Pain and Pleasure
Disclaimer: I don't own any InuYasha characters! But I wish I owned Miroku... ::pout::
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Warning: Violence, mild language. (This chapter contains very mild lime)
A/n: A few people were saying that it's okay for me to post the lime/lemon part in chapter 3 because my story's rated R... I don't want to take the chance of having this fic taken off of because of some "over explicit content" or something, because I've had that happen in the past...
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After giving InuYasha some lame "We ate bad hotdogs" excuse, Miroku drove Sango home and followed her to her door.
"So," Miroku smirked as she opened the door.
"What?" Sango turned the key and stopped to look at him.
He smirked and hugged her around the waist from behind. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he growled playfully in her ear.
"Yeah, if you let me go and let me open the door," she rolled her eyes and waited for him to release her. She opened the door and walked in, throwing her bag down and turning on a light.
Miroku followed her in quickly before she changed her mind.
"Toushi?!" Sango cried, shocked to find her boyfriend standing in the living room.
His emotionless eyes stared at her, the only thing moving on him was his chest as he breathed. He stood with his hands behind his back and his head angled down slightly so his dark brown hair hung over his dark eyes.
"What are y-you doing here?" Sango took a step back and walked into Miroku. She shook with fear.
"Is this the guy that hurts you?" Miroku asked, his once innocent eyes filled with rage.
"Who is he?" Toushi tilted his head up, glaring at Sango.
"J-just a friend," she lied, knowing he wouldn't believe her.
"You lying bitch," he hissed. He took his hands out from behind is back to reveal that he was clutching a 18 inch lead pipe. "I knew you were cheating on me, it was just a matter of catching you in the act."
Without warning Toushi lunged at Sango, swinging the thick weapon he held in his hand.
Sango screamed and tried to move back, but bumped into Miroku. Toushi swung the pipe like a baseball bat and landed the blow on Sango's skull. A sickening noise was heard and Sango fell over.
"Sango!" Miroku caught her and eased her to the ground. Toushi then swung the pipe at Miroku, but Miroku ducked and tackled Toushi to the ground. "You bastard!" he yelled, punching the young man in the jaw. Miroku grabbed Toushi's right hand, which was still holding the pipe, and slammed it against a nearby table, forcing Toushi to let go of the weapon.
Miroku grabbed the pipe and threw it to the side. Miroku returned to beating Toushi. "How do you like it?!" he growled, pounding the defenseless young man.
Toushi tried desperately to cover his face from Miroku's fists. He finally realized just how much pain, ache, and sorrow he brought Sango. "I'm sorry!" he yelled, he wanted Sango to hear him but she was passed out on the floor.
Miroku stopped and looked at the bruised man beneath him. "If you're truly sorry, you'll leave. And you won't ever come back to see her. Only time can heal the wounds she has," Miroku had turned to look at her on the floor. Miroku got off of Toushi and went and opened the door.
"Go," Miroku instructed.
"Right... Will you, uh, tell me when she's okay? Because I love her, I really do..." Toushi licked his lips nervously; he flinched at the taste of blood.
"You don't love her!" Miroku yelled. He pointed to Sango on the floor, "Look at what you've done to her! What'd she ever do to you? She only loved you and you whacked her over the head with a lead pipe! Yeah, that's true love," he scoffed sarcastically.
Toushi glanced at the ground and left without another word.
Miroku went over to Sango and touched the side of her head gently. It wasn't that bad, but she was bleeding pretty profusely. He called an ambulance and she was rushed to the hospital.
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Miroku had been waiting in the hospital for hours.
The waiting room smelled like a typical hospital. It was making Miroku sick. That peroxide-ish clean smell that hospitals have. The white walls and floor were so pale, so mocking. So many people have died here, suffered and cried. Hearts have been broken and hearts have stopped beating. And yet, the scent, the walls, the floor showed none of that, as if they weren't affected by the fact that a hospital could double as a funeral home.
Miroku suddenly felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Sango's muddy gravestone placed in the center of the taunting white tiles. Over her grave stood Toushi, covered in blood with a pipe in his hands. He started beating the gravestone. Chopping and hacking away at the stone. Toushi stopped and turned to Miroku and the perfect white room went black. "Excuse me," Toushi's voice was kind.
Miroku's eyes blinked open as a nurse stood over him, "Excuse me? Sir?" He had fallen asleep.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Mm?" He yawned and looked at the nurse.
"Sir, Sango is asking for you," the nurse explained.
Miroku jumped up and ran past the nurse. He stopped suddenly and laughed nervously. "Where's her room?"
