Secrets and Poems
Disclaimer- please don't sue me for I have no rights whatsoever for copying Inuyasha even if my life depended on it. So I do not own Inuyasha.
~Chapter 6- Downhill~
Kagome walked home soberly. After walking past stores, parks, and houses, she finally came upon her average old house. Slamming the door open, Kagome shakily walked out of the kitchen, past the living room, and up the stairs. The door to her mother's room slowly opened. Her mother, who was still wearing the old ripped nightgown, was rubbing her temples. She shot Kagome an annoyed look.
"Kagome, will you please not shut the door so loudly?" her mother angrily spat at her. Kagome stood in her mother's presence with her arms lazily crossed. She didn't answer back, which made her mom even angrier. Taking her fingers away from her temples, she put her hands on her hips.
"Kagome Higarashi, I asked you a question. You better watch out or-" Kagome's mom stopped in mid-sentence as she watched her daughter's outburst.
"Or what, huh? What, you're not going to feed anymore, like you ever do! All you do is mope around feeling sorry for yourself, practically oblivious to what's happening around you! I hate you! I hate you so much that I feel like throwing up every time I see the site of you!" Kagome spat back. Her mother was at first taken aback. Never in her life did anyone every say this to her, let alone her own daughter. Kagome gasped and rushed past her mother, who was still dumbstruck. Kagome ran past the creaking doors, running away from her mother. Finally at the front of her room, she swung it open and got in. Shutting and locking the door, Kagome went on top of her bed. Crawling to her pillows, she scrunched herself up into a ball and cried out everything inside. It felt like hours until Kagome started to sniff. Wiping away another running tear, she swore to herself. 'Damn that Inuyasha! I hate him so much. How dare he go around saying that stuff! Does he even have a heart!' Kagome thought furiously to herself. Once again, she began comparing Inuyasha to Sesshoumaru and how she was still in disbelief to how they were related, half-brother or not. Staring around at her white walls that were decorated with posters that had intrigued her all these years. Swiping a tissue box from the bedside table, Kagome took a clean, white tissue from it. Blowing and wiping her nose with it, she tried to shoot the tissue in the garbage perfectly, but to no such luck.
Burying herself deeper into the bed, she began to ponder. 'Maybe Inuyasha didn't really mean it all like I thought he did- wait a minute! Why am I trying to defend him?' Kagome, in hopes to take her thoughts away from Inuyasha, thought about that stupid plan that had made this whole nightmare occur. Looking at the trashcan, she began to think the plan became just like that tissue- dirtied and lying at the bottom of a trashcan. Kagome turned to the other side so that she was facing the window, away from the trashcan. Looking out at the cherry blossoms as they drifted away, Kagome was thinking of herself as a cherry blossom as well, a cherry blossom that was just floating out into the world. Lowering her gaze, Kagome could feel hot tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She wished that she could just stop crying, but unfortunately couldn't. To stop herself from crying, she began to think about Sango trying to catch up with her after the mess in the cafeteria. *~
"Kagome! Wait up!" Sango shouted from behind Kagome. Kagome, having a little patience still inside of her, stopped. Sango took a breather until she straightened up. Her cheeks were flushed from the running.
"Kagome, what Inuyasha said was entirely mean, and I have problems of my own with guys, let's say a certain pervert, but he had no right to say that at all," Sango huffed. Kagome eyed Sango, hate and tears were evident in her eyes. Sango was near tears; she hated it when Kagome was like this. It seemed like eternity as they stood on the busy sidewalk, just staring at each other, for fear if any sound surpassed their lips, everything might fall apart. Kagome's face darkened before she gave Sango a weak smile. Smiling back, Sango straightened up and helped Kagome home. The whole time both girls were laughing and trying to make bright of the already rotten day, Kagome still had a rotten mood. Which, of course, lead to the whole scene where she had fought with her mother by using hateful words.
'No! They weren't mean words; they were true words! She has never cared about anyone but herself! She's just a selfish witch.' Kagome tried to keep thinking that, but her mother's grief-stricken face kept hovering in her head like a never ceasing rain cloud. Kagome wiped a tear from dripping and snuggled even more into her comforter. *~
Sango looked at the far wall of the glass wall, where a yellow painted M and many posters decorated it. Suddenly, she heard a cough and the same smooth, calm voice.
