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Author's note~ I decided to do a quick update because since today is my birthday I thought I'd give a little present to all of my reviewers, and there's no better present than a quick update. Do enjoy, thank you. ^_^
Chapter 17
Kenji frowned at this, he didn't blame Miroku for not being happy to see him but his fearful reaction didn't please him either. "Miroku, don't be that way. I know we've had our differences in the past but when I got that phone call from the hospital I really was afraid. You have to believe me." His eyes stared desperately back at Miroku's.
Miroku rejected the gaze and turned his head away from Kenji's stare. "Liar. You didn't care about me when you beat me and you didn't care about me when you threw me out of the house, and you don't care now." The thought of the horrible things Kenji had put him through angered him. All those painful emotions he had down so well to get rid of slowly collected back inside of him. 'I can't take it he has to leave. He can't be here.' "Leave," he said simply.
Kenji shook his head. "No, things aren't that simple Miroku. You have to understand that you can't go on like this. Just let me help you, don't push me away." Kenji grew closer growing more and more desperate.
Miroku sneered back at him. "I didn't have to push you away, you did that yourself. Maybe I would have felt differently if you treated me like a person and not some stray dog you keep around for a while then got rid of." Miroku clenched a tight fist; he was nearing his breaking point. "I'm not a dog! I'm not just going to run back to you with my tail between my legs."
Kenji let out a long sigh. "Why can't you just make this easy for me? I made a mistake and I want to make up for it. I want you to move back in. I want you live with me."
Miroku smirked. "I bet you do. Listen, I have no intention of moving back in and being your punching bag. You kicked this dog a few too many times and I'm not going to come back to you. My life was hell with you, and I'm not going back." Miroku sat up straighter wanting to show a firmer resolve.
Kenji let out a low growl and was now standing right beside Miroku's hospital bed. "What makes you think you can make it out there with no where to go? You have no home and you have no family, it's suicide trying to make it out there on the streets. I beg you, don't do this."
"Coward," Miroku whispered. "You're a coward. You're just afraid if I don't come back to you I'll tell the cops about all those times you beat me. You're very wrong, I have a family now, and they're more of a family that you could ever be. So just leave, you aren't winning anyone over here." Miroku watched Kenji carefully; weary that he may lash out at him.
Kenji winced; Miroku had struck a sensitive note. "Is that a threat or something?"
"No, It's not a threat, it's a warning. I wont let you waltz back into my life and ruin everything again. I'm finally starting to enjoy life and I want to keep it that way and you're not going to stop me." A smile flashed over Miroku's face he had waited a long while to finally hear himself stand against Kenji in such a way.
Kenji too smiled, an evil smile, one that would make the devil look like a childish schoolgirl. "Is that you all you have to say? Do you feel better now? Your words don't scare me; you're not thinking clearly Miroku. This is the real world we live in and in such a world laws demand that someone takes care of you. What happens to you is beyond your control, you're going to come back whether you want to or not."
Miroku wasn't fazed by the threat. He too lived in the real world and he too knew things about the legal system as well. "And this is coming from the man who commits child abuse? There's no way I'm not going to say anything if you try and take me home. You can't win, so leave and never come back."
Kenji cracked his knuckles. "Maybe I could persuade you."
"Is that what you're reduced to? Do you really want to try and do something like that in a hospital? It won't end well for you.. So run on home like a good little boy and never come back." Miroku's face hardened. "Again."
"You're a smart shit aren't you? But there's on thing you forgot. What about all those cuts on your arm Miroku?" Kenji shot him a devious glance, as Miroku said nothing. "Well?"
Miroku couldn't say anything; his throat became dry and his heart felt like it was stopping. He could feel the room spinning out of control, just like his life, faster and faster till he's thrown off. He gulped he couldn't win.
Kenji was happy to see the terrified look on Miroku's face. "That's what I thought, I saw them on your arm the last time you were here. You can't win, society is judgmental and I doubt they're going to believe the trouble teen that mutilates his body against the well educated business man who took you in on a whim. Face it, you lost."
The world broke and it stopped spinning, Miroku was thrown off with no way of getting back up. He couldn't go on, he was now desperate. He walked over to the point of no returned, closed his eyes tightly, and took a dive. "Take it back," he whispered.
Kenji cocked an eyebrow at Miroku confused to no end. "What are you trying to say? Are you going crazy or something?"
"Yes." Miroku winced as he sat up from his hospital bed and swung himself over the small railing surrounding it. "I wont let you win like this, I'd rather die than go back with you." Miroku took a step towards the window in the room. He carefully unlatched it and stood there quietly for a moment and looked back at the horrified face of Kenji. "I'd be dead if I let myself go back with you, and I wont let you have that satisfaction. My only regret is the person I love could be here and not you." Miroku gulped as he pushed the window up, a strong breeze blowing through the hospital room. 'What now Kenji? What are you going to do now?'
Kenji's body shook in nervousness; he held Miroku's life in his hands. "You're, you're bluffing," he stuttered.
"Am I?" Miroku hoped up on the ledge of the window and sat backwards to outside, his face being able to look back at Kenji's still. "After all, I'm the crazy teenager who cuts himself, I'm capable of anything."
Kenji's eyes widened in fear. 'He's serious! Oh fuck he's serious!' "Miroku! Don't do it! I'll get a nurse in here they can sedate you. Don't try anything funny or I'll do it."
Miroku shrugged. "My lifeless body will be sprawled out on the pavement and red sirens will be flashing everywhere by the time you go and do that. I'm being serious here, and you're in no position to negotiate. If I can't win I'll die trying." The thought of dying scared Miroku but he in no way intended to live a miserable life. Tears began swelling in his eyes as he waited for Kenji's decision. "My life is in your hands now. So tell me Kenji, am I going to live see tomorrow?"
A bead of sweat ran down Kenji's face as his eyes focused intensely on the teenager whose life was in his hands. "Why?" He whispered. "Why are you doing this?"
