Disclaimer~ I don't own Inuyasha or any related characters.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors Note~ I was surprised that many people enjoyed the previous chapter. I'm not very good at writing fluff and I didn't know whether or not I wrote it very well. I also wasn't sure if Sango's reaction wasn't quite right or if everything was moving too fast. Apparently my reviewers thought differently and liked the chapter. I'm very glad about that and I've been tirelessly thinking of where to go from here. I'm still not entirely sure but we'll see where my ideas take me. For now, enjoy. ^_^
Chapter 12
A wide smile was spread across Kohaku's face. He had gone downstairs to wake his sister up but stopped when he found her sleeping snuggly in Miroku's arms. His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets. "Man you're pretty daring sis. I just hope father doesn't see you like this and get the wrong impression."
"Get the wrong impression of what?" Kohaku's father appeared behind him with a stern look across his face.
Kohaku turned his father, his face in utter fear. "Fa. Father?" He couldn't hide his fear of what his father's reaction might be to Sango and Miroku together on the couch. "Is there something you want?" He asked worriedly.
He nodded. "Yes, where exactly is your sister? She wasn't in her bedroom this morning when I came in to wake her up for breakfast."
A nervous laugh escaped Kohaku's mouth as his expression became more and more terrified. "I-have-no-idea."
Hashikkoi tapped his foot obviously annoyed. "Kohaku, where is your sister?" He was beginning to grow impatient.
He sighed, not wanting to get in trouble and complied with his father's wishes. "She's right--
"Miroku." Sango shifted in her sleep burying her head deep within his well- toned chest. She smiled as she enveloped herself deeper and deeper into his arms.
Miroku stroked her hair gently as he she snuggled closely to him, their heat radiating between each other in an affectionate gesture. "Sango."
Hashikkoi's mouth hung so wide open you could drive a train through it. His face grew redder by the second as he became angrier and angrier. He clenched his fist tightly trying to not erupt in anger. "Get your hands off of my daughter!"
Sango's eyes flinched hearing her father's booming voice, but she paid it no heed and continued getting more affectionate with Miroku. Using her free hand to run up and down Miroku's face and back down to his chest in a tender seductive nature.
Miroku grinned, loving the affection he was getting from Sango. He continued playing with her hair while his other hand slipped under her shirt rubbing her back lovingly.
Kohaku slapped his hand against his face and let it slowly slide down. He nervously as his sister dug her own grave. 'Dude! Sis! Not cool! You're so in for it now! Dad is going to rip your new boyfriend apart.' Kohaku turned to his father who looked like he was about to explode at any second.
Miroku's tender touch sent chills running up Sango's spine. She smiled and clung her arms around Miroku's neck kissing it several times. She opened her eyes wondering what his reaction would be, but she was immediately surprised to see her father and Kohaku gapping at her while she hung all over Miroku. Her face turned bright red not knowing what to say.
'Oh god, I'm so dead.' She shook Miroku gently, trying to wake him from his sleep. "Miroku wake up. Come on hurry up, we have a big problem." She looked back over again at her father and brother. Kohaku stood there like an idiot totally stunned while her father couldn't stop twitching in anger. She gulped, anticipating the impending doom that is her father. She shook Miroku again, this time with more force. "Wake up!"
Miroku rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and let out a long yawn stretching out his arms. "Yeah, I'm up Sango." He turned to her smiling sweetly. "How did you sleep?"
"Mi-ro-ku." Sango wearily pointed over to her annoyed father who had been watching from the sidelines.
Miroku's eyes shot wide open as he nearly jumped of his skin. "Shit!" Miroku backed away from Sango and got off the couch, his face beat red. "Sir! It's not what you think. We were just." His voice trailed off not knowing what sort of excuse he could give.
Hashikkoi growled. "You were just doing what with my daughter? I would like an answer I could believe." He stared sternly at Miroku, with fire in his eyes. "Well?"
