City of Angels

T3h bl00

Chapter 3

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Here is the third chapter for City of Angels.

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Sango felt his strange warmth slowly float away as he boarded the newly parked bus, and road off.

Her memory was left in a blur, almost as thick as the mist of rain that cascaded down. He had left her his umbrella, but she couldn't remember when. He had boarded the bus, but she didn't know when.

Had he said goodbye?

Thoughts and questions boggled her mind, and she began to feel dizzy, as the rain soaked through her long coffee hair, seeping into her locks.

"I'm getting wet…wet…umbrella…where is it?" She mumbled to herself as she searched around her legs, her shoes slightly submerged at the edge of the heel.

Pulling up the umbrella over her head, feeling the rain beat against it, almost like her heart was beating a few minutes ago.

Had it been minutes? No. It felt like hours.

She had never felt this way before; it was so new and so strange to her. Sango touched her forehead lightly with the back of her palm and sighed, feeling heated pain bounce against her temples.

Sick? She probably was. Archangel Michael had told her on Earth she might start to feel a nauseas feeling circulated through her stomach, and beat against her forehead. That meant she was getting sick and needed to rest.

She moaned breathlessly and stepped onto the grungy bus groggily, leaning against the door and propping herself up again, falling onto a seat next to a teenager, constantly beating and banging his index fingers against the cushion in rhythm with his music.

'Oh god…let me at least survive the ride to my apartment…' She cocked her head back against the seat, and closed her eyes.

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"Miss...? Miss...?" Sango's brain was throbbing and beating tirelessly against her skull.

"Hmm…?" She lifted her head off of the back of the seat, cradling her forehead in her arms.

"You aright?" She stared up into the eyes of the bus conductor, "You seem ta of fallin aseep an not gotten up. I am at my final stop, so if I were ya, I'd git off or tell me where ya need ta git too before I gotta turn in my bus."

Sango mumbled, "What?"

The conductor sighed, "Where do ya live?"

"Oh…" Sango massaged her temples and mumbled to herself, "Hum…argh…" She couldn't remember.

She was out in the middle of nowhere in a fairly unfamiliar city and she did not know where she lived.

The conductor sighed, "Arighty then, out." He hated to do this, but he had no choice. His wife's food was calling his name, and so was his good faithful lounge chair.

Sango stumbled out of the bus, knocking against some metal wall, and slouching down onto the ground.

Fumes flooded through the air, and the ground was fairly moist from fresh rain. This was all too much for her, the nauseating liquids coursing through her stomach and running, banging her bones straight to the marrow, plus, the equally nauseating stench of fumes and smoke, strangely stronger than usual.

She heard footsteps.

"Darn it…the last thing I need is that conductor coming up to me and asking me to leave the property, or some drunken man coming and begging me for some money and crack…" Sango, unknowingly, muttered this out loud to the stranger.

A husky chuckle rang through the air.

"I can assure you I am neither, although I do enjoy the occasional cigarette every now and then…"

Sango's eyes widened and she shot her face up to the speaker. She remembered the voice. It was him. From the bus stop.

"Holy…ach! I'm sorry!" She massaged her temples and groaned,

'Note to self…don't talk when 'sick'.'

"It's quite alright…" She found herself being lifted up off of the ground and propped up by a large hand. "You seem a bit…drowsy…"

Sango nodded slightly and groaned.

Miroku blinked and smiled, clutching her slightly. "Well, where do you live? So I can take you home."

"I…don't remember…" Sango flushed, and she felt sweat beginning to drench her forehead.

"Okay…I'll take you to my place then…"

"Mm-hm…" That was when she fell asleep, or collapsed more or less.

That was it. Bump. She was out like a light in a blackout.

Well, at least for now.

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Sunlight flooded into the room. It shone its warming rays against Sango's pale face.

The girl moaned; mad at the sun for awaking her from her dreamy state, all thanks to its irritating rays.

"Stupid…sun…" Flipping onto her other side and clutching the sheet against her bosom.

That was when a strangely familiar chuckle made her heart thump hard against her rib cage, causing her muscles to tighten and her eyes to wide and then shrink.

"Feeling any better?" She felt a sinking weight to the left of her body, suggesting he just sat down on the bed.

"…A little…" she meekly answered, shutting her eyes and burrowing her head into the pillow, breathing in it's strange scent of citrus…or was it Salt? It must have been a mixture of the two, also including some sort of floral scent to it.

"That's good…" He rose from the bed.

"Where am I…?" She turned sleepily, and held her hand over her eyes, blocking them from the wincing light of the sun.

He chuckled.

"At my apartment, in my bed, I found you at the bus station, remember? You forgot where your place was, and I couldn't just leave you there…so I brought you here…"

"Oh…" she winced as a fiery lick of sun made its way between her middle and index fingers.

"Here…" She heard his feet against the wooden floor, making their way west of the bed, and blocking the sun from her head.

Pulling the curtains across, making the room darker, he sat back down on the bed.

"You up for some breakfast…?"

She shook her head.

Here she was, in a stranger's bed, being offered food by him, being taken care of by him.

For all she knew, he was a rapist or an axe murderer. Archangel Gabriel had warned her to never judge a book by its cover…but…he was just so handsome, so…beautifully handsome.

They could accept that excuse, right?

…right?

…wrong…

She found herself, using her elbows to lift up her upper body, and head to get a good look at the stranger.

He was lean, and his hips stuck out slightly as the rest of his body fell back a bit. A black jacket and pants adorned his features. Basically the same clothes from yesterday…and his hair was still in the tight tail at the end of his head.

"So…what…is your name?" She stared at him, not even sure if she had said it or not.

Another chuckle, "Ah…how rude of me…my name is Miroku Kurokawa…" He ran his hands through his bangs. "A stranger took you in and let you sleep in their bed…it must be extremely awkward, isn't it?"

She blushed slightly and nodded.

"So…what about your name?"

"Ah…sorry…Sango…Takashi…"

He took her hand in his and pecked the back. "So nice to meet you…again…Ms. Takashi…" He grinned against her hand and watched as she slowly took her palm out of his grip.

"The same…to you…Mr. Kurokawa…" She mumbled, her face still heated from his earlier actions.

Smirking inwardly, he thought to himself, 'This is going to be a lot easier than expected…'

Sango was now being sucked into the vortex.

Very slowly, but surely.

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--TBC

Ach! Well there is the third chapter…enjoy! I tried to make this one longer/the same length. The chapters will hopefully get longer (And better…XD) I am on a roll! Ha. I will hopefully update AGAIN before this weekend is kaput.

Enjoy this chapter, READ AND REVIEW. It makes a certain son of Lucifer very happy. Review and he'll give you a cookie! O! x)

-t3h bl00