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Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Author's note~ After some prodding from my muse *is being held at gunpoint* I ended up re-writing it after being very unsatisfied. It really lacked the content I wanted it to have so I deleted the 5 pages I had already written and started it over. I hope the re-write is better and you reviewers respond strongly to the chapter or I'll have to kick myself in the ass for getting rid of half of my chapter.
Chapter 14
Miroku walked silently down the sidewalk with Sango resting snuggly in his arms. She looked exhausted, so he decided not to wake her but instead carry her back home. It had been a long night for him as well and his feet were beginning to feel like cinderblocks as he struggled to drag himself back to Sango's house. He sighed as he eyed a bench ahead of him wishing he had the time to stop and rest his tired body. 'No, I don't have time to rest. I need to get Sango home before her father starts to worry. The last thing I need is him getting overly upset at me for keeping his daughter out so long.'
An image of himself being run out of the house by Hashikkoi with a metal bat in his hand filled his mind. He chuckled to himself lightly as he by- passed the bench. "No, I don't think I'd like that at all."
Sango's eyes wearily opened at the sound of Miroku's voice. She looked up at his face and blushed, realizing what he was doing. "Miroku?"
"Oh, Sango." Miroku looked down at the drowsy girl still lying in his arms. "I hope I didn't wake you. Don't worry, you'll be home soon, so just relax and enjoy the ride." He smiled softly and averted his eyes back to the sidewalk not wanting to hit something while he was busy gazing at the beautiful girl in his arms.
Sango could feel herself dribbling into a puddle seeing his warm caring smile. Her body relaxed more in his arms feeling less nervous than before. He always found some way to make her nearly melt in his wake, this time it only took a smile. "May I ask why you're carrying me home exactly?" A small blush covered her cheeks at the thought of him being so kind to do something like that. "Not that a mind or anything." She trailed off, her face turning a deeper shade of red.
A smile crept up Miroku's face seeing how badly she was blushing. He always found it so adorable how face looked when she blushed, so cute and so vulnerable, just like a little girl. "Well, if you really want to know Sango you had fallen asleep as we were enjoying the sunset together. I knew how fatigued you were and decided it'd be best if I just carried you home." He smiled smugly, and here came the kicker. "Besides, I like having you close to me like this." He couldn't help but wonder how badly his comment would make her blush.
Her blush intensified even more as her cheeks felt like they had gone up in flames. 'Stupid Miroku, he always knows how to make me go weak in the knees. Him and that sensual smile of his. It makes him look so damn sexy.' She shook her head ridding such thoughts from her mind. 'I can't just let him win like this. I won't let him have that much power over me.'
She smiled evilly, plotting something devious within the depths of her mind. She hung her hands around Miroku's neck clutching him tightly. She pulled herself up so her head was just under his chin. She rested her head on his neck and rubbed up against him. "I really like it to," she whispered seductively to him.
Miroku could feel chills running up his spine, this wasn't suppose to happen. She was suppose to be the vulnerable one, not him. 'Damn, she's really good. Why couldn't she just stay the sweet innocent Sango instead of the sexy intoxicating one?' Another chill ran up his spine as Sango rubbed herself deeper into him. "You're suffocating."
"What was that?" She asked, pretending to be sweet. She brushed up against him, this time her lips meeting just under his chin and running down his neck slowly. 'This is payback from before Miroku.' He let out a small whimper bringing a wide grin to her face. "I still can't hear you, Miroku." She licked his neck and could feel his arms growing limp beneath her. 'Gotcha.'
Miroku smiled meekly trying to still keep as much composure as possible. "You're cruel, very cruel." His legs continued to shake as he felt his body slowly starting to give out under him. "Let's call it a truce though, I don't think I can last much longer."
She shook her head and kissed Miroku on the cheek. "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy Miroku. I don't make truces, I exact my revenge." She planted several more soft kisses down his neck teasingly.
Sango's warm kisses made him shiver. "I can be evil too, you know." Miroku smiled deviously as he stopped walking and kissed Sango lightly on the lips tracing the tip of his tongue around her lips.
Sango went in to deepen the kiss but was stopped by Miroku's finger placed gently over her lips. He shook his head playfully at her. "No, I gave you the chance to play nice but you wouldn't let me." A smile crept over his lips, showing mercy he removed his finger. "But sadly I do have to play nice since we're standing right in front of your house."
Miroku wasn't lying, they were standing right outside her house. Time had passed by quickly while she was busy bringing him to his knees. "Damnit, there goes all my fun." She crossed her arms and pouted.
He looked down at her curiously, surprised by her statement. 'She wants some fun eh? I'll give her fun.' His curious look quickly turned into a sinister one. "Still want to play do you?"
Sango almost looked horrified by the look Miroku had given her. "Miroku, what the hell are you plotting in that evil mind of yours? And let me down. My father wouldn't be too pleased to see you carrying me like this."
He shrugged and continued walking up to the front door. "So what? You said you wanted to have some fun so that's what we're going to do." He reached his hand over to knock on the door.
"Wait!" She quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it back. "What are you thinking? My dad would be very upset seeing you so close to me like this. He'd slaughter you."
"Maybe, but maybe not. It'd be fun to find out and would throw your dad threw a loop." He reached his hand back out this time gaining no trouble from Sango and knocked on the door.
She shook her head in disbelief at his stupid but daring action. "Do you want to make my father angry and totally hate and resent you? That's what will happen if you don't put me down this instant."
"Ah, come one Sango! Where's your backbone? You said you wanted to have your fun and that's what we're going to do."
She sighed; the message wasn't getting through. "Yeah Miroku, it'll be fun for my dad giving himself a reason to kill you."
"Shhhh. Your dad is coming, just play along and this can be really amusing." He winked at her and smiled dumbly waiting for Sango's dad to come to the door.
Sango covered her hand over her face not wanting to watch the ensuing carnage. 'God save my idiot boyfriend from my dad.'
The door swung open and an angry Hashikkoi stood at the door. His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets when he saw Miroku holding Sango in his arms. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter!?"
Miroku blinked stupidly as if he had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm not doing anything with your daughter." 'Yet.' "I just brought her home that's all," he said trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Hashikkoi let out a low growl. "I can see that but." He ripped his eyes away from the couple, unable to bear the site any longer. "But why the hell did you take her home in that matter!?"
"Because daddy. He's my prince charming." Sango smiled and kissed Miroku softly on the cheek. "Isn't that right?"
Hashikkoi's mouth dropped all the way to the ground, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, and his body twitching in anger.
Miroku was a tad surprised by Sango's daring action but just smiled, not showing it. 'So you did decide to play after all.' "That's right, and as we all know prince charming always has to carry the fair maiden home." He passed Hashikkoi and made his way inside the house and up to Sango's room.
