Author's Note: I finally finished this chapter. There might be grammatical errors, but I'll get them fixed as soon as I have a beta reader. Does anybody want to be my beta? Heh he. Btw, the spacing's totally messed up. I can't reloading it, but it wouldn't work. ¬.¬
I feel totally ecstatic that Lady Penguin reviewed and is going to put my story on her website. .; I love her stories! Go read them! Now go enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: Ah, the usual dreaded disclaimer, nobody really bothers to read this anyways. But, as you know, I don't own Inuyasha. There, I said it.
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
- Easier to Run, Linkin Park
Inerasable Scars
By Kaiyouu
Part Two: Heal My Wounds
"Who was that Kagome?" He said, although he had a vague idea of who it might have been.
"If that was Kouga, I swear I'll fucking rip him to pieces. He knows that you're mine."
"Calm down Inuyasha. It was only Miroku." She sighed at his possessiveness of her.
"What happened?" He asked, sensing that something important had indeed happened at Miroku's and swatted the nonsense about Kouga away for later.
"It's Kohaku…..Sango-chan is in a deep state of depression." Kagome said sadly. Inuyasha knew exactly what she was talking about. They both knew that this day would come. Kohaku didn't look as well as he did when they visited him a week ago. And now, he's actually gone.
"So, do you want to go over to them right now?" She shook her head in response. "She needs some time by herself and to be with Miroku for awhile." She smiled at him. He could be very understanding at times like these.
"Ah good, you're smiling. I was afraid you were going to break down and start those killer waterworks on me." He smirked at her.
She picked up a pillow from the couch she was previously sitting on and threw it at him. She stuck a tongue at him. "Stupid puppy." She squealed when she was abruptly carried up bridal style. Seconds later, she ended up facing the pink ceiling of her bedroom and a very evil puppy grinning at her.
That was when the tickling marathon had begun. "I-Inuyasha! S-stop it!" She managed to cry out in between laughs. She held her stomach for dear life as her poor abdomen took the pain of the tickle torture. Inuyasha didn't stop, not until she gave up.
"D-don't think I'm going to give up so easily, puppy-dog!" But she had a sudden quick change of mind as his torturous hands wandered to other sensitive places. She laughed harder and choked out a broken down answer. "O-ok! I-I give! I give! Stop it already!" Her breathing came out in heavy pants as her chest fluctuated up and down.
Suddenly, she felt warm lips collide with her own. She responded easily to the passionate kiss. Soon they broke apart from the lack of air, but they were still scantily inches away from each other. "Good to see that my koishi has learned her place." He nudged her nose affectionately.
"Well puppy dog, I don't think I'm through with you yet." She said seductively as he bent down for another breathtaking kiss.
Sango opened her eyes to find herself in her bedroom. Bright rays had crept through the window and lighted everything in the room. She averted her gaze to the soundless digital clock. The digits read that it was a bit over noon. She must have been really tired to oversleep. She rose from the bed as she remembered the events that had happened yesterday.
Kohaku…..
She felt the need to cry again. The wounds to her heart were still fresh and raw. A tear rolled mid way down her cheek. Before the salty tear could go any further, she wiped it away with her finger.
She refused to cry. It was hard not to. But she had to try. Besides, what would the crying do?
After she stretched her arms and legs, she walked to the bathroom to prepare for a long, hot shower.
She stripped herself and went under the shower head. She adjusted the knobs to the right temperature. Warm water sprayed at her body. She squeezed the bottle a little too hard, and a big blob of ivory shampoo came into her palm. She massaged it onto her hair and let it wash away.
Even in the shower, she couldn't rid of the thought of him. Haunting memories of her lost brother started to come back to her. She really didn't want to cry. It made her feel weak and vulnerable. It made her feel pathetic.
She couldn't help it. In the end, she shed her tears once again.
Awhile later after she came out of the steamy bathroom, she found Miroku sitting on the couch all dressed up with a mug of coffee in his hand. He looked at her when he noticed her presence. He smiled. "Care to join me?"
She smiled back. Although Miroku frowned a bit when he noticed that her smile was one of those heart-melting smiles she usually gave him. It was fake. Not to mention, her eyes were red and puffy.
She had been crying again.
Miroku felt remorse and guilt spread through him. How could anyone have to face this much pain? It just wasn't fair. But that was life. Life wasn't fair.
Sango felt herself break down once again. Miroku grabbed a tissue box from the coffee table and sat close to her.
