Disclaimer: No, sorry, there is NO Miroku hiding in my closet! I tell you, you have the wrong crazed fan! …Try Aamalie, a little birdie told me she was hiding him behind her back! …thief. Jk!
A/N Important!: First off, let me say that I THOROUGHLY apologize for the last chapter. I just read it and realized that is was horrible and shallow…in my opinion, anyways. It'll get more interesting, no worries!
Second, I have a MAJOR bone to pick ! All the smiley faces and action asterisks don't show! Ridafridarudacrat! Meh!
Third, I'm so sorry for the long wait! Gomen Nessai! Eep! -Dodges katanas, eggs, and silly putty from angry readers- I can explain! …Well, actually…no, I can't I'm just being lazy, so sorr-AHAHAH! -Dodges again-
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Hellokitty-sayhello: lol! Fun name! Thanks, and yeah, you're right it is scary to think of him as her boyfriend, but hey, I've seen Naraku as Inuyasha's boyfriend! –shudders- now that's somethin' to creep you out! Thanks for reading!
Artemis347: Yup, Sango's in trouble! …When exactly did Miroku find evidence against Naraku? o.0 Oh we can stare at Fluffy-kun for all of eternity, but then this story would never get up-dated. (not that it does that often, anyway… . ) Thanks for reading!
Last timeMiroku closed his eyes again and took deep breath. "We need to get her out of there. She's not safe."
"Well, where would you suggest she stay?" Inuyasha asked skeptically.
Miroku's head cocked to this side with a peculiar and mischievous look in his eye…
Chapter VI: Renée And CindyI'm here all the timeI won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away Oh gosh I shouldn't feel this way -MB20"NO! Utterly not! There is absolutely positively no way I will! Just…just NO!" Miroku flinched as the last "No!" echoed in the tiny, gloomy office. He brushed back his playfully wild black bangs and took one step closer to a very unnerved, raven haired, young lady. She immediately took a step away from him. Miroku would circle the desk trying to get closer to his client and she would step the exact distance away from him to keep him directly on the opposite side of the desk. They had been doing this little dance around Miroku's writing table for the last few minutes. In all honesty he was getting a little dizzy.
"Look, there really isn't any other way and…" Miroku stepped closer again just as the girl stepped away.
"And nothing," Sango finished for him, "There is nothing you can say or do to make me! I WON'T!"
Well this was just going swell, wasn't it?! Miroku took a calming breath and tried another approach. "My dear it really won't be as bad as you think so…" he was cut off again.
"No, it'll be worse than I think!" She huffed. As an afterthought, she added, "And I'm not your dear."
The boy had to restrain himself from grinding his teeth together in frustration. "Fine, not my dear, unless you can think of a better option, we really have no choice."
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT LIVING WITH YOU!" She hollered exasperatedly. Collapsing into Miroku's squeaky chair behind the desk, Sango buried her head in her arms. She felt like crying. Her lawyer had just waltzed in announcing that Naraku had been spotted in Tokyo. An involuntary shiver went down her spine at the memory. 'That evil, terrifying, framing, lying, black-hearted, abusive, sadistic m-murderer,' she seethed in her head. Her eyes were beginning to sting with the hint of tears and her heart clenched with pain. Quickly blinking away her tears she raised her head to study her lawyer.
He had been quite thrilled to inform that the prison was not very well guarded and would be an open invitation to break into for anyone that wished to try. Namely, Naraku. At first she had been skeptical that he would even care she was there. After all, he got the revenge he wanted for their breakup; she was behind bars. But Miroku had insisted that Naraku new all too well that someone was bound to believe that she was innocent, and he would want to "finish her off as well" as Miroku had put it, to make sure his tushy stayed out of jail.
So if she couldn't stay in jail, where could she stay? Miroku had been all too happy to answer that too. "Mi casa es su casa" he had said with a mischievous glint in his violet eyes. He claimed that it was orders from the Tokyo Police Station for her to stay within the city limits and since she didn't have any family or friends who could take her in, he was the obvious alternative.
Oh, but she would not stay with him! She couldn't! He expected her to live with a man she had met, what, twice before? Yeah right! That lecherous lawyer had another thing coming!
