I can't believe the responses! I plan to have one more chapter after this to close out everything. I want to end it before my creativity runs out and it ends up floating in the pond of never finished stories. BUT, I plan on having a new story posted soon after that I'm sure many will like if they liked this one. Without delay, here's Chapter 5 and a wrap up of Sango and Miroku.
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Miroku & Sango: The Ecchi & the Furious
Written & Edited by: Yoshida Saori & Taijioku Christina
~:~ Chapter 6: My Sango ~:~
All was quiet as Miroku sat in the waiting room, flirting with some nurses while Sango sat back, scowling to no one. Mizuki tried desperately to ease her on going headache, alternating her crossed legs every five or ten minutes in a tense wait. Aya had gone into labor and now they were there waiting for Hatori to come out and announce when the new additions to Miroku's already large family were born.
"What do you want them to be, Miroku? Didn't Hatori-san say she's carrying twins?" Mizuki asked curiously, trying to occupy her frazzled mind. Miroku seemed to always brighten at the sight or mention of children so she figured he could carry on a conversation about this.
"I don't know…I'll be happy either way though I kind of hope their girls." Miroku got this glazed expression over his eyes. "It'll even things out between the others since Keiko is out numbered four to one."
"I thought you'd want them to be boys so you could teach them some of your moves when they got older," Sango said dryly.
Miroku feigned innocence. "Would you really want more then one of me running around Japan?"
Sango cast him a dirty look. "That's true; one of you is enough."
"Seriously though," Miroku said as he put his legs up on the coffee table in front of him, "I do want them to be girls. I can spoil them rotten then."
Sango eyed his grin carefully. She had seen and named all kinds of grins he often gave but this was a new one. It had a hint of longing in it, a wry sort of grin as he probably thought of all the things he'd spoil his possibly new baby sisters with. "You like children, don't you?"
A rare, serene smile flitted to Miroku's lips as he closed his eyes blissfully; he was unaware of Sango's amused look. "Yeah…I want to have some."
Mizuki snickered inwardly, opening up her book that she brought along; he was too far in his daydream to realize he was going to give away too much then he was probably ready to reveal but who was she to stop him? It would do the boy good.
"Girls to spoil rotten and protect while I can have sons to teach all the things I know and tease when they get girlfriends."
Sango leaned on her knee, chin resting in her palm as she listened to Miroku babble all his plans for a large family. She hadn't really thought he was the kind of guy who ever seriously thought of this stuff. It was sweet.
After a few minutes of rambling off possible names for his future kids, Miroku began to realize who he was talking to and how she was looking at him.
Almost impossibly, Miroku felt an unfamiliar heat rise to his face. Oh god, he thought miserably, I NEVER blush!
Even so, Houshi Miroku was blushing as he bowed his head in utter embarrassment, muttering death threats towards Mizuki who finally let her boisterous laughter ring out through the waiting room.
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Aya sighed in exhaustion, bangs matted to her face as she smiled down at the squirming bundles in her arms, Hatori making baby sounds at them and smiling brighter then he had in weeks. Personally, she was just glad to see her feet again.
"Kawaii ne," Sango and Mizuki breathed as they came in, immediately fussing over the bundles. After 22 hours of painstakingly long labor, Houshi Minako and Houshi Asako were born into the world. "They're so tiny!"
Passing a package off to his father, Miroku smiled as his mother held one of them out to him. Cradling the smaller of the twins in his arms, his brotherly instincts kicked in as he rocked the baby in his arms gently, talking to her in hushed whispers.
Sango couldn't help smiling at the sight. He obviously had a knack with children, the little girl in his arms gurgling as she attempted to grab his nose. "She's so cute," Sango murmured, looking over his shoulder and grabbing her fingers lightly with a smile, with such pretty eyes like her mother."
Aya smiled at the two, blinking when something was shoved in her face. Looking up, she gave her husband a questioning look. "What's this?"
"Since you went into labor I never got to share this with you on Christmas." Extending the large box – which she suspected Mizuki had done from the wide grin the girl was wearing – she opened the lid and her eyes turned watery. "Hatori-kun…"
Sango watched in unconcealed fascination as he pulled out a bottle of champagne and a delectable dish of chocolate covered strawberries from the box, along with a candle which Mizuki promptly lit for them. "Merry Christmas, Aya-chan."
Miroku reluctantly handed over his new sister to the nurse as she came in to take the girls away, making his way out of the room to give his parents privacy. There were, after all, a few things a person never wanted to see in their lifetime and their parents making-out was one of them. "Let's go back to the house."
