Okay people! I'm posting this chapter a bit earlier because I have some more stuff to do to get straight for my 4th semester of college. (I'm so getting tired of this process every semester!) Anyway, I also have to buy me a headset- can't wait till I get the money for that!
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Disclaimer: Owning Inuyasha is something I wish I could, but I can't.
© 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 2: Angel needs Family
Everything had gone wrong when Sango's father died. "I was there when he spoke his last words." She felt her throat constrict. "He said… 'I forgive you angel.'
Miroku broke. He held his head down as water slipped through his eyes. 'She must have gone through so much pain,'
"Mother was so distraught when father died that in her grief, she- she almost accidentally killed my little brother, Kohaku. A case of negligence. Doctors found her unfit to care for Kohaku and me, so me and Kohaku were taken and thrown into the foster care system. The family who wanted Kohaku didn't want me. My mother raged that I was the girl who caused the death of my father and ruined my younger brother's life."
'Her mother blamed her for her husband's death,' Niroku realized instantly, 'And she undoubtedly believed it,"
"I never saw my brother again after they took him away. Since no one wanted me, I was placed in the children's home. When I turned sixteen, I already had a job that could help me manage living on my own and I had been saving up my money. So I rented an apartment and I tried mending my life by finding my mother." She inhaled deeply.
Searching for her mother, Noriko and fixing the problems between them had been one of the good points in Sango's life after her father died. When Sango had found her mother she was doing much better after years of therapy but she was lonely, so Sango went to live with her. Her mother didn't hate her anymore, but they had their moments when grief would overtake them and they'd say some really hurtful things to each other. However, they both had one goal they shared, they wanted to find Kohaku and it was that goal that made them able to mend their problems.
"Anyway, I bought a camera, so I could always take pictures of my most precious moments. I never had a picture of my father, so every year I go to visit him at his grave and I try to remember how he looked before he died. Every year, it gets harder and harder to remember- but that's to be expected right?"
Everyone was silent for a long time. Sango inhaled deeply and wiped her face. "Miroku,"
He went to her. "Yes?"
"Can you do something for me?" she asked softly.
"Anything," he told her.
She gave him a small smile. "I'm serious,"
"So am I!"
He had felt so helpless when he couldn't hold her to him in her time of need. Miroku knew that she could ask anything and he would give it to her in less than a heartbeat.
"I want you to give your father a chance," she said.
Niroku's mouth dropped open when he heard her words. Mira's grip on him tightened a little. Would Miroku truly give Niroku a chance?
Then she told him, "I know I don't know the situation," she said as she got up and went to his parents. "I would really like it if you would allow me to come back tomorrow to explain what you saw between me and your son," she said. "I'll understand if you think I'm a leg-spreading bitch whore that's hypnotized your son and I'll understand if you don't want me to step foot back into this house. I'm sorry you saw us as you did- I honestly don't regret it, but I am sorry you witnessed it. It must have come as a shock."
"It did," Mira said softly.
"I apologize for our behavior,"
Mira nodded. "I would like to see you again," Mira told her. "How about tomorrow at dinner?"
Sango inhaled deeply. "Tomorrow is fine, dinner sounds good."
"All right," Mira said. "And I would like to apologize for my behavior," she smiled softly. "You see Miroku is my only son, my pride and joy and it really shocked me to see him… as he was."
Sango smiled back. "That's understandable," she said. "If my father was alive and he saw what you saw he would have skinned Miroku's- "she cleared her throat. "Anyway, Miroku would have been strung up by his… um… I think you got the point."
Niroku was trying not to laugh. "Tell me something miss," he spoke.
"Yes?"
"How does it feel to finally get the pressure off your chest?"
She searched within her and smiled happily. "It feels… better. I feel much better."
"That's good," he said. "You really shouldn't have kept all that inside of you."
She nodded. "I didn't know who I could tell. I didn't want people to judge me unfairly. I used to be an extremely spoiled child who cried whenever I couldn't have something, when my father died I changed. I grew up a bit more and I began to understand many things."
"It's so obvious you're still hurting by your father's death," Niroku said. "If you want, you could talk to me. I'm a thera-"
Miroku felt anger rush back and he went to Sango and put his arm around her. "She can talk to me."
"Miroku," she frowned at him.
