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Chapter 14 : Clavicle
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Days passed and there was still no communication between our two main parties. Despite their 'friend's discreet yet obvious matchmaking techniques, neither Sango nor Miroku saw fit to contact the other.
Miroku was still a bit in his depression phase. The Shout! article really hadn't helped to lighten the mood either.
Sango hadn't even known about the magazine. All of a sudden, she just received ten new clients, all asking if they could be set up with someone who possessed musical talent. Go figure, only three people were in that query. However did they guess?
After interviewing the raging fan girls (and one fan boy), Sango was exhausted. And of all the people she had met with over the past six days, not one of them had been who she wanted to see. Not that she would ever admit that...
'It's been a week.' She murmured one night, sitting on the couch at home. A jumbo tub of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough occupied the space beside her. Sticking another spoonful of dough in her mouth, she continued to silently seethe.
'I mean, I can understand why he'd be upset... But a week! It's not like he was all that hurt.... Right?'
Who was she kidding? Sticking another spoonful of dough in her mouth, Sango began to debate with herself on why it was she felt like shit. Worst then shit really, if there is such an emotion. Oh yes. Despair. Agony. Angst. Next thing you know, she'll be listening to emo music and contemplating the actions of suicide and/or mass murder. (A/N:......*no comment*) No, something was wrong, but Sango just couldn't place it. It was as if a hole had just been poked in her heart.
No, that wasn't just some cheesy metaphor (if it was a metaphor at all). Her chest did kind of hurt. The idea never even crossed her mind that she may actually get sick from eating all that raw egg. Oh well. On with the internal battle!
(Just because he had a drink or two doesn't mean he couldn't have meant it.) Her mind argued.
'What the hell am I thinking? I haven't known him all that long. I never even cared that he existed until Sesshomaru gave me those tickets. And even then, he was a total jackass when we met.'
(He grabbed your ass and you hit him with a vase. You have to admit, it was fun.)
'Well yeah, it was fun. I've never had a guy grope me before..'
(So you liked it)
'No! No one enjoys being touched by a total stranger. It's degrading.'
(But he's not a total stranger anymore)
'Wow. Five or six meetings over a month. Most of which were for business purposes anyway.'
(But the club wasn't business)
'No, no it wasn't...'
(And that kiss wasn't business.)
'No, that -definitely- wasn't business'
(So you'd be interested in seeing him -outside- of the purpose of business)
'I guess....'
(So you like him?)
'Yeah'
(You -like- him)
'Well of course I like him. I wouldn't waste my time, or brain power, on a being I didn't like. I just don't know which degree the like I feel for him is...'
(Then wouldn't it be good to figure that out before calling Kuranosuke back?)
'Kura... Nosuke?'
Sango slapped her forehead. Kuranosuke had called a day or two ago, asking if she'd like to get together for lunch sometime. She told him that she'd have to get back to him. Kagome and Ayame had been keeping her busy lately, much to her dismay. They just always seemed to pop up out of nowhere. Street corners, cafe's, trash cans - was no place safe anymore?!
Shrugging, Sango decided to end her little internal battle and figured that she'd think about what to do with Kuranosuke later. Her mind (among other things) was more focused on another guy. More specifically, a guy with medium length black hair pulled back into a ponytail, violet eyes, and a charmingly, devilish grin that makes your heart melt and your legs turn to jiggly Jell-O.
Abruptly, Sango's stomach started flittering.
'Must be this damned cookie dough.' She decided, lifting the loaded spoon to her lips. Glancing at the clock, she figured now would be a good time to go to bed. All this thinking was making her really depressed and she really didn't feel like taking prozac. (A/N: Happy pills! My mommy has those!) It was well past midnight, and she had work in the morning. So bidding her comfort food farewell, she crept by Kagome's room and into her own. Eventually, Sango slipped on a pair of pajamas - Elmo, complete with Oscar the Grouch undies - and fell into a fitful sleep. Her last conscious thought was of her and Miroku dancing, his hands making fire on her hips, and the feel of his tongue grazing across her lower lip. She feel asleep smiling.
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"I can do this." Miroku chanted, standing outside Sango's office building. He had the Shout! Article in one hand and a heavy envelope in the other. After a few more minutes of mental preparation, he stepped inside.