Miroku blinked his tears away. "Because I finally was happy for once in my life and when you have a taste of true happiness you don't let it go, no matter what. Someone is going to die today, either I' am, or you will. And by that I mean, you wont ever come back."
Either decision Kenji had to choose scared him, as one last final effort he had to ask one last thing. "And if I don't leave?"
Miroku closed his eyes, pondering for a moment what he would say. He opened them again quickly; he was filled with self confidence and righteousness. "If you don't leave I will. It's your choice, now make it before I make it for you."
Kenji turned around silently and walked out the door without so much as a whisper. 'This isn't over Miroku.'
Miroku let out a sigh of relief as Kenji left his room. For a moment he almost thought he was going to have to possibly jump, an action he didn't want to do. He carefully jumped down from the window ledge and back inside his room. He turned around and shut the window tightly, carefully latching it. "It's over. Thank god it's over."
Suddenly several doctors burst through the doors and approached Miroku. Several of the doctors were men and the other was a nurse standing idly by them "Restrain him," she said firmly.
Miroku looked fearfully at the nurse and then over to the doctors. He was regretting closing that window. The male doctors jumped on top of him and wrestled him down to the floor with ease. The nurse stood over him, ready to sedate him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kenji standing in the doorway with a smile over his face. He would have said something if the world hadn't suddenly gone black.
Miroku let out a small moan; he had a splitting headache and his body felt like he was just run over by a truck. He could hear a voice; it was a woman's. 'Who is that? They sound familiar.'
"Miroku? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Miroku tired to open his mouth and speak but he couldn't utter a sound. He began floating back into unconsciousness, his body yearning for rest. Miroku struggled to shut out the voice, he was fearful of who it could be. 'Don't make me wake up, let me stay here longer, I don't want to wake up.'
"Miroku if you can hear my voice say something, anything."
'Can't. Hurts too much to speak, hurts too much to wake up.' Miroku let out a small wince of pain; the aching in his body was growing worse. 'What's this feeling?' Miroku could feel a warmth over him. Someone was squeezing his hand. 'Who? Who are you?'
"If you're awake squeeze my hand."
Miroku's fingers twitched as he slowly coiled his fingers over the woman's hand. He squinted one eye opened and looked at the blurry figure. "Sa.Sango?" 'No.' Miroku focused harder. "You're not Sango."
The woman smiled. "You're right I'm not Sango, it's me, Dr. Okashii. Glad to see you're awake Mr. Hatsaharu."
Miroku frowned; this wasn't the woman he was hoping to see. "Oh," he said simply. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."
Dr. Okashii could see the disappointment on the young man's face and grew slightly sadder herself. "I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was but I'm sure this "Sango" will come by later. Try to cheer up till then."
Miroku grunted. "It's hard when you're tethered to a bed." He looked over his restraints that tied him down to his bed.
"I'm sorry about the restraints, but it was for safety purposes. You were suicidal after all."
"Not intentionally mind you, I didn't want to jump off that ledge and I didn't. There wasn't any need for this." Miroku gave her a defiant stare since he couldn't exactly cross his arms.
Dr. Okashii wasn't too keen on the dirty look Miroku was giving her. "Don't be that way, I'll release your restraints when you tell me what's going on, for real."
Miroku's dirty look quickly diminished, his face took on a more upset demeanor. "For the record I'm not suicidal, for a while I was but now." Miroku's eyes went starry-eyed at warm thoughts of Sango invading his mind. "But now I found something to live for you could say."
She nodded, understanding what he was saying but there were still some pieces to the puzzle missing. "Then can you explain to me why you were up on that ledge?"
Miroku quickly switched to defensive mode. "I wasn't planning on jumping if that's what you were thinking. It was just a bluff." Miroku averted his gaze from the all-knowing doctor; she was too smart for her own good.
She knew she had struck a tender spot but she had no intention of stopping. "If it didn't work would you have jumped?"
Miroku blinked his eyes for a moment, thinking his answer through. "Honestly, I don't know what I would have done," he said quietly. "The idea of dying didn't thrill me but I can't stand living with Kenji either." A scowl quickly appeared on his face with the thought of that ass Kenji.
She picked up on the gaze and decided to trudge on forward searching for her answers. "What's so bad about living with him? What's been going on? The last time you were here I recall you weren't fond of Kenji then either."
Miroku nodded, "That's right, I'm not. I hate the bastard."
"I know that already, what I want to know is why."
Miroku gulped, it was the moment of truth. 'What do I tell her? If I don't tell her the truth Kenji will only end up taking me back and I can't let that happen. I have to tell the truth, it's the only way.' He sighed, "I'll tell you everything."
She gazed at him in a confused matter. "Everything?"
"Yeah, there is one crucial reason I dislike Kenji. Besides the fact he's an asshole, he's a brute asshole. The two of us would fight, a lot. And not the shouting matches kind of fights, fist fights. That's the best way I can explain it." Miroku focused on Dr. Okashii patiently awaiting her reaction.
"That's what's been going on? He's been beating you."
Miroku showed a tinge of pain in his face. "Don't say it like that, it hurts my pride in a way, you couldn't understand. I just can't go back to that, if I do I'll surely cut myself." Miroku looked deep into the doctor's eyes as if he were speaking to them with his own. 'Now tell me, what do you see when you look at me now? What do you see in me?'
"Cut yourself, I see, yes, that's what's been going on. It's all making sense now. You aren't a suicidal teenager, you're just a lost kid who get stuck in a lousy situation."
"Nice summary, now will you please remove these restraints? It's getting very annoying." Miroku squirmed about in his bed trying to wriggle his way out.
She nodded, happy to oblige this time. "Sure, just hang on a moment." She quickly unfastened the bondage straps that were holding him hostage. "Better?"
Miroku smiled, happy to be able to move his arms and legs again. "Much."
"Well first things first, I'll have Kenji arrested and we can move on from there."