Hashikkoi slammed the door and went barreling up the stairs after Miroku and Sango. His anger soon to erupt like a volcano. "That little punk."
"Wait dad." Kohaku stopped his father on the top of the stairs from chasing down Miroku. "Don't kill him, let the two have their moment and kill him later. You owe it to her."
He sighed and nodded his head, un-balling his fists. 'Sango, you can thank your brother for convincing me not to kill your boyfriend.' "I think I'll go wait for him downstairs in the kitchen." He slowly went back downstairs grumbling all the way down into the kitchen.
'Great, now I can spy on Sango without father interfering.' Kohaku slinked off down the hallway towards Sango's bedroom. Peaking into the slightly opened door, finding the couple resting on Sango's bed. 'I wish I had my camera right now, this would be a perfect picture to black mail Sango with.'
Miroku gently stroked Sango's hair as she laid curled up beside him. "Maybe I went a little overboard with your father. He seemed pretty upset." His hand stopped moving, he was beginning to get nervous and overly upset with himself. "I got too caught up in the moment."
Sango shook her head and turned over so she could face Miroku. "No, it's not a big deal. Sure my dad is pissed but he'll get over it. Besides, I meant what I said. You are my prince charming." She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, wrapping her arms around him.
Miroku closed his eyes enveloped in the sweet feeling of Sango's warm presence next to him. His body became more relaxed and he could feel his eyes struggling to keep themselves open. He placed his hand on Sango's back and rubbed it gently, giving himself something to do to keep his eyes from closing.
The relaxing gesture was too much for Sango and sleep quickly filled her eyes. The only noise coming from her mouth were the gentle sounds of her soft breathing.
'Good, she's asleep.' He slowly wriggled out of her grasp and managed to escape of her bed. He kissed Sango gently on her forehead and covered a blanket over her. "Good night sleeping beauty."
"Miroku. Don't go." Sango reached her hands out to his arm but found nothing. "Stay here with me, I don't want to be alone."
'She's just like a child.' He looked tenderly over at her. "Don't worry Sango, I'm not going to be gone for long. Wait for me." He walked back over to the bed and hugged for a moment then got up and turned off the light switch. To his surprise when he opened the door he heard a thud.
"Ow, that hurt!" Kohaku rubbed his head gingerly where a large bump was now forming. He looked back up at Miroku who was now glaring at him, he began to panic. "I uh. My dad wanted me to tell you he's waiting for you in the kitchen."
"Of course, you wouldn't be spying on me and your big sister would you?" He grinned at the trembling monster and smiled. "I didn't think so."
Kohaku watched him walk off down the stairs to the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief. "Good, he didn't kill me after all. But that may not hold true for him." He peaked back into Sango's door and saw the relaxed expression on her face. "Enjoy it now sis, cause your boyfriend may not come back the same."
Miroku quickly noticed the irritated expression on Hashikkoi's face as he entered the kitchen. He tried to remain calm and pulled up a chair at the table waiting for Hashikkoi to speak, he didn't wait long.
"What's the meaning of all this!? What were you doing with my daughter all damn night!? I want an answer I can believe." He crossed his arms and tried to wait patiently for Miroku's answer.
Miroku didn't reply to the question. He just sat there blankly staring off into space as other thoughts invaded his mind. Thoughts of Sango.
Hashikkoi twitched his eyebrow in annoyance. He wasn't very good at playing the waiting game. "Well!? Say something damnit!"
Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully with a big dumb smile plastered over his face. "Sango is one hell of a kisser." An even wider dumber smile appeared on his face; he was off in his own fantasy world.
Hashikkoi stared at the boy dumbstruck. 'He didn't just say what I just thought he said. If he did he must really want me to smash his face in.' "Uh, did I hear you correctly just know? Because I could have just sworn you said my daughter was a hell of a kisser."
Miroku nodded not fearing the vengeful father sitting before him. "No, you didn't hear me wrong. I've kissed your daughter and it was an amazing experience." He smiled as the memory crept back into his mind. The pleasantness of it filling him with a warm relaxed feeling.
"I see." His eyebrow continued to twitch uncontrollably and his frown grew larger. "I can't stop you from seeing my daughter and wouldn't dream of trying with the right hook she has but." He let out a small growl. "If you break her heart I'll break your face. Understand me?" His hard eyes of stone met Miroku's silky lavender ones.
Miroku gazed right back at him determined not to show any fear. He loved Sango and he wasn't going to back down. "I understand, and you can be assured I'll treat your daughter with the honor and respect she deserves." His eyes narrowed further at Hashikkoi's. "I give you my word."
His arm reached out to Miroku and his hand was placed gently on his shoulder. "I'll hold you to that. I wont let my daughter get hurt, it's obvious you're the keeper of her heart so if you were to break it I would be crushed."
Miroku could sense the caring nature in his voice and did his best not to betray Hashikkoi's trust in him. "I love her and I will never do anything to hurt her. She means too much to me." Miroku's heart throbbed at the thought of ever loosing her like he did everyone else. The pain he had felt of loosing someone before was still fresh in his mind.
Hashikkoi could easily sense Miroku's evident pain and struggled within himself to confront him on the matter. "Listen kid, whatever you're going through I know it must be tough. But you have to get your life back on track if you're going to make it. You're a mangled mess of emotions. I can tell." He recoiled his hand and sat back in his chair hoping Miroku wouldn't lash out at him.
Miroku's soft eyes grew even softer. His heart was acing and he couldn't stop the emotional pain he was feeling. 'I wish I had my knife right now. At least then I could stop all this pain.' He winced at the thought of blade running through his skin again. "You're right, I'm a mess and I'm still having some troubles cleaning things up. You shouldn't worry about me though, I'm a survivor."
Miroku's powerful words didn't faze Hashikkoi. He could see right through the boy's defenses and look at the vulnerable little kid inside. "Nobody can last forever, the pain eventually just swallows you up. I would hate to see that happen to someone Sango has grown so close to."
Miroku turned his attention down at the table his eyes at the verge of tears. 'It's too late because it's already happened.' He quickly blinked away his tears and turned his attention back to Hashikkoi. "Thank you for the concern but I'll be fine." Miroku got up and pushed his chair in, afraid of what the conversation may develop into. "Excuse me but I'm exhausted. If I may ask could I stay here one more night?"
Hashikkoi sighed he was getting close but was still so far. "Yeah, you can stay a few more nights. Feel free to use the couch again."
Miroku smiled grimly, he was horrible at hiding his emotions. "Thanks, I really appreciate the kindness." He turned to walk away but stopped himself wondering if Hashikkoi was going to say something else, his intuition proved him right.