"Shouldn't we tell them we're going?" Sango questioned, pointing to the door as they walked towards the elevator.
Miroku chuckled, shaking his head as his arm looped around her shoulders, nudging Sango forward. "They'll never notice and my father will realize it soon enough anyway."
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The holidays were always filled with laughter, but all things had to come to an end.
"KOHAKU! You're going to be late for your first day!"
The boy in question hopped out of the room he shared with his sister, trying to tie his shoes while hopping for his breakfast that Sango was plating out. Miroku had already left for an early class, so his muttering about evil teachers and Mizuki's loud rants from downstairs about son of a bitch teachers from hell had woken her up as well. "Ane-ue, where's my backpack?"
"By the door!" Scrambling around the living room, Sango searched for her missing shoe. "Have you seen my shoe?"
"You used it to shut the alarm clock this morning," Kohaku called back before grabbing his backpack, "I'm going to school, ane-ue!"
"Be good and have fun!"
"I will!" With that, the door slammed and Sango sighed, slipping her shoes on. It was back to the same old routine until summer.
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"Houshi-senpai!"
Grimacing, Miroku plastered his famous smile on before turning around to look at the first year student who approached him after his two hour long seminar his psychology teacher required all his students to come to at the ungodly hour of 5:30 in the morning. It had finally ended and now he wanted to go get some breakfast before heading home to catch some sleep before his afternoon classes started. "Ah, Uki-kouhai, how are you?"
"Great!" Pushing her overly thick glasses up her nose, Uki blushed under Miroku's curious blue gaze. "Ano…Houshi-senpai…I wanted to know…if you want to have breakfast with me?"
Miroku sighed tiredly; he really wanted to be alone but he didn't want to break the poor girl's heart. She was, after all, a shy girl he knew from psychology and it was a surprise she even mustered up the courage to ask. "Sure, why not?"
So all the way to the quaint diner he listened to Uki's nervous chatter, listening attentively and throwing in a few words here or there. It was normally the perfect time to flirt with her a little but oddly enough, he just didn't want to. He didn't even feel like flirting with the sexy waitress, despite her obvious attempts to show off her cleavage.
What's wrong with me? Have I fallen so hard for Sango that I don't even want to hit on any women anymore? Inwardly groaning, Miroku downed his coffee in one long gulp. I thought I didn't want to get tied down to anyone…
It's too late now bouzou, a snide voice in the back of Miroku's mind -- it sounded eerily like Inuyasha's to boot -- snorted, I doubt you can go a day without thinking of Sango and how you wish things could be.
Shut up; what do you know?
I know you want her to be thinking of you at night when she goes to sleep. You want her to be the one who bares the children you want so badly.
Silently, Miroku wondered why he was even arguing with himself but decided to continue talking with himself anyway. She can't be the one; she can't be mine.
Why the hell not?! This time, the voice sounded distinctly like Mizuki's. What the hell is holding you back?
For once in his life, Miroku didn't have the answer to that.
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Kohaku sighed as he trudged out of school, glad it was over with. Everyone had bombed him with question after question and now if anyone asked him again about where he came from, he swore he'd pull his hair out.
"Kohaku-kun!"
Turning around, he blinked in surprise as an excited Rin jumped him in an exuberant hug. "Rin-chan…what are you doing here?"
Rin got off of him, pulling out a fresh school shirt from her little bag. "Sesshomaru-sama signed Rin up for school here! Now Rin can see Kohaku-kun every day!"
Kohaku couldn't help smiling. "That's great. I'm glad I'll have a friend here."
"Kohaku-kun didn't make friends at school?" Rin asked with a curious tilt of her head. "Did no one like Kohaku-kun?"
Kohaku shook his head. "I don't make friends easily like you can, Rin-chan."
Rin walked beside him, following Kohaku as he made his way towards his home. "But Kohaku-kun is kind...and, and…funny…" Rin searched her mind for other ways to describe the thoroughly embarrassed boy next to her, oblivious to his pinking cheeks, "And Kohaku-kun is cute! Why doesn't anyone like Kohaku-kun?"
Kohaku tried to hide his deepening blush with little success – a trait he and his sister shared. "No one ever really liked me before anyway so I didn't expect to be well liked here."
The thought that nobody liked Kohaku didn't settle well in Rin's mind, the small girl hugging him tightly around his waist. "Kohaku-kun is nice! Rin likes Kohaku-kun very much!"