"Well I." Miroku turned his attention to the floor. He hung his head dejectedly not knowing of anything he could say that wouldn't result in Sango's father chasing him out of the house with a bat. "Sir I--
"No Miroku." Sango got up and stood next to Miroku grabbing his hand and holding it tightly with hers.
Miroku worriedly looked from Sango's hand holding his over to her father. He was mortified by the evil glare he was getting from Hashikkoi. "Sango, what are you doing? You're going to get me killed."
She shook her head. "No everything is going to be fine Miroku."
Hashikkoi let out a low growl. "No, everything is not going to be fine! What was he doing with his hands all over you!? And what were your hands doing all over him!?"
She smiled and gripped Miroku's hand tighter. "I can't tell you an answer you're going to like so I might as well not say anything at all. I can't really explain my actions to you since you must already know what's going on between us."
He nodded grimly, knowing full well the two of them were seeing each other now. "Let's go talk in the kitchen Sango." He then turned his attention to Miroku. "You! I don't want you going anywhere till I'm done talking with Sango. Do you understand?"
Miroku nodded quickly fearing Hashikoi's wrath. "Yes sir, I do."
"Good, now why don't you put on some clothes before you freeze." He smiled evilly knowing his words had embarrassed the teen.
Miroku looked down at his boxer shorts and blushed madly. "Right, I'll do that."
Hashikkoi walked off with Sango in the kitchen to discuss the matter further while Kohaku and Miroku sat in the living room not saying anything but standing there mindlessly.
Miroku sighed and got dressed. 'Great, now what's going to happen to me? This is such a mess.' He groaned and sat quietly on the couch awaiting his doom.
Kohaku felt bad for Miroku and desperately wanted to assure him that his father wouldn't kill him even if he wasn't convinced himself. "Miroku, you shouldn't worry so much. It's not like my dad is going to kill you. He's probably just going to run you out of the house or something of that nature."
Miroku stared awkwardly at Kohaku his words weren't helping him any. 'Is this kid trying to cheer me up or make me feel worse?' "Uh."
Kohaku smiled realizing he didn't exactly perk Miroku right up. "I'm sorry it's just well. You did sleep with my sister after all. There's not much I can say that won't make you believe my father isn't going to disown you."
Miroku's eyebrow began twitching. "What did you say? I thought you said that I slept with your sister but that can't be right." Miroku laughed nervously hoping he was just hearing things.
"You did sleep with her didn't you? After all we found you on the couch alone together just now and you were all over each other."
'Is this kid for real?' "Uh. Let me ask you something, do you think that your father would assume that we had "slept" together?"
Kohaku shrugged taking the question lightly. "I would suppose so, especially considering you were in your boxers. Are you telling me you didn't sleep with her?" Kohaku glanced over at him curiously wondering what Miroku's deal was. 'This guy is a real weirdo. He's probably some pervert.'
"Yes! I didn't sleep with your sister!" Miroku clenched his fist tightly trying not to beat the curious youngster to a pulp. He sighed. "Sorry, but I don't like being thought of as some weird guy who came to your house off the streets and slept with your sister. You know?"
He nodded. "Oh I see, so you didn't sleep with her. Huh, I guess that means you're not just some sick weirdo who sleeps around. So then, are you in love with my sister if you didn't violate her?"
Falls on face off of the couch. 'What the hell is this an interrogation!?' "Tell me something. Are all little brothers curious about their sister's boyfriend?"
Kohaku smirked evilly. "So then you DO love her? Right? Because you just said you just said you were her boyfriend."
Miroku didn't say anything his pride was too hurt. He just laid on the floor waiting to be driven out of the house with some blunt heavy object. 'Damn kids.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile in the kitchen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hashikkoi stared blankly at his daughter, his face still beat red and extremely aggravated. "Well Sango? I'm waiting for a clear explanation on what's going on."
Sango played around with her fingers as she desperately tried to avoid her father's all knowing gaze. "I don't know how to really explain it. It just of happened."
He frowned. "I see. Was he at least wearing protection?"
Sango nearly fell out of her chair. "What!?"
