Chapter 2 Amendments
"You always have to push it...don't you houshi-sama?" Hatchi asked exasperatedly, his head tilted forward as he bashed it against the dashboard. Making it creak. Miroku growled, "Don't wreck the truck over it okay?" he snapped, keeping his eyes on the road.
"BUT WHY?" Hatchi asked again. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GRAB HER LIKE THAT?" He cried, before hitting his head once again. Miroku sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening a little. "Jesus Hatchi. I wanted to see if she would respond to me or not..." He muttered. Hatchi's mouth fell open.
"YOU DID THAT FOR A SIMPLE.... IEXPERIMENT? /I" he said incredulous. Miroku looked at his companion for a moment. Before returning his gaze to the road, running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe...I don't know Hatchi. I'm tired. I've had a hard day at the studio." He sighed.
Hatchi simply shook his head at his friend. Before looking down at the wrapped up chicken and fries. "Can we at least stop and eat then?" He asked hopefully. Miroku sighed. They had only driven a few blocks, and already Hatchi was hungry. Sighing, Miroku pulled over the S.U.V. on the curb. Pulling out the saved food, they feasted.
~`~
Sango was still somewhat surprised over the money. When had he slipped it into her pocket? She wondered. There was no doubt that it had been that 'Miroku' nobody else had any opportunity. And she realized that she had been so caught up about being stuck in his arms, he could have cut her hair without her noticing.
Sighing she continued to walk. Even with the wad of twenties he had given her, she might be able to feed Kohaku a little more the usual. But she needed to get another job.
Already she was managing to hold down several. Her schedule was busy, different every day. She depended on her ability to do so. Because she needed the money to provide for her younger brother. She didn't want to get into any trouble with the Child and Family Services or something.
She looked longingly in the window of a small bakery. Walking in, she spent a little sparing money on buying a few doughnuts. But she seemed to have taken a while. But maybe it was just her luck. O'tooles law sure was right. Murphy was one helluvan optimist. Because when she stepped out. It had started to rain.
It didn't take long before Sango's clothes were sticking to her body. Her thin ratty jacket provided no protection, and soon her entire body was soaked, puckered with goose pimples all over.
She staggered by a dark blue S.U.V. Wishing that she herself owned one. She tried to keep walking. But she was so tired. She just felt like falling down onto the soaking cement and fall asleep right there.
~`~
When it began to rain, Miroku only sighed. "What weather." He hissed before taking another fry and popping it into his mouth. Turning on the radio he flipped it to a good station. Sighing as he leaned back, closing his eyes. It was past midnight, He didn't feel like driving across town. They had already been on the road for quite some time. Making the tour from Seattle, back to New York had been hard on both of them.
He had wanted to get out of the goddamn rain. But it still followed him from Seattle.
Looking out the window as the background music played, he noticed someone stumbling by the window, a small paper bag in a shaking fist. The person seemed to be going slow, and was slowing down quickly. Miroku shook his head. Nobody deserved to be caught out in the rain like that.
Flipping the handle of the door, he stepped out of the vehicle before Hatchi could protest, his white t-shirt soaked after he had taken about two steps towards the figure.
"Hey! D'ya want a ride or something?" He called after the woman.
She turned around. And Miroku nearly gasped out in surprise.
"Sango?" he said, recalling the name of her tag.
~`~
Sango could have fainted with pleasure when offered a ride, anything to get out of the freezing cold rain. However, when she turned around, her heart sank. That bastard again?
"Are you following me or something?" She snapped, before turning wearily around again, stumbling onwards. She did not even take note of where she was going.
He /I following her. She realized when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She wanted to melt into him. She would not! He turned her to face him. She only looked up at him through weary eyes. "What do you want?" She asked exhausted. "I'm cold, I'm tired, and I want to go home. Can't you leave me alone?" She asked, her voice taking on some sort of whine that made Miroku wince.