Stuttering, Kohaku really didn't know what to do in this situation so he did the only thing his mind could think of; run away. "I…um…I have to go home and start my homework Rin-chan…I'll see you in school tomorrow!" With that, he ran down the sidewalk, leaving a completely confused Rin behind, not knowing how much she had affected the poor boy.
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Sighing, Sango trudged into the apartment, tired. It had been a long day and work had been busier then usual, leaving her feet sore and her limbs heavy.
"Sango, is that you?" Stepping out of the bathroom in his white robe, Miroku arched a curious eyebrow. "You look exhausted."
Sango muttered a few inaudible things before turning onto her side, allowing Kirara to jump up onto the couch ad cuddle hear her, the cat's wet and slightly cold nose nudging at her cheek. "I'm so tired…I had to run all around Tokyo for that pompous boss of mine…"
Miroku frowned; she didn't look too good, Sango's cheeks flushed an alarming shade of red.
Disoriented from her tiring day, Sango didn't even pay attention to her roommates hand as he kneeled by her side, feeling her forehead. "Why does it feel so hot in here?"
"You have a fever Sango," Miroku said, getting up and walking to the phone, "Just sleep and I'll call a doctor for you."
"I can't sleep…I have homework to do still," she said tiredly, trying to get up.
"Rest for awhile; I don't think you'll be able to go in tomorrow anyway," Miroku said with a deadly serious look as he pushed her back down onto the couch. Moving the pillows so she could rest her head more comfortably, he grabbed a blanket from Sango's room before instructing Kirara to make sure she stayed on the couch.
"Miroku?" Sango's voice was oddly timid as she tilted her head back, a confused look in her eyes. "Do you care about me?"
The question surprised him enough that the young man dropped the receiver. "What?"
"Do you care about me?" she repeated, looking forward as she began to get a headache from looking at him upside down, "You always act so perverted and flirt with every female we see…yet at times like this your so kind and not nearly as lecherous…I don't know what to think anymore…"
"Just rest," Miroku said uneasily, returning to her side with a thermometer. Putting it in her ear, he pushed the button and frowned at the reading. "You have a really high fever…" Looking at her, Miroku did a double-take.
Sango seemed completely calm as she lay nestled in the pillow with her eyes closed, but tears had formed on her eyelids and were slowly running down her cheeks. "Why do you always push me away?" Opening her eyes, Sango's normally bright brown eyes were clouded, indicating she probably wasn't completely there. "Every time I think I can get close to you…you always push me away…"
How was he supposed to handle this? Miroku hadn't ever been in a situation like this so he was fairly panicking as her tears came faster, a few muffled sobs escaping her lips. Have I hurt her this much? The thought was surprising and he didn't fully understand. Have I really hurt Sango this much? All this time…every time I…
Though Houshi men were known to be notorious playboys, none had ever made a woman cry; until now. Miroku's heart sank to the pit of his stomach as he racked his brain for anything to say but came up with nothing.
Suddenly, he wished Mizuki were here to give him the good kick in the ass he knew he deserved.
Through all his musings, it appeared Sango had drifted to sleep, her breathing steady and a bit broken from her sobs. Sitting by her side, Miroku took her hand in his and squeezed it gently, a forlorn look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sango…my Sango…I didn't know…"
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The morning light drifted into the apartment from the balcony doors, making Sango stir under the blankets. She still felt disoriented, her mind drawing a blank on what had happened after Miroku said she had a fever. Sitting up, she was surprised to see him sitting there on the floor, head bowed forward as he slept. "Baka, did he stay here all night?"
"He did." Turning towards the kitchen, Sango blinked as Mizuki brought her some breakfast. "Miroku called me late last night saying you had a fever." A small frown crossed her lips for a moment as she recalled something. "Apparently, he was a bit clueless about how to treat you so I came up earlier this morning to check on you."
"I don't understand…" Sango sighed, "Why does he act as if he cares?"
To her surprise, Mizuki laughed a little. "He does, my dear, you just have to know how to see it. Houshi's are good at hiding their true feelings underneath carefully constructed masks." Patting his head briefly, Mizuki shook her head. "I think you finally managed the impossible and knocked some sense into him after what you told him last night though. I can't say I didn't see it coming."
Sango frowned. "What did I say?"
