Um, the therapy is just a side plot. The real plot will emerge soon. I couldn't say it in the summary, because it would give away the plot.
Chapter 5: I'm comin' out of my cage
The police arrived at Sango's house fifteen minutes after Miroku called. Everything Sango said checked out, except Naraku was gone. He had definitely been there, the police said, but he had just up and vanished. Was Sango sure she had shot him? Yes, she was. There were even two bullet holes in the wall.
The next week, the will was read. Sango ended up with everything, but Miroku was given a fair sum of money, and guardian privileges of Sango.
Sango ordered the house demolished and the contents given to charity. Miroku promised everything would be better. She believed him.
Come on in. Don't worry, nothing will happen. This your house, too, now, remember?" Miroku handed Sango a key to the house. "I can't get another bed at the moment, so you'll be bunking in mine. I'll sleep on the floor."
"It's okay. I can stay on the floor."
"No. I insist. Just head straight upstairs. I have to deal with Mushin."
Sango nodded and went upstairs. The house was actually huge; six bedrooms, three and a half baths, and a gigantic downstairs. It had been paid off before Miroku's mother had passed away, and now, Mushin was thinking about selling it. Miroku wasn't going to let him, though.
Mushin was standing in the kitchen, sipping at a full glass of whiskey. Miroku spoke. "We have a new house guest."
"What? Who, boy?"
"Sango. Her parents were killed, and I'm her guardian now. I just wanted to tell you that if you so much as touch her, I'm calling the police."
Mushin laughed. "Where would you live?"
"Here. If anything happens to you, I get the house."
"What about money? You don't have a job, you lazy brat."
"I have money. I could go to a college nearby, get a degree, and get a job."
"Why?"
"Because I want to settle down, get married, and have children."
"With who?'
"I don't know..."
"Oh, and the doctor called. Wanted me to know you couldn't have children. If I knew why. So much for the start a family plan." The older man leered at his son.
"There are ways. Just don't touch her."
"I would never beat a girl."
"I wasn't suggesting that. You are the type of man, father, that has to have someone to bang every night for fear of losing your manhood. If you try anything on her, I will call the police for pedophile. You can beat me, as long as you don't touch her."
Mushin was furious at his son for speaking to him that way. "What makes you think you can order me around? I'm the father, you're the son."
"I'm an adult now. My birthday was yesterday. I turned eighteen. You forgot, or ignored me, but Sango got me this even though her entire family died." He held up his wrist. A thin gold chain with 'Miroku' hanging from it was on his wrist. "Pretty, isn't it? Shipped from America. A hundred American dollars. Personalized. At least someone cares."
"Does a pretty someone care?"
"She's coming. See for yourself."
Sango had listened to most of the conversation, then had gone upstairs and changed into a white skirt that came down to her ankles and a camo top. She walked into the kitchen. Miroku broke off and looked at her. She smiled. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful. How does dinner for two at Nori's sound?"
"Wonderful. What about your dad?"
"He can feed himself. It'll help him resist temptation. Can you find my wallet? It should be upstairs."
She nodded and left. Miroku turned on Mushin. "Stay the hell away from her, you pervert. If you do anything, I will kill you."
Mushin nodded meekly, subdued for the moment.