"Really. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you want a ride?" He asked, before waving his arm out, indicating the weather. "It's not the best time to be walking." He commented. She couldn't help but smile. "Come on." He muttered, putting his arm around her as he steered her towards the truck that she had walked by. He was still warm, even in the cold rain. She couldn't help but lean against him. He felt so good.
Knocking on the passenger door, Hatchi opened it a crack. "Get out Hatchi. You drive." Miroku ordered. Hatchi nodded, opening the door while he flipped over the bucket seat and took the drivers seat.
"You're soaked...and you brought a woman..." Hatchi commented with raised eyebrows as Miroku pulled Sango up off the ground and onto his lap, closing the door.
"The girl from the restaurant? Are you trying to kill her or something?" Hatchi wondered bewildered. Miroku rolled his eyes, before looking at his freezing wet bundle.
"Are you going to be okay?" He whispered to her, she nodded, before falling against his chest. Totally tired out. "Now I am." she whispered, before melting into his comforting grip.
~`~
IGet a grip Sango. She told herself, HE'S holding you. HE is that same bastard...but how the hell did he turn so nice all of a sudden? I She wondered. Starting at her own thoughts as she pulled herself from his warmth.
"Where do you live?" Miroku was asking her. She looked up at him, and felt his fingers brushing away her wet bangs from her eyes. She pushed his hands away, angry with herself for letting him touch her. Even more angry that she liked it.
She rattled off an address. And Hatchi shifted the gears, beginning to drive. She had no idea how long the had been waiting. "Here." Miroku said, handing her one of the left over chicken fingers. She looked at him, narrowing her eyes.
"No thank you." She said, pushing it away, trying to push him away. Although it was rather hard, seeing as he had placed her strategically on his lap. It was illegal to sit like that in a car. But he didn't seem to care.
"It's not poisoned." He informed her, allowing her to distance herself from him. Although he wanted to just scoop her up and hold her tight against him. She was so beautiful.
Sango simply frowned, crossing her arms. "I'm not hungry." She muttered, even though her stomach was aching. The doughnuts tucked into her jacket pocket calling to be eaten. Although she quite firmly told herself that they were for Kohaku.
Miroku only raised an eyebrow. Watching the woman sitting on his knee with interest. "Don' tell me you were going to walk all the way back. It's a rather long walk..." He commented, cocking an eyebrow.
Sango shrugged. She didn't want sympathy. She just wanted to get home. Even though it was nothing more then a falling apart warehouse, with neighbors who were on drugs. And how many other things of that nature going on.
"I do what I must." She said simply turning to look out the passenger window. She felt a little more comfortable then she would have ever thought possible with this man. He had been the one that she had hated so much, the one who she had wanted to strangle, and now she was sitting on his lap. Rather stiffly. It was so strange it made her shiver.
"You cold?" He asked her, her lips were a slight shade of blue. She shook her head no. He only sighed.
"Look. I know we got off on a bad start..." Both Sango and Hatchi snorted loudly at that, Miroku only sighed and continued. "But please, I'm trying to help. If you're cold, you should say so, and I can do something about it." He finished, watching her.
She looked at him, before crossing her arms closer, hugging herself. "Okay then...I'm cold." She muttered, Miroku only nodded. Turning up the heater a little, he pulled a jacket from the back seat. Putting his arms around her he pulled her into his chest, she stiffened, but he only held her closer, waiting patiently until she yielded to him. Cursing him under her breath.
Miroku only sighed once more, draping the jacket around them both as he hugged her into him. "Relax will you. Your not going to warm up if your so fucking stiff." He told her with a little bit of irritation in his voice. Sango stiffened even more, staring at his shoulder as if it was going to bite her, until very slowly, she softened into his grip.
The houshi only smiled. Hatchi taking a quick glimpse at them. Rolling his eyes at the look on the monk's face. "You warming up?" Miroku asked her. She nodded, relaxing, if her body would allow it any more. He wasn't going to hurt her...He wasn't going to hurt her. She told herself over and over. She didn't have to worry.
Perhaps it wasn't him 'hurting her' that she was so goddamn worried about.
Somehow, they stayed like that for the rest of the short trip.
