"Who was that, Shiori?" Miroku asked, walking out of the apartment bathroom wearing only a towel. The young girl looked up at him, silver hair swirling around her pale face. The young girl looked up to Miroku; he was always so kind and understanding and was always willing to fill in for her cousin, Inuyasha, when he couldn't look after her. She was supposed to go to the park with Rin and Shippo but she had to cancel because she wasn't feeling well.
"The lady was really nice but she said a bad word about your best friend. She said, 'Tell Mr. Shizaku that not only did his best friend royally screwed up, but he did too, a message from Sango. Tell him that for me please Miss.'" She recited, repeating everything perfectly, with the exception of the cuss word. Miroku stared at the phone, looking at it as though it would explode. She saw all the color drain from his face and his hands start to shake. "Uncle Miroku, are you alright?" She asked, it looked as though he would faint on the spot.
He didn't answer; he stood there looking at the phone. Shiori was beginning to worry, "Uncle Miroku, please stop!" She begged, "You're starting to scare me." She said as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Although Miroku was depressed and seemed to be somewhere else, the sound of a woman crying, no matter how young, roused him from his nightmare. "Oh, Shiori, it's okay, I just felt a little woozy, that's all, you don't have to cry. I'm fine, don't worry." He coaxed. "Please, don't worry about me. I think I'll just go and lie down for a while." He said, wanting some alone time to gather his thoughts.
She slowly nodded, "Okay uncle. Only because you say you're fine. If you need something than you can call me. I'll take care of you like you always do for me!" Se beamed a large smiling making it's way onto her face.
He gave a short chuckle, what childhood innocence could accomplish. "Alright, Dr. Shiori, I'll call you if I need anything." He said, playing along with her fantasy. She blushed and suddenly found something interesting on the floor to look at, all the while scraping her foot along the ground in a modest action.
He turned around; forgetting all about the towel draped across his hips or that his hair was soaking wet, and went to his bedroom, suddenly exhausted. He made his way to his room clenching his fists; he would have to apologize for whatever he did wrong. He couldn't figure out what he did, the last time he saw Sango they were getting dressed before parting. He lay down on the bed with a loud 'thump'. His wet hair was unkempt and unruly, his towel was riding up on his hips, exposing the tip of his manhood, and his bedspread was getting soaked because of his wet body, but he didn't care. Thoughts of Sango swarmed his head, her chocolate eyes, long hair, small body, and her loving smile. Soon he drifted off into a deep sleep, ignorant to the world passing around him, that is besides Sango.
Kagome woke up and gave a low moan as she felt the pressing weight on her hunched shoulders. "Inuyasha." She mumbled, thinking it was him slung over her. She blinked her eyes and rolled her shoulders before turning around to see his angelic face. She let out a soft squeak as she saw that it was not his face pressed close to her but Sango's tear reddened one instead. Acts of the previous day came rushing at her like hitting a brick wall. He had left her for that bitch, the one who had lived with her for years, her best friend. It stung.
She squeezed her eyes, trying to block out the memory of the day before. When she opened them again she promised herself that she would not think of him. She was actually curious why it did sting and why she did think about it. She had slept with men that were married or had a lover, she never felt any regret, she shouldn't have. No, this one was different but she knew she would make it the same, she had too, it was part of the job. 'Then quit.' One part of her brain spoke. 'No!' The other answered, she decided to go with the last one, even though she couldn't tell which one was the angel or devil.
Her eyes gazed at Sango's blotchy face and wondered why she was upset, she had been so happy about moving in with Miroku the day before, and although Kagome's own news had saddened her, she would not cry like this, perhaps she secretly hated her for throwing Kikyou out. 'No, then she wouldn't sleep with me, but then what was the reason?'
Slowly Sango's brown eyes fluttered open and stared into Kagome's own cloudy ones. "Good morning, sweetheart. How's it going?" She asked in a comforting tone. It seemed though she had just realized that her face was tearstained because she immediately covered her face with her hands. Kagome was thankful that Sango was being so strong but was deeply torn, she only called her sweetheart when she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Good, what's the matter?" She asked, getting straight to the point. She didn't want to give Sango a chance to squirm out of it.
"Oh, nothing really." She answered carelessly but gave a large gulp when she saw Kagome's glare. She scratched the back of her head, wondering where to start when she didn't really want to tell the story. In the end, she knew, Kagome would drag it out of her. The down points of having such an amazing best friend was that she knew all her secrets, could tell when she lied, and knew all of her most ticklish points. "I phoned Miroku last night." She said shortly.
"And, what did he say?" She asked.
"I didn't speak to him." She said glaring at the floor as angry tears poured down her cheeks. Kagome grabbed her friend and gave her a tight hug. Kagome was seriously considering giving up men all together, look what they brought her. "A girl answered, she seemed like she lived there. For gods sake I haven't even been in his house more than four times and she owns it!" She screamed.