"I'm sorry Mr. Houriki, but Ms. Hiraikotsu just left half an hour ago." The secretary smiled. Meimi was her name, and she seemed to always be in a good mood when Miroku stopped by.
"Oh." Miroku sighed. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved. He really didn't want to deal with the tense and awkward face to face confrontation, but on the other hand, he kind of wanted to see her face. She was gorgeous, duh, and a man could get addicted to that kind of beauty. It was like a drug.
"Do you need to set up your next meeting?"
"Ah, no. That's fine. Do you think you could give her this for me though?"
Meimi looked at the envelope critically. "It's not a bomb or anything is it?"
Miroku thought about this for a moment. If Sango suddenly got embarrassed, it sure would act like one. But as much as Miroku would love to see that reaction, it wasn't really desired. "No, it's a lyrical proclamation of my undying love for your boss."
"Oh." She smiled, taking the envelope. "That's all right then. I'll make sure she gets it."
"You do that." Miroku winked, causing her to blush like a school girl. Miroku strolled out of the building, whistling a tune. He was feeling better all ready.
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Just as Miroku made his exit, Sango started back from her lunch with Kuranosuke. She was just turning the corner as Miroku walked out and away from the office.
'Miroku'
Her stomach decided to do that flittery thing again, and she rushed inside.
'Phew' Sango sighed, leaning back against the door. 'What's that music?'
"Ms. Hiraikotsu!" Meimi gasped, throwing off her headphones. "I was just... uh... well... you see..."
Sango looked on confused as the girl desperately tried to think up an excuse. Eventually she gave up, making a quick little bow and pushed the envelope and CD player toward her boss.
"I didn't read the note, I swear! It's just that... you know... He's Miroku Houriki."
Sango rolled her eyes. So what if he was some mega superstar? He was still just a guy.
"So what is it?"
"I'm don't know what's in the note, but there was the CD in there too." Meimi replied, shuffling her feet. She added shyly, "It's really good."
"I'm sure," Sango sighed, taking the objects from the table. "Did he at least set up his next meeting?"
"Uh... no. I didn't think to press it, I thought you found him someone."
"What do you mean?" Sango asked, pushing a few random buttons on the CD player. Her eyes widened when it started to beep.
"Well... that Shout! article."
"The what article?" She asked, pushing more random buttons to shut it off.
Meimi thought about it for a moment and decided maybe it was best for her to find out on her own. Besides, Miroku had left the clipped out article in the envelope for her.
"Never mind."
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Putting her feet up on her desk top, Sango popped the CD into her stereo and took the note out from the envelope. She merely glanced at the picture on the Shout! Article and decided right then and there that perhaps it was better for her to save that for another time.
Sango couldn't help but laugh as the voices of Miroku and undoubtedly Inuyasha came on the CD.
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"Will you hurry up?"
"Chill man, Sesshomaru'll kill me if he knew I took this... You owe me."
"Whatever. Are you ready?"
"Gimmie a minute! What's this for anyway?"
"None of your business!"
"Like hell it ain't my business, it's my recorder!"
"It's Sesshomaru's"
"Same Difference."
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Figuring this would take a while, Sango set on deciphering the note. It was handwritten, of course, and I must say - Miroku's penmanship wasn't all that great. Sango couldn't tell if he was writing in code or... Just couldn't write at all.
Finally finding some pattern to the scribbles, and she could at least begin to figure out its meaning.
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Dear Sango,
Anyway, I guess I'll cut to the point...
I'm sorry I've been avoiding you lately. You can understand why, I'm sure, and you can't be angry because you've been avoiding me too. I can understand why.
But I'm not sorry for kissing you. And although it may have come off that I did it only because I was drunk, that wasn't the reason. In truth, I'd only had two drinks before our little 'encounter', and I have a very high tolerance to alcohol. (Inuyasha knows, he has yet to beat me in a chugging contest).
But that's getting more off track then I want. I kissed you because:
a) I like you. I really like you
b) I wanted to show you how much I like you. And possibly see if you liked me too
and the infamous c) You're so damn hot
I don't know why you walked away from me that night, and I'm not sure I want to know. You can pretend and still think that I was drunk when I kissed you - that I didn't mean anything I said. That would be a lie, but if it would make everything easier, then I'll be willing to go along with that. For you. But at the risk of sounding like a broken record: I wasn't drunk. Tipsy. But not drunk. "I kissed you out of my own free will (and want), and I hope that you didn't kiss me back because you felt obligated to. Not because you yourself were drunk (I could taste that draft. You have good taste), but because you wanted to...
