"Hello?" Sango said breathlessly, picking up the phone in a hurry. Her negative reaction was less than expected from the caller.
"What do you want Kagome?" Sango inattentively snapped.
"Um? I just wanted to see what was up. Oh and tell you..." Sango's attention turned once more to the radio.
"Oh, and the line was busy. Hmm... Now what do we do... I guess we'll just have to call another person. Unless... if you are listening to this people, get off your phones! You could be the lucky winner. We're going to try to call you again!" said the male announcer cheerfully. In the background of the mindless chatter he was now going on about to waste time, Sango heard some obvious objections from the others on the show.
"Now, contestants are you ready?" he said again.
"Hey Kagome!" Sango interjected into Kagome's story.
"Yeah?"
"Call you back 'k?"
"Uh..." -Click- Sango hung up and waited tensely.
On the radio, Sango heard the phone ring, and sadly noted that she didn't hear her own mimic the noise. Finally the winner picked up.
"Hello?" said the excited person. Sango laughed... the person sounded so much like... Kagome!
"Hello, congratulations! You are the winner of our Tokyo sweepstakes! So, what is your name miss?" On the other end, the caller was too busy squealing excitedly to answer. Finally, she managed to calm herself down enough to speak.
"Sorry" she apologized breathlessly, "My name is Kagome Hiragashi. Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOO much" Kagome resumed happily squealing again.
Sango laughed. Just her luck. She enters a sweepstakes, and her best friend wins. Sango was happy for her friend, but disappointed at the same time. She knew who Kagome was probably going to take, and it wasn't her. It was most likely going to be her boyfriend, Inuyasha.
Sango went and made herself some coffee, and flicked on the TV for some entertainment. Just as she got comfortable, the phone rang. Grumbling slightly, she went and answered it.
"Hello?" she said, trying not to sound annoyed.
"OH MY GOD I WON SANGO I WON THIS CONTEST..." Sango tried to decipher exactly what her friend was saying, but was having no luck.
"KAGOME!" she finally shouted, getting annoyed with the high pitched tone of her friend's voice.
"Yeah?"
"SLOW DOWN!" she requested.
"Ok. Well you see, I entered this radio sweepstakes to Japan, and I WON! And... It's a trip for two and I was wondering-"
"If Inuyasha would want to go? Of course!"
"No you idiot! If you wanted to go! Inuyasha would just say 'Keh, why would I want to go to some foreign land where I can't understand the crazy people" Kagome said, mocking her boyfriend, terribly.
"Really?" Sango said, honestly not expecting the invitation. Now it was her turn to squeal.
On the other side of the earth, a handsome man stared out of his window in deep thought.
Another
summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I
wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
The man's violet eyes searched the ground below him as it came into closer view. A bell dinged above.
"Miroku, we're now approaching Rome. Please do up your seatbelt sir, and ask the flight attendant if you want anything" said a man with a husky voice.
Miroku smirked. Somehow, having his own private jet wasn't quite as thrilling as he once thought it might be. Nothing was as he thought it would be. He used to envy celebrities, now he was one, and he hated it. No matter where he was, he was always having his every move watched intently. People worshipped him all because he starred in a few movies. He thought it was pathetic how women would throw themselves at him. Though, truly, he didn't mind being surrounded by them that much. No matter who they were though, they still were not that one special girl. Maybe it was silly to expect an old flame to remember him. Although he was a star, he wasn't nearly as famous in America as he was here in Europe and Japan especially. Somehow, he just couldn't get her off his mind. It was so long ago. Well... not really... it was just every moment in fame felt like ten years. Truly it had only been two since he had left America for good.
Why did he care about one girl so much? Maybe it was because she was the only one he had ever felt so deeply for. He tried to get her off his mind; he had written letters to her trying to explain how he felt. They just never sounded sincere, so he had never sent them. He knew he would once he got the words right.
Maybe
surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just
wanna go home
Oh I miss you, you know
And I've
been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line
or two
"I'm fine baby, how are you?"
Well I would send
them but I know that it's just not enough
My words were cold and
flat
And you deserve more than that
Later-
It had been a long day for Miroku. Meeting fans, signing autographs, two different interviews, a commercial for some stupid type of pop. It was all so meaningless. Miroku knew a million people would die to be in the same spot, but it just wasn't the lifestyle he wanted to live. Really, being a celebrity wasn't a lifestyle; it was what everybody else based theirs on.
"Miroku?" called a young girl.
"Yes Rin?"
"Are you okay? You seem, not well" she asked quietly, politely, as always.
"I'm fine, thank you. Just a little home sick..."
"After all this time? I guess it makes sense. We all miss the old days once and a while"
Miroku smiled. For such a young girl she seemed wise beyond her years.
"Too true. I wish we could have it all. I mean really have it all. The fame and the family"
"Nothings perfect" she said quietly, adding "Tomorrow we're going to Japan" and she slipped out of the room, leaving Miroku to his thoughts.
Another
aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna
go home
Mmmm, I've got to go home
Let me go home
I'm
just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I
feel just like I'm living someone else's life
It's like I
just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know
just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not
your dream
But you always believe in me
Miroku reminisced about the good old days. And he never thought that would happen for someone as young as him. Mostly he thought of her. The one woman who's smile could light up his life. Whose laugh filled his heart with joy. Whose beauty came from her soul and shone outward. His heart ached just thinking about her. His life was so surreal. He wished she could be there, and make him feel the way only she could. He knew she couldn't forgive him for what he had done.
Flashback-
"Miroku?"
Her voice shot through his heart, hitting a chord with the hurt in her voice. In that instant he wished he could have slapped himself across the face, taken everything back, made it all better, just as long as those tears would dry.
"Sango, it's not what you think"
"It's exactly what I think" she replied, and it hurt that she was right. Why? Why did he feel the need to cheat on her? Why did he think he wouldn't get caught? Why did he think that going behind her back would make things right. Why did he have to hurt her?
Somehow, he knew it was over, and she wasn't going to forgive him. He apologised sincerely, over and over until the words were bitter and meaningless. Then he met the woman who got him here. Her name was Kikyou, and she was a very famous agent from over seas. She said he had the makings of a star, and could take him away from all this pain. He believed the glamour and beauty to be true.
He would give it all up for her now though
End Flashback-
Miroku sighed deeply. He looked at the clock and realized it was late- or early to be more precise. He decided to just pack his things now, and sleep on the plane later.
Japan, he thought, throwing his clothes messily into a large suitcase.
Another
winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And
I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by
A
million people I
Still feel alone
Oh, let go home
Oh, I miss
you, you know
Somehow, no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else, her name never left his mind.
Sango...I miss you
Let
me go home
I've had my run
Baby, I'm done
I gotta go
home
Let me go home
It will all right
I'll be home
tonight
I'm coming back home
Once his things were packed, he left with Rin, off to another country for an awards ceremony this time.
Maybe...someday... I can go home.
A/N: So what do you think? Is this good so far. It was going to be a short fic, but at this rate it will be a lot longer. I decided to make it have more feeling. Please review and tell me if you can think of any improvements or changes that I could make, or input on what should happen next if you want. This one's really up in the air. I'm just making it up as I go, it's not planned at all, so I don't know what will happen next. Please review.