Hashikkoi was more than surprised about Sango's reaction to his question. "Are you telling me you didn't sleep with this boy?"
"Of course not!" Sango tried to calm herself the situation had become terribly embarrassing. "I have never slept with Miroku. We just sort of cuddled last night. Nothing other than that happened."
Hashikkoi let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank god, I thought you and that pervert might have had sex last night I'm so glad you didn't. And you never plan on it right?"
Sango nearly exploded. "What sort of question is that!? I don't know! I can't predict the future."
"So you do want to become more affectionate with this boy?" He eyed her curiously not sure what was running through her head.
She let out a low growl. "I didn't say that either! I'm saying is I don't know if our relationship will grow deeper or not. I really care for him and I hope he feels the same about me."
He nodded. 'It looks like things with this boy is getting pretty serious now.' "So what now Sango? Where does everything go from here?"
"I'm not sure exactly. All I know is Miroku is the person I want to focus most of my attention. He doesn't have a home any more and his guardian abused him so it just seems so.so. So awful for him. He needs to get his life back on track you could say."
"I realize that but isn't this more Miroku's affairs? It's not wrong to want to help him but you don't want to get too involved with him. It's obvious he has a lot of issues he's going through."
She gritted her teeth. A small tear ran down her cheek. "Do you just want me to do nothing then!? He needs my help and I'm not going to turn him away just because my father doesn't want me to get involved. He has no one in this world! He needs someone to help him! He's been alone for most of his and it'd be wrong to abandon him now after what we've gone through." More tears threatened to come pouring out but she was able to sustain from crying.
He sighed this wasn't going how he had planned it. "Sango, please just calm down. You have to understand my predicament though. You brought back some boy off the streets, shared a moment with him, and then you want to be even more involved with him. What should I say to that?"
Sango stood up and slammed her fist on the table. Her rage was starting boil over. "How can you say that!? You should offer to help him! He's still just a kid! He can't handle matters like this." She let out a small cry. More tears streaked down her angered face.
"Sango, the best I can do for him is bring him to a shelter or something of that matter. After that you shouldn't see him. He could bring trouble for you and I don't want that."
"No! Never do you hear me!" She choked down more violent cries as it began harder and harder for her to control her emotions. "I can't! I love him!" Sango broke down in an eruption of tears. "I love him."
Hashikkoi's eyes softened. He dispersed from his gruff exterior and embraced a calmer demeanor. "Sango, okay. It's okay just calm down. If you feel so strongly about him I wont ask you to not see him anymore. But I will ask you to be careful. Do you understand? I don't want to see you get hurt."
Sango didn't say anything she let out a few muffled cries. She was deeply upset over this whole matter and couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
Miroku could hear her sobs from living room and became extremely concerned. "Sango." He left his comfortable position from the floor and got up, wiping off any carpet lint lying dormant on his clothes.
Kohaku took notice of this and became for lack of a better word, confused. "What are you doing? If you're planning on going into the kitchen, then don't. My father will be furious if you do."
Miroku shrugged. Such trifles didn't matter to him, all he knew was Sango was upset and needed a shoulder to cry on. "I guess he'll be upset then." He turned away from Kohaku and walked into the kitchen. He immediately noticed Sango crying and felt a twitch of pain run through him. "Sango, are you alright?"
She lifted her head from her arms and looked at the concerned figure in the entrance of the kitchen. "Miroku?" She wiped away a few of her tears. "What are you doing here?" She let out a small sniffle trying not to cry in front of him.
"I heard you crying in the other room and was concerned. Is everything alright?" He moved closer to her in attempts to bring her some comfort.
"Miroku." Sango got up from her chair sending it crashing down to the floor and enveloped herself in his strong arms. More tears escaping from her eyes.
"Shhh. It's alright Sango, please don't cry." He rubbed his hand soothingly down her back trying to calm her. "Everything is going to be fine don't worry so much."
Hashikkoi was about to protest but said nothing. He felt it wasn't his place to intervene at this point. He sat silently saying nothing, waiting to see what would happen next.