The said lawyer with another thing coming was looking down at her rather pitifully. As much as she hated to, she had to admit that he looked adorable with his black bangs falling over those amethyst, puppy eyes. Snapping her out of her thoughts,
Miroku started to speak.
"Come on, Ms. Hiraikotsu, I don't bite…well, I don't bite most of the time," he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
The girl gave him a deadpan look. "You are a disgusting pig."
Miroku shrugged lightly. "Only sometimes. Really, I promise on my goldfish that I will behave myself. Staying in my apartment is the safest thing you could do right now," he finished, looking at her pleadingly.
"Living with a pervert is safe? I'm going to need two heavily armed navy guards! I think I'd rather take my chances here with Naraku. I am not staying with you and that's final!"
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"I can't believe I'm staying with you!" Sango grumbled handing her three-ton suitcase to Miroku who stuffed it into the trunk of his silver convertible with more than a little trouble. The humongous parking lot of the prison was completely empty save for them and a couple of other cars, most likely belonging to the janitors and guards.
"Oh- come on- I'm- not that-bad!" he panted having successfully completed the impossible task of shutting the overstuffed trunk.
Sango crossed her arms and leaned back on the convertible. "Your license plate says LUV ME."
The boy in front of her scratched the back of his head sheepishly, leaning on the trunk with his other hand. "Yeah, well…that came with the car."
Sango gave him a look that said she clearly wasn't buying it. He fidgeted uncomfortably under her gaze for a few seconds, but then shrugged it off and headed for the passenger's side of his car.
"After you, my fair lady," he grinned opening the car door. Sango rolled her eyes as she got in, but a tiny smile threatened to tug on her lips despite herself.
Miroku shut the door and jogged to the other side to get in. The day was young and the sun was shining warmly on the world. The young man turned the key in the ignition, starting the car, and headed for the highway.
Sango leaned back uneasily into the leather interior and fidgeted with her seatbelt. "I'm, uh, I'm surprised they let me out so easily, Kagura and Fay will wonder where I am," she said, trying to start a conversation to break the awkward silence that had settled between them.
Miroku shot her a quick glance before diverting his eyes back to the road. "Well, I had to get a warrant from the police department or else they never would have let you go. And who are Kagura and Fay?"
"Oh, just a couple of girls I met in the prison. They say they're innocent, too," Sango watched him nod slightly and was a little astonished that he wasn't surprised to hear of other innocent convicts.
"I arranged for the guards to tell whom ever asks that you are not feeling well and will stay in the medical wing for a while."
Now it was Sango's turn to nod. She asked another question that had been bothering her for a while. "How long do you think I'm going to have to stay with you?" she wanted to say 'how long do you think I'm going to have to put up with this torture?'
"Until Naraku is caught," Seeing her perplexed expression he added, "and your guess is as good as mine at how long that will take. Actually, your guess is better than mine, since you've known him longer."
"…Oh," Sango was unsure of what else to say. She decided to let the silence settle again and laid her head on her hands resting on the side of the convertible. The wind played wildly with her hair. She closed her eyes and let the sunlight swim across her face, sighing contently. 'This is nice.' She thought to herself.
"Nice, isn't it?" Glancing at her, Miroku asked as if reading her thoughts.
"Yeah it is." The girl answered without opening her eyes. "Are we almost there?" She didn't really care; she could have let the breeze play with her hair forever. It seemed as if it had been a lifetime since she last was outside among the rest of the world.
"No, it's going to be a little while, I live across the city." Miroku reached down to turn on the radio.
"HEAD STRONG, I'LL TAKE YOU ON! HEAD-"
The radio blasted on full volume, snapping Sango out of her pure bliss.
"AAAAhhh!" cried Miroku as he fumbled to turn it off, slightly shaking.
After finally succeeding, he glimpsed at Sango, who was starring at him wide-eyed. "I'm sorry," He apologized sheepishly, "I forgot the how high volume was turned on."
"What were you doing with it on so loud?" The terrified girl asked, still panting.
"Oh, um… Inuyasha, a friend of mine, and I were cruising downtown last weekend and…maybe had a little too much to drink," he said guiltily.