"You always have to push it...don't you houshi-sama?" Hatchi asked exasperatedly, his head tilted forward as he bashed it against the dashboard. Making it creak. Miroku growled, "Don't wreck the truck over it okay?" he snapped, keeping his eyes on the road.
"BUT WHY?" Hatchi asked again. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GRAB HER LIKE THAT?" He cried, before hitting his head once again. Miroku sighed, his grip on the wheel tightening a little. "Jesus Hatchi. I wanted to see if she would respond to me or not..." He muttered. Hatchi's mouth fell open.
"YOU DID THAT FOR A SIMPLE.... IEXPERIMENT? /I" he said incredulous. Miroku looked at his companion for a moment. Before returning his gaze to the road, running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe...I don't know Hatchi. I'm tired. I've had a hard day at the studio." He sighed.
Hatchi simply shook his head at his friend. Before looking down at the wrapped up chicken and fries. "Can we at least stop and eat then?" He asked hopefully. Miroku sighed. They had only driven a few blocks, and already Hatchi was hungry. Sighing, Miroku pulled over the S.U.V. on the curb. Pulling out the saved food, they feasted.
~`~
Sango was still somewhat surprised over the money. When had he slipped it into her pocket? She wondered. There was no doubt that it had been that 'Miroku' nobody else had any opportunity. And she realized that she had been so caught up about being stuck in his arms, he could have cut her hair without her noticing.
Sighing she continued to walk. Even with the wad of twenties he had given her, she might be able to feed Kohaku a little more the usual. But she needed to get another job.
Already she was managing to hold down several. Her schedule was busy, different every day. She depended on her ability to do so. Because she needed the money to provide for her younger brother. She didn't want to get into any trouble with the Child and Family Services or something.
She looked longingly in the window of a small bakery. Walking in, she spent a little sparing money on buying a few doughnuts. But she seemed to have taken a while. But maybe it was just her luck. O'tooles law sure was right. Murphy was one helluvan optimist. Because when she stepped out. It had started to rain.
It didn't take long before Sango's clothes were sticking to her body. Her thin ratty jacket provided no protection, and soon her entire body was soaked, puckered with goose pimples all over.
She staggered by a dark blue S.U.V. Wishing that she herself owned one. She tried to keep walking. But she was so tired. She just felt like falling down onto the soaking cement and fall asleep right there.
~`~
When it began to rain, Miroku only sighed. "What weather." He hissed before taking another fry and popping it into his mouth. Turning on the radio he flipped it to a good station. Sighing as he leaned back, closing his eyes. It was past midnight, He didn't feel like driving across town. They had already been on the road for quite some time. Making the tour from Seattle, back to New York had been hard on both of them.
He had wanted to get out of the goddamn rain. But it still followed him from Seattle.
Looking out the window as the background music played, he noticed someone stumbling by the window, a small paper bag in a shaking fist. The person seemed to be going slow, and was slowing down quickly. Miroku shook his head. Nobody deserved to be caught out in the rain like that.
Flipping the handle of the door, he stepped out of the vehicle before Hatchi could protest, his white t-shirt soaked after he had taken about two steps towards the figure.
"Hey! D'ya want a ride or something?" He called after the woman.
She turned around. And Miroku nearly gasped out in surprise.
"Sango?" he said, recalling the name of her tag.
~`~
Sango could have fainted with pleasure when offered a ride, anything to get out of the freezing cold rain. However, when she turned around, her heart sank. That bastard again?
"Are you following me or something?" She snapped, before turning wearily around again, stumbling onwards. She did not even take note of where she was going.
He /I following her. She realized when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She wanted to melt into him. She would not! He turned her to face him. She only looked up at him through weary eyes. "What do you want?" She asked exhausted. "I'm cold, I'm tired, and I want to go home. Can't you leave me alone?" She asked, her voice taking on some sort of whine that made Miroku wince.