Sango had finally stopped crying and was back in control of her emotions. She still clung to Miroku tightly for dear life.
Sensing she was back in control Miroku decided to make his move. "Sango, lets go outside and take a walk. We can talk to for a while and straighten some things out." His eyes searched hers pleadingly, hoping she'd take up his offer.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Lets go." She broke her embrace over him and followed him out the door. 'What's going to happen on this walk? I wonder what is he wants to talk about.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's all for chapter 12 hope you guys liked it. I tried to roll in a lot of different things in there, humor, fluff, and some drama. I hope I succeeded in bringing all three to the table. I'm looking forward to your reviews on this chapter. It'll be fun to see your reactions.
Inu-shounen~ I hope this gets you even higher my friend.
Sweet Chaos~ Thanks for the praise and encouragement.
Blulily07~ I'm trying, believe me.
AssasinReiX~ Kill is a little drastic in this situation but it made for a good misunderstanding.
Aamalie~ Thanks, I didn't think it was very good because I'm still not an experienced fluff writer yet, but I enjoy the praise really I do. Thank you! ^^ *munches candy*
Insomnia-maniac~ I'm glad, that's what I hoped was emphasized the most.
Small-buttercup~ Not exactly, this is a way different scenario. I hope you still like it though.
Deadly Tears~ Yay! New reviewer! *does happy dance* Thanks for the review!
Lar-Lar~ You told me everything I was hopping people would get out of the chapter, thank you.
Sango-chan~ No, still more fluff cause I know how much you people love that fluff.
Fanfictiongeek36~ Soon enough for yeah?
That's all for the kick ass reviewers for chapter 11. All of you please review, I really appreciate it. Your reviews fill me with great pride and satisfaction. Hell! Even flame me! Just so long as you say something about the chapter.
Next chapter~ Miroku and Sango go somewhere private and have a nice talk on their walk.
Expect an update around Thursday of next week. It all depends on school people but that's what I'm guessing. We have Thursday and Friday off so I should have another chapter written by then.
Adios for now,
Zero.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Authors Note~ I was surprised that many people enjoyed the previous chapter. I'm not very good at writing fluff and I didn't know whether or not I wrote it very well. I also wasn't sure if Sango's reaction wasn't quite right or if everything was moving too fast. Apparently my reviewers thought differently and liked the chapter. I'm very glad about that and I've been tirelessly thinking of where to go from here. I'm still not entirely sure but we'll see where my ideas take me. For now, enjoy. ^_^
Chapter 12
A wide smile was spread across Kohaku's face. He had gone downstairs to wake his sister up but stopped when he found her sleeping snuggly in Miroku's arms. His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets. "Man you're pretty daring sis. I just hope father doesn't see you like this and get the wrong impression."
"Get the wrong impression of what?" Kohaku's father appeared behind him with a stern look across his face.
Kohaku turned his father, his face in utter fear. "Fa. Father?" He couldn't hide his fear of what his father's reaction might be to Sango and Miroku together on the couch. "Is there something you want?" He asked worriedly.
He nodded. "Yes, where exactly is your sister? She wasn't in her bedroom this morning when I came in to wake her up for breakfast."
A nervous laugh escaped Kohaku's mouth as his expression became more and more terrified. "I-have-no-idea."
Hashikkoi tapped his foot obviously annoyed. "Kohaku, where is your sister?" He was beginning to grow impatient.
He sighed, not wanting to get in trouble and complied with his father's wishes. "She's right--
"Miroku." Sango shifted in her sleep burying her head deep within his well- toned chest. She smiled as she enveloped herself deeper and deeper into his arms.
Miroku stroked her hair gently as he she snuggled closely to him, their heat radiating between each other in an affectionate gesture. "Sango."
Hashikkoi's mouth hung so wide open you could drive a train through it. His face grew redder by the second as he became angrier and angrier. He clenched his fist tightly trying to not erupt in anger. "Get your hands off of my daughter!"