Miroku didn't like the sound of, "moving on from there." He grimaced. "What happens from there then?"
She bit her lip, "from there you have to find a new place to stay."
Miroku hung his head and looked down at his bed. "I see," he said quietly. He knew what that meant, it meant he would probably get placed in a home or have to move in with some disgusting relative whom he didn't know.
Kikai could sense his sadness and frustration and decided to try in comfort him in any way she could. "Don't loose hope, some ordeals have happy endings."
A small smile magically appeared on Miroku's face. "I will be happy, as long as I have her." A small tear rolled down Miroku's cheek, his body was crying out for Sango. He needed Sango, now more than ever. "She hasn't given me my befitting punishment for being naughty yet."
"Right. I'll be leaving now, rest up for a while and wait till I have some word on your situation." She motioned for the door ready to leave.
"Okay, that's fine." Miroku sprawled out on his hospital bed and enjoyed the freedom of moving his arms and legs again as Kikai exited his room. He stared up at the ceiling in deep contemplative thought. 'I wonder how cruel and unusual Sango will be with her punishment for me. I shudder to think.' A seductive smile spread across his face, one full of lust and impure thoughts. 'Maybe she'll really make her point across this time.' Miroku let out a frustrated yell. "Sango hurry up and get your sexy body back in this hospital room so you can punish me damnit!"
"Uh huh, I thought I heard screaming." The door suddenly opened and Sango walked into the room. "What are you yelling about now Miroku?"
Miroku laughed nervously as a blush crept up his face. "Sa. Sango. I wasn't expecting you to come so soon, not that I'm upset or anything." A seductive smile spread across his face.
She shook her head and laughed. "No I bet you're not. So, how was your day? Were you acting like a good boy or did you give the hospital staff hell?"
Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Does threatening to jump off a window ledge, being sedated, and strapped to your bed count as being bad?"
"Miroku! I don't believe you! You've made a real ass of yourself haven't you?" Sango made her way over to his bedside. "What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?"
Miroku felt just like a child under Sango's gaze. She always made him feel small in some way. "Get the punishment over with so you don't torture me any longer."
Sango shook her head playfully. "What am I going to do with you? I swear, I can't leave you alone for one day without you raising hell. The only question is. How will I punish you?"
Miroku shrugged. "I don't know. What did you have in mind Sango?" He shot her a lustful grin.
"Well, I do have a few things in mind but first." Sango smiled and slipped her tongue into Miroku's mouth, even though it was all the same as before she still received great pleasure every time she felt his probing tongue against his. Everything about him drove Sango wild and she could barely contain herself.
Miroku pulled his tongue out of Sango's mouth as his heartbeat began to quicken and his breaths grew shorter and shallower. "Damn Sango."
"What are you doing? You're punishment hasn't even begun yet. Now, be good and cooperate otherwise I'll have to make things worse for you." She smiled and evil smile, a plotting smile.
"Worse? I don't know if I like the sound of that." Miroku's eyes traveled from her devious face down to her breasts, he was such a hopeless pervert.
Sango quickly caught up with his gaze. "You like the view Miroku?" She leaned over the bedside further her breasts sagged down allowing Miroku in his words, a wonderful site.
Miroku swallowed a large lump gathering up in his throat. "Sango, you're killing me. Please, the other view was just fine."
She smiled, "Now way. You've been bad and I told you I would punish you." She began carefully removing her top.
Miroku watched in horror at this transaction. "Sango, this isn't punishment, this is torture." His wild teen hormones began screaming once her top was finally off her body, revealing her white laced braw. (a/n don't worry, it won't go any further than that, I promise. It's gonna be lime, no lemon! I do this just to remind you and myself that I don't write lemons. Thank you for bearing with me through this stupid authors note.) "What are you planning to do?" His eyes nervously attached themselves to her now exposed bra.
"Bestow punishment," she said simply. "I warned you this would happen Miroku. You couldn't listen to me though and now you have to pay the price." She grabbed a chair sitting in the corner of the room and pulled it next to Miroku's bed. She sat down and let his eyes ogle her.
Miroku shot her a confused glance..or rather her breasts. "What are you doing? You're just sitting there."
"I know. You didn't expect me to hop in bed with you did you? After all, we are in a hospital. I can't very well start making out with you." 'Yet, first I have to torture you slowly so you have to beg for it.'
"But I." Miroku let out a small moan. "You're evil, pure evil."
Sango smiled happily. "I know! But trust me, it can get worse than this." Sango loosened one of her braw straps and stared intently at Miroku. 'I'll let him sizzle for a while before I save him from turning into an inferno.'
Miroku forced down a large gulp. "Damn you Sango, you're cruel and unusual. This wasn't what I had in mind." His eyes stayed glued to her partly loosened bra.
Miroku's torture gave Sango a great sense of satisfaction. "Was this then?" She loosened the bra strap further and the other one to go along with it. Now merely a light breeze could flip her bra over revealing her "goods."
"Sango," he whined. "No more, please god no more. If you don't stop this I think I might jump out of this bed, pounce on you, and then tie you down to my bed."
Sango grinned at this, she wouldn't have minded the idea if they weren't at a hospital. "Silly Miroku, you can't do things like that in public places. But here, I'll give you a little present." Sango pulled up her bra for a moment flashed Miroku, pulled her bra back down, and re-tightened the straps on them. "There, don't say I never gave you anything."
Miroku ran his hand through his hair like a spaz. "That's even worse! Showing me something I can't have like that. End it now I beg you."
Sango shook her head. "No way, my little fun is just beginning. After what you did what I'm about to do is a lenient sentence." She sat up from the chair and rested on the railing of the bed. She slowly extended her hand out and brushed away the strands of hair covering Miroku's eyes. "I want to be able to see your beautiful eyes, Miroku."
"Sango," he whispered. He sat up in his bed wanting to get closer to where she was. His hand went behind her back as he drew her in close to him.
There was a momentous mood shift in the atmosphere. The fun and games were over, and the undying passion that they had been keeping inside was slowly pouring out of them.
