Chapter Five: When All Is Said and Done
"Go fish…"
"I got pink."
"Go fish…"
"Blue?"
"That works… but it was turquoise."
"Right," Kagome mumbled dryly. "It's harder playing Go Fish without cards and with random mind objects."
Miroku smirked. "I kinda enjoy it."
"Pervert," Inuyasha said sleepily on reflex.
They sat in a sort of triangle, leaning against one another's backs to keep support and balance. Inuyasha had flipped his hair over his shoulder so they could be back to back without his complaints that they were 'yanking his hair out.' Of course, they'd been sitting there for close to three hours.
"What do you think's going on in there?" Kagome asked.
Inuyasha didn't respond. Miroku didn't either. "Inu-chan?" Kagome asked. "Miro-chan?
"Inu is asleep," Miroku said quietly, omitting the chan from his friend's name.
Kagome looked at Inuyasha the best she could, his head resting lightly on her shoulder. His eyes were closed and he was snoring so quietly it could have been mistaken for purring.
"Oh… He probably wouldn't appreciate the disturbing visuals it'd bring him anyway." Kagome muttered. But she wished he was still awake…
"You know Kagome; we're technically alone at the moment…" Miroku said suggestively.
"We are not alone!"
"Inu is asleep… and I doubt World War 3 would wake him right now. I bet we could—." Kagome covered Miroku's mouth so that his words were mumbled until he licked her hand. "…and he would never know the difference."
"Oh yes he would you pervert!"
Miroku raised an eyebrow, though Kagome couldn't see it. "He wouldn't if you didn't say anything."
Kagome angrily took a handful of his shirt, wiping her hand off. "But I would say something, and he would torture you for days on end and then bury you in the backyard next to the old tree-house. We won't even dignify your grave with that embarrassing kanji scar you have."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Miroku retaliated, wishing she hadn't brought up that incident…
"Oh yes you do. You know the one I'm talking about, the one that means--."
"I wonder if they're actually talking in there." Miroku said quickly, gesturing towards the doorway.
Kagome suppressed her giggles. "At least they let us have the hallway… dunno why we couldn't go to sleep though."
"Sango probably wants backup in case Sesshoumaru gets violent… or frisky… or whatever." Miroku mumbled irritably, though glad the subject had changed.
Today, decidedly, was nice. It hadn't started out the greatest, and for a while there Sango hadn't been sure that the night had changed everyone's mind. But when the security guard had gone from rescuing them from the stairwell, Sesshoumaru had shown her that she had the wrong assumption.
"Sango, I never change my mind once it's made up."
She was glad that he said that. She was glad that he decided to give Inuyasha, Kagome, and Miroku a ride back to his house, that way his parents didn't worry and her friends wouldn't wake up delirious in the middle of a parking lot. And now, Sango was especially glad that Sesshoumaru was kissing her.
Sango's back was to the door to ensure that none of her friends got too curious and walked in on them. Her hands were locked behind his head, and his hands were on her waist, gently squeezing every so once in a while. His lips were soft, so unlike his callous front personality he put up to everyone; it surprised her that she would fall in love with him of all people. She expected to fall in love with Miroku. With a tinge of regret, she realized that would never have worked.
(The next morning)
"My dear girl, you are precariously close to committing a serious crime."
"Am I? And what would this crime be?" Sango replied, her fingers frozen in mid-air, still about to pick up the last jelly-filled doughnut.
"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about." Miroku said smoothly, leaning against the doorframe, his hair tousled from sleep. "And if you do decide to go through with it, which I hope you don't, you'll have to suffer the consequences."
This little charade had begun long ago, when Sango had first learned both of Miroku's addiction to jelly-filled doughnuts and his liking of her. So whenever the last jelly-filled doughnut was left, Sango would always make sure to attempt nicking it. She'd been doing this for the last four or five years at least, and only once had she ever successfully got away with it. Of course, that was only because she licked it… but that was going to extremes and she'd been mad at him then.
"You think I'm afraid of you, Miro? Bring it on," Sango said, and plucked the doughnut from the box.
Miroku waited a split second after that before he began walking towards her. Sango turned and ran through the opposite hallway, which went into the living room, and quickly searched for a hiding place. Miroku never ran after her, only walked; it was the thrill of the chase and search for Sango that he kept playing the game, even when he knew that Sango now belonged solely to Sesshoumaru.
Pushing that aside, Miroku paused, opting the choices of hiding places Sango might've chosen. He'd come into the living room, where a tousle-haired Inuyasha and a sleep-deprived Kagome snuggled into an armchair watching the morning cartoons, and Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha's adopted sister Rin was curled under a blanket, having fallen asleep on the couch.
"She took your doughnut, didn't she, Miro?" Inuyasha asked, though he knew the answer.
Miroku nodded, not really paying attention to Inuyasha. A muffled giggle had erupted suddenly from the hall closet under the stairs. Sesshoumaru was safely still asleep in his room upstairs, and no one else was paying attention to his and Sango's little game. After all, it was something that had happened before she fell in love with Sesshoumaru, and would continue to happen even though she was in love with Sesshoumaru.
He approached cautiously and flung open the door, delighted to see Sango even though she had already nibbled innocently on his doughnut. No matter. She gestured for him to sit with her there, in the closet, and wallow in defeat. Miroku stared at her with a kind of intensity, as though she would disappear if he so much as blinked. In a way, she already had.
The End.
AN: I know that's very unsatisfying, but I will have a sequel. I'm sorry it took me so flipping long… I've been having a bit of an identity crises and my writing sort of was the only thing I could take it out on. That and boyfriend issues. Forgive me. I won't post the sequel until I have a few chapters typed out, which won't take me long because this plot is just racing out of my head. Hope you enjoyed the story!