Foolish Games

12/26/03

Sango is an unsuccessful songwriter, who is struggling to be discovered – by anyone. Miroku is a retired moffia leader, who has resided in the city to try to lead a normal life – with someone. Both have a past they would rather forget, but sharing an apartment, shouldn't they at least communicate?

M+S pairing, slight I+K, K+A, N+K, S+K, yah…

Rated PG-13 for some mature subject matter and maybe some language.

Mr. Man

"Uh… hi"

"Hi," the man smiled back – Sango had to hide her shiver as he grinned, for some odd reason, it just creeped her out. He held out his hand towards her; "Kugutsu Naraku." He continued smiling at her.

"Taijiya Sango." She smiled back, clutching possessively to her acoustic guitar.

He looked down at the guitar; "can you play?" he asked as he sat down beside her.

Sango looked down; "oh… yeah, but I'm just playing random notes at the moment." She breathed in nervously.

"Could you play me something, please?" he asked politely

"Euh… maybe." She gulped, turning slightly darker in the cheeks from embarrassment. "I… don't do well with an audience… and I can't really sing at all."

"Well, maybe an audience would help you rid yourself of overwhelming stage-fright." He smirked at her.

"Maybe." She nodded

"C'mon," he urged, "I won't laugh, I promise."

Sango bit her lip; "o-kay…" she gulped then she began to strum the notes of her guitar as she closed her eyes.

"Who do I turn to,

When there's no one around?

Who do I run to,

When there's no one to be found?

I just take a deep breath

And I close my eyes

And then, I realize…

I could, turn left or right,

But no matter where I go

I cannot escape the light

Nor the path that you're shown.

I could run a million miles

And never turn back,

But I, cannot escape the love…

That you gave me."

She breathed in the looked at Naraku. "That's by Destiny's Fate." She smiled weakly.

"Yeah, I have her CD." He nodded ~

Miroku closed the door to the condo and the sound of giggling women disappeared down the hall. Whew, that's too much. He finally could breathe freely now.

He looked around; "Sango?" he asked loudly, asking for her presence.

There was no response from the empty condo. "Where's she go?" he scratched his head in puzzlement. Then he noticed the folded piece of paper on the counter. He unfolded it then read the tidy cursive writing:

"Miroku, I've gone up to the roof to get some peace from the maelstrom you've brought to our dorm. Once you've exterminated the bugs, come get me. Sincerely, Sango-chan."

"Maelstrom? Exterminated? Does she even understand all of these words?" he wondered then he shrugged – scrunching the note into a small paper ball and then tossed it into the garbage can beside his empty desk. "Might as well go get her." ~

"So you write songs?" Sango nodded to Naraku's question. "And you play, that's amazing."

"Not really, most successful artists write their own pieces." Sango shrugged, " 'Cept… I'm not successful."

"Well, I have a band. Would you consider joining us?" he asked

"Huh?" she whipped her head round, just missing whipping him across the face with her long ponytail; "sorry."

"Would you like to join my band?" he repeated is question. "We could use someone of your talent."

"Oh… I… don't think so," she gulped nervously – she did just meet him, after all

Just then the door opened and Miroku stepped out – he froze when he saw Sango, or, was it Naraku? He just stood there – his hand still against the door, keeping it open.

"Hey Miroku," she smiled weakly.

Hearing her say his name, he finally looked at her instead of the man who just turned his head and looked up at him.

Sango noticed the two just staring at each other so they do know each other… and I take it at not being a good thing. She realized she better get the two away from each other. "I guess Miroku and I should get going." She blurted out as she clutched to her guitar and picked up her music and then walked over. She tucked the papers into her jeans in the same manner she always did then she pushed Miroku out.

"Sango." She heard Naraku speak.

"Yeah?" she turned and looked at him.

"If you change your mind, here." He reached into his jacket and then handed a gray coloured card to her. "Just in case."

Sango felt Miroku grab her arm, then pull her out with a released "whoa!" and then he slammed the door shut in Naraku's face.

"What's your problem?" Sango snapped as she took her arm back.

"Hey, if you wanna get discovered, don't rely on Naraku." He told her sternly – it scared her how it reminded her of her father.

She released carbon dioxide brashly; "all that perfume and lipstick has gone to your head." And with that she rolled her shoulder and tossed her hair back as she hurried down the metal staircase.