Miroku traced the outline of Sango's luscious lips with the tip of his tongue as his appetite for her quickly increased. "You taste good, but your mouth tastes better." He finished his playing and pulled Sango over the railing letting her body cover him. "That's better, now I can have more than just a piece of you." He moved in for the kill but was stopped by Sango's soft finger placed over his lips. "Sango?"
She shook her head. "That's not fair, I'm the one who gets to have the fun." She removed her finger from his lips and placed hers over them, completely covering them up.
The warm feeling of Sango's breath passing over his face sent shivers down his spine. The same old thing with Sango always felt like the first time, he never grew tired of it. His body loved all of the soft nips and touches he received from her. The way their tongues tangoed with each other in their mouths. All these sensations felt so good, and neither of them needed to move forward yet.
Sango's body was the opposite of Miroku's, she felt like she was on fire with flames of passion burning through her. It was like a dance, moving in the rhythm and keeping the tempo of the moment. Repeating the same steps will still adding another twist to them. Dancing had quickly become Sango's new drug of choice.
Luckily for Miroku he was a good enough dance partner to continually keep Sango satisfied so that their hormones wouldn't rage out of control like last time. It was true they still wanted each other but this new approach was working and neither of them wanted to show any signs of stopping.
The pace of the song started to quicken and the mood became more intensified. Everything was growing on a more serious level. The dance steps became more complicated and intricate. With every new nibble and touch in unexpected places the music blared with incredible force till BAM! The grand finale, and the music then goes silent.
Sango watched intently as Miroku's exquisite chest rose and fell. She felt so warm as her body lay safely next to his as they cuddled close to one another. What they had just done was far from sex but it still filled them with amazing satisfaction. Being with each other in such a way they haven't been before. Words couldn't describe the feelings the two were having for each other, they were just content being as they were and no words needed to be spoken.
Miroku drew in slow easy breaths as his fingers played in Sango's hair. He turned to her for a moment with a small grin on his face. Gazing at her with loving and compassionate eyes. "Were you always this daring? I mean I can't believe we just did that in the hospital of all places."
Sango chuckled lightly in response to his question. "No, I was always a very shy person when it came to my feelings but." Sango met Miroku's gaze with equal passion. "But I fell in love for my first true time and all those insecurities left me as I got closer to you. I've never felt the same way as I feel with you and those feeling just built up and I let go of my fears."
"I see," a little smirk spread across his face. "Then I think I've created a monster." He leaned over further and caressed her forehead.
Sango giggled at his comment. "You're to blame for all this, after all, you told me if I wanted to be with you to be with you, and that's what I did." She wrapped her arms around his stacked figure and pulled herself deeper into him. "And that's what I did, and I still have no regrets."
"Glad to hear it." Miroku wiggled out of Sango's strong hold over him and sat up in his bed. He grasped Sango tightly in a bear hug holding her down to his chest while his lips trailed down her neck in a form of soft kisses and nips.
Sango let out a small moan. She loved it when Miroku and her were like this together, when she had him all to herself and he had what seemed to be no intention of stopping. Her fingers twitched as they begged to feel his warm skin grace their tips. She moved her left hand to Miroku's right arm that was holding her to him just under her breasts. She placed her hand gently on the arm and slowly began tracing his scars lightly and gently kissing some of them when Miroku's arm was close enough to permit her too.
Sango's soft kisses and affectionate rubs on his arm surprised him but he didn't mind this time as he did before. He enjoyed the way she tickled his skin in such a way that all his scars felt less ugly and intrusive to him. The more he felt her lips grace his skin the more his kisses intensified. Sango seemed to know just how to drive his senses wild. Tasting Sango's neck was no longer enough, he bent down as far as he could go and let his lips slink their way into her mouth.
Sango frowned slightly at this action. She had liked all the attention her neck was getting; she wiggled her way up Miroku's arms so her head was leaning on his shoulder. She parted from the quick kiss and nibbled his ear and whispered to it silently. "No fair this is suppose to be my punishment. You don't get to call the shots like that."
Miroku scoffed at the remark and let his tongue trace the outside of her ear. He figured he'd try something new as long as Sango wasn't much in the mood for frenching.
Sango wanted to kick Miroku's ass he wasn't suppose to have all the fun. She sighed and let herself give into his wishes and her body's silent complaints. She parted from his ear and let her tongue lick his inner jaw as it slowly pressed forward in his mouth.
Miroku decided not to retaliate and let her have her way with him, after all he was the one who wasn't behaving like she asked. The rate at which her tongue was moving was slowly killing him but he let himself have a little patience and wait till she sped things up again. He didn't have to wait too long, the beat was beginning to get established and quickened at a steady rate. They were nearing where they had been before till there was a knock at the door.
"Can I come in? It's me, doctor Okashii."
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Okay, yes I' am evil and I love it. *laughs maniacally.* I hope you all enjoyed my little birthday present, I had such a good day and I wanted all of you to have one as well. I hope you did enjoy the chapter and I look forward to your reviews.
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Adios for now,
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Dialog~ "Meep meep meep."
Thoughts~ 'Meep meep meep.'
Author's note~ I decided to do a quick update because since today is my birthday I thought I'd give a little present to all of my reviewers, and there's no better present than a quick update. Do enjoy, thank you. ^_^
Chapter 17
Kenji frowned at this, he didn't blame Miroku for not being happy to see him but his fearful reaction didn't please him either. "Miroku, don't be that way. I know we've had our differences in the past but when I got that phone call from the hospital I really was afraid. You have to believe me." His eyes stared desperately back at Miroku's.
Miroku rejected the gaze and turned his head away from Kenji's stare. "Liar. You didn't care about me when you beat me and you didn't care about me when you threw me out of the house, and you don't care now." The thought of the horrible things Kenji had put him through angered him. All those painful emotions he had down so well to get rid of slowly collected back inside of him. 'I can't take it he has to leave. He can't be here.' "Leave," he said simply.