Sango's eyes flinched hearing her father's booming voice, but she paid it no heed and continued getting more affectionate with Miroku. Using her free hand to run up and down Miroku's face and back down to his chest in a tender seductive nature.
Miroku grinned, loving the affection he was getting from Sango. He continued playing with her hair while his other hand slipped under her shirt rubbing her back lovingly.
Kohaku slapped his hand against his face and let it slowly slide down. He nervously as his sister dug her own grave. 'Dude! Sis! Not cool! You're so in for it now! Dad is going to rip your new boyfriend apart.' Kohaku turned to his father who looked like he was about to explode at any second.
Miroku's tender touch sent chills running up Sango's spine. She smiled and clung her arms around Miroku's neck kissing it several times. She opened her eyes wondering what his reaction would be, but she was immediately surprised to see her father and Kohaku gapping at her while she hung all over Miroku. Her face turned bright red not knowing what to say.
'Oh god, I'm so dead.' She shook Miroku gently, trying to wake him from his sleep. "Miroku wake up. Come on hurry up, we have a big problem." She looked back over again at her father and brother. Kohaku stood there like an idiot totally stunned while her father couldn't stop twitching in anger. She gulped, anticipating the impending doom that is her father. She shook Miroku again, this time with more force. "Wake up!"
Miroku rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and let out a long yawn stretching out his arms. "Yeah, I'm up Sango." He turned to her smiling sweetly. "How did you sleep?"
"Mi-ro-ku." Sango wearily pointed over to her annoyed father who had been watching from the sidelines.
Miroku's eyes shot wide open as he nearly jumped of his skin. "Shit!" Miroku backed away from Sango and got off the couch, his face beat red. "Sir! It's not what you think. We were just." His voice trailed off not knowing what sort of excuse he could give.
Hashikkoi growled. "You were just doing what with my daughter? I would like an answer I could believe." He stared sternly at Miroku, with fire in his eyes. "Well?"
"Well I." Miroku turned his attention to the floor. He hung his head dejectedly not knowing of anything he could say that wouldn't result in Sango's father chasing him out of the house with a bat. "Sir I--
"No Miroku." Sango got up and stood next to Miroku grabbing his hand and holding it tightly with hers.
Miroku worriedly looked from Sango's hand holding his over to her father. He was mortified by the evil glare he was getting from Hashikkoi. "Sango, what are you doing? You're going to get me killed."
She shook her head. "No everything is going to be fine Miroku."
Hashikkoi let out a low growl. "No, everything is not going to be fine! What was he doing with his hands all over you!? And what were your hands doing all over him!?"
She smiled and gripped Miroku's hand tighter. "I can't tell you an answer you're going to like so I might as well not say anything at all. I can't really explain my actions to you since you must already know what's going on between us."
He nodded grimly, knowing full well the two of them were seeing each other now. "Let's go talk in the kitchen Sango." He then turned his attention to Miroku. "You! I don't want you going anywhere till I'm done talking with Sango. Do you understand?"
Miroku nodded quickly fearing Hashikoi's wrath. "Yes sir, I do."
"Good, now why don't you put on some clothes before you freeze." He smiled evilly knowing his words had embarrassed the teen.
Miroku looked down at his boxer shorts and blushed madly. "Right, I'll do that."
Hashikkoi walked off with Sango in the kitchen to discuss the matter further while Kohaku and Miroku sat in the living room not saying anything but standing there mindlessly.
Miroku sighed and got dressed. 'Great, now what's going to happen to me? This is such a mess.' He groaned and sat quietly on the couch awaiting his doom.
Kohaku felt bad for Miroku and desperately wanted to assure him that his father wouldn't kill him even if he wasn't convinced himself. "Miroku, you shouldn't worry so much. It's not like my dad is going to kill you. He's probably just going to run you out of the house or something of that nature."
Miroku stared awkwardly at Kohaku his words weren't helping him any. 'Is this kid trying to cheer me up or make me feel worse?' "Uh."
Kohaku smiled realizing he didn't exactly perk Miroku right up. "I'm sorry it's just well. You did sleep with my sister after all. There's not much I can say that won't make you believe my father isn't going to disown you."