"You can't hide beneath that happy exterior forever, your true character shows through eventually." He got up and pushed his chair in as well and stood silently by the table.
Miroku gulped and clenched a tight fist. He felt transparent, Hashikkoi was just like Sango, they both could see through him so easily while others couldn't. "Please, just stop. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel and in turn you wouldn't understand the way I act." A small tear rolled down Miroku's cheek. His body shook under Hashikkoi's gaze, he was afraid of what could happen next.
"Damnit!" Hashikkoi slammed his fist down on the table. "How do you expect to ever get over your pain if you don't let people in? If you just hide from your emotions they're still there and they just slowly eat at you till you're nothing left."
Miroku flinched at the anger Hashikkoi was exhibiting. It reminded him of Kenji and that sent chills running through him. "My emotions ate me a long time ago and now I'm nothing. I don't have a family, I don't have a home, and I barely have a future. I don't have anything.." He turned around and stared straight into Hashikkoi's eyes, tears streaming down his face. "When you have nothing you are nothing. And people shouldn't worry about nothing."
"Don't be so self-centered!" Hashikkoi walked over to Miroku and punched him hard in the face. Miroku's nose was bleeding and blood quickly ran down his face and continued dribbling downward before disappearing under his shirt. Hashikkoi was horrified by what he just did but just stood there silently in a state of shock.
Miroku didn't flinch at the site of his blood poring out of him. He had grown accustomed to the feeling and made not attempt to wipe the blood away. He closed his eyes as a few more tears escaped his tightly closed eyes. "Tell me, why do you even care? You don't have a reason to get involved with me."
Hashikkoi shook his head and slowly approached the teen. "If you're the one my daughter is in love with I do care. It means your something special to her and if she's in pain over you than she's in pain and that does matter."
Miroku sighed, he felt fooled again. Hashikkoi didn't care about Miroku he cared about Sango not getting hurt. "Why don't you just say what you mean? You're afraid I'll hurt your daughter and to keep that from happening you want to try and help me. I don't want your help and I don't need your pity."
Hashikkoi hung his head down in disgust, Miroku read him like a book. It was true; he really did care more about Sango's well being than Miroku's. He sighed in defeat. "Do whatever you want but know your past and all your problems with eventually catch up to you. You can't run forever."
Miroku smiled smugly, looking like his old self. "Sure I can if I run fast enough." He turned and walked away leaving the kitchen and seated himself on the couch. His nose hurt like hell and when he touched his face he could still feel fresh blood oozing out. "Damn." He got up from the couch and ran upstairs searching for the bathroom.
After a few failed attempts of finding the bathroom Miroku came to the last door in the hall and opened it, relieved to see a bathroom instead of a closet or another bedroom. He walked over to the sink and examined his face.
His nose was red and puffy and blood was still trickling out of it, other than that he wasn't injured. He grabbed a wash towel from the towel crack and turned on the facet getting it wet. He put the damp cloth to his face and began wiping away all the dry blood. After that was finished he used the cloth to tightly pinch his nose to diminish what little bleeding was left.
He removed the cloth from his nose and looked at his face in the mirror. The bleeding had stopped so he rested the cloth over the side of the sink and turned off the lights slinking quietly back downstairs.
He laid back down on the couch and attempted to get himself comfortable. He was for a while but couldn't stop tossing and turning. It was like no matter what he couldn't feel just right. 'What's wrong with me? I should have been asleep as soon as I laid down, but instead I feel so restless and upset.'
"Miroku?" Sango sneaked up behind the couch wanting to get a chance to talk with him. "Is everything alright? I heard yelling downstairs and someone in the bathroom. I went in there to see if it was you but found a bloody rag. What's going on?"
Miroku bit his lip, he couldn't decide if he should tell Sango the truth or not. "Sango listen, your father and I had a bit of a misunderstanding and he responded to a comment I had made. He punched me in the face and I got a bloody nose, he apologized and we left the matter alone after that." He hoped Sango would respond negatively to his explanation and would just let it slide.
Sango cringed at the thought of her father hitting Miroku. Tears began whelping up in her eyes. "I'm very sorry Miroku. I'll go leave you alone." She turned around expecting to be half way up the stairs but Miroku was holding her back. His hand was firmly grasped over her wrist, and he had no intention of letting her go.
His eyes looked pleadingly at her, just like a lost little puppy dog. "Please don't go, stay with me. I don't want to be alone tonight." He loosened his hold over Sango letting her decide what she wanted.
"Miroku, I don't want to be alone either. I felt so empty and sad when you got up and left me in my bedroom." She took a step towards the couch and slipped into an open space Miroku had provided. "So lets not be alone, lets be together." She smiled lightly and kissed him softly on the lips.
He nodded, kissing her back sweetly. "Yeah, together." He gathered her up in his arms and held her close to him. Knowing she was his and he was hers brought him great comfort and that restless feeling quickly left him and only contentment remained. His body finally gave into its exhaustion and his eyes closed as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Sango too didn't last very long. It was a great relief to her that Miroku was fine and he wasn't upset at her father. She was but with Miroku being okay about it she didn't care too much. Her main concern was him and if he was alright she was alright. She smiled, feeling relaxed she let sleep claim her, so she could rest her tired body. It was a long day for the two of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The phone rang loudly throughout the quiet house. Kohaku moaned and left his bowl of cereal in the kitchen to go and pick up the phone.
"Hello?" He said drowsily.
"Hi! This is Kagome Higurashi. Is Sango there?" Kagome had been dying all morning to finally call Sango and ask her what happened at the park the other night with Miroku.
Kohaku scratched his head for a moment. "She might still be sleeping but I can go check." He picked up the cordless phone and ran up to Sango's room. To his surprise she wasn't there. "Sorry Kagome, just wait another minute. She's not in her room."
Kagome nodded quickly, she was starting to get antsy from all the waiting. "Sure, that's fine. I can wait a while." 'If I don't explode first.'
Kohaku wandered into the living room and saw Sango curled up with Miroku on the couch. A large grin quickly spread across his face. 'Sango must have had fun again last night.' "Uh Kagome, I did find Sango but she's actually sleeping on the couch with her boyfriend at the moment. Should I wake her up for you?"
Kagome blinked her eyes in surprise; she was definitely not expecting that. 'Sango's sleeping with Miroku! Oh my god!' She laughed nervously realizing she hadn't answered Kohaku's question. "No, it's fine don't wake her up. I really didn't need to talk to her that bad. I'll see her at school. Thank you, good bye." She quickly hung up the phone and screamed in giddiness. "Wait till Inuyasha here's this! I can't believe her, or Miroku for that matter. This is just too funny!"