"This way, sir," the nurse lead him to her room.
She was in a hospital bed. She was wearing one of those hospital coats with the funny patterns and shows your butt. There was a bandage wrapped around her head, an IV was in her arm.
"Hey, you," Miroku smiled softly.
The nurse grabbed Miroku's shirt and whispered in his ear, "She's on a lot of medication so she may act funny." The nurse left the two alone.
Miroku stood by the door looking at her. He suddenly felt responsible for her. If he hadn't gone to her apartment then maybe Toushi wouldn't have attacked her, maybe... Miroku winced at his headache.
Sango was looking over at him, smiling sweetly. "Come here," she instructed.
He walked over slowly and stood at the side of her bed. "I'm so sorry," he sighed.
"Don't be, I'm glad," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently.
"So, how you feeling?" he glanced at the bandage.
"Better now that you're here," she whispered.
"That's probably the medication talking," he smiled and laughed.
"Hey, have you ever had sex in a hospital bed?" she giggled and gave him a seductive look.
"God, I hope that's not the medication talking," he leaned over to her and kissed her forehead.
Sango grabbed his face before he could pull away. She pulled him to her for a heated kiss. Miroku got lost in the kiss and his hands went to her breasts immediately.
"Sango," he mumbled against her lips.
"Sango?" she blinked. "I am the walrus, koo koo kachoo!" she giggled.
He sighed, "Damn medication."
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," Miroku called.
Kagome walked in and was followed by InuYasha. She had a bouquet of flowers with a balloon that read "Get Well Soon!".
"Hey, guys," Miroku smiled. He had called them earlier and told them the basics of what happened.
"Is she okay?" Kagome went to Sango's bedside after setting the flowers on a table.
Sango was pretending to be asleep so her friends would leave her and Miroku alone.
"Yeah, she's just fine," Miroku nodded.
"What happened?" InuYasha tried not to sound worried about Sango, but he was.
"It's a long story... I don't really feel like talking about it right now," Miroku sighed.
"Well, I guess we should be leaving then. We just wanted to make sure she was okay," Kagome looked to Sango one last time before leaving with InuYasha.
"Annoying friends," Sango grumbled.
Miroku laughed, "They wanted to make sure you were okay."
She shrugged and beckoned Miroku over to her. "Where were we?" she cooed.
Miroku lifted an eyebrow, "You were telling me you were the walrus."
"Oh, yeah!" she cheered happily. "I'm a hungry walrus," she pouted. "Need jell-o."
"I'll be right back, then," he turned to go and get her jell-o.
"Where're you going?!" Sango whined.
"To get you food," he blinked.
"Watch," she smirked and pressed a few buttons by her bed.
Moments later a nurse came in, with jell-o.
"Yummy!" Sango cried, squirming happily.
"Don't eat too much, now," the nurse warned, handing her the tray, a spoon, and a napkin.
"Yes-ah," she nodded.
The nurse left.
"Vroom!" she threw the spoon at Miroku.
He caught it, "What are you doing? Don't you need your spoon to--"
Sango had her face buried in the bowl of green jell-o and was slurping it childishly.
"I need some of that medication," Miroku stared wide-eyed at Sango.
"All done," she pulled her face from the empty bowl covered in bits and pieces of jell-o.
Miroku walked over to her and set the spoon on the table. "You're a mess," he arched an eyebrow at her.
"Clean me!" she grabbed the napkin and stuck it down the front of her hospital gown.
"Uh," he blinked, unsure of what to do.
"I said clean me!" she yelled.
"Y-yes, of course," he smiled. He leaned over to her and licked the jello gently off her face.
She giggled, "Tickles!"
"Does it?" he smiled and continued, despite the fact there was no jello left.
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"Yes, sir, she'll be all ready to return home in about a week," the doctor informed Miroku.
"Okay, thank you," Miroku said before turning and leaving the hospital. "I've got some work to do," Miroku mumbled to himself as he got in his car.
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A/n: Hope you liked this one, sorry there wasn't more Lime/Lemon ::nervous laugh:: Chapter 5 will be up as soon as I get it done, which may be a while (SORRY!) because I've been in a writing slump... ::pout:: And not to mention I have about 3 other stories I really need to get updated, I'm in school so homeowrk's a pain, and my computer at home is wasted so I can't type (NO FAIR! –sobs-) Well anyway... you'll have to be patient ::grin::
And thanks for all of you who requested the lime/lemon version of Ch 3, I like the fact that people really like my fic! n.n; And, the offer is still open, feel free to email me and get the unedited ch 3! Remember: my new e-mail is iluffcuffz