"Hello Sango! I never knew you worked here?" Miroku said with a cheerful smile, obviously trying to burn the hatchet that had grown between the four teenagers in the cafeteria. Sango blushed slightly. Of all the people to see her here in a McDonalds restaurant, it had to be him. Sango, fully aware of the pinkish hint tracing across her face lowered her head a bit and muttered, "What would you like to order, sir"
Sango could have kicked herself in the butt for that. 'Sir? Sir? Did I just call him sir? I have been spending too much time at restaurants.'
"Um, I'll have a cheeseburger, some fries, and a coke," Miroku said, oblivious to the whole sir part. Sango was thinking that maybe he hadn't had heard the sir part since she had muttered it, but she had muttered everything else in the same tone and he had heard her still. 'Maybe he's pretending that he didn't, but why? After the way I had treated him before, he should be announcing to the world what I had said. So, why id he hiding that sir part?' Sango pondered.
"Ahem, Sango? Could you please tell me what I have to pay?" Miroku said, to Sango's surprise, in a shy voice. Quickly pulling way from her trance, she muttered his total. Miroku reached in his pocket for his wallet and handed her some dollar bills. With an unnoticed glance, Miroku walked to a table. Although, Sango kept watching him as he found a table and sat down. She couldn't help it she was utterly transfixed. She heard someone clear their throat when she remembered that a line of customers were still there. She quickly asked the next man's order, but secretly taking a peek at Miroku every few minutes. She couldn't help but look at him. After the last three people, Sango was able to go on her break. She didn't care for the fast food here, so she unloaded the contents from inside the brown paper bag. She didn't even see it coming. One moment she was concentrating on her baloney sandwich when her eyes wandered to where Miroku sat, absently eating his fries and drinking his coke.
Then he suddenly looked her way. Upon reflexes, she quickly took a bite from her sandwich and tried to concentrate on something else besides that black haired, perfect smile Miroku. Although, when their eyes had met, Sango had felt a sort of spark inside her. She felt like she had to go over there and try to start all over with him, although, as nervousness would have it, she could bring herself to do just that. After avoiding all eye contact, Miroku stood up and threw away his garbage. Miroku walked rather slowly past Sango. After giving a final unnoticed glance her way, he left through the exit door. Sango nibbled at her sandwich through her lunch break. After deciding to make the sandwich dinner for Kohaku, she stuffed all the contents that she had unloaded and returned the contents into the paper bag. She returned to her spot in front of the register and began taking the orders once again. *~
Sango trudged home solemnly. Sango knew that the McDonald's job was supposed to be only for the summer, but she needed that money soon! Although, she knew she could never pay for an apartment. She needed a parent's signature to rent one. What could she do? Sighing miserably, she ducked underneath the metal flap and walked cautiously through the piles of garbage.
Once she was inside her little 'home', she took out the sandwich she had been keeping and set out their dinner. It was getting late by the hour and Kohaku still wasn't home.
"If that kid is still out playing with his friends, I'll have his head!" She stood up and, anger consuming her worried mind, she went out into the smelly, garbage aroma. She didn't stop walking until she had went under the other metal flap that lead out of the garbage dump. The night was cold and freezing. As she sighed, mist evaporated in front of her. The cold wasn't really bothering her, so she trekked on.
It took a few blocks for the cold to get to her. Hugging her coat harder around herself, she turned a corner. Bad idea. Out of nowhere. Two thugs came out form the darkness of the alleyway and approached her.
"Hey there little girl. Don't you think it's bad to be out here by yourself?" One of the thugs, who was wearing a red bandanna cooed. The guy next to him chuckled while they approached her. Sango bit on her lip, ever more afraid as they were a few feet away now. Trying to catch her breath, she used all of her strength to punch the guy with the red bandanna. The guy next to him shouted a string of curses at her as he approached her. She ducked right when his fist was going to collide with her. Sucking in a shaky breath, she kicked at his legs, which brought him down as well. Sango stood up and was going to run when a hand grabbed at her arm, preventing her from doing so. Soon, more shapes appeared from the darkness and began to surround her.