"So that's what you do? You go barhopping, get drunk, and go for joyrides on the weekends?" Sango asked accusingly. This was not the lifestyle she was used to and if her lawyer thought he could drag her into it, he had another thing coming.
"I live by the philosophy that life is a lot shorter than anyone presumes and you should suck as much fun out of it as you can." He said, his violet eyes sparkling. "If one was to constantly follow the rules and live by the book, one would go insane."
Sango frowned slightly across the car at him, "I beg to differ. If one follows the rules, one is safe and-"
"Bored," Miroku finished for her, eyes still on the road. "One would be safe and bored to tears! One shouldn't take life too seriously, after all, no one is getting out alive."
Sango had to smile a little at that. "True, but one is safer to live by the rules."
Miroku grinned, "Well, whoever 'One' is, I'm sure he's sick of us telling him how to live his life."
The girl beside him laughed and nodded in agreement. They were silent for a few moments before Sango once again. "So, what's your apartment like?" she inquired.
"It's on the fifth floor and has one bedroom, two bathrooms, a living room a kitchen, and a balcony over looking a pond. The usual. …I just hope it suitable for a lady of your stature and beauty." He said glimpsing at her again.
Said lady of stature and beauty rolled her eyes. "Can it, henti."
"Oh, Ms. Haraikotsu, you wound me with your sharp words!" he feigned injury and put a hand over his heart for dramatic input.
"I'm dreadfully sorry! Can you ever forgive me? I am not worthy to be in your presence!" Sango gushed just as dramatically, clasping her hands together and looking at the boy next to her pleadingly.
"I am not sure if my heart will be able to forgive an act of such intolerable cruelty. The scar your words made was far too deep. Perhaps a kiss could help it heal?" He asked all out grinning, but still looking ahead as to not crash the car and kill them both.
Sango shoved him in the shoulder lightly but couldn't help smiling. "You are such a drama queen."
Miroku raised his eyebrow playfully, "Does that make you a drama princess?"
"If you say so, your majesty." Sango joked.
Her last comment went unnoticed by Miroku as he swerved his silver convertible to the right to pull into a parking lot in front of a large and majestic stone and brick building. He parked the car and turned his most charming grin on Sango. "Here we are, welcome to your new home," he said waving a hand at the building.
Sango got out and walked around the car to fully face the grand structure, eyes as wide as saucers and mouth hanging open slightly. "This is where you live?" she asked in disbelief.
Miroku got out as well and stood beside her. "Yup, home sweet home!" Sango turned her baffled expression on him and he had to suppress a chuckle at her look.
"You can afford to live here?"
"Of course I can," Miroku said, smiling. "I'm a lawyer, a court appointed one…but still a lawyer."
'I should have known by his car.' thought Sango returning her eyes to the apartment complex to gaze at it in awe. It stretched up approximately twelve stories with a wide stone staircase leading up to a fountain and the revolving doors at the front entrance. There were pots and vases of flowers all around the building and a small stone path to the right, leading to the gates of a garden. To the left was a small forest that stretched behind the building and around the pond in the back. This was a surprisingly quiet and peaceful corner of Tokyo to be so close to downtown. Looking around, the astonished girl couldn't see any other building for a quite a ways. There was just the parking lot attached to a small road leading out to the highway.
"Come on," Miroku said, snapping her out of her dazed state, "Let me show you inside."
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Miroku gave Sango an extensive tour of the building, showing her the garden overflowing with common and exotic flowers, the forest with a small creek running through it near the entrance, the den where all of the senior residents played poker and bingo on Thursday nights, the indoor pool, the lobby, the out-of-order vending machine, Mrs. Myraid and six of her eleven cats.
They were now nearing the last stop of their tour, Miroku's apartment on the seventh floor. The key clicked in the lock, and the door swung open revealing one heck of a sight to a floored Sango who was unable to speak or move from her spot in the hall.
"Well, what do ya think?" Miroku beamed proudly stepping in and waving a hand over what was visible from the door: the kitchen and living room.
