Foolish Games

12/30/03

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.

Dirty Sunshine

Okay, Sango and Miroku had gotten off to a bad start – it was obvious. They failed to communicate without bringing up women or Naraku, so they decided to keep their distance until they actually had something to talk about.

Sango shifted in her seat uncomfortably as she looked around – her room was a disaster. Her clothes were everywhere and even her bed was unmade. There was moldy pizza in the corner of the floor from where she had put it one night from the previous week.

She flopped down onto her bed and starred at the ceiling, where a spider was making its way across the top of her wall onto the white roof; actually, now that she contrasted the black of the spider against the pale surface, it seemed more or less a cream colour.

"Hey, Sango-chan, do you want-" came Miroku's voice as he began to come in.

Sango wasn't wearing a shirt at that moment, she threw a pillow at the doorframe – it was her way of telling him not to come in. "Sorry, do you want some coffee?" he asked politely.

Coffee did sound like a good thing, or at least the caffeine part did. But for some reason, Sango didn't feel like having coffee, so she declined his offer. "No thanks." She told him – she was surprised at how low her voice was.

Miroku was too, yes, she was an alto, but her speaking voice wasn't that low. He felt concerned, after all, she was Koharu's cousin, and he had promised that he'd take good care of her. However, she wasn't really opening up to him and wasn't as Koharu had told him.

"Okay, she's not the easiest person to get to know, but eventually she'll open up to you. She likes the sound of her own voice." Koharu had told him.

Sound of her own voice, my foot, Koharu-chan! She doesn't even speak to me, let alone even look at me… I wish she would. She is pretty hot after all. He smirked to himself as he poured his own cup of coffee. ~

Sango pressed her palm against her forehead – it was quite warm.

"Hey, Sango-chan?" Miroku came in her room – she had a shirt on now, and she was too tired to get up and toss a pillow at him. "Sango-chan?" he asked worriedly as he walked over and leaned over her.

"Go away," she muttered as she closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he placed his hand on her shoulder. However, his hand was placed much to low for Sango's comfort, in face, it was right on her breast.

"GET OUT!!!" Sango's screech was heard throughout the entire building as even the birds scattered from the rooftop.

Miroku scrambled away from her room as the angered woman stormed up and then slammed her door shut, causing the walls to shake and even Miroku's pictures to fall off the wall in his own room – where he was cowering in fear behind his bed.

"Wow… she's scary when she's angry." He gulped nervously. ~

Sango flopped back down onto her bare mattress, closing her eyes and turning her head away. A cramp down in her abdomen reminded her what time of the month it was. She rolled her eyes and groaned softly – the sound muffled when she buried her face in her pillow.

Oh Kami, I feel like shit now. She told herself as she breathed in deeply. ~

Miroku held his hand to his chest as he breathed in; "okay, so she's not in the mood for any of that. I guess I should give her some space." He finally decided then came out of his room and picked up fallen objects. ~

Sango was taking off her shirt – she was burning up and the sweatshirt she was wearing wasn't helping. Her head spun painfully as she sat down on the edge of the mattress but just ended up slipping off and landing on the wooden floor with a loud "thump". ~

Miroku heard it as he raised his head and looked around; "did something fall?" he asked, but then Sango's door squeaked open and she stumbled out.

Miroku instantly knew something was wrong with her, her face was a sickly pale colour as her cheek was a dark hue of illness. She's sick, he knew. But he couldn't help let his eyes wander to her chest, where she was only wearing a black sports bra.

"Kami, I hate how Koharu dresses." She muttered to herself as she stumbled down to the kitchen then sat down on a stool.

"Ah… Sango?" Miroku poked her gently on the shoulder.

"I hate it when people poke me too, it's so annoying!" she muttered louder, "and I hate how my parents use to make me want to dress a certain way! I hated my school's uniform; green is not my colour!"

"Sango!" he shook her shoulder and she slumped against the counter and the glared at him that showed how nauseated she truly felt at that moment.

"Whadya want, ya hot bastard?" she muttered.

Okay, she's delirious! Miroku stared at her – actually quite scared. "Okay gurl, you're going back to bed." He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, only when she took a step she stumbled and then fell into Miroku's chest and didn't move. Miroku felt himself turn red; "uh… Sango?" he asked as he shook her lightly.

Her eyelids dropped drowsily as she breathed in. "You smell like grilled cheese sammiches…" she mumbled then her body went slightly limp.

Miroku waited a moment, and then he heard a silent snore come from her nostrils and then leaned her head against his chest comfortably. This… feels kinda nice… he thought, then he shook his head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and then slipped his other arm under her knees and picked her up.

She looked so peaceful in her sleep – sick, but peaceful. Her dark brown hair was gently hanging down around her shoulder and her dark eyelashes brought out the shape of her face. Kami, she must be really sick if she can look that good and so sick at the same time. Miroku thought as he carried her up to her room. ~

Sango's eyes fluttered open, she found herself tucked in bed and her burning forehead was being cooled off by the cold, damp cloth over her forehead. Wha… she wondered as she sat up – her stomach churning.

Her room was tidy, and the blinds to her sliding door were tied back letting the sun in. The spider was gone, and everything was arranged and clean. As Sango looked around, she noticed she felt much better.

As she breathed in as she took the cloth off; her door opened and Miroku came in with a tray. He noticed she was awake and then smiled kindly. "Glad to see you're up, feeling any better?" he asked as he walked over.

"Uh… ye-ah…" she looked puzzled at him. O-kay… wasn't this guy groping my breast the last time I checked? She wondered.

"That's good." He sat down on the edge of her bed and then set the tray down, where a bowl of soup and a cup of tea were.

Sango looked at him and then she realized the palm of his hand was against her forehead. He drew it back and then smiled; "well, your temperature's down, but you still look as hot as ever." He chuckled

She scowled at him; "can you please leave?" she rubbed her eyes and then felt his weight leave the edge of the mattress.

"Sure," came his response as he headed for the door and then left.

Sango blinked at the closed door – she was surprised at his actions, one minute he's hitting on her, the next he's respecting her.

She sighed and then looked at the bowl of Alphabet soup he had brought her, and it was only then did she notice that he had arranged the letters in the soup to say: "GeT weLl sooN!" She noticed he had even gone through the trouble of making an exclamation mark for her.

Sango smiled, then picked up the spoon and stirred.