She screamed in fear, but a hand roughly went over her mouth. She kicked and punched until her captor let go and staggered off. Screaming was futile as a bunch of people jumped on her. She tried to fight them off, but they soon had her arm twisted from behind her and pairs of hands holding her back. Kicks flew to her stomach, making her wheeze for breath as hands played carefully at her body. She closed her eyes and tried to fight back, but every time she would be back in the same position. She cried out and tried to push them off, but that made them even more aggressive. She could feel her consciousness leave her, but she struggled against it. It felt like two battles were being played upon her. One was trying to fight back these goons; the other was fighting to remain conscious. She saw a black blur amongst the black figures. Finally unable to hold on, she fell limp to her captors hold. *~
Miroku walked around, aimlessly trying to indulge himself in something, anything! Rounding a corner, he looked into a restaurant and went inside. Sitting down in one of the booths, he looked at the menu.
'Nothing interesting,' he thought. 'Might as well just order some hot cocoa.'
A waiter arrived earlier than he expected and took his order. Waking away in her blue and white uniform, it didn't take him a seconds thought to look at her go. Whistling under his breath, he put a smirk on. There was only one person on his mind, but he doubted she even knew he was alive. When he turned back, he saw a kid staring at him. Miroku almost jumped back in surprise.
'Where the hell did he come from?' he thought shakily. The boy had big, brown eyes and looked ruffled up. His voice was monotonous as he said, "You know it's wrong to do that. It's perverted and you'll never catch girls that way."
When Miroku heard that, one thing was brought to his mind- Sango. He could imagine Sango giving him her usual prep talk. Her red lips moving, almost hypnotizing him. Drooling a bit, he was stuck out of his daydream when he heard the boy angrily sigh.
"Ugh! If my sister was here, she'd give you a good whack over the head," Miroku was going to ask if his sister was hot, but he thought the better of it.
"Look kid, sorry if I made you mad, okay," Miroku said, trying to cool down the kid. His question was soon answered as the boy's shoulders relaxed a bit. Offering him as eat, the kid took it.
"So, what's your name?" Miroku asked curiously. He knew he must have been looking really weird, asking some kid who just gave him a lecture what his name was.
"My name is Kohaku," he said absent-mindedly. Miroku hated those uncomfortable, awkward silences, so he brought up a conversation.
"So, where do you live?" The boy only looked down at the floor, a small blush hinting on his face.
"I live somewhere close. Don't you think asking where I live is a bit nosy?" the boy retorted. Miroku was taken-aback. Some attitude this kid had.
'I was just asking an innocent question, but he made it like I was going to his house and murdering his family1' Miroku thought, highly confused. Shaking his head, he heard the tedious voice of the waitress. Her ponytail bobbing in the air, she placed the metal tray down and placed Miroku's hot cocoa to him. Miroku looked at Kohaku's hungry glance at Miroku's hot cocoa and ordered another cup. Kohaku looked up.
"Aren't you going to get full drinking two cups of cocoa?" Kohaku asked, curiosity dripping off his tongue. Miroku chuckled and answered back, "Yes, I would be. Too bad it's yours."
Kohaku protested, but Miroku had made up his mind. A few minutes later, the hot cocoa arrived and both boys were happily sipping at their cup, while conversation after conversation bounced back and forth between the two. Miroku was happy to see a smile replace the grim frown that was once there. The whole time Miroku had asked questions while Kohaku answered them. Every few times Kohaku would ask Miroku something as well. It was almost eleven when Kohaku stood up.
"I better go. My sister is probably home steaming," He grinned and headed out. Miroku stood up as well and followed suit. Saying one last goodbye, Kohaku ran off in another direction.
'Where to go now?" Miroku asked himself. Crossing the street, he headed back home. *~
Sango opened her eyes to see blurs and misplaced shapes. She closed her eyes again and blinked a few times. Soon, she could tell the shapes apart. Two deep, black eyes were looking back at her.
"M-Miroku?" Sango tried to sit up, but Miroku protested against it.