Kohaku shrugged and hung up the phone. 'Weirdo.' He walked over to his sister and shook her gently. "You better wake up sis before dad finds you like this. He wouldn't be too happy with you, and not to mention your boyfriend."
Sango's eyes slowly fluttered open as Kohaku's face came into focus. "Kohaku?"
"Wake up, baka! You're going to be late for school not to mention dad would kill you if he found you sleeping on the couch with your boyfriend again!" He rubbed the back of his head in a nervous spaz, hoping his dad wouldn't all of the sudden walk in.
Sango still half asleep turned her head over seeing Miroku sleeping peacefully beside her, his arms wrapped around her waist. She blushed and quickly jumped up from the couch. "I forgot about that. Geez, I'm going to be late if I don't get moving. Kohaku, wake Miroku up so I can get dressed!" Without waiting for a reply she bounded up the stairs and ran into her room shutting the door tightly behind her.
He watched stupidly as his sister ran off. "Thanks for asking so nicely sis." He turned his attention over to the teen still sleeping on the couch. He shook him vigorously not wanting to waste time being gentle. Hell! He hadn't even gotten to finish his cereal! "Wake up you idiot! You're going to be late and the more time I waste with you the soggier my cereal gets!"
Miroku smiled and sat up wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "God forbid if your cereal got soggy. Don't worry kid, I'm up you can go eat breakfast now." He let out a loud yawn and stretched his arms taking his dear sweet time getting ready.
Sango ran back downstairs now in her school uniform and her hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. She noticed Miroku still sitting on the couch and became infuriated. "Miroku! What the hell are you doing!? You have to get ready for school."
He shrugged, paying Sango's warning no heed. "I can't, I don't have any of my school clothes or things. All my stuff is back in my room at Kenji's, and there's no way in hell I'm going back there. I'll just take detention for a week or whatever punishment my teachers can come up with."
She sighed and hurried into the kitchen. "Yeah, alright. Well, at least eat some breakfast with me. You'll need something to get you through the day."
He nodded and followed her into the kitchen. Kohaku was nursing his bowl of Lucky Charms and Hashikkoi was reading the paper and drinking a nice hot steaming cup of coffee. He sat down at the table across from Kohaku and waited for Sango to give him something breakfast, anything. It didn't matter to him as long as it was edible.
Sango pulled out a box from the cupboard and removed the package. "Do you like pop -tarts, Miroku?"
His stomach growled loudly and he smiled. "Yeah, pop-tarts sound good to me."
"Kay." She opened the package and plopped the two square breakfast pastries into the toaster. "It shouldn't be too long, this way we can eat on the run."
Miroku shook his head, he found Sango so irresistibly funny. "You really don't want to be late for school do you?"
She shrugged, not really caring about his take on whether she wanted to be late or not. "I guess I'm just not as accustomed to getting into trouble like you. I actually do mind getting tardies." She grabbed the now slightly warmed up square pastries and flung one over to Miroku. "Lets go!" She stuffed hers in her mouth and headed out the door.
Miroku sighed and took a bite of his pop-tart. He pushed in his chair and ran after Sango. 'Why can't I just enjoy my breakfast instead of choking it down?' He eventually caught up to Sango who was well down the end of the street already. "Yo, Sango wait up!"
Sango stopped and turned around surprised to see Miroku had caught up so quickly. "I'm sorry I though we were just going to meet up at school since you seemed to want to take your time."
He panted and shook his head. "No *pant* I *pant* wanted to *pant* walk with you. Is that alright?" He drew in a deep breath finally able to breathe regularly again.
She smiled at him slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, sure we can walk together." She grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "Come on, we don't want to be late!"
Miroku groaned. 'Here we go again!' "Sango wait a minute!" Too late, Miroku was being dragged full speed down the sidewalk narrowly avoiding other pedestrians. He gulped seeing more crowds of people. 'God this is going to be one hell of a day.'
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Okay, so the rumor I warned about didn't appear in this chapter. Sorry about that, it WILL be in the next chapter I assure you. After I did my rewrite for this chapter it turned out a lot longer than it was before, so I decided not to make this another one of my freakishly long chapters. Besides, 11 pages are quite a bit content. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I didn't over due things too much. Thanks a lot to all my reviewers from the last chapter.
Aamalie~ Thanks a lot, it's a relief to hear. And this chapter should be up just in time for when you get back home. ^_~
Sweet Chaos~ Sorry for the confusion, it should have been sunset the whole time. I think I started confusing myself while I was writing it. But thanks for the compliment on the kissing scenes, I'm still working on making those better. And btw you're kissing scenes rock!
Lar-lar~ As much as you say it I never get tired of hearing that. I hope you have the same opinion about this chapter. And see, Sango's dad wasn't a gun-bearing father just a concerned one.
Insomnia-maniac~ *Is suffocating from all the love* Too much love! Too much love!
Rissi-sama~ Glad you can forgive and forget quickly. ^_^ Sorry I melted you again but I just can't help myself.
Inu-shounen~ My we certainly asked a lot of questions this chapter.
Inuyasha's parents live somewhere else. I'll probably have them as important business type people who are always traveling and it's too hard for Inuyasha to stay with them, so he lives with his bro. No, he's in no way a jock, but he'd make a good addition to the boxing team. I'm all about compromising situations, you know that. They're the funnest situations to have. Yes, because not all my readers are dead yet, so I have to keep them satisfied as well.
Small-buttercup~ Sorry, I'll have to make you wait in suspense about the rumors. Blame my muse for deciding on a re-write.
Fanfictiongeek36~ I'm glad you think so; it's refreshing to hear that.
Naamai~ Thanks a lot, I luv fluff too! ^^
Sango-chibi~ As I write more stories I'm improving on my skills drastically. I love writing this story and I'll continue to try and update fairly soon. Thanks for being patient.
Mirsan4ever~ *Smiles* Fluff is good, no?
Well, that's all of the kick ass reviewers I got for chapter 13. I loved reading every one of the reviews I got and I'm going to keep trying to update soon for you guys. Thanks, your reviews they mean so much to me.
Next chapter~ Realization of how fast rumors can spread around a school hits Miroku and Sango hard and it's even worse for Miroku. Guys are so cruel. Read and see what happens.
Expect and update around I'd say oh. Damn, I don't think till maybe next Monday. I'm busy Thursday Friday and Saturday and I detest updating on weekends but if I have a low amount of homework Tuesday and Wednesday I'll try to update on Wednesday then. I'll play it on a curve.
That's all for now,
Zero.
Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Author's note~ After some prodding from my muse *is being held at gunpoint* I ended up re-writing it after being very unsatisfied. It really lacked the content I wanted it to have so I deleted the 5 pages I had already written and started it over. I hope the re-write is better and you reviewers respond strongly to the chapter or I'll have to kick myself in the ass for getting rid of half of my chapter.
Chapter 14
Miroku walked silently down the sidewalk with Sango resting snuggly in his arms. She looked exhausted, so he decided not to wake her but instead carry her back home. It had been a long night for him as well and his feet were beginning to feel like cinderblocks as he struggled to drag himself back to Sango's house. He sighed as he eyed a bench ahead of him wishing he had the time to stop and rest his tired body. 'No, I don't have time to rest. I need to get Sango home before her father starts to worry. The last thing I need is him getting overly upset at me for keeping his daughter out so long.'
An image of himself being run out of the house by Hashikkoi with a metal bat in his hand filled his mind. He chuckled to himself lightly as he by- passed the bench. "No, I don't think I'd like that at all."
Sango's eyes wearily opened at the sound of Miroku's voice. She looked up at his face and blushed, realizing what he was doing. "Miroku?"
"Oh, Sango." Miroku looked down at the drowsy girl still lying in his arms. "I hope I didn't wake you. Don't worry, you'll be home soon, so just relax and enjoy the ride." He smiled softly and averted his eyes back to the sidewalk not wanting to hit something while he was busy gazing at the beautiful girl in his arms.
Sango could feel herself dribbling into a puddle seeing his warm caring smile. Her body relaxed more in his arms feeling less nervous than before. He always found some way to make her nearly melt in his wake, this time it only took a smile. "May I ask why you're carrying me home exactly?" A small blush covered her cheeks at the thought of him being so kind to do something like that. "Not that a mind or anything." She trailed off, her face turning a deeper shade of red.
A smile crept up Miroku's face seeing how badly she was blushing. He always found it so adorable how face looked when she blushed, so cute and so vulnerable, just like a little girl. "Well, if you really want to know Sango you had fallen asleep as we were enjoying the sunset together. I knew how fatigued you were and decided it'd be best if I just carried you home." He smiled smugly, and here came the kicker. "Besides, I like having you close to me like this." He couldn't help but wonder how badly his comment would make her blush.
Her blush intensified even more as her cheeks felt like they had gone up in flames. 'Stupid Miroku, he always knows how to make me go weak in the knees. Him and that sensual smile of his. It makes him look so damn sexy.' She shook her head ridding such thoughts from her mind. 'I can't just let him win like this. I won't let him have that much power over me.'
She smiled evilly, plotting something devious within the depths of her mind. She hung her hands around Miroku's neck clutching him tightly. She pulled herself up so her head was just under his chin. She rested her head on his neck and rubbed up against him. "I really like it to," she whispered seductively to him.
Miroku could feel chills running up his spine, this wasn't suppose to happen. She was suppose to be the vulnerable one, not him. 'Damn, she's really good. Why couldn't she just stay the sweet innocent Sango instead of the sexy intoxicating one?' Another chill ran up his spine as Sango rubbed herself deeper into him. "You're suffocating."
"What was that?" She asked, pretending to be sweet. She brushed up against him, this time her lips meeting just under his chin and running down his neck slowly. 'This is payback from before Miroku.' He let out a small whimper bringing a wide grin to her face. "I still can't hear you, Miroku." She licked his neck and could feel his arms growing limp beneath her. 'Gotcha.'
Miroku smiled meekly trying to still keep as much composure as possible. "You're cruel, very cruel." His legs continued to shake as he felt his body slowly starting to give out under him. "Let's call it a truce though, I don't think I can last much longer."
She shook her head and kissed Miroku on the cheek. "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy Miroku. I don't make truces, I exact my revenge." She planted several more soft kisses down his neck teasingly.
Sango's warm kisses made him shiver. "I can be evil too, you know." Miroku smiled deviously as he stopped walking and kissed Sango lightly on the lips tracing the tip of his tongue around her lips.
Sango went in to deepen the kiss but was stopped by Miroku's finger placed gently over her lips. He shook his head playfully at her. "No, I gave you the chance to play nice but you wouldn't let me." A smile crept over his lips, showing mercy he removed his finger. "But sadly I do have to play nice since we're standing right in front of your house."
Miroku wasn't lying, they were standing right outside her house. Time had passed by quickly while she was busy bringing him to his knees. "Damnit, there goes all my fun." She crossed her arms and pouted.
He looked down at her curiously, surprised by her statement. 'She wants some fun eh? I'll give her fun.' His curious look quickly turned into a sinister one. "Still want to play do you?"
Sango almost looked horrified by the look Miroku had given her. "Miroku, what the hell are you plotting in that evil mind of yours? And let me down. My father wouldn't be too pleased to see you carrying me like this."
He shrugged and continued walking up to the front door. "So what? You said you wanted to have some fun so that's what we're going to do." He reached his hand over to knock on the door.
"Wait!" She quickly grabbed his hand and pulled it back. "What are you thinking? My dad would be very upset seeing you so close to me like this. He'd slaughter you."
"Maybe, but maybe not. It'd be fun to find out and would throw your dad threw a loop." He reached his hand back out this time gaining no trouble from Sango and knocked on the door.
She shook her head in disbelief at his stupid but daring action. "Do you want to make my father angry and totally hate and resent you? That's what will happen if you don't put me down this instant."
"Ah, come one Sango! Where's your backbone? You said you wanted to have your fun and that's what we're going to do."
She sighed; the message wasn't getting through. "Yeah Miroku, it'll be fun for my dad giving himself a reason to kill you."
"Shhhh. Your dad is coming, just play along and this can be really amusing." He winked at her and smiled dumbly waiting for Sango's dad to come to the door.
Sango covered her hand over her face not wanting to watch the ensuing carnage. 'God save my idiot boyfriend from my dad.'
The door swung open and an angry Hashikkoi stood at the door. His eyes nearly fell out of his sockets when he saw Miroku holding Sango in his arms. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter!?"
Miroku blinked stupidly as if he had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm not doing anything with your daughter." 'Yet.' "I just brought her home that's all," he said trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Hashikkoi let out a low growl. "I can see that but." He ripped his eyes away from the couple, unable to bear the site any longer. "But why the hell did you take her home in that matter!?"
"Because daddy. He's my prince charming." Sango smiled and kissed Miroku softly on the cheek. "Isn't that right?"
Hashikkoi's mouth dropped all the way to the ground, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, and his body twitching in anger.
Miroku was a tad surprised by Sango's daring action but just smiled, not showing it. 'So you did decide to play after all.' "That's right, and as we all know prince charming always has to carry the fair maiden home." He passed Hashikkoi and made his way inside the house and up to Sango's room.