Sango blinked a few times as if to make sure what she was seeing was real and tried to close her jaw which was dangling somewhere near the floor. The first thing that caught the girl's attention were the light pink, almost petal-pink walls. Bending down to take off her shoes, as not to dirty the floor, she saw that there was no need to because the floor was nowhere in sight to begin with. Her gaze flowed from the space beneath her all the way to the other side of the living room, which ended in sliding doors to the balcony. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't find the floor. All she could see were piles upon piles of scattered laundry, dirty or otherwise, and in the occasional spot there were wrappers, empty pop cans, and crumbs instead of clothes.
"Light pink?" she asked critically, motioning to the walls.
Miroku shifted his weight uncomfortably and went a little pink himself. "I-it's a comfort thing. When my mom was pregnant she thought she was going to have a girl so my parents painted the walls in my room a head of time, so I grew up with pink walls. You know, some people have blankets, I have pink walls."
Sango stifled a giggle, "And I suppose the dirty laundry is a comfort thing, too?" She asked picking up a blue t-shirt between her thumb and index finger, and held it as far away from herself as she could like she was afraid it would come alive and attack her…which really wasn't very far from the truth.
"Oh, sorry about that, I guess I'm a little cleanliness challenged…" he said shoving some socks away with his feet.
"The understatement of the millennium," Sango muttered under her breath. She turned to the right to look at the kitchen and bit her lip suppress a shriek that threatened to escape her throat. This was NOT sanitary.
The island counter had newspapers, dirty dishes and some unidentifiable objects on it, the sink was overflowing with dishes, and the floor had some…odd looking stains on it.
Sango took a few cautious steps over to the fridge and looked inside. "Egg rolls, ramen, ketchup, Pepsi, and…a sock," she said, depositing the offending stocking on the floor, shutting the fridge, and turning to Miroku standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "How can you stand to live like this? It's disgusting!"
Miroku shrugged and leaned on the doorframe. "I'm used to it."
"I'm sure." Said the girl as she went to open the cupboard. "Let's see, we have tea, chocolate, more ramen, M&Ms, Frosted Flakes, and hot chocolate mix." She turned to him still hanging on to the cupboard doors. "We're going to have to do some serious shopping."
The boy groaned, "I hate shopping."
"Unless you want to cook, we have no choice." She said.
Miroku walked passed her and motioned to a glass casserole bowl on the counter. "I can cook! See? Want some lasagna?"
Sango wrinkled her nose. "It's…green. What kind of seasoning did you use?"
Miroku brought together his eyebrows in confusion. "Seasoning? I didn't use any seasoning."
"Uh, how-how long has it been sitting here?" Sango asked afraid of the answer.
Miroku shrugged. "About a week."
He young girls eyes shot wide open, "It's been sitting here for a week?! Right above the garbage?!" she shouted picking up the garbage bin under the counter for demonstration, not noticing the wad of bubble gum that she just stuck her hand on. Miroku noticed but decided to keep his mouth shut.
"Well, how am I supposed to know how long lasagna can sit?" he defended.
Sango smacked her hand against her forehead. "Oh my gosh, you need a maid, no, you need a nanny!"
A slow grin spread across his boyishly charming face. "Will the nanny wear a little black dress with an apron like the maid, or will you be doing that?"
Sango smacked his arm and was about to storm out of the kitchen when some thing caught her eye. "I-is the lasagna…moving towards me?"
Miroku glanced down; "Oh crap!" he shouted and threw the lasagna, glass bowl and all, into the garbage, tied the garbage bag, raced to the door and chucked the bag into the hall, slamming the door behind it. "Well!" he panted running a hand through his hair, "have you met my goldfish?" He walked to a little stand near the wall in the living room with a glass aquarium on top.
"This one," he said, pointing to the bigger one, "is Renée, and the other one is Cindy. They're my babies." He said proudly.
Sango folded her arms. "Renée and Cindy? Did you run out of your own species to grope?"
Miroku stood up from his crouched down position to be on eye level with his 'babies.' "Ha ha, very funny." He said sarcastically.
Sango glanced through the sliding doors to notice that it was dark outside. "Didn't you say you only have one bedroom?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah, I do." Miroku said.
"So where do I sleep, then?" Sango inquired.
"On the bed, of course."