"You shouldn't stand up, you're still a bit rumpled up. Sango, too weak to argue, lain back down and soon fell asleep again. *~
Sango looked out the window of the guest bedroom. From here, you could see the lights erupting form city. She smiled as she enjoyed the peaceful, beautiful sight. She could see Miroku's figure behind her. Looking behind, Miroku sat down next to her.
'Hey, you okay?" Miroku asked. It was weird how Sango wasn't kicking his ass for being this close. Sango just gave him a cute smile, which made his heart melt. Turning back to the beautiful scene, she just whispered happily, "It must be nice looking out at this everyday."
Miroku agreed happily, but looked at the distraught expression on his crush's face.
"Must be nice to see this all the time. To have a nice family that loves you so much," Miroku was confused. The way Sango talked about her family, it seemed impossible to be this sad.
'Maybe she doesn't-' Miroku shook these thoughts away. Sango wouldn't lie about something like that. He turned away as soon as he saw a tear trickle down her cheek.
'She-she's crying?' Miroku closed his eyes furiously. He swiveled around and opened his eyes as brown eyes looked back. She was crying with deep emotion. Miroku could feel his heart beating faster than ever. Sango closed her eyes; bringing fresh tears to the soft, maroon pillows. Miroku brushed away her tears. He was about to move his fingers away when Sango held on to them. Clutching at Miroku's fingers she leaned forward. Sniffles could be heard as they drew even more closer. They were just inches apart. Soon, there was only a centimeter between them when Miroku pulled away as Sango gasped and opened her eyes wide. Pushing him away as a reflex, she stood up.
"S-sorry," they both said in union, believing the other to have not responded at all. Sango left in a hurry, careful to take her coach off Miroku's office chair. She ran down the flight of stairs and bolted out the door. Miroku looked at the door wordlessly, unable to comprehend what had happened. He touched his kissless lips and sighed. She would have a fit tomorrow, no doubt about it. ~*~
A/N- so sorry I didn't update for a while. I had some homework, then some procrastination, and then some laziness. So I'm really sorry. But after this chapter, don't try to see if I updated cuz I probably won't until I have written up three chapters. Promise to come back to you with that.
- Gothicmadcow
Disclaimer- please don't sue me for I have no rights whatsoever for copying Inuyasha even if my life depended on it. So I do not own Inuyasha.
~Chapter 6- Downhill~
Kagome walked home soberly. After walking past stores, parks, and houses, she finally came upon her average old house. Slamming the door open, Kagome shakily walked out of the kitchen, past the living room, and up the stairs. The door to her mother's room slowly opened. Her mother, who was still wearing the old ripped nightgown, was rubbing her temples. She shot Kagome an annoyed look.
"Kagome, will you please not shut the door so loudly?" her mother angrily spat at her. Kagome stood in her mother's presence with her arms lazily crossed. She didn't answer back, which made her mom even angrier. Taking her fingers away from her temples, she put her hands on her hips.
"Kagome Higarashi, I asked you a question. You better watch out or-" Kagome's mom stopped in mid-sentence as she watched her daughter's outburst.
"Or what, huh? What, you're not going to feed anymore, like you ever do! All you do is mope around feeling sorry for yourself, practically oblivious to what's happening around you! I hate you! I hate you so much that I feel like throwing up every time I see the site of you!" Kagome spat back. Her mother was at first taken aback. Never in her life did anyone every say this to her, let alone her own daughter. Kagome gasped and rushed past her mother, who was still dumbstruck. Kagome ran past the creaking doors, running away from her mother. Finally at the front of her room, she swung it open and got in. Shutting and locking the door, Kagome went on top of her bed. Crawling to her pillows, she scrunched herself up into a ball and cried out everything inside. It felt like hours until Kagome started to sniff. Wiping away another running tear, she swore to herself. 'Damn that Inuyasha! I hate him so much. How dare he go around saying that stuff! Does he even have a heart!' Kagome thought furiously to herself. Once again, she began comparing Inuyasha to Sesshoumaru and how she was still in disbelief to how they were related, half-brother or not. Staring around at her white walls that were decorated with posters that had intrigued her all these years. Swiping a tissue box from the bedside table, Kagome took a clean, white tissue from it. Blowing and wiping her nose with it, she tried to shoot the tissue in the garbage perfectly, but to no such luck.