Kenji shook his head. "No, things aren't that simple Miroku. You have to understand that you can't go on like this. Just let me help you, don't push me away." Kenji grew closer growing more and more desperate.
Miroku sneered back at him. "I didn't have to push you away, you did that yourself. Maybe I would have felt differently if you treated me like a person and not some stray dog you keep around for a while then got rid of." Miroku clenched a tight fist; he was nearing his breaking point. "I'm not a dog! I'm not just going to run back to you with my tail between my legs."
Kenji let out a long sigh. "Why can't you just make this easy for me? I made a mistake and I want to make up for it. I want you to move back in. I want you live with me."
Miroku smirked. "I bet you do. Listen, I have no intention of moving back in and being your punching bag. You kicked this dog a few too many times and I'm not going to come back to you. My life was hell with you, and I'm not going back." Miroku sat up straighter wanting to show a firmer resolve.
Kenji let out a low growl and was now standing right beside Miroku's hospital bed. "What makes you think you can make it out there with no where to go? You have no home and you have no family, it's suicide trying to make it out there on the streets. I beg you, don't do this."
"Coward," Miroku whispered. "You're a coward. You're just afraid if I don't come back to you I'll tell the cops about all those times you beat me. You're very wrong, I have a family now, and they're more of a family that you could ever be. So just leave, you aren't winning anyone over here." Miroku watched Kenji carefully; weary that he may lash out at him.
Kenji winced; Miroku had struck a sensitive note. "Is that a threat or something?"
"No, It's not a threat, it's a warning. I wont let you waltz back into my life and ruin everything again. I'm finally starting to enjoy life and I want to keep it that way and you're not going to stop me." A smile flashed over Miroku's face he had waited a long while to finally hear himself stand against Kenji in such a way.
Kenji too smiled, an evil smile, one that would make the devil look like a childish schoolgirl. "Is that you all you have to say? Do you feel better now? Your words don't scare me; you're not thinking clearly Miroku. This is the real world we live in and in such a world laws demand that someone takes care of you. What happens to you is beyond your control, you're going to come back whether you want to or not."
Miroku wasn't fazed by the threat. He too lived in the real world and he too knew things about the legal system as well. "And this is coming from the man who commits child abuse? There's no way I'm not going to say anything if you try and take me home. You can't win, so leave and never come back."
Kenji cracked his knuckles. "Maybe I could persuade you."
"Is that what you're reduced to? Do you really want to try and do something like that in a hospital? It won't end well for you.. So run on home like a good little boy and never come back." Miroku's face hardened. "Again."
"You're a smart shit aren't you? But there's on thing you forgot. What about all those cuts on your arm Miroku?" Kenji shot him a devious glance, as Miroku said nothing. "Well?"
Miroku couldn't say anything; his throat became dry and his heart felt like it was stopping. He could feel the room spinning out of control, just like his life, faster and faster till he's thrown off. He gulped he couldn't win.
Kenji was happy to see the terrified look on Miroku's face. "That's what I thought, I saw them on your arm the last time you were here. You can't win, society is judgmental and I doubt they're going to believe the trouble teen that mutilates his body against the well educated business man who took you in on a whim. Face it, you lost."
The world broke and it stopped spinning, Miroku was thrown off with no way of getting back up. He couldn't go on, he was now desperate. He walked over to the point of no returned, closed his eyes tightly, and took a dive. "Take it back," he whispered.
Kenji cocked an eyebrow at Miroku confused to no end. "What are you trying to say? Are you going crazy or something?"
"Yes." Miroku winced as he sat up from his hospital bed and swung himself over the small railing surrounding it. "I wont let you win like this, I'd rather die than go back with you." Miroku took a step towards the window in the room. He carefully unlatched it and stood there quietly for a moment and looked back at the horrified face of Kenji. "I'd be dead if I let myself go back with you, and I wont let you have that satisfaction. My only regret is the person I love could be here and not you." Miroku gulped as he pushed the window up, a strong breeze blowing through the hospital room. 'What now Kenji? What are you going to do now?'
Kenji's body shook in nervousness; he held Miroku's life in his hands. "You're, you're bluffing," he stuttered.
"Am I?" Miroku hoped up on the ledge of the window and sat backwards to outside, his face being able to look back at Kenji's still. "After all, I'm the crazy teenager who cuts himself, I'm capable of anything."
Kenji's eyes widened in fear. 'He's serious! Oh fuck he's serious!' "Miroku! Don't do it! I'll get a nurse in here they can sedate you. Don't try anything funny or I'll do it."
Miroku shrugged. "My lifeless body will be sprawled out on the pavement and red sirens will be flashing everywhere by the time you go and do that. I'm being serious here, and you're in no position to negotiate. If I can't win I'll die trying." The thought of dying scared Miroku but he in no way intended to live a miserable life. Tears began swelling in his eyes as he waited for Kenji's decision. "My life is in your hands now. So tell me Kenji, am I going to live see tomorrow?"
A bead of sweat ran down Kenji's face as his eyes focused intensely on the teenager whose life was in his hands. "Why?" He whispered. "Why are you doing this?"
Miroku blinked his tears away. "Because I finally was happy for once in my life and when you have a taste of true happiness you don't let it go, no matter what. Someone is going to die today, either I' am, or you will. And by that I mean, you wont ever come back."
Either decision Kenji had to choose scared him, as one last final effort he had to ask one last thing. "And if I don't leave?"
Miroku closed his eyes, pondering for a moment what he would say. He opened them again quickly; he was filled with self confidence and righteousness. "If you don't leave I will. It's your choice, now make it before I make it for you."
Kenji turned around silently and walked out the door without so much as a whisper. 'This isn't over Miroku.'
Miroku let out a sigh of relief as Kenji left his room. For a moment he almost thought he was going to have to possibly jump, an action he didn't want to do. He carefully jumped down from the window ledge and back inside his room. He turned around and shut the window tightly, carefully latching it. "It's over. Thank god it's over."