Hashikkoi slammed the door and went barreling up the stairs after Miroku and Sango. His anger soon to erupt like a volcano. "That little punk."
"Wait dad." Kohaku stopped his father on the top of the stairs from chasing down Miroku. "Don't kill him, let the two have their moment and kill him later. You owe it to her."
He sighed and nodded his head, un-balling his fists. 'Sango, you can thank your brother for convincing me not to kill your boyfriend.' "I think I'll go wait for him downstairs in the kitchen." He slowly went back downstairs grumbling all the way down into the kitchen.
'Great, now I can spy on Sango without father interfering.' Kohaku slinked off down the hallway towards Sango's bedroom. Peaking into the slightly opened door, finding the couple resting on Sango's bed. 'I wish I had my camera right now, this would be a perfect picture to black mail Sango with.'
Miroku gently stroked Sango's hair as she laid curled up beside him. "Maybe I went a little overboard with your father. He seemed pretty upset." His hand stopped moving, he was beginning to get nervous and overly upset with himself. "I got too caught up in the moment."
Sango shook her head and turned over so she could face Miroku. "No, it's not a big deal. Sure my dad is pissed but he'll get over it. Besides, I meant what I said. You are my prince charming." She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, wrapping her arms around him.
Miroku closed his eyes enveloped in the sweet feeling of Sango's warm presence next to him. His body became more relaxed and he could feel his eyes struggling to keep themselves open. He placed his hand on Sango's back and rubbed it gently, giving himself something to do to keep his eyes from closing.
The relaxing gesture was too much for Sango and sleep quickly filled her eyes. The only noise coming from her mouth were the gentle sounds of her soft breathing.
'Good, she's asleep.' He slowly wriggled out of her grasp and managed to escape of her bed. He kissed Sango gently on her forehead and covered a blanket over her. "Good night sleeping beauty."
"Miroku. Don't go." Sango reached her hands out to his arm but found nothing. "Stay here with me, I don't want to be alone."
'She's just like a child.' He looked tenderly over at her. "Don't worry Sango, I'm not going to be gone for long. Wait for me." He walked back over to the bed and hugged for a moment then got up and turned off the light switch. To his surprise when he opened the door he heard a thud.
"Ow, that hurt!" Kohaku rubbed his head gingerly where a large bump was now forming. He looked back up at Miroku who was now glaring at him, he began to panic. "I uh. My dad wanted me to tell you he's waiting for you in the kitchen."
"Of course, you wouldn't be spying on me and your big sister would you?" He grinned at the trembling monster and smiled. "I didn't think so."
Kohaku watched him walk off down the stairs to the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief. "Good, he didn't kill me after all. But that may not hold true for him." He peaked back into Sango's door and saw the relaxed expression on her face. "Enjoy it now sis, cause your boyfriend may not come back the same."
Miroku quickly noticed the irritated expression on Hashikkoi's face as he entered the kitchen. He tried to remain calm and pulled up a chair at the table waiting for Hashikkoi to speak, he didn't wait long.
"What's the meaning of all this!? What were you doing with my daughter all damn night!? I want an answer I can believe." He crossed his arms and tried to wait patiently for Miroku's answer.
Miroku didn't reply to the question. He just sat there blankly staring off into space as other thoughts invaded his mind. Thoughts of Sango.
Hashikkoi twitched his eyebrow in annoyance. He wasn't very good at playing the waiting game. "Well!? Say something damnit!"
Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully with a big dumb smile plastered over his face. "Sango is one hell of a kisser." An even wider dumber smile appeared on his face; he was off in his own fantasy world.
Hashikkoi stared at the boy dumbstruck. 'He didn't just say what I just thought he said. If he did he must really want me to smash his face in.' "Uh, did I hear you correctly just know? Because I could have just sworn you said my daughter was a hell of a kisser."
Miroku nodded not fearing the vengeful father sitting before him. "No, you didn't hear me wrong. I've kissed your daughter and it was an amazing experience." He smiled as the memory crept back into his mind. The pleasantness of it filling him with a warm relaxed feeling.
"I see." His eyebrow continued to twitch uncontrollably and his frown grew larger. "I can't stop you from seeing my daughter and wouldn't dream of trying with the right hook she has but." He let out a small growl. "If you break her heart I'll break your face. Understand me?" His hard eyes of stone met Miroku's silky lavender ones.
Miroku gazed right back at him determined not to show any fear. He loved Sango and he wasn't going to back down. "I understand, and you can be assured I'll treat your daughter with the honor and respect she deserves." His eyes narrowed further at Hashikkoi's. "I give you my word."
His arm reached out to Miroku and his hand was placed gently on his shoulder. "I'll hold you to that. I wont let my daughter get hurt, it's obvious you're the keeper of her heart so if you were to break it I would be crushed."
Miroku could sense the caring nature in his voice and did his best not to betray Hashikkoi's trust in him. "I love her and I will never do anything to hurt her. She means too much to me." Miroku's heart throbbed at the thought of ever loosing her like he did everyone else. The pain he had felt of loosing someone before was still fresh in his mind.
Hashikkoi could easily sense Miroku's evident pain and struggled within himself to confront him on the matter. "Listen kid, whatever you're going through I know it must be tough. But you have to get your life back on track if you're going to make it. You're a mangled mess of emotions. I can tell." He recoiled his hand and sat back in his chair hoping Miroku wouldn't lash out at him.
Miroku's soft eyes grew even softer. His heart was acing and he couldn't stop the emotional pain he was feeling. 'I wish I had my knife right now. At least then I could stop all this pain.' He winced at the thought of blade running through his skin again. "You're right, I'm a mess and I'm still having some troubles cleaning things up. You shouldn't worry about me though, I'm a survivor."
Miroku's powerful words didn't faze Hashikkoi. He could see right through the boy's defenses and look at the vulnerable little kid inside. "Nobody can last forever, the pain eventually just swallows you up. I would hate to see that happen to someone Sango has grown so close to."
Miroku turned his attention down at the table his eyes at the verge of tears. 'It's too late because it's already happened.' He quickly blinked away his tears and turned his attention back to Hashikkoi. "Thank you for the concern but I'll be fine." Miroku got up and pushed his chair in, afraid of what the conversation may develop into. "Excuse me but I'm exhausted. If I may ask could I stay here one more night?"
Hashikkoi sighed he was getting close but was still so far. "Yeah, you can stay a few more nights. Feel free to use the couch again."
Miroku smiled grimly, he was horrible at hiding his emotions. "Thanks, I really appreciate the kindness." He turned to walk away but stopped himself wondering if Hashikkoi was going to say something else, his intuition proved him right.