Burying herself deeper into the bed, she began to ponder. 'Maybe Inuyasha didn't really mean it all like I thought he did- wait a minute! Why am I trying to defend him?' Kagome, in hopes to take her thoughts away from Inuyasha, thought about that stupid plan that had made this whole nightmare occur. Looking at the trashcan, she began to think the plan became just like that tissue- dirtied and lying at the bottom of a trashcan. Kagome turned to the other side so that she was facing the window, away from the trashcan. Looking out at the cherry blossoms as they drifted away, Kagome was thinking of herself as a cherry blossom as well, a cherry blossom that was just floating out into the world. Lowering her gaze, Kagome could feel hot tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She wished that she could just stop crying, but unfortunately couldn't. To stop herself from crying, she began to think about Sango trying to catch up with her after the mess in the cafeteria. *~
"Kagome! Wait up!" Sango shouted from behind Kagome. Kagome, having a little patience still inside of her, stopped. Sango took a breather until she straightened up. Her cheeks were flushed from the running.
"Kagome, what Inuyasha said was entirely mean, and I have problems of my own with guys, let's say a certain pervert, but he had no right to say that at all," Sango huffed. Kagome eyed Sango, hate and tears were evident in her eyes. Sango was near tears; she hated it when Kagome was like this. It seemed like eternity as they stood on the busy sidewalk, just staring at each other, for fear if any sound surpassed their lips, everything might fall apart. Kagome's face darkened before she gave Sango a weak smile. Smiling back, Sango straightened up and helped Kagome home. The whole time both girls were laughing and trying to make bright of the already rotten day, Kagome still had a rotten mood. Which, of course, lead to the whole scene where she had fought with her mother by using hateful words.
'No! They weren't mean words; they were true words! She has never cared about anyone but herself! She's just a selfish witch.' Kagome tried to keep thinking that, but her mother's grief-stricken face kept hovering in her head like a never ceasing rain cloud. Kagome wiped a tear from dripping and snuggled even more into her comforter. *~
Sango looked at the far wall of the glass wall, where a yellow painted M and many posters decorated it. Suddenly, she heard a cough and the same smooth, calm voice.
"Hello Sango! I never knew you worked here?" Miroku said with a cheerful smile, obviously trying to burn the hatchet that had grown between the four teenagers in the cafeteria. Sango blushed slightly. Of all the people to see her here in a McDonalds restaurant, it had to be him. Sango, fully aware of the pinkish hint tracing across her face lowered her head a bit and muttered, "What would you like to order, sir"
Sango could have kicked herself in the butt for that. 'Sir? Sir? Did I just call him sir? I have been spending too much time at restaurants.'
"Um, I'll have a cheeseburger, some fries, and a coke," Miroku said, oblivious to the whole sir part. Sango was thinking that maybe he hadn't had heard the sir part since she had muttered it, but she had muttered everything else in the same tone and he had heard her still. 'Maybe he's pretending that he didn't, but why? After the way I had treated him before, he should be announcing to the world what I had said. So, why id he hiding that sir part?' Sango pondered.
"Ahem, Sango? Could you please tell me what I have to pay?" Miroku said, to Sango's surprise, in a shy voice. Quickly pulling way from her trance, she muttered his total. Miroku reached in his pocket for his wallet and handed her some dollar bills. With an unnoticed glance, Miroku walked to a table. Although, Sango kept watching him as he found a table and sat down. She couldn't help it she was utterly transfixed. She heard someone clear their throat when she remembered that a line of customers were still there. She quickly asked the next man's order, but secretly taking a peek at Miroku every few minutes. She couldn't help but look at him. After the last three people, Sango was able to go on her break. She didn't care for the fast food here, so she unloaded the contents from inside the brown paper bag. She didn't even see it coming. One moment she was concentrating on her baloney sandwich when her eyes wandered to where Miroku sat, absently eating his fries and drinking his coke.