"No," Niroku said to her. "It's fine. Miroku's right. He's your boyfriend and if there's one person you should at least be able to talk to it is him. I'm sure he'll be a lot better at helping you mend than I probably can."
'Dad…' Miroku felt his anger fade again and he wondered if his anger will always be on a roller coaster going up and down as frequently as it did.
Sango nodded and turned to her boyfriend. "Well?"
Miroku was silent.
She stared at him intensely. "Miroku look at him!"
He didn't.
She sighed roughly. "If you don't do it for him, then do it for me at least. I know that if my father was alive, I would still be his little angel and I'd still have my little brother Kohaku. You don't want to live your life in regret if anything should happen to him. Trust me, I've been living a regretful life for almost five years and it's not a happy life. You try to smile, but a true smile never comes. You always blame yourself, knowing that you should probably be blaming the drunken gas truck driver. You never truly forgive yourself. You carry around a burden that is so heavy the pain- even though it's mental and emotional- it becomes physical. You feel like killing yourself every single day so you can try to search for him on the other side to tell him how sorry you are. Please Miroku, if there's one thing I want to do- as not only your girlfriend but your friend- I want to help you mend the problem between you and your father."
Miroku inhaled deeply. "All right Sango," he said. "I'll do it. I'll give him a chance. A fighting chance," he looked at his father's eyes and swore he was looking at his own eyes. "But only because you asked me to,"
Sango's arms went around him tightly. "I hope that as you two solve your problems your motivation for mending the rift between you both will grow so that you see that you're not only doing this for me, but you're doing this for your father, your mother but most of all… you."
He held her tightly for a long minute before she pulled from his arms. "I think I need to go home now. Mother's probably searching through all my pictures of you I have stashed away under my bed."
"Why under your bed?"
She grinned at him and then in his ears, she whispered. "I like being on top," she said. It took him a while to catch the sexual undertone of her words. When he did he chuckled a little.
Then his mother spoke, "Miroku, take um…"
"Oh, it's Sango Taijiya," She introduced.
"All right, take Ms. Taijiya ho-," Mira paused. "Unless you'd like to stay for dinner?"
Sango declined emphatically. "I'd rather not imprint how I look right now in your mind any further. I look a lot better when I'm…."
"Not ravished by our son?" Niroku offered and Sango and Miroku flushed with embarrassment.
"Anyway," Miroku began to usher her out of the house. "I'll drop Sango home now. Um… good bye Sango!"
"Bye!"
"Miroku,"
He looked at his father who called his name. "Catch!"
Miroku caught the key Niroku threw at him. "Your car?" Miroku frowned ready to give it back. "Sorry I don't need it. I got my own."
"Keep the key, Miroku," His father said. "Your mother was telling me how worried she gets when you drive the one you have. So you can use this until I get you a new one."
Miroku felt a surge of anger come over him. Sango somehow sensed it and rested her hand upon his back. It began to fade slowly.
"I don't need a new car and I don't want you to buy me anything," Miroku said.
"Miroku," His mother said. "You do need a new car."
"Fine," he said. "But I'll buy it myself. I don't need a stranger buying me things."
"Miroku!" Sango pinched his back. He yelped and turned to look at her.
"A stranger is a person you don't know!" He explained. "I don't know him so for now he's a stranger until further notice!"
"All right," Niroko said with understanding. 'It's going to take some time for him to adjust with me back in his life. I can give him that.'
Miroku looked at him. "What do you mean all right?"
"You can buy your car if you want to,"
Miroku's anger surged again. "I don't need your permission to-"
Sango grabbed his ear and he complained. "Sango! That hurts!"
"Be nice and take the keys Miroku," she said. "It's obvious your mother is worried about you driving that car and to be honest, I'm worried as well and you now know the real reason why I… why I wanted to play debate in the car. I wanted to take my mind off of the fact that I was on a road. A road is where my father got the injuries that cut his life short."
He could understand that. "All right," he said clutching the keys tighter. "But when I get the money I'll buy my own car."
"All right," she said with a smile. "Good night!"
"Good night, Ms. Taijiya," Miroku's parents said as they left.
Niroku was still sitting beside Mira when his son and his girlfriend disappeared through the door.
"Her story was heartbreaking," Niroku said.
Mira nodded. "I think I like her,"
"I- I know I like her," Niroku said truthfully. "She's the angel I needed."