It was hard for Sango, especially when she was like this. It was difficult to get Sango this upset. And if Sango is breaking down like this, then her heart was hurting ten times more than what it looked like.
Miroku hugged her tightly as he whispered comforting words in hopes of consoling her.
The next few days were spent with Miroku staying home with Sango as she cried in her room with Miroku comforting her.
On the day of the funeral, Sango hadn't cried at all. She was still hurting inside, but she didn't show it. Her heart felt like it was drained of blood as she saw his coffin being literally lowered six feet under.
Sango has finally stopped her weeping, but that didn't mean that her sorrow has gone.
On a warm summer morning, the couple was found sitting in the living room. There was a comfortable silence between them. Then she spoke. "You know, you don't have to stay with me. If you don't go to work, your boss will fire you. You didn't go for a week now. Surely, he knows you're not sick. He knows you too well."
Miroku smiled. "I'm one of his best employees. He won't risk firing me. I know him too well." She smiled back.
"Thank you Miroku, for being there for me. It means a lot to me."
"Sango, there's no need to thank me. I love you, and I would do anything just to get you happy again."
"I love you too Miroku." He embraced her in a warm hug. They stayed like that for awhile, and then they broke apart. Sango opened her mouth as if to say something, but then she closed it again.
Then she decided to speak again. "Miroku, it has been awhile since you moved in with me. And we had our separate rooms. I respected you for giving me some space and time. But…." Miroku knew where this was going.
She spoke again after fiddling around with the hem of her shirt, which was rare. Sango never showed her anxiety. A slight blush crept up to her cheeks. "Miroku, can we share a bedroom?"
He smiled at her. He couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked when she blushed. "Of course, Sango. But may I ask why now?"
"I-I don't want to feel alone…..I'm afraid." Miroku felt himself frown a bit. A person like Sango never admits they are afraid. But he knew how fragile she really was, like any other human being.
He decided to put some humor into the tension. "Now that we share a room, my hands can go anywhere they want, ne?" He smirked.
Her eyes widened. She hadn't thought about that……
He chuckled. "We'll talk about that later on. Kagome and Inuyasha are going to come over in a while. You make yourself comfortable while I move my stuff into your room, since you stole the bigger bed and room."
She laughed. "It isn't my fault that this is my apartment before you moved in."
"Hai, hai mistress." He walked to his room to start packing.
She lifted herself up from the couch and walked to the kitchenette. As she got some tea ready, she thought about Kohaku. It wouldn't be too long when she would have to attend his funeral. She couldn't help but flinch at that thought.
Images of Kohaku's lifeless body came back to haunt her mind. She remembered how it started pouring when she ran out of the hospital. It was quite ironic how the weather had reflected her feelings right then. She smiled ruefully.
But she felt better when she remembered that Miroku was with her. He would be there for her. And she knew that.
Whenever she closed her eyes, even for a moment, an image of her love would pop up and invade her mind.
She remembered when she had first met him. She remembered the way he looked when she first laid eyes on him. His violet eyes were always so easy to get lost into. His shoulder-length hair was tied up into a small ponytail.
And his smile. His smile was so hard to forget. His white teeth didn't shine ridiculously like the ones superstars had. It was just white. Whenever he smiled, it made her lift the corners of her own mouth and smile right back.
She had a boyfriend before, at her senior year in high school. But she was still naïve at that time. She had thought she was in love, but found her heart break when she witnessed him passionately kiss a cheerleader.
She couldn't get over that, but her heart mended slowly back into place when she met Kagome Higurashi and her boyfriend, Inuyasha Tashio at Tokyo University. Even though she had her best friend Kagome, her heart felt incomplete.
And that was when Miroku came into her life. She met him in her third year in college. He wouldn't stop trying to get to know her ever since. She tried to make him go away, but he was just as obstinate as her.
She just knew he was one those playboys. Those kinds of men didn't care about a woman's heart. Those men would just treat them like a toy, not caring if they break. And when they do, they would just find a new one to break.
However, he was different. She let him sweep her away with those romantic evenings and make her feel like a woman. She let herself love again. And she had fallen in love with Miroku.
She reminisced one of the times when she had coincidentally found him drunk at a bar. She smiled as she remembered the amusing events that happened there.
