail about me, even after eleven years?'

When she reached the freezer, she let go of his hand and pulled out some ice cubes to put in a small plastic sandwich baggie. He watched as he tied the bag, took his hand and put it on top of his knuckles.

When she realized she was holding his hand longer than she probably should have, her nose reddened and said, "You can hold," she moved her hands. "I'm not your nurse maid you know."

"I know," He smiled as he took the ice and pressed it onto his bruised and swollen knuckles. "You know what one of the things that stood out to me most about you, Mira?"

She looked at him and shook her head.

"Your nose turns noticeably pink when you're embarrassed about something,"

She gasped and turned from him. "It doesn't still do that, does it?"

He grinned. "What do you mean?"

"It's never turned that color…" she stopped before she could say, 'with anyone else,'

He glanced at her. "What were you saying?"

She covered her nose and huffed at him. "Nothing."

Niroku went to her and couldn't resist making her flush even more when he trapped her within the strong barrier of his arms. "You also redden when I get too close,"

"Niroku-"

"Or when I grope your cute little ass,"

She gasped when his hand reached down to rub her bottom. "Niroku!" She cocked her hand back and landed a solid slap upon his face.

He nearly dropped to the floor, but he laughed happily.

"You're still such a pervert!" She huffed at him. "You better behave if you want a second chance at me, I'm serious."

He nodded as he realized she was serious. "Okay, I'll behave Mira."

"Good," she said, "Now I wonder what's taking Miroku so long, it's almost 6:30."

"He's probably having a good time with his girlfriend," Niroku said putting the ice upon his cheek. Mira's slap stung far worse than his numb knuckles.

"Oh yes," Mira nodded. "We have much to talk about with him."

Niroku agreed. "Do you think he'll want to speak to me?"

She looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I never told him any bad stories about you, just the truth."

"Has he ever asked about me?"

Mira nodded. "Oh yes, he used to ask a lot when he was much younger. He stopped when he hit 15 I think."

"He's seventeen now, right?"

"Yes,"

"I have a lot of catching up to do," Niroku said. "I really hope he gives me another chance."

"I'd like it if he does," Mira said softly. "But I can't force him to give you another chance, he needs to decide that for himself."

"Yeh," Niroku agreed. "Maybe some angel will persuade him to?"

Mira smiled softly. "Maybe. Now you want to wait in the living room? That's where he'll come through first when he comes into the house."

"All right," he said. "But when I hear him, I'll go right to the corner behind you so he sees you first and then me."

She couldn't help the evil grin that passed her lips. "Okay, that'll surprise him."

"Damn right it will,"


It was almost seven o'clock as Miroku lifted Sango into his strong arms and carried her to his house. He opened the door, closed it, pressed her up against the door and began to ravish her mouth hungrily. He couldn't wait to get her to his room.

"Hmm…" she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth to play with his tongue.

'Damn it, I can't wait to get to my room,'

Sango gasped when Miroku pulled her to the ground, lifted her skirt and began unzipping his pants. He pulled his condom wrapped cock out of his pants and delved back to Sango's face to capture her swollen lips.

"Miroku?"

Miroku shot up instantly in shock when he heard the familiar voice. "Mother?"

He looked and saw an equally shocked woman, but not any woman, his mother, the woman who should have still been on a cruise ship for another day!

"Put that stick back in your pants this minute!" She shouted at him. 'My son? Having sex? On the floor of my house? With a girl I don't even know? When did he get like this?'

Sango was up off of the floor fixing her clothes the minute Miroku had shot up off of her and choked, "Mother?"

Miroku's clothes were fixed in seconds. "Mother, what are you doing home?" he asked. It was the only thing that came to him. Mira stared at him with her no-nonsense look. He gulped and then scratched his head.

"Good question," She said stiffly her eyes blazing. "I could ask the same. Who's she?"

Sango had tried to fix her long brown hair into a more presentable style but knew that it didn't work. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen and she probably had hickeys all over her neck and face.

"Uh-" Miroku inhaled deeply. "Mother this is my girl-"

"Since when?" Mira snapped. "Since when do you have a girlfriend?"

Miroku didn't like the hostile tone of voice his mother had. He needed to calm her down somehow. Then suddenly, a man he hadn't seen in years came to her from the back of the room.

"Mira," he said.

She snapped her head to look at him. "What?"

"Calm down," he told her gently. "It's not good to work yourself up like this."

"But Niro-"

He put his finger on her lips to quiet her. "Breathe in…"

She inhaled deeply.