Then he suddenly looked her way. Upon reflexes, she quickly took a bite from her sandwich and tried to concentrate on something else besides that black haired, perfect smile Miroku. Although, when their eyes had met, Sango had felt a sort of spark inside her. She felt like she had to go over there and try to start all over with him, although, as nervousness would have it, she could bring herself to do just that. After avoiding all eye contact, Miroku stood up and threw away his garbage. Miroku walked rather slowly past Sango. After giving a final unnoticed glance her way, he left through the exit door. Sango nibbled at her sandwich through her lunch break. After deciding to make the sandwich dinner for Kohaku, she stuffed all the contents that she had unloaded and returned the contents into the paper bag. She returned to her spot in front of the register and began taking the orders once again. *~
Sango trudged home solemnly. Sango knew that the McDonald's job was supposed to be only for the summer, but she needed that money soon! Although, she knew she could never pay for an apartment. She needed a parent's signature to rent one. What could she do? Sighing miserably, she ducked underneath the metal flap and walked cautiously through the piles of garbage.
Once she was inside her little 'home', she took out the sandwich she had been keeping and set out their dinner. It was getting late by the hour and Kohaku still wasn't home.
"If that kid is still out playing with his friends, I'll have his head!" She stood up and, anger consuming her worried mind, she went out into the smelly, garbage aroma. She didn't stop walking until she had went under the other metal flap that lead out of the garbage dump. The night was cold and freezing. As she sighed, mist evaporated in front of her. The cold wasn't really bothering her, so she trekked on.
It took a few blocks for the cold to get to her. Hugging her coat harder around herself, she turned a corner. Bad idea. Out of nowhere. Two thugs came out form the darkness of the alleyway and approached her.
"Hey there little girl. Don't you think it's bad to be out here by yourself?" One of the thugs, who was wearing a red bandanna cooed. The guy next to him chuckled while they approached her. Sango bit on her lip, ever more afraid as they were a few feet away now. Trying to catch her breath, she used all of her strength to punch the guy with the red bandanna. The guy next to him shouted a string of curses at her as he approached her. She ducked right when his fist was going to collide with her. Sucking in a shaky breath, she kicked at his legs, which brought him down as well. Sango stood up and was going to run when a hand grabbed at her arm, preventing her from doing so. Soon, more shapes appeared from the darkness and began to surround her.
She screamed in fear, but a hand roughly went over her mouth. She kicked and punched until her captor let go and staggered off. Screaming was futile as a bunch of people jumped on her. She tried to fight them off, but they soon had her arm twisted from behind her and pairs of hands holding her back. Kicks flew to her stomach, making her wheeze for breath as hands played carefully at her body. She closed her eyes and tried to fight back, but every time she would be back in the same position. She cried out and tried to push them off, but that made them even more aggressive. She could feel her consciousness leave her, but she struggled against it. It felt like two battles were being played upon her. One was trying to fight back these goons; the other was fighting to remain conscious. She saw a black blur amongst the black figures. Finally unable to hold on, she fell limp to her captors hold. *~
Miroku walked around, aimlessly trying to indulge himself in something, anything! Rounding a corner, he looked into a restaurant and went inside. Sitting down in one of the booths, he looked at the menu.
'Nothing interesting,' he thought. 'Might as well just order some hot cocoa.'
A waiter arrived earlier than he expected and took his order. Waking away in her blue and white uniform, it didn't take him a seconds thought to look at her go. Whistling under his breath, he put a smirk on. There was only one person on his mind, but he doubted she even knew he was alive. When he turned back, he saw a kid staring at him. Miroku almost jumped back in surprise.
'Where the hell did he come from?' he thought shakily. The boy had big, brown eyes and looked ruffled up. His voice was monotonous as he said, "You know it's wrong to do that. It's perverted and you'll never catch girls that way."
When Miroku heard that, one thing was brought to his mind- Sango. He could imagine Sango giving him her usual prep talk. Her red lips moving, almost hypnotizing him. Drooling a bit, he was stuck out of his daydream when he heard the boy angrily sigh.
"Ugh! If my sister was here, she'd give you a good whack over the head," Miroku was going to ask if his sister was hot, but he thought the better of it.
"Look kid, sorry if I made you mad, okay," Miroku said, trying to cool down the kid. His question was soon answered as the boy's shoulders relaxed a bit. Offering him as eat, the kid took it.