Mizuki arched a curious eyebrow. "You don't remember?" When Sango shook her head, Mizuki cursed rapidly under her breathe. "Ask him; I have to get to classes. Tell Miroku I'll bring him whatever notes he misses to him later. Kohaku-kun said he'd pick up your stuff for you after school and bring it home with him as well." Gathering her things, Mizuki gave Sango a rueful grin before leaving. "You're a really lucky girl, Sango-chan."
Confused, Sango bade her farewell, shifting so she could slip out from under the blankets without waking Miroku. Kirara mewed as she got up, hopping down from the back of the couch and following Sango towards the balcony. The winter wind nipped at her face as she sat down in the chair facing the city, listening to the morning bustle. Clouds lined the morning sky heavily, indicating a possible snow fall.
"Sango?" Miroku's sleep laced voice drifted to her ears as he stumbled onto the balcony, his coat tossed on lazily. From the bags under his eyes, it looked as if Miroku hadn't had a good nights sleep. "You should be inside in case your fever comes back."
Miroku's stern look would have been convincing if he hadn't yawned largely after he spoke. "I'm fine now; you should be asleep since it looks like you didn't sleep well at all last night."
He didn't, but Miroku denied it anyway. "I was worried."
A dark look crossed her eyes as he sat on the chair next to her, his eyes opening to their normal size from the cold shock the seat gave him.
They sat there in a tense silence for a long while until Sango had finally had enough. "Miroku…did I say anything last night?"
"What do you mean?" The answer was too quick on Miroku's part making Sango's eyes narrow.
"What did I say? Mizuki-san mentioned that I…" Sango paused as she saw him tense up, his bangs falling to shield his eyes. "She said I told you something last night…"
"Have I really hurt you that much?" His voice wasn't even a whisper, making Sango strain her ears to hear. "All this time…has it really hurt you this much?"
Sango was getting an uneasy feeling about this but shoved it away and looked at him curiously. "I don't know what you're tal --"
Sango's eyes widened as Miroku suddenly had her in a warm embrace, his face buried in her hair. She only vaguely realized it was starting to snow.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away…" His voice was slightly cracked, as if he were crying. "It's just…you scare me."
If Sango wasn't confused before, she was now. "What?"
Pushing away, she let out a small gasp; he WAS crying. "Do you know how hard it is having your heart broken when it isn't fully healed yet? It hurts and it leaves a person…scared of falling in love again. That's why you scare me, Sango." Leaning his forehead against hers, Miroku closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "I'm not sure what you did or when it happened but I fell in love with you…and no matter what I do you just won't leave my mind."
The bright blush on her face was ignored for once, Sango's eyes as wide as saucers as her knees began to shake. Had she not already been sitting, she would have fallen to the floor. "I…you…I…"
That sinking feeling was coming into Miroku's stomach again, subconsciously preparing for the impending heart break. After all, he was nothing but a pervert to her most of the times, the few moments they shared something always ruined by him. Why would she possibly feel even the slightest bit for him?
"I…think I love you too." Sango wiped her eyes, looking at her feet as if they were the most interesting things on earth. "Call me crazy but I guess I fell for you somewhere along the time I've been here."
It took several minutes for Miroku to remember how to breathe and when Sango began shivering from the cold, he immediately ushered her inside and towards the fireplace as he got it going. Sitting down, he looked out as the snow came down faster, piling up on the ground. "You're getting sick again."
Curling up in front of the warm fire, Sango wrapped the blanket around her tighter before looking at Miroku who had taken a seat next to her, his arm draped over her shoulders. "Miroku?"
"Hmm?"
Sango smiled as she rested her head on his shoulder. "How come you haven't kissed me yet?"
Miroku looked surprised before grinning down at her. "Do you want me to?" When she nodded, Miroku dipped down and took her lips with his, male pride swelling at the thought that HE was her first kiss.
When he pulled away, Sango was blushing prettily, her eyes looking anywhere but his face. "That was my first kiss…" Smiling brighter, she snuggled into Miroku's arms deeper. "I'm glad you gave it to me."
"Me too Sango…My Sango."
And together, they watched the fire's light roar to life, lighting the apartment against the grim background of the snow covered city, sharing its warmth with the newfound couple as they snuggled together under the warm blankets, content as long as they were in the other's arms.
And like a blacksmith mending dented metal in a forge, Taijiya Sango melded Houshi Miroku's battered heart with the warmth of her touch and the kindness of her heart.
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ACK! The ending is so…sugary I had a hard time writing it. The next chapter is the last one! It'll show more SXM WAFF plus draw some closure on Kohaku & Rin! Stay tuned! Read & Review!
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