Suddenly several doctors burst through the doors and approached Miroku. Several of the doctors were men and the other was a nurse standing idly by them "Restrain him," she said firmly.
Miroku looked fearfully at the nurse and then over to the doctors. He was regretting closing that window. The male doctors jumped on top of him and wrestled him down to the floor with ease. The nurse stood over him, ready to sedate him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kenji standing in the doorway with a smile over his face. He would have said something if the world hadn't suddenly gone black.
Miroku let out a small moan; he had a splitting headache and his body felt like he was just run over by a truck. He could hear a voice; it was a woman's. 'Who is that? They sound familiar.'
"Miroku? Are you awake? Can you hear me?"
Miroku tired to open his mouth and speak but he couldn't utter a sound. He began floating back into unconsciousness, his body yearning for rest. Miroku struggled to shut out the voice, he was fearful of who it could be. 'Don't make me wake up, let me stay here longer, I don't want to wake up.'
"Miroku if you can hear my voice say something, anything."
'Can't. Hurts too much to speak, hurts too much to wake up.' Miroku let out a small wince of pain; the aching in his body was growing worse. 'What's this feeling?' Miroku could feel a warmth over him. Someone was squeezing his hand. 'Who? Who are you?'
"If you're awake squeeze my hand."
Miroku's fingers twitched as he slowly coiled his fingers over the woman's hand. He squinted one eye opened and looked at the blurry figure. "Sa.Sango?" 'No.' Miroku focused harder. "You're not Sango."
The woman smiled. "You're right I'm not Sango, it's me, Dr. Okashii. Glad to see you're awake Mr. Hatsaharu."
Miroku frowned; this wasn't the woman he was hoping to see. "Oh," he said simply. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else."
Dr. Okashii could see the disappointment on the young man's face and grew slightly sadder herself. "I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was but I'm sure this "Sango" will come by later. Try to cheer up till then."
Miroku grunted. "It's hard when you're tethered to a bed." He looked over his restraints that tied him down to his bed.
"I'm sorry about the restraints, but it was for safety purposes. You were suicidal after all."
"Not intentionally mind you, I didn't want to jump off that ledge and I didn't. There wasn't any need for this." Miroku gave her a defiant stare since he couldn't exactly cross his arms.
Dr. Okashii wasn't too keen on the dirty look Miroku was giving her. "Don't be that way, I'll release your restraints when you tell me what's going on, for real."
Miroku's dirty look quickly diminished, his face took on a more upset demeanor. "For the record I'm not suicidal, for a while I was but now." Miroku's eyes went starry-eyed at warm thoughts of Sango invading his mind. "But now I found something to live for you could say."
She nodded, understanding what he was saying but there were still some pieces to the puzzle missing. "Then can you explain to me why you were up on that ledge?"
Miroku quickly switched to defensive mode. "I wasn't planning on jumping if that's what you were thinking. It was just a bluff." Miroku averted his gaze from the all-knowing doctor; she was too smart for her own good.
She knew she had struck a tender spot but she had no intention of stopping. "If it didn't work would you have jumped?"
Miroku blinked his eyes for a moment, thinking his answer through. "Honestly, I don't know what I would have done," he said quietly. "The idea of dying didn't thrill me but I can't stand living with Kenji either." A scowl quickly appeared on his face with the thought of that ass Kenji.
She picked up on the gaze and decided to trudge on forward searching for her answers. "What's so bad about living with him? What's been going on? The last time you were here I recall you weren't fond of Kenji then either."
Miroku nodded, "That's right, I'm not. I hate the bastard."
"I know that already, what I want to know is why."
Miroku gulped, it was the moment of truth. 'What do I tell her? If I don't tell her the truth Kenji will only end up taking me back and I can't let that happen. I have to tell the truth, it's the only way.' He sighed, "I'll tell you everything."
She gazed at him in a confused matter. "Everything?"
"Yeah, there is one crucial reason I dislike Kenji. Besides the fact he's an asshole, he's a brute asshole. The two of us would fight, a lot. And not the shouting matches kind of fights, fist fights. That's the best way I can explain it." Miroku focused on Dr. Okashii patiently awaiting her reaction.
"That's what's been going on? He's been beating you."
Miroku showed a tinge of pain in his face. "Don't say it like that, it hurts my pride in a way, you couldn't understand. I just can't go back to that, if I do I'll surely cut myself." Miroku looked deep into the doctor's eyes as if he were speaking to them with his own. 'Now tell me, what do you see when you look at me now? What do you see in me?'
"Cut yourself, I see, yes, that's what's been going on. It's all making sense now. You aren't a suicidal teenager, you're just a lost kid who get stuck in a lousy situation."
"Nice summary, now will you please remove these restraints? It's getting very annoying." Miroku squirmed about in his bed trying to wriggle his way out.
She nodded, happy to oblige this time. "Sure, just hang on a moment." She quickly unfastened the bondage straps that were holding him hostage. "Better?"
Miroku smiled, happy to be able to move his arms and legs again. "Much."
"Well first things first, I'll have Kenji arrested and we can move on from there."
Miroku didn't like the sound of, "moving on from there." He grimaced. "What happens from there then?"
She bit her lip, "from there you have to find a new place to stay."
Miroku hung his head and looked down at his bed. "I see," he said quietly. He knew what that meant, it meant he would probably get placed in a home or have to move in with some disgusting relative whom he didn't know.
Kikai could sense his sadness and frustration and decided to try in comfort him in any way she could. "Don't loose hope, some ordeals have happy endings."
A small smile magically appeared on Miroku's face. "I will be happy, as long as I have her." A small tear rolled down Miroku's cheek, his body was crying out for Sango. He needed Sango, now more than ever. "She hasn't given me my befitting punishment for being naughty yet."
"Right. I'll be leaving now, rest up for a while and wait till I have some word on your situation." She motioned for the door ready to leave.