Miroku's eyebrow began twitching. "What did you say? I thought you said that I slept with your sister but that can't be right." Miroku laughed nervously hoping he was just hearing things.
"You did sleep with her didn't you? After all we found you on the couch alone together just now and you were all over each other."
'Is this kid for real?' "Uh. Let me ask you something, do you think that your father would assume that we had "slept" together?"
Kohaku shrugged taking the question lightly. "I would suppose so, especially considering you were in your boxers. Are you telling me you didn't sleep with her?" Kohaku glanced over at him curiously wondering what Miroku's deal was. 'This guy is a real weirdo. He's probably some pervert.'
"Yes! I didn't sleep with your sister!" Miroku clenched his fist tightly trying not to beat the curious youngster to a pulp. He sighed. "Sorry, but I don't like being thought of as some weird guy who came to your house off the streets and slept with your sister. You know?"
He nodded. "Oh I see, so you didn't sleep with her. Huh, I guess that means you're not just some sick weirdo who sleeps around. So then, are you in love with my sister if you didn't violate her?"
Falls on face off of the couch. 'What the hell is this an interrogation!?' "Tell me something. Are all little brothers curious about their sister's boyfriend?"
Kohaku smirked evilly. "So then you DO love her? Right? Because you just said you just said you were her boyfriend."
Miroku didn't say anything his pride was too hurt. He just laid on the floor waiting to be driven out of the house with some blunt heavy object. 'Damn kids.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile in the kitchen~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hashikkoi stared blankly at his daughter, his face still beat red and extremely aggravated. "Well Sango? I'm waiting for a clear explanation on what's going on."
Sango played around with her fingers as she desperately tried to avoid her father's all knowing gaze. "I don't know how to really explain it. It just of happened."
He frowned. "I see. Was he at least wearing protection?"
Sango nearly fell out of her chair. "What!?"
Hashikkoi was more than surprised about Sango's reaction to his question. "Are you telling me you didn't sleep with this boy?"
"Of course not!" Sango tried to calm herself the situation had become terribly embarrassing. "I have never slept with Miroku. We just sort of cuddled last night. Nothing other than that happened."
Hashikkoi let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank god, I thought you and that pervert might have had sex last night I'm so glad you didn't. And you never plan on it right?"
Sango nearly exploded. "What sort of question is that!? I don't know! I can't predict the future."
"So you do want to become more affectionate with this boy?" He eyed her curiously not sure what was running through her head.
She let out a low growl. "I didn't say that either! I'm saying is I don't know if our relationship will grow deeper or not. I really care for him and I hope he feels the same about me."
He nodded. 'It looks like things with this boy is getting pretty serious now.' "So what now Sango? Where does everything go from here?"
"I'm not sure exactly. All I know is Miroku is the person I want to focus most of my attention. He doesn't have a home any more and his guardian abused him so it just seems so.so. So awful for him. He needs to get his life back on track you could say."
"I realize that but isn't this more Miroku's affairs? It's not wrong to want to help him but you don't want to get too involved with him. It's obvious he has a lot of issues he's going through."
She gritted her teeth. A small tear ran down her cheek. "Do you just want me to do nothing then!? He needs my help and I'm not going to turn him away just because my father doesn't want me to get involved. He has no one in this world! He needs someone to help him! He's been alone for most of his and it'd be wrong to abandon him now after what we've gone through." More tears threatened to come pouring out but she was able to sustain from crying.
He sighed this wasn't going how he had planned it. "Sango, please just calm down. You have to understand my predicament though. You brought back some boy off the streets, shared a moment with him, and then you want to be even more involved with him. What should I say to that?"
Sango stood up and slammed her fist on the table. Her rage was starting boil over. "How can you say that!? You should offer to help him! He's still just a kid! He can't handle matters like this." She let out a small cry. More tears streaked down her angered face.
"Sango, the best I can do for him is bring him to a shelter or something of that matter. After that you shouldn't see him. He could bring trouble for you and I don't want that."