"Oh no, I couldn't kick you out of your bed!" the girl protested.
"You're a guest and a lady and it is my pleasure as a gentleman to let you have the bed." Miroku gushed.
"No, that's ok, really."
"I insist."
"No!"
"…We could share the bed."
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"I'll take the bed." Sango said sternly. "Where are you going to sleep then?"
"On the couch," Miroku informed her.
"So…where is it?" The girl asked looking around.
"Oh," Miroku waltzed over to an unusually large pile of clothes and pushed the heap on the floor. "Right here!" he said, revealing a beige couch where the laundry had once been.
"Of course." Sango said deadpanly.
Miroku walked around her to the small hallway with two doors. "Over here is the bathroom," he said, opening the door on the left, and closing it again. "And over here is the bedroom," he said opening the door and revealing a cozy light pink room with a large blue and green bed. Sango rushed over and flung open the windows to try to let in some fresh air…not that it smelt bad…in fact, it actually smelled kind of nice, like musky mixed in with a light cologne she had noted on Miroku before. She glanced over at him and her cheeks grew slightly warm at the thought. She ducked and peaked under the bed to hide her blush.
"What are you looking for, monsters?" Miroku's voice sounded behind her.
"Killer dust bunnies actually, but no luck," she said, getting up and dusting off her skirt. She pushed a mound of clothes off the bed and onto the floor. "Um, I didn't bring anything to sleep in." She said sheepishly, shuffling her feet.
"Oh here!" Miroku said, a little too eagerly and rushed over to his closet to pull out a long black t-shirt and black shorts.
He handed the clothes to her and grinned, "I'm sorry, I don't have any lingerie."
"I'd be scared if you did." Sango said, "but domo."
"No problem." Miroku said still adorably grinning.
"Ok, well…I guess I'll get ready for bed then," Sango said awkwardly.
"Okay." Miroku said without moving.
"Um, Mr. Kazaana, that means you leave." Sango motioned towards the door.
"Oh right!" Miroku cried and started to back out of the room. "Well, goodnight." he said, shutting the door.
"Goodnight." Sango waited for the door to shut and then reached down to take off her shirt.
"Hey, I forgot my pajamas." Miroku said banging the door open.
"Aaaaaah! Hey!" Sango twirled around to face the intruder, shirt still fully on, thankfully.
"I'm sorry, I'll just be a sec," The boy said, reaching under the pillows to pull out black baggy pajama bottoms and shuffle back out of the room again.
Once the door was shut, Sango waited for a few seconds to make sure he wasn't coming back and started to lift up her shirt again.
"I'm sorry, I need to get my toothbrush." The door bashed open again and Miroku waltzed in.
"You really should learn to knock, ya know that?" Sango said flustered, pushing her shirt back down the couple of inches it had risen. "Why isn't your toothbrush in the bathroom, anyway?"
"Why should it be?" Miroku asked, rummaging through the drawer of his bed stand next to the bed.
"So you don't have to come in here to get it every time you want to brush your teeth?" Sango suggested as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and it probably was.
"Huh. I never thought of that, thanks." Miroku stood up and walked out of the room, blue toothbrush in hand.
Sango shook her head and shut the door behind him. This time she waited a full minute before she once again attempted to change. Attempted being the operative word here.
"What now?!" She shoved her shirt back down and twirled around to face the man, arms crossed.
"Gomen, forgot my pillow." Miroku said, pulling out a white, small pillow from under the covers.
"Here, take this too," Sango insisted, thrusting an extra blanket at him that she had found at the foot of the bed. She was just about to turn around again when the closed door flung open once again. 'Well, why not again?' she thought bitterly as she turned to face him, hands on hips.
"Goodnight, Ms. Haraikotsu." Miroku said smiling, his hand on the doorknob.
Sango's expression softened, and she smiled a bit herself. "Goodnight."
Miroku nodded once slightly awkwardly and shut the door. Sango stood there for a moment smiling softly to herself when the door banged open yet again.
"One more thing…" Miroku started to come in, only to be interrupted by a not-so-happy-guest.
"GOODBYE, MR. KAZAANA!" Sango fumed, pushing him out of the room.
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