"Okay, that's fine." Miroku sprawled out on his hospital bed and enjoyed the freedom of moving his arms and legs again as Kikai exited his room. He stared up at the ceiling in deep contemplative thought. 'I wonder how cruel and unusual Sango will be with her punishment for me. I shudder to think.' A seductive smile spread across his face, one full of lust and impure thoughts. 'Maybe she'll really make her point across this time.' Miroku let out a frustrated yell. "Sango hurry up and get your sexy body back in this hospital room so you can punish me damnit!"
"Uh huh, I thought I heard screaming." The door suddenly opened and Sango walked into the room. "What are you yelling about now Miroku?"
Miroku laughed nervously as a blush crept up his face. "Sa. Sango. I wasn't expecting you to come so soon, not that I'm upset or anything." A seductive smile spread across his face.
She shook her head and laughed. "No I bet you're not. So, how was your day? Were you acting like a good boy or did you give the hospital staff hell?"
Miroku stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Does threatening to jump off a window ledge, being sedated, and strapped to your bed count as being bad?"
"Miroku! I don't believe you! You've made a real ass of yourself haven't you?" Sango made her way over to his bedside. "What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?"
Miroku felt just like a child under Sango's gaze. She always made him feel small in some way. "Get the punishment over with so you don't torture me any longer."
Sango shook her head playfully. "What am I going to do with you? I swear, I can't leave you alone for one day without you raising hell. The only question is. How will I punish you?"
Miroku shrugged. "I don't know. What did you have in mind Sango?" He shot her a lustful grin.
"Well, I do have a few things in mind but first." Sango smiled and slipped her tongue into Miroku's mouth, even though it was all the same as before she still received great pleasure every time she felt his probing tongue against his. Everything about him drove Sango wild and she could barely contain herself.
Miroku pulled his tongue out of Sango's mouth as his heartbeat began to quicken and his breaths grew shorter and shallower. "Damn Sango."
"What are you doing? You're punishment hasn't even begun yet. Now, be good and cooperate otherwise I'll have to make things worse for you." She smiled and evil smile, a plotting smile.
"Worse? I don't know if I like the sound of that." Miroku's eyes traveled from her devious face down to her breasts, he was such a hopeless pervert.
Sango quickly caught up with his gaze. "You like the view Miroku?" She leaned over the bedside further her breasts sagged down allowing Miroku in his words, a wonderful site.
Miroku swallowed a large lump gathering up in his throat. "Sango, you're killing me. Please, the other view was just fine."
She smiled, "Now way. You've been bad and I told you I would punish you." She began carefully removing her top.
Miroku watched in horror at this transaction. "Sango, this isn't punishment, this is torture." His wild teen hormones began screaming once her top was finally off her body, revealing her white laced braw. (a/n don't worry, it won't go any further than that, I promise. It's gonna be lime, no lemon! I do this just to remind you and myself that I don't write lemons. Thank you for bearing with me through this stupid authors note.) "What are you planning to do?" His eyes nervously attached themselves to her now exposed bra.
"Bestow punishment," she said simply. "I warned you this would happen Miroku. You couldn't listen to me though and now you have to pay the price." She grabbed a chair sitting in the corner of the room and pulled it next to Miroku's bed. She sat down and let his eyes ogle her.
Miroku shot her a confused glance..or rather her breasts. "What are you doing? You're just sitting there."
"I know. You didn't expect me to hop in bed with you did you? After all, we are in a hospital. I can't very well start making out with you." 'Yet, first I have to torture you slowly so you have to beg for it.'
"But I." Miroku let out a small moan. "You're evil, pure evil."
Sango smiled happily. "I know! But trust me, it can get worse than this." Sango loosened one of her braw straps and stared intently at Miroku. 'I'll let him sizzle for a while before I save him from turning into an inferno.'
Miroku forced down a large gulp. "Damn you Sango, you're cruel and unusual. This wasn't what I had in mind." His eyes stayed glued to her partly loosened bra.
Miroku's torture gave Sango a great sense of satisfaction. "Was this then?" She loosened the bra strap further and the other one to go along with it. Now merely a light breeze could flip her bra over revealing her "goods."
"Sango," he whined. "No more, please god no more. If you don't stop this I think I might jump out of this bed, pounce on you, and then tie you down to my bed."
Sango grinned at this, she wouldn't have minded the idea if they weren't at a hospital. "Silly Miroku, you can't do things like that in public places. But here, I'll give you a little present." Sango pulled up her bra for a moment flashed Miroku, pulled her bra back down, and re-tightened the straps on them. "There, don't say I never gave you anything."
Miroku ran his hand through his hair like a spaz. "That's even worse! Showing me something I can't have like that. End it now I beg you."
Sango shook her head. "No way, my little fun is just beginning. After what you did what I'm about to do is a lenient sentence." She sat up from the chair and rested on the railing of the bed. She slowly extended her hand out and brushed away the strands of hair covering Miroku's eyes. "I want to be able to see your beautiful eyes, Miroku."
"Sango," he whispered. He sat up in his bed wanting to get closer to where she was. His hand went behind her back as he drew her in close to him.
There was a momentous mood shift in the atmosphere. The fun and games were over, and the undying passion that they had been keeping inside was slowly pouring out of them.
Miroku traced the outline of Sango's luscious lips with the tip of his tongue as his appetite for her quickly increased. "You taste good, but your mouth tastes better." He finished his playing and pulled Sango over the railing letting her body cover him. "That's better, now I can have more than just a piece of you." He moved in for the kill but was stopped by Sango's soft finger placed over his lips. "Sango?"
She shook her head. "That's not fair, I'm the one who gets to have the fun." She removed her finger from his lips and placed hers over them, completely covering them up.
The warm feeling of Sango's breath passing over his face sent shivers down his spine. The same old thing with Sango always felt like the first time, he never grew tired of it. His body loved all of the soft nips and touches he received from her. The way their tongues tangoed with each other in their mouths. All these sensations felt so good, and neither of them needed to move forward yet.