"Now breathe out…"

She did as he said and after three times she started to feel her anger drain.

Miroku was in shock but he didn't want to make his mother even angrier by asking why his father was there.

"Now, let's be civilized and sit down and talk about this," he said.

Miroku couldn't believe this man, his father, was actually trying to rule them by telling them what to do. He wouldn't bend to Niroku.

"I'm going to take Sango home," Miroku said.

His mother nearly jumped back out of the seat she was sitting in to rage again, but Niroku held her down.

"Miroku," He said. "This concerns her as well, so it's best she stays until after we sort this out."

Miroku bit his lip. "I don't agree," he said stiffly. "We won't be sorting this out, me and mother will sort this out and mother, if she wants to meet Sango at a later time, probably tomorrow to talk about this, then fine. But this has nothing to do with you."

Niroku felt his heart drop. "Listen- I know you're angry at seeing me here."

Miroku scoffed at him. "Angry? I'm not angry."

"You're in denial as well," Niroku said.

"Stop trying to diagnose me," Miroku spat angrily at him. "You're not my therapist, you're not my father, you're not anything to me!"

Sango gasped in shock. She never heard Miroku so angry before. 'How could he disown his father like that?' Sango was a girl who loved her father with every ounce of her being and always prayed to have him back. If he hadn't died in a terrible accident, she would still have him. It hurt her to hear the hate in her boyfriend's voice.

Niroku broke, he held his head down. "I'm sorry you think that,"

"I'm not,"

Niroku nodded.

Sango saw the man who Miroku looked just like and her heart went out to him. 'They probably have such a bad impression of me. They probably think I'm a two-bit whore. But maybe I can help them a little somehow?'

"Miroku?" She said.

He turned to her and his anger was thrown to the back of his mind and he gave her a soft, sad smile. "I'm sorry this happened. I really didn't expect to see my mom or much less that man over there."

She gave him a frown that worried him. "What's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't care what they think about me yet," she said making sure his parents could hear her. "They don't know me yet, but I'd be more than happy for them to get to know me. However, this isn't about me right now. This is about your family Miroku."

He tried to shrug it off. "Yeh- so my family's a bit dysfunctional. It's nothing."

Her frown deepened. "Miroku, it's more than nothing. I just heard you disown your own father- and don't tell me he's not your father because you look just like him! I could be as blind as Stevie Wonder and still see the resemblance between you two! That's how strong it is."

"Sango-"

She raised her hand to quiet him. "I know I don't know anything about your family," she said. "But I do know this. I will forever regret the day I told my father I hated him!" Tears ran down her eyes then as she remembered.

"Sango?"

"When I was thirteen, I wanted to go to my best friend's sleepover party," she said tearfully. "My father doesn't like those kinds of things, I never understood that. But I hated him when he told me I couldn't go."

Miroku reached out to hold her but she pulled away from him. "He used to call me angel," tears fell to splatter on the ground as she held herself. "But on that day, I told him I hated him and I never wanted to see his face again,"

Miroku could sense what was coming next. He felt as if he was going to break, he didn't know anything about Sango's family either. Hearing her story like this, in this kind of setting made shards of pain hit him. 'I want to hold her, but she won't let me.'

"It was night time when I told him those words I meant but didn't really mean." She sniffed as she brushed the tears away but more fell. "I broke his heart. He was only trying to protect me and I broke his heart. He stormed out of the house, got into his car, drove off and the next time I heard from him-"

Sango dropped to the floor her body weak with pain and sorrow.

"Sango!" He came beside her and held her to him. "Don't say anymore-"

"No!" She screamed at him and pushed him away. "He was in the hospital when I heard from him again. He had been hit by a speeding gas truck. He was in a coma. He was dying."

Niroku and Mira listened and pain washed over them both as the girl who obviously loved her father cried and cried.

Miroku felt helpless, all he could do was listen and watch as sobs wracked his girlfriend's tiny body. 'I want to hold her,'

When she calmed she spoke again. Her voice was cracked with emotion. "After a month, he woke up. But his eyes didn't stay open for long." She paused and tried to take a deep breath but it hurt to breathe. She hadn't told anyone about this part of her life.

Everything had gone wrong when her father died. "I was there when he spoke his last words." She felt her throat constrict. "He said… 'I forgive you angel.'


Okay people! Yes I've given Sango a very sad story, but I think it works with what I'm planning. Tell me what you all think about it!

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© 2010-2011, Apryl Johnson.
I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi, but I do own the idea/plot/storyline of this story.