"No! Never do you hear me!" She choked down more violent cries as it began harder and harder for her to control her emotions. "I can't! I love him!" Sango broke down in an eruption of tears. "I love him."
Hashikkoi's eyes softened. He dispersed from his gruff exterior and embraced a calmer demeanor. "Sango, okay. It's okay just calm down. If you feel so strongly about him I wont ask you to not see him anymore. But I will ask you to be careful. Do you understand? I don't want to see you get hurt."
Sango didn't say anything she let out a few muffled cries. She was deeply upset over this whole matter and couldn't hold back her tears anymore.
Miroku could hear her sobs from living room and became extremely concerned. "Sango." He left his comfortable position from the floor and got up, wiping off any carpet lint lying dormant on his clothes.
Kohaku took notice of this and became for lack of a better word, confused. "What are you doing? If you're planning on going into the kitchen, then don't. My father will be furious if you do."
Miroku shrugged. Such trifles didn't matter to him, all he knew was Sango was upset and needed a shoulder to cry on. "I guess he'll be upset then." He turned away from Kohaku and walked into the kitchen. He immediately noticed Sango crying and felt a twitch of pain run through him. "Sango, are you alright?"
She lifted her head from her arms and looked at the concerned figure in the entrance of the kitchen. "Miroku?" She wiped away a few of her tears. "What are you doing here?" She let out a small sniffle trying not to cry in front of him.
"I heard you crying in the other room and was concerned. Is everything alright?" He moved closer to her in attempts to bring her some comfort.
"Miroku." Sango got up from her chair sending it crashing down to the floor and enveloped herself in his strong arms. More tears escaping from her eyes.
"Shhh. It's alright Sango, please don't cry." He rubbed his hand soothingly down her back trying to calm her. "Everything is going to be fine don't worry so much."
Hashikkoi was about to protest but said nothing. He felt it wasn't his place to intervene at this point. He sat silently saying nothing, waiting to see what would happen next.
Sango had finally stopped crying and was back in control of her emotions. She still clung to Miroku tightly for dear life.
Sensing she was back in control Miroku decided to make his move. "Sango, lets go outside and take a walk. We can talk to for a while and straighten some things out." His eyes searched hers pleadingly, hoping she'd take up his offer.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Lets go." She broke her embrace over him and followed him out the door. 'What's going to happen on this walk? I wonder what is he wants to talk about.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of chapter~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's all for chapter 12 hope you guys liked it. I tried to roll in a lot of different things in there, humor, fluff, and some drama. I hope I succeeded in bringing all three to the table. I'm looking forward to your reviews on this chapter. It'll be fun to see your reactions.
Inu-shounen~ I hope this gets you even higher my friend.
Sweet Chaos~ Thanks for the praise and encouragement.
Blulily07~ I'm trying, believe me.
AssasinReiX~ Kill is a little drastic in this situation but it made for a good misunderstanding.
Aamalie~ Thanks, I didn't think it was very good because I'm still not an experienced fluff writer yet, but I enjoy the praise really I do. Thank you! ^^ *munches candy*
Insomnia-maniac~ I'm glad, that's what I hoped was emphasized the most.
Small-buttercup~ Not exactly, this is a way different scenario. I hope you still like it though.
Deadly Tears~ Yay! New reviewer! *does happy dance* Thanks for the review!
Lar-Lar~ You told me everything I was hopping people would get out of the chapter, thank you.
Sango-chan~ No, still more fluff cause I know how much you people love that fluff.
Fanfictiongeek36~ Soon enough for yeah?
That's all for the kick ass reviewers for chapter 11. All of you please review, I really appreciate it. Your reviews fill me with great pride and satisfaction. Hell! Even flame me! Just so long as you say something about the chapter.
Next chapter~ Miroku and Sango go somewhere private and have a nice talk on their walk.
Expect an update around Thursday of next week. It all depends on school people but that's what I'm guessing. We have Thursday and Friday off so I should have another chapter written by then.
Adios for now,
Zero.