Kagome was silent, she couldn't comfort her friend with that problem, she couldn't even comfort herself with a similar problem. She sat there hugging her friend with all she had, holding her as though Sango would die and be gone forever if she moved from the comfortable position. Finally, Sango fell into a restless, but painless, sleep, with no problems edging at her mind.
She sat there cradling the girl to her chest, begging for release from the torture they received. Yes, they were a sin, but god had love for every one of his creatures, that's what her mom said anyway. Then why wasn't god helping them, what did they do? It was for their family; they needed the money they brought in. Money, it all came down to money, it seemed that that was made the world go round. Yes, the world was out to get them, along with all of its creatures. They were royally screwed.
Later on Kagome still sat with a dormant Sango, not daring to move. She finally decided to get up when Sango's cell phone rang. She hoisted herself from the crease in the couch, placing Sango's head on a pillow before scurrying to the phone. "Hello?" She answered.
"Hello Kagome. It's Miroku." He said, though he didn't have to say his name, she knew who it was, the man who caused her friend so much heartache. She stormed into a bedroom, not wanting to wake Sango when she screamed her lungs out at the cruel man. "Is Sango there?" He asked pleasantly.
"No." She answered coldly. "You don't deserve to talk to her. You know what Miroku?" She said, face turning red with rage. It was getting hard to put out coherent words when none described what a horrible man he was. "You're a lying, cheating, mother fucking bastard!" She screamed. "How could you do that to Sango?" She said through gritted teeth.
"Miss Kagome, please wait!" He begged when he heard she was about to hang up. "That's why I phoned!" He pleaded. He was determined to know what he did wrong. He wouldn't lose Sango without a fight. "What did I do wrong?" He asked in a pathetic tone. She was seriously considering hanging up on him but he sounded honest, then again, how couldn't he know that he was cheating.
"You want to know what you did wrong?" She hissed. "I'll tell you what you did wrong." Her voice made him cringe, if he didn't make them understand he didn't do anything wrong that he knew of, well he would personally be pounded into a pulp, unable to move, or make babies, again. Something he would not give up, not when it was only a few words away from the truth and Sango.
"Please, Kagome. Know I would never hurt Sango if I had the choice." He said quietly. "I knew what I did I would do anything to make it better." He finished.
"I don't believe you." She said, knowing that if Inuyasha hadn't pissed her off she would have tried to get the two back together but right now it seemed as though all men were miserable idiots.
"Please, tell me." He said.
"You know what you did. You cheated on her! Another woman answered the phone! Why the hell would there be another woman in your apartment?" She demanded. She looked strangely at the phone, she could have sworn she had heard a sigh of relief! Why would he sigh in relief?
"I believe there was a misunderstanding. You see that was Inuyasha's," She flinched at the sound of his name. Stupid Miroku, leave it to him to touch painful topics. "Youngest cousin. She was supposed to go the park with her second cousins but she couldn't because she wasn't feeling well. I proposed that she come over to my apartment and that I could look after her. I was in the shower when she phoned so Shiori must have answered." He said with audible relief.
Kagome debated refusing his answer but the way he sounded as though he would burst into tears in any moment pushed her over the edge. Stupid Miroku, he could always twist her around his finger. If he sounded desperate enough he could have made her jump into a freezing cold river for a pencil. "I…" She let out a sigh, "Believe you." She said. "Now we have to work on Sango." She said as an evil plan crossed her mind.
Sango woke up with a chill running through her veins. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself as she was searching for her missing friend. She let out a groan and she rose from her comfortable position on the couch. "Kagome, where are you?" She called in a rough voice. She snickered, knowing she was talking more to herself than to Kagome.
She made her way into the kitchen and saw a note written on the fridge, 'Dear Sango, gone shopping for more ice cream, I'll be back in twenty minutes. I doubt you'll be awake before I get back because you're such a sleepy head, but just in case don't worry about…' She didn't get a chance to finish reading it because there was a loud knock on the door. She didn't bother to check to see whom it was, thinking it was Kagome who forgot her keys, and opened the door wide.
He was on her in a second, flattening her onto the wall, slamming the door shut with his foot. He kissed her lips before moving down to her neck, taking his precious time. She bit back a moan before saying in a rasping voice, "Stop it Miroku." She willed her body to put up a fight, push his body off hers, to keep him from smothering her, but she couldn't.
"No, I have to explain." He said shortly before continuing his assault. He licked her neck from top to bottom making her shudder. He pressed his knee inbetween her legs and grinded into her. "Sango, let me explain." He pleaded.
There was a long pause as he stopped his assault. "Okay." She said, knowing she would take him back even if his excuse was an obvious lie. She couldn't say no to him, she just loved him way too damn much.
A/N: Awwww! What a cute chapter, I almost cried once, even though it wasn't that sad! Anyway, I just wanted to tell you this story is winding down, probably only 2 or three more chapters! Hope you enjoyed!