"Really. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you want a ride?" He asked, before waving his arm out, indicating the weather. "It's not the best time to be walking." He commented. She couldn't help but smile. "Come on." He muttered, putting his arm around her as he steered her towards the truck that she had walked by. He was still warm, even in the cold rain. She couldn't help but lean against him. He felt so good.
Knocking on the passenger door, Hatchi opened it a crack. "Get out Hatchi. You drive." Miroku ordered. Hatchi nodded, opening the door while he flipped over the bucket seat and took the drivers seat.
"You're soaked...and you brought a woman..." Hatchi commented with raised eyebrows as Miroku pulled Sango up off the ground and onto his lap, closing the door.
"The girl from the restaurant? Are you trying to kill her or something?" Hatchi wondered bewildered. Miroku rolled his eyes, before looking at his freezing wet bundle.
"Are you going to be okay?" He whispered to her, she nodded, before falling against his chest. Totally tired out. "Now I am." she whispered, before melting into his comforting grip.
~`~
IGet a grip Sango. She told herself, HE'S holding you. HE is that same bastard...but how the hell did he turn so nice all of a sudden? I She wondered. Starting at her own thoughts as she pulled herself from his warmth.
"Where do you live?" Miroku was asking her. She looked up at him, and felt his fingers brushing away her wet bangs from her eyes. She pushed his hands away, angry with herself for letting him touch her. Even more angry that she liked it.
She rattled off an address. And Hatchi shifted the gears, beginning to drive. She had no idea how long the had been waiting. "Here." Miroku said, handing her one of the left over chicken fingers. She looked at him, narrowing her eyes.
"No thank you." She said, pushing it away, trying to push him away. Although it was rather hard, seeing as he had placed her strategically on his lap. It was illegal to sit like that in a car. But he didn't seem to care.
"It's not poisoned." He informed her, allowing her to distance herself from him. Although he wanted to just scoop her up and hold her tight against him. She was so beautiful.
Sango simply frowned, crossing her arms. "I'm not hungry." She muttered, even though her stomach was aching. The doughnuts tucked into her jacket pocket calling to be eaten. Although she quite firmly told herself that they were for Kohaku.
Miroku only raised an eyebrow. Watching the woman sitting on his knee with interest. "Don' tell me you were going to walk all the way back. It's a rather long walk..." He commented, cocking an eyebrow.
Sango shrugged. She didn't want sympathy. She just wanted to get home. Even though it was nothing more then a falling apart warehouse, with neighbors who were on drugs. And how many other things of that nature going on.
"I do what I must." She said simply turning to look out the passenger window. She felt a little more comfortable then she would have ever thought possible with this man. He had been the one that she had hated so much, the one who she had wanted to strangle, and now she was sitting on his lap. Rather stiffly. It was so strange it made her shiver.
"You cold?" He asked her, her lips were a slight shade of blue. She shook her head no. He only sighed.
"Look. I know we got off on a bad start..." Both Sango and Hatchi snorted loudly at that, Miroku only sighed and continued. "But please, I'm trying to help. If you're cold, you should say so, and I can do something about it." He finished, watching her.
She looked at him, before crossing her arms closer, hugging herself. "Okay then...I'm cold." She muttered, Miroku only nodded. Turning up the heater a little, he pulled a jacket from the back seat. Putting his arms around her he pulled her into his chest, she stiffened, but he only held her closer, waiting patiently until she yielded to him. Cursing him under her breath.
Miroku only sighed once more, draping the jacket around them both as he hugged her into him. "Relax will you. Your not going to warm up if your so fucking stiff." He told her with a little bit of irritation in his voice. Sango stiffened even more, staring at his shoulder as if it was going to bite her, until very slowly, she softened into his grip.
The houshi only smiled. Hatchi taking a quick glimpse at them. Rolling his eyes at the look on the monk's face. "You warming up?" Miroku asked her. She nodded, relaxing, if her body would allow it any more. He wasn't going to hurt her...He wasn't going to hurt her. She told herself over and over. She didn't have to worry.
Perhaps it wasn't him 'hurting her' that she was so goddamn worried about.
Somehow, they stayed like that for the rest of the short trip.