Sango's body was the opposite of Miroku's, she felt like she was on fire with flames of passion burning through her. It was like a dance, moving in the rhythm and keeping the tempo of the moment. Repeating the same steps will still adding another twist to them. Dancing had quickly become Sango's new drug of choice.
Luckily for Miroku he was a good enough dance partner to continually keep Sango satisfied so that their hormones wouldn't rage out of control like last time. It was true they still wanted each other but this new approach was working and neither of them wanted to show any signs of stopping.
The pace of the song started to quicken and the mood became more intensified. Everything was growing on a more serious level. The dance steps became more complicated and intricate. With every new nibble and touch in unexpected places the music blared with incredible force till BAM! The grand finale, and the music then goes silent.
Sango watched intently as Miroku's exquisite chest rose and fell. She felt so warm as her body lay safely next to his as they cuddled close to one another. What they had just done was far from sex but it still filled them with amazing satisfaction. Being with each other in such a way they haven't been before. Words couldn't describe the feelings the two were having for each other, they were just content being as they were and no words needed to be spoken.
Miroku drew in slow easy breaths as his fingers played in Sango's hair. He turned to her for a moment with a small grin on his face. Gazing at her with loving and compassionate eyes. "Were you always this daring? I mean I can't believe we just did that in the hospital of all places."
Sango chuckled lightly in response to his question. "No, I was always a very shy person when it came to my feelings but." Sango met Miroku's gaze with equal passion. "But I fell in love for my first true time and all those insecurities left me as I got closer to you. I've never felt the same way as I feel with you and those feeling just built up and I let go of my fears."
"I see," a little smirk spread across his face. "Then I think I've created a monster." He leaned over further and caressed her forehead.
Sango giggled at his comment. "You're to blame for all this, after all, you told me if I wanted to be with you to be with you, and that's what I did." She wrapped her arms around his stacked figure and pulled herself deeper into him. "And that's what I did, and I still have no regrets."
"Glad to hear it." Miroku wiggled out of Sango's strong hold over him and sat up in his bed. He grasped Sango tightly in a bear hug holding her down to his chest while his lips trailed down her neck in a form of soft kisses and nips.
Sango let out a small moan. She loved it when Miroku and her were like this together, when she had him all to herself and he had what seemed to be no intention of stopping. Her fingers twitched as they begged to feel his warm skin grace their tips. She moved her left hand to Miroku's right arm that was holding her to him just under her breasts. She placed her hand gently on the arm and slowly began tracing his scars lightly and gently kissing some of them when Miroku's arm was close enough to permit her too.
Sango's soft kisses and affectionate rubs on his arm surprised him but he didn't mind this time as he did before. He enjoyed the way she tickled his skin in such a way that all his scars felt less ugly and intrusive to him. The more he felt her lips grace his skin the more his kisses intensified. Sango seemed to know just how to drive his senses wild. Tasting Sango's neck was no longer enough, he bent down as far as he could go and let his lips slink their way into her mouth.
Sango frowned slightly at this action. She had liked all the attention her neck was getting; she wiggled her way up Miroku's arms so her head was leaning on his shoulder. She parted from the quick kiss and nibbled his ear and whispered to it silently. "No fair this is suppose to be my punishment. You don't get to call the shots like that."
Miroku scoffed at the remark and let his tongue trace the outside of her ear. He figured he'd try something new as long as Sango wasn't much in the mood for frenching.
Sango wanted to kick Miroku's ass he wasn't suppose to have all the fun. She sighed and let herself give into his wishes and her body's silent complaints. She parted from his ear and let her tongue lick his inner jaw as it slowly pressed forward in his mouth.
Miroku decided not to retaliate and let her have her way with him, after all he was the one who wasn't behaving like she asked. The rate at which her tongue was moving was slowly killing him but he let himself have a little patience and wait till she sped things up again. He didn't have to wait too long, the beat was beginning to get established and quickened at a steady rate. They were nearing where they had been before till there was a knock at the door.
"Can I come in? It's me, doctor Okashii."
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Okay, yes I' am evil and I love it. *laughs maniacally.* I hope you all enjoyed my little birthday present, I had such a good day and I wanted all of you to have one as well. I hope you did enjoy the chapter and I look forward to your reviews.
Inu-shounen~ I'm surprised all this fluff hasn't killed you yet, well this chapter will surely drive you to your grave.
Aamalie~ I couldn't deny a friends request so I decided update nice and quick so you reviewers wouldn't kill me for making you wait, but I continue being evil by leaving the story in the worse places. God I'm an ass, enjoy.
Small-buttercup~ You wanted fluff, and you have it.
Lar-lar~ It wasn't that mean and I did give you a quick update so don't whine! I could have made you wait another five days like I was originally planning.
Rissi-sama~ Well, I can honestly say I've never been kissed like that myself and have never done anything like that in the lunchroom but I can fantasize along with you.
Blulily07~ It's fun to shake stories up a bit so they don't get so boring and repetitive.
Insomni-maniac~ Didn't mean to make you spaz so much I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations.
Sweet Chaos~ I don't write them better, just differently. And in all honestly all your reviews that had songs in them inspired me to base that one small make out scene on music so be proud, cuz your ideas are really great.
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Rain angst~ Yes, cliffies do suck but I try to be kind and update fast for you people on those really tough and evil ones. And be proud of being a social outcast, those who are different change the world and those who remain the same keep it that way.
Well, that's it for all the kick ass reviewers for the last chapter. I'm glad everyone seemed to like it and I'm looking forward to reading your reviews. Thanks everyone! ^_^
Next chapter~ I don't have anything really planned yet but expect a lot of comedy.
Next update~ Oh god, I really have no clue. It took all I had to force this one out of me so I don't think my next update will be for a while. Not till Thursday I think, I'll play it by ear. So expect the unexpected.
Adios for now,
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