Abruptly, Sango was brought out of dreamland (the note) when a guitar started playing and the drums joined in a moment later.
**I've been on top of the world since about six months ago,
Marking the first time I laid eyes on you.
I lost all train of thought as I entered the room.
I saw what looked like really good food, then I saw you and so did you.
I wanna wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve in your clavicle.**
He did not just say (sing) that did he?
**Kissing your clavicle.**
Yeah he did.
Sango put down the note and listened more closely to the song. She felt awkward just reading it, even though she knew Miroku wasn't lurking in any corners watching her (she hoped). But she would get back to it later. She knew now that all her assumptions were wrong. Which made her feel horrible and slightly pleased, but she didn't want to think about it right now. Besides, this song was getting kind of catchy....
**I've been on top of the world since about 1 week ago,
marking a time when I was drunk enough to talk to you.**
I lost all train of thought as your eyes met mine.
Told you I thought you were gorgeous - you gave me your phone number, I gave you mine.
Before you left I said that you can bet I'll be bothering you soon.
You said, "No bother, please do." **
So that hadn't happened, but it was pretty damn obvious that the base of the song was about a certain night. One she seemed to recall quite well, and everything was seeming awfully familiar to Sango. Give or Take a few differences.
**I've called you twice.
It's been a hellish fight to not think about you all the time
Sitting around waiting for your call. **
Now Sango wasn't one to get all fangirl-ish, but really. It was kind of flattering. Scary and embarrassing, but flattering.
'He wrote a song about me, based about me? About that night?' She thought. And then, 'They're not actually going to play this for people are they???'
**I wanna wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve in your clavicle.
Kissing your clavicle. **
There it was again!
**I wanna wake up naked next to you, kissing the curve of your clavicle!**
By the time Inuyasha struck the last chord of the song, and Miroku finished belting out the last word, Sango was grinning like a fool and blushing like a cherry. Face it, Clavicle is just a fun word. The fact that Miroku was singing about kissing the curve of it (whilst being naked) was enough to make any girl blush. So that leaves only one question:
What's a clavicle?
Whatever. That's a question for the gods (or your bio teacher), and Sango hit the repeat button. The absently ran her eyes over the forgotten letter until her eyes hit a list of numbers.
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In case you want to reach me, here are the numbers:
Hilton - 265-123
Macintosh - 269-820
Cell - (14) 235-458 or
Inuyasha's Cell - (78) 999-668
We'll be in America in a month or so, so I'll try to call you (if you want me to) to give you the numbers there.
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Woah, woah, woah... America? "In case you want to reach me"? Did Sango miss something here? Where was he going?
Then it hit her. It hit her hard.
The plane leaves next Wednesday at 10. It'll just probably be the first and last time we can see each other for a while (Sesshomaru has us all running around like decapitated chickens to get ready. Who knows where we'll all be this week). I won't hold it against you if you don't come though, so don't worry about it too much. I guess I'll see you when I see you. Hope you like(d) the song - it's for you.
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Sango gaped at the page, reread it, and gaped again.
'It's a good-bye note...'
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EEE! I love Clavicle XD Alkaline Trio rocks. Yes Miroku's going bye bye baby (I thought about using that song...).... what? Don't act like you didn't see it coming v.v; he couldn't stay forever. He's in a band. Bands go on tour. So we'll just have to see what happens to these two, eh? . *now goes to cower in the corner. with a helmet*
Margo (again) helped me a lot with this chapter. x.x damn, I might as well just have her as the second author *dies* she beta's and helps me with ideas and fends off Miroku-wanna-be's and threatens me with that godforsaken digi hammer to get the chapters out. ^_^ She's like.... super girl or somethin! (And I bet she's just adoring all this praise and attention x.x)
Lonnie's current rant: I HAVE NO SPRING BREAK! *huff* *puff* Do you know how cruel and unusual that is? Not only that, but my dad's taking away the net in May, so I have no idea how I'm gonna get updates out x.x I think I'll just go live with Kelli or something... Her family can tolerate me (I think).