Originally this fic was going to be a song fic, with songs by Meredith Brooks. Her song Nobody's Home was my inspiration, but I decided not to have the songs. Well, not her songs anyways. If you think I'm off on some things please give your opinion. It's greatly appreciated. I love to be corrected. So don't be shy. I hope you enjoy this and that you will review.
~*~Spinning Petals~*~
Chapter One: Everything New
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Sango drove her car in yet another circle. The student parking lot was becoming less and less of an option, and now, her patience was starting to wear thin. So much for the claim having a large campus and parking facilities.
She slammed on her brakes as a group of men ran out in front of her car. They were tossing a football between each other, oblivious to traffic. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as one of the men waved to her in apology.
He brushed his black bangs out of his face, revealing indigo blue eyes. He chased after his friends who had continued their game, but were now arguing with a white haired man who had thrown the ball into a tree. Sango followed the dark haired man with her eyes and felt a light blush heat her cheeks. She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair unconsciously.
Sango reminded herself of what her last relationship was like, nothing but physical and mental pain. She continued her search for a vacant parking spot, reminding herself to keep her eyes peeled for flying footballs.
~~~
Sango finally pulled her car into a free spot. She felt even more lucky that it was right in front of her dorm/apartment. She turned off the ignition and got out of the car. She grabbed her purse and her large suitcase and locked the doors to her car, starting her trek up the two flights of stairs.
As she arrived in front of her door, she dropped her suitcase and sat on the doorstep. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her keys. She placed it in the lock and heard a satisfying click. She entered the apartment-like dorm, pushing her baggage into the room. She took a glance around.
Couch. Coffee table. Entertainment unit, complete with a DVD player, 32" television, karaoke system, Playstation 2, Game Cube, and surround sound. DVD rack. Several DVDs and video games. A small kitchen in the other room. Nothing too interesting.
Sango collapsed on the couch. Real leather. Not bad. She noticed a letter on the coffee table. She picked it up seeing her name on the envelope.
Dear Sango,
Sorry I can't be there to show you around, but I'll be home around three. Your room is the third door on the left, opposite of the kitchen. If you leave before I get home, remember to lock the door. Drinks are in the refrigerator if you get thirsty. Pizza is for dinner tonight, and that'll be around at seven. I hope you don't mind Hawaiian. A few of my friends will be coming over at six to meet you. Also, the school forgot to tell you that you would be sharing this dorm with two people. The other person is Inuyasha. He's quite all right, just stay out of his way is all. I can't wait to meet you!
Yours truly,
Miroku
Sango laid the letter back on the table and hauled her luggage to the room she supposed was hers. She heaved the suitcase onto the bed then started to unpack.
~~~
Sango closed a drawer to the once empty but now full dresser and returned to her suitcase. She glanced at what still remained in her bag. No wonder it had been so heavy. Now that her clothes had been cleared away, the majority of the luggage appeared to be little nick knacks of sorts. Her friends and family had laden her with gifts and articles of endearment. She had to take it all with her. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and shook her head. It was filled with nothing but beer, soda, and some questionable looking milk. She snatched a Sprite and closed the door, making a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. She returned to her room, popping the top of the soda.
Sango sat on her bed and dumped the contents of her purse, looking for something to snack on. Her mind wandered to her mysterious roommates. Especially the one who had written the letter. Were they a guy or a girl?
It was hard to decide. The lack of nutritious food in the kitchen and the very nice entertainment unit were dead give aways. But then...that letter was not something she'd expect a guy to write and Sango had never seen a cleaner dorm. It was vexing to her considering that she did not want to share a dorm with a guy again. Two would be a problem.
She gave up on her search for some food and started to place picture frames and figurines on the dresser. Her hand halted as she came across a figurine of Copellia. She cupped the glass dancer in her hands. This was from him.
~~~
The couple walked down the street to Akuyo's car. Sango was smiling and quietly hummed the music from the ballet.
"That was so beautiful Akuyo!" she sighed, wrapping her arms around one of his. "I can't believe you went with me. Thank you." She smiled up at him.
The auburn-haired man frowned, "Do you doubt that I'd do things for you Sango?" he asked as he removed his arm from hers.
Sango stopped as her face paled. She grabbed the front of his jacket, "Please Akuyo! I really enjoyed it! I didn't mean it that way! Please don't do this." Her knees were giving out on her so that she was practically kneeling on the ground.