Flashback
"Oh my god……Miroku put back your pants on!" Sango cried out loud as Miroku continued singing shamelessly while standing on top of an unoccupied table. Unfortunately, people stopped dancing and stared at the crazy drunken man. Some girls were even hooting for him as guys just laughed their heads off.
Sango couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she saw what Miroku was wearing. On the back of his boxers, it clearly said…"Momma's Boy" in deep bold lettering. But she shook that thought off. This was not a time to be laughing with the crowd. She needed to help Miroku get out of this mess. Fast.
He swung his pants around in a wild-like manner as it landed in a heap nearby. He proceeded to sing mindlessly. After struggling with his weight, she got him off the table as Miroku swayed a bit to this side and that side.
"Hey Sango, why don't you sing with me? It's fun, you should try it."
Miroku started singing again. "We've lost it all! Nothing lasts forever! I'm sorry, I can't be perfect!" Sango winced at the loudness of his voice. Gods, she made a mental note to never let a drunken Miroku sing. Never ever.
She grabbed Miroku's pants from the floor and slung it over her other unoccupied shoulder and dragged him out the door. Fortunately, her car was parked not too far and she somehow managed to drag him in the Porsche convertible.
"S-Sango, y-you know, you look beautiful tonight." Sango couldn't help but blush. She shook her head again. He says comments like this all the time, so why should this time be any different? Oh Gods, she felt like she was in high school all over again.
"You know Sango. I can't seem to get you off my mind lately. I keep thinking about you. But I'm not sure why though." Sango looked at the man who put all his weight on her shoulder. She softened considerably. Did he really mean that?
All of a sudden, a familiar feeling rested on her backside.
All thoughts about an honest Miroku flew out the window. But then again, he was, after all, drunk. She resisted the temptation to slap him. But, when her eyes found the drunkard again, he was snoring lightly. Sango's face lightened. Maybe, this would be the one chance where he could get away with the grope, just this once.
As she finished hauling Miroku in the car, she wiped off sweat on her brow. He would get his own car back tomorrow. But boy, he was going to get a one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning. And god, thank goodness, he stopped singing!
End Flashback
She heard the buzzer ring and went to answer it. She punched the intercom as a feminine voice spoke from it. She quickly recognized the worried voice and let them in.
When she did, she felt someone nearly tackle her with a bear hug. "Sango-chan! Oh it's so good to see you! I was so worried, maybe I should've come visit sooner."
"Kagome-chan, I'm fine. And- oh, hey Inuyasha." Inuyasha did a small wave but grunted when he felt someone's elbow jam into his stomach.
"Oi! What'd you have to go and do that for? I did nothing wrong!" Inuyasha glared at Kagome.
"You could've at least say something other than your small hand motions. They're hardly noticeable."
Sango smiled. They haven't changed a bit. They still had their arguing habits. But that made them both seem more like a couple.
"You two want to come in?" Kagome blushed and dragged Inuyasha in with her.
Sango led them to a table set near the kitchenette where a tray of tea and cups lay before them. They sat down and Sango poured them each a cup of green tea.
Neither touched their hot tea. Kagome cut right down to the chase. "Alright Sango-chan, how about we go for a trip to the mall today? Besides I haven't been to the mall for quite a while from the work that's been holding me back."
Kagome didn't give time for Sango to answer as she grabbed her arm and went to her room to change. But, along the way, they bumped into Miroku.
"Ah Kagome, how have you've been?" She responded happily as she pushed Sango into her room to change. Inuyasha came into view behind Kagome as he greeted Miroku in his usual way.
As soon as Sango came out Kagome grabbed her arm. "See you later Inuyasha, Miroku! Don't worry about me stealing your car Inuyasha, we're taking Sango's car. We'll be back for dinner!"
There was a thud signaling their departure.
Inuyasha slapped a hand to his face. "Oh God, I don't think I'll ever understand Kagome. During the whole car ride, she snapped at me telling me to shut my big mouth in case I say anything wrong. Then she yells at me for being so quiet. And now she's in one of her super-happy moods." He shook his head in disbelief.
Miroku chuckled then slapped a hand to his friend's back. "My man, you have a lot to learn about women."
"I won't have to. She's the one woman in my life."
Author's Note: Well, how was that? I was writing some scenes in here over and over again because I thought it didn't fit. Glad that I can get this chapter out. The next chapter won't come out til a bit later on. You're probably wondering what 'a bit' means. I have all the Regents and exit exams coming up. Review! Oh yeah, by the way, don't forget to review! .