"You can't hide beneath that happy exterior forever, your true character shows through eventually." He got up and pushed his chair in as well and stood silently by the table.
Miroku gulped and clenched a tight fist. He felt transparent, Hashikkoi was just like Sango, they both could see through him so easily while others couldn't. "Please, just stop. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel and in turn you wouldn't understand the way I act." A small tear rolled down Miroku's cheek. His body shook under Hashikkoi's gaze, he was afraid of what could happen next.
"Damnit!" Hashikkoi slammed his fist down on the table. "How do you expect to ever get over your pain if you don't let people in? If you just hide from your emotions they're still there and they just slowly eat at you till you're nothing left."
Miroku flinched at the anger Hashikkoi was exhibiting. It reminded him of Kenji and that sent chills running through him. "My emotions ate me a long time ago and now I'm nothing. I don't have a family, I don't have a home, and I barely have a future. I don't have anything.." He turned around and stared straight into Hashikkoi's eyes, tears streaming down his face. "When you have nothing you are nothing. And people shouldn't worry about nothing."
"Don't be so self-centered!" Hashikkoi walked over to Miroku and punched him hard in the face. Miroku's nose was bleeding and blood quickly ran down his face and continued dribbling downward before disappearing under his shirt. Hashikkoi was horrified by what he just did but just stood there silently in a state of shock.
Miroku didn't flinch at the site of his blood poring out of him. He had grown accustomed to the feeling and made not attempt to wipe the blood away. He closed his eyes as a few more tears escaped his tightly closed eyes. "Tell me, why do you even care? You don't have a reason to get involved with me."
Hashikkoi shook his head and slowly approached the teen. "If you're the one my daughter is in love with I do care. It means your something special to her and if she's in pain over you than she's in pain and that does matter."
Miroku sighed, he felt fooled again. Hashikkoi didn't care about Miroku he cared about Sango not getting hurt. "Why don't you just say what you mean? You're afraid I'll hurt your daughter and to keep that from happening you want to try and help me. I don't want your help and I don't need your pity."
Hashikkoi hung his head down in disgust, Miroku read him like a book. It was true; he really did care more about Sango's well being than Miroku's. He sighed in defeat. "Do whatever you want but know your past and all your problems with eventually catch up to you. You can't run forever."
Miroku smiled smugly, looking like his old self. "Sure I can if I run fast enough." He turned and walked away leaving the kitchen and seated himself on the couch. His nose hurt like hell and when he touched his face he could still feel fresh blood oozing out. "Damn." He got up from the couch and ran upstairs searching for the bathroom.
After a few failed attempts of finding the bathroom Miroku came to the last door in the hall and opened it, relieved to see a bathroom instead of a closet or another bedroom. He walked over to the sink and examined his face.
His nose was red and puffy and blood was still trickling out of it, other than that he wasn't injured. He grabbed a wash towel from the towel crack and turned on the facet getting it wet. He put the damp cloth to his face and began wiping away all the dry blood. After that was finished he used the cloth to tightly pinch his nose to diminish what little bleeding was left.
He removed the cloth from his nose and looked at his face in the mirror. The bleeding had stopped so he rested the cloth over the side of the sink and turned off the lights slinking quietly back downstairs.
He laid back down on the couch and attempted to get himself comfortable. He was for a while but couldn't stop tossing and turning. It was like no matter what he couldn't feel just right. 'What's wrong with me? I should have been asleep as soon as I laid down, but instead I feel so restless and upset.'
"Miroku?" Sango sneaked up behind the couch wanting to get a chance to talk with him. "Is everything alright? I heard yelling downstairs and someone in the bathroom. I went in there to see if it was you but found a bloody rag. What's going on?"
Miroku bit his lip, he couldn't decide if he should tell Sango the truth or not. "Sango listen, your father and I had a bit of a misunderstanding and he responded to a comment I had made. He punched me in the face and I got a bloody nose, he apologized and we left the matter alone after that." He hoped Sango would respond negatively to his explanation and would just let it slide.
Sango cringed at the thought of her father hitting Miroku. Tears began whelping up in her eyes. "I'm very sorry Miroku. I'll go leave you alone." She turned around expecting to be half way up the stairs but Miroku was holding her back. His hand was firmly grasped over her wrist, and he had no intention of letting her go.
His eyes looked pleadingly at her, just like a lost little puppy dog. "Please don't go, stay with me. I don't want to be alone tonight." He loosened his hold over Sango letting her decide what she wanted.
"Miroku, I don't want to be alone either. I felt so empty and sad when you got up and left me in my bedroom." She took a step towards the couch and slipped into an open space Miroku had provided. "So lets not be alone, lets be together." She smiled lightly and kissed him softly on the lips.
He nodded, kissing her back sweetly. "Yeah, together." He gathered her up in his arms and held her close to him. Knowing she was his and he was hers brought him great comfort and that restless feeling quickly left him and only contentment remained. His body finally gave into its exhaustion and his eyes closed as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
Sango too didn't last very long. It was a great relief to her that Miroku was fine and he wasn't upset at her father. She was but with Miroku being okay about it she didn't care too much. Her main concern was him and if he was alright she was alright. She smiled, feeling relaxed she let sleep claim her, so she could rest her tired body. It was a long day for the two of them.
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The phone rang loudly throughout the quiet house. Kohaku moaned and left his bowl of cereal in the kitchen to go and pick up the phone.
"Hello?" He said drowsily.
"Hi! This is Kagome Higurashi. Is Sango there?" Kagome had been dying all morning to finally call Sango and ask her what happened at the park the other night with Miroku.
Kohaku scratched his head for a moment. "She might still be sleeping but I can go check." He picked up the cordless phone and ran up to Sango's room. To his surprise she wasn't there. "Sorry Kagome, just wait another minute. She's not in her room."
Kagome nodded quickly, she was starting to get antsy from all the waiting. "Sure, that's fine. I can wait a while." 'If I don't explode first.'
Kohaku wandered into the living room and saw Sango curled up with Miroku on the couch. A large grin quickly spread across his face. 'Sango must have had fun again last night.' "Uh Kagome, I did find Sango but she's actually sleeping on the couch with her boyfriend at the moment. Should I wake her up for you?"
Kagome blinked her eyes in surprise; she was definitely not expecting that. 'Sango's sleeping with Miroku! Oh my god!' She laughed nervously realizing she hadn't answered Kohaku's question. "No, it's fine don't wake her up. I really didn't need to talk to her that bad. I'll see her at school. Thank you, good bye." She quickly hung up the phone and screamed in giddiness. "Wait till Inuyasha here's this! I can't believe her, or Miroku for that matter. This is just too funny!"