"So, what's your name?" Miroku asked curiously. He knew he must have been looking really weird, asking some kid who just gave him a lecture what his name was.
"My name is Kohaku," he said absent-mindedly. Miroku hated those uncomfortable, awkward silences, so he brought up a conversation.
"So, where do you live?" The boy only looked down at the floor, a small blush hinting on his face.
"I live somewhere close. Don't you think asking where I live is a bit nosy?" the boy retorted. Miroku was taken-aback. Some attitude this kid had.
'I was just asking an innocent question, but he made it like I was going to his house and murdering his family1' Miroku thought, highly confused. Shaking his head, he heard the tedious voice of the waitress. Her ponytail bobbing in the air, she placed the metal tray down and placed Miroku's hot cocoa to him. Miroku looked at Kohaku's hungry glance at Miroku's hot cocoa and ordered another cup. Kohaku looked up.
"Aren't you going to get full drinking two cups of cocoa?" Kohaku asked, curiosity dripping off his tongue. Miroku chuckled and answered back, "Yes, I would be. Too bad it's yours."
Kohaku protested, but Miroku had made up his mind. A few minutes later, the hot cocoa arrived and both boys were happily sipping at their cup, while conversation after conversation bounced back and forth between the two. Miroku was happy to see a smile replace the grim frown that was once there. The whole time Miroku had asked questions while Kohaku answered them. Every few times Kohaku would ask Miroku something as well. It was almost eleven when Kohaku stood up.
"I better go. My sister is probably home steaming," He grinned and headed out. Miroku stood up as well and followed suit. Saying one last goodbye, Kohaku ran off in another direction.
'Where to go now?" Miroku asked himself. Crossing the street, he headed back home. *~
Sango opened her eyes to see blurs and misplaced shapes. She closed her eyes again and blinked a few times. Soon, she could tell the shapes apart. Two deep, black eyes were looking back at her.
"M-Miroku?" Sango tried to sit up, but Miroku protested against it.
"You shouldn't stand up, you're still a bit rumpled up. Sango, too weak to argue, lain back down and soon fell asleep again. *~
Sango looked out the window of the guest bedroom. From here, you could see the lights erupting form city. She smiled as she enjoyed the peaceful, beautiful sight. She could see Miroku's figure behind her. Looking behind, Miroku sat down next to her.
'Hey, you okay?" Miroku asked. It was weird how Sango wasn't kicking his ass for being this close. Sango just gave him a cute smile, which made his heart melt. Turning back to the beautiful scene, she just whispered happily, "It must be nice looking out at this everyday."
Miroku agreed happily, but looked at the distraught expression on his crush's face.
"Must be nice to see this all the time. To have a nice family that loves you so much," Miroku was confused. The way Sango talked about her family, it seemed impossible to be this sad.
'Maybe she doesn't-' Miroku shook these thoughts away. Sango wouldn't lie about something like that. He turned away as soon as he saw a tear trickle down her cheek.
'She-she's crying?' Miroku closed his eyes furiously. He swiveled around and opened his eyes as brown eyes looked back. She was crying with deep emotion. Miroku could feel his heart beating faster than ever. Sango closed her eyes; bringing fresh tears to the soft, maroon pillows. Miroku brushed away her tears. He was about to move his fingers away when Sango held on to them. Clutching at Miroku's fingers she leaned forward. Sniffles could be heard as they drew even more closer. They were just inches apart. Soon, there was only a centimeter between them when Miroku pulled away as Sango gasped and opened her eyes wide. Pushing him away as a reflex, she stood up.
"S-sorry," they both said in union, believing the other to have not responded at all. Sango left in a hurry, careful to take her coach off Miroku's office chair. She ran down the flight of stairs and bolted out the door. Miroku looked at the door wordlessly, unable to comprehend what had happened. He touched his kissless lips and sighed. She would have a fit tomorrow, no doubt about it. ~*~
A/N- so sorry I didn't update for a while. I had some homework, then some procrastination, and then some laziness. So I'm really sorry. But after this chapter, don't try to see if I updated cuz I probably won't until I have written up three chapters. Promise to come back to you with that.
- Gothicmadcow