She hated this. Always having to watch what she said. She could fight him back, but she was too drained right now. He knew just when and how to wear her down so that when she couldn't fight, she was at his mercy.
Akuyo clenched her wrists as she released a pained gasp. Tears formed in her eyes.
"Please don't Akuyo." She whispered, hating that she was at his will. She cringed on the snowy ground as he released her, pulling something out of his pocket. He tossed the parcel at her feet. Sango looked up at him with puzzlement through tear glazed eyes.
"Open it." He instructed. She jumped up and hugged him as she shoved the wrappers into her coat pocket.
"It's lovely." She said, her fingers tightening around a small glass figurine of Copellia. But she hadn't been talking about the small statue. She was relieved that he had kept his temper. Yet she knew he hadn't stopped as they climbed into his car. Would she live like this forever?
~~~
Sango growled in frustration. Thanks to Akuyo, her whole world had fallen apart. She tossed the figurine at the door, forgetting it was open.
"Woah! I'm your roommate, I won't hurt you!" she heard a startled voice call out. Sango looked up seeing a man duck his head as the glass dancer whizzed over his head.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said leaping off her bed to make sure he was okay, "I was just...hey." She said, narrowing her eyes as they met indigo blue, "You're the guy from the parking lot."
"Nice to meet you too. You must be Sango. I'm Miroku." He introduced as he held out his hand. Sango hesitated. "I won't bite." He added as he noticed her apprehension. Had his reputation been told to his new roommate already?
"I didn't think you would." She stated shaking his hand firmly.
Miroku leaned against the door frame and smiled, "Want to watch a movie with my friends and I? You could meet some people and I could show you around campus if you'd like."
"Uh, sure. Are they the same people you mentioned in your letter?" she asked as she tossed her now empty suitcase under the bed. Sango noticed Miroku pick something off the floor.
"I know someone who could fix this." He offered as he handed her the broken dancer.
She shrugged then dropped the figurine and it's pieces into the trashcan.
"It was a gift from someone who is better left roasting in hell on a spit." She explained casually.
Miroku cocked an eyebrow in question, then motioned to the living room. Sango followed as they left her room.
'New friends. New Place. A guy who's too sure of himself. I'm gonna have to work twice as hard to keep up my hate of guys.' She thought as she followed Miroku.
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That's chapter one! What do you think? The next chapter is going to be about what happened in Sango's previous relationship and how she got where she is now. Stay tuned! And don't forget to review!
~*~Spinning Petals~*~
Chapter One: Everything New
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sango drove her car in yet another circle. The student parking lot was becoming less and less of an option, and now, her patience was starting to wear thin. So much for the claim having a large campus and parking facilities.
She slammed on her brakes as a group of men ran out in front of her car. They were tossing a football between each other, oblivious to traffic. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as one of the men waved to her in apology.
He brushed his black bangs out of his face, revealing indigo blue eyes. He chased after his friends who had continued their game, but were now arguing with a white haired man who had thrown the ball into a tree. Sango followed the dark haired man with her eyes and felt a light blush heat her cheeks. She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair unconsciously.
Sango reminded herself of what her last relationship was like, nothing but physical and mental pain. She continued her search for a vacant parking spot, reminding herself to keep her eyes peeled for flying footballs.
~~~
Sango finally pulled her car into a free spot. She felt even more lucky that it was right in front of her dorm/apartment. She turned off the ignition and got out of the car. She grabbed her purse and her large suitcase and locked the doors to her car, starting her trek up the two flights of stairs.
As she arrived in front of her door, she dropped her suitcase and sat on the doorstep. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her keys. She placed it in the lock and heard a satisfying click. She entered the apartment-like dorm, pushing her baggage into the room. She took a glance around.
Couch. Coffee table. Entertainment unit, complete with a DVD player, 32" television, karaoke system, Playstation 2, Game Cube, and surround sound. DVD rack. Several DVDs and video games. A small kitchen in the other room. Nothing too interesting.
Sango collapsed on the couch. Real leather. Not bad. She noticed a letter on the coffee table. She picked it up seeing her name on the envelope.
Dear Sango,
Sorry I can't be there to show you around, but I'll be home around three. Your room is the third door on the left, opposite of the kitchen. If you leave before I get home, remember to lock the door. Drinks are in the refrigerator if you get thirsty. Pizza is for dinner tonight, and that'll be around at seven. I hope you don't mind Hawaiian. A few of my friends will be coming over at six to meet you. Also, the school forgot to tell you that you would be sharing this dorm with two people. The other person is Inuyasha. He's quite all right, just stay out of his way is all. I can't wait to meet you!