Mira smiled softly. "She's the angel we all needed and we can be the new family she still needs."
Miroku dropped Sango off in his father's practically brand new Corvette. "My dad must have money falling out of his ass if he can buy a car like this."
Sango smiled. "I really like it, Miroku. It's spacious and trendy, and I just feel safe in it."
"That's because I'm in it,"
She laughed a little. "Probably," she said. "You should buy it from him."
He groaned. "You really like it?"
Sango gave him a big grin. "I love it and you look extra sexy behind the wheel,"
"You think so?"
She kissed his cheek. "I know so." She said as she got out of the car. Miroku got out and walked her to her door.
"I'll run it by him then," Miroku told her. "I'll see how much he'll sell it for,"
"He'll probably give you a discount,"
Miroku snorted. "What an understatement, he'll sell it to me for free."
She laughed.
"Sango?"
She looked at him. "Yes?"
"I want to be the shoulder you cry on whenever you have to," he said softly as he gazed into her eyes. "I want to help you get through the pain you've been feeling for so many years. Will you let me?"
She nodded. "I will."
"Good," He said as he bent his head to kiss her softly. It was a kiss that sealed his mental promise to always be with her.
"It was really embarrassing getting caught while we were ready to-"
"Tell me about it!" Miroku exclaimed. "I can still hear my mom shouting, 'put that stick back in your pants this minute!'"
Sango laughed outrageously. "Goodness, caught twice in one day! That must be a sign!"
He frowned. "What kind of sign?"
"We need to slow down a little," she said. "I know we already had sex once but… we really don't know that much about each other yet so-"
He nodded in agreement. "Let's date then?"
She gave him a sweet smile. "Dating sounds fun."
"Sex is fun,"
She laughed again and hit him playfully. "You've only done it once!"
"I only needed to do it once to know it was fun!" He began kissing her. "And I still have a lot of practicing to do," he wiggled his eyebrows at her and groped her bottom.
"Miroku!"
He grinned mischievously. "What no slap?"
She flushed and turned to open the door. Miroku's arms went around her and he nibbled on her ear. "I love you Sango," he said softly.
She looked up at him. "I love you too Miroku."
He bent his head to kiss her once more before she walked into her house with a later and a 'call me tonight'. Miroku sighed and went back to his car- his father's car. As he drove home, Sango was on her knees with tears draining down her eyes shaking and praying that he made it home safely.
He did.
When he reached home, he found his mother and father at the table ready to eat. He wasn't really hungry. So much had happened in one day, he was just tired and he wanted to talk to Sango fast to make sure she knew he was all right.
"Um… mom?"
"Yes? Are you ready to talk a little? Come on dinner's ready."
He scratched his head. "I'm not really hungry tonight," he said. "Can we talk about how I got in the hospital, Sango… him" Miroku pointed to his dad, "Tomorrow?"
"Okay," she nodded. "I'll put it up for you to have later then."
"Thanks," he said as he walked up the stairs he paused. 'Where's he sleeping tonight?'
Miroku was going back to ask when he heard them speaking.
"I think I'm going to head home after I finish this Mira," Niroku said.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "There's a guest room,"
"No, I don't want to impose and I think moving into the guest room would be a little too much too soon. I want to take this slowly so we can really start over. Rushing won't work,"
"Okay,"
When Miroku heard that he headed up the stairs. 'Maybe giving dad a chance is the right thing to do.'
Miroku entered his room, pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed Sango. She picked up instantly.
"Miroku?"
She sounded frantic.
"I'm home, in my room and safe Sango," he assured.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Sorry," she apologized. "You must think I'm so paranoid."
He shook his head. "No, I think it's sweet of you to be concerned about my safety and I really appreciate you for it."
"Thanks."
"Now on to a sexier note," he grinned. "What color panties are you wearing?"
"What panties?" she grinned back happy to know that Miroku was alive and well at his house.
Little did Sango know- her father was staring down at her from the skies smiling at his slowly-healing, happy little angel.
There you have it people! That's Sango's tragic life story. She's also the bridge that will help Miroku connect better with his father, which is a good thing. More surprises are to come and trust me you all may be shocked by what's going to be happening soon!
So Inuluver1990 now goes to get all the rest of her stuff straight for college.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!
© 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.