Kohaku shrugged and hung up the phone. 'Weirdo.' He walked over to his sister and shook her gently. "You better wake up sis before dad finds you like this. He wouldn't be too happy with you, and not to mention your boyfriend."
Sango's eyes slowly fluttered open as Kohaku's face came into focus. "Kohaku?"
"Wake up, baka! You're going to be late for school not to mention dad would kill you if he found you sleeping on the couch with your boyfriend again!" He rubbed the back of his head in a nervous spaz, hoping his dad wouldn't all of the sudden walk in.
Sango still half asleep turned her head over seeing Miroku sleeping peacefully beside her, his arms wrapped around her waist. She blushed and quickly jumped up from the couch. "I forgot about that. Geez, I'm going to be late if I don't get moving. Kohaku, wake Miroku up so I can get dressed!" Without waiting for a reply she bounded up the stairs and ran into her room shutting the door tightly behind her.
He watched stupidly as his sister ran off. "Thanks for asking so nicely sis." He turned his attention over to the teen still sleeping on the couch. He shook him vigorously not wanting to waste time being gentle. Hell! He hadn't even gotten to finish his cereal! "Wake up you idiot! You're going to be late and the more time I waste with you the soggier my cereal gets!"
Miroku smiled and sat up wiping the sleep out of his eyes. "God forbid if your cereal got soggy. Don't worry kid, I'm up you can go eat breakfast now." He let out a loud yawn and stretched his arms taking his dear sweet time getting ready.
Sango ran back downstairs now in her school uniform and her hair neatly pulled back in a ponytail. She noticed Miroku still sitting on the couch and became infuriated. "Miroku! What the hell are you doing!? You have to get ready for school."
He shrugged, paying Sango's warning no heed. "I can't, I don't have any of my school clothes or things. All my stuff is back in my room at Kenji's, and there's no way in hell I'm going back there. I'll just take detention for a week or whatever punishment my teachers can come up with."
She sighed and hurried into the kitchen. "Yeah, alright. Well, at least eat some breakfast with me. You'll need something to get you through the day."
He nodded and followed her into the kitchen. Kohaku was nursing his bowl of Lucky Charms and Hashikkoi was reading the paper and drinking a nice hot steaming cup of coffee. He sat down at the table across from Kohaku and waited for Sango to give him something breakfast, anything. It didn't matter to him as long as it was edible.
Sango pulled out a box from the cupboard and removed the package. "Do you like pop -tarts, Miroku?"
His stomach growled loudly and he smiled. "Yeah, pop-tarts sound good to me."
"Kay." She opened the package and plopped the two square breakfast pastries into the toaster. "It shouldn't be too long, this way we can eat on the run."
Miroku shook his head, he found Sango so irresistibly funny. "You really don't want to be late for school do you?"
She shrugged, not really caring about his take on whether she wanted to be late or not. "I guess I'm just not as accustomed to getting into trouble like you. I actually do mind getting tardies." She grabbed the now slightly warmed up square pastries and flung one over to Miroku. "Lets go!" She stuffed hers in her mouth and headed out the door.
Miroku sighed and took a bite of his pop-tart. He pushed in his chair and ran after Sango. 'Why can't I just enjoy my breakfast instead of choking it down?' He eventually caught up to Sango who was well down the end of the street already. "Yo, Sango wait up!"
Sango stopped and turned around surprised to see Miroku had caught up so quickly. "I'm sorry I though we were just going to meet up at school since you seemed to want to take your time."
He panted and shook his head. "No *pant* I *pant* wanted to *pant* walk with you. Is that alright?" He drew in a deep breath finally able to breathe regularly again.
She smiled at him slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, sure we can walk together." She grabbed his hand and held it tightly. "Come on, we don't want to be late!"
Miroku groaned. 'Here we go again!' "Sango wait a minute!" Too late, Miroku was being dragged full speed down the sidewalk narrowly avoiding other pedestrians. He gulped seeing more crowds of people. 'God this is going to be one hell of a day.'
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Okay, so the rumor I warned about didn't appear in this chapter. Sorry about that, it WILL be in the next chapter I assure you. After I did my rewrite for this chapter it turned out a lot longer than it was before, so I decided not to make this another one of my freakishly long chapters. Besides, 11 pages are quite a bit content. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I didn't over due things too much. Thanks a lot to all my reviewers from the last chapter.
Aamalie~ Thanks a lot, it's a relief to hear. And this chapter should be up just in time for when you get back home. ^_~
Sweet Chaos~ Sorry for the confusion, it should have been sunset the whole time. I think I started confusing myself while I was writing it. But thanks for the compliment on the kissing scenes, I'm still working on making those better. And btw you're kissing scenes rock!
Lar-lar~ As much as you say it I never get tired of hearing that. I hope you have the same opinion about this chapter. And see, Sango's dad wasn't a gun-bearing father just a concerned one.
Insomnia-maniac~ *Is suffocating from all the love* Too much love! Too much love!
Rissi-sama~ Glad you can forgive and forget quickly. ^_^ Sorry I melted you again but I just can't help myself.
Inu-shounen~ My we certainly asked a lot of questions this chapter.
Inuyasha's parents live somewhere else. I'll probably have them as important business type people who are always traveling and it's too hard for Inuyasha to stay with them, so he lives with his bro. No, he's in no way a jock, but he'd make a good addition to the boxing team. I'm all about compromising situations, you know that. They're the funnest situations to have. Yes, because not all my readers are dead yet, so I have to keep them satisfied as well.
Small-buttercup~ Sorry, I'll have to make you wait in suspense about the rumors. Blame my muse for deciding on a re-write.
Fanfictiongeek36~ I'm glad you think so; it's refreshing to hear that.
Naamai~ Thanks a lot, I luv fluff too! ^^
Sango-chibi~ As I write more stories I'm improving on my skills drastically. I love writing this story and I'll continue to try and update fairly soon. Thanks for being patient.
Mirsan4ever~ *Smiles* Fluff is good, no?
Well, that's all of the kick ass reviewers I got for chapter 13. I loved reading every one of the reviews I got and I'm going to keep trying to update soon for you guys. Thanks, your reviews they mean so much to me.
Next chapter~ Realization of how fast rumors can spread around a school hits Miroku and Sango hard and it's even worse for Miroku. Guys are so cruel. Read and see what happens.
Expect and update around I'd say oh. Damn, I don't think till maybe next Monday. I'm busy Thursday Friday and Saturday and I detest updating on weekends but if I have a low amount of homework Tuesday and Wednesday I'll try to update on Wednesday then. I'll play it on a curve.
That's all for now,
Zero.