Yours truly,
Miroku
Sango laid the letter back on the table and hauled her luggage to the room she supposed was hers. She heaved the suitcase onto the bed then started to unpack.
~~~
Sango closed a drawer to the once empty but now full dresser and returned to her suitcase. She glanced at what still remained in her bag. No wonder it had been so heavy. Now that her clothes had been cleared away, the majority of the luggage appeared to be little nick knacks of sorts. Her friends and family had laden her with gifts and articles of endearment. She had to take it all with her. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and shook her head. It was filled with nothing but beer, soda, and some questionable looking milk. She snatched a Sprite and closed the door, making a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. She returned to her room, popping the top of the soda.
Sango sat on her bed and dumped the contents of her purse, looking for something to snack on. Her mind wandered to her mysterious roommates. Especially the one who had written the letter. Were they a guy or a girl?
It was hard to decide. The lack of nutritious food in the kitchen and the very nice entertainment unit were dead give aways. But then...that letter was not something she'd expect a guy to write and Sango had never seen a cleaner dorm. It was vexing to her considering that she did not want to share a dorm with a guy again. Two would be a problem.
She gave up on her search for some food and started to place picture frames and figurines on the dresser. Her hand halted as she came across a figurine of Copellia. She cupped the glass dancer in her hands. This was from him.
~~~
The couple walked down the street to Akuyo's car. Sango was smiling and quietly hummed the music from the ballet.
"That was so beautiful Akuyo!" she sighed, wrapping her arms around one of his. "I can't believe you went with me. Thank you." She smiled up at him.
The auburn-haired man frowned, "Do you doubt that I'd do things for you Sango?" he asked as he removed his arm from hers.
Sango stopped as her face paled. She grabbed the front of his jacket, "Please Akuyo! I really enjoyed it! I didn't mean it that way! Please don't do this." Her knees were giving out on her so that she was practically kneeling on the ground.
She hated this. Always having to watch what she said. She could fight him back, but she was too drained right now. He knew just when and how to wear her down so that when she couldn't fight, she was at his mercy.
Akuyo clenched her wrists as she released a pained gasp. Tears formed in her eyes.
"Please don't Akuyo." She whispered, hating that she was at his will. She cringed on the snowy ground as he released her, pulling something out of his pocket. He tossed the parcel at her feet. Sango looked up at him with puzzlement through tear glazed eyes.
"Open it." He instructed. She jumped up and hugged him as she shoved the wrappers into her coat pocket.
"It's lovely." She said, her fingers tightening around a small glass figurine of Copellia. But she hadn't been talking about the small statue. She was relieved that he had kept his temper. Yet she knew he hadn't stopped as they climbed into his car. Would she live like this forever?
~~~
Sango growled in frustration. Thanks to Akuyo, her whole world had fallen apart. She tossed the figurine at the door, forgetting it was open.
"Woah! I'm your roommate, I won't hurt you!" she heard a startled voice call out. Sango looked up seeing a man duck his head as the glass dancer whizzed over his head.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she said leaping off her bed to make sure he was okay, "I was just...hey." She said, narrowing her eyes as they met indigo blue, "You're the guy from the parking lot."
"Nice to meet you too. You must be Sango. I'm Miroku." He introduced as he held out his hand. Sango hesitated. "I won't bite." He added as he noticed her apprehension. Had his reputation been told to his new roommate already?
"I didn't think you would." She stated shaking his hand firmly.
Miroku leaned against the door frame and smiled, "Want to watch a movie with my friends and I? You could meet some people and I could show you around campus if you'd like."
"Uh, sure. Are they the same people you mentioned in your letter?" she asked as she tossed her now empty suitcase under the bed. Sango noticed Miroku pick something off the floor.
"I know someone who could fix this." He offered as he handed her the broken dancer.
She shrugged then dropped the figurine and it's pieces into the trashcan.
"It was a gift from someone who is better left roasting in hell on a spit." She explained casually.
Miroku cocked an eyebrow in question, then motioned to the living room. Sango followed as they left her room.
'New friends. New Place. A guy who's too sure of himself. I'm gonna have to work twice as hard to keep up my hate of guys.' She thought as she followed Miroku.
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That's chapter one! What do you think? The next chapter is going to be about what happened in Sango's previous relationship and how she got where she is now. Stay tuned! And don't forget to review!