I'm baaack! (Didn't I say that on another chapter too? Oh well, too bad)

Okay, I didn't put this up last chappie because I forgot to, but each of Miroku's tattoos is a reference to some of my favorite anime's. The sakabato is Rurouni Kenshin, the blue dragon is Inuyasha (Shippo), the black rose is Ranma ½,and the lion, the heart, and the rain cloud refer to both Kingdom Hearts and FF8 & 7. Lion with heart Leonhart. Rain cloudCloud & Squall.

Chapter 8: Because I want it all

"Sango, can you please do it? Just for me?"

"No! I'm not going in there!"

"Ah, c'mon! I have to go do something! I swear, no more than five minutes!"

The pair was standing outside of a Tokyo branch of Abercrombie and Fitch (I am, unfortunately, wearing a shirt from this same store underneath a Full Metal Alchemist shirt. It's not by choice, it's getting colder and the FMA shirt is a t-shirt. I feel so unclean! But, anything to have Roy, Ed, and Al plastered across my chest Little angel in my head: You sick, sick child. You're going to hell. Okey-dokey. Not like I care.) and Sango was vehemently protesting to go in.

Finally, Miroku made puppy dog eyes, and Sango gave in. "Fine. I'll go in."

Miroku grinned. "Good girl. Now, I'll be right back. Pick something pretty out for me, 'kay?"

He ran off into the crowd and Sango stuck her tongue out at his retreating back. Turning around, she stepped into the store, blanching at the smell of it.

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Miroku returned five minutes later as promised, holding a small box in his arms. He was displeased to see Sango was talking to the store clerk, and legendary player, Hiten Suzushii. Sango was listening to him intently, the jean skirt and green peasant top (Augh…) she had draped over her arm forgotten.

Miroku moved closer to hear what was going on, and heard Hiten say, "You poor girl… I heard what happened… I'm so sorry."

"Don't. It's okay. It's over now, right?"

Miroku walked up, gritting his teeth. "Hey, Sango, have you paid for that yet?"

She looked at him as if just breaking out of a trance. "What? Oh, yeah."

Hiten smirked. "I was just telling Sango about how sorry I was."

"Yeah, I heard."

Hiten ignored him and turned back to Sango. "Anyway, here's a therapy center you should try. It's really good." He handed her a brochure and walked away.

The rest of the pair's day was spent shopping, and Miroku racked up a massive bill on clothes for Sango.

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On the way home, Miroku handed the box to Sango. When she opened it, she gasped in surprise. "Houshi-sama!"

"Eh? I thought you would like something to take your mind of the accident."

"You're so sweet!"

In the box was a little kitten, off white, with black stripes around the tail. Sango began laughing. "I'm going to name her Kirara, after my aunt!"

"That's pretty. Oh, we're home. You head in, but go straight upstairs, I'll grab the stuff."

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Sango walked in the door and went to the stairs, only to be confronted by Mushin, a belt wrapped around his hand. She flinched, waiting for the drunken man to flay the belt across her head, but the blow never came. Instead, there was a thwap as raw leather met hard muscle.

Sango opened her eyes to find Miroku standing in front of her, bags in one arm, the belt wrapped around the other. He spoke, his voice hard and emotionless. "I told you not to touch her."

Mushin coughed drunkenly. "This hic ain't your hic house, boy."

"But I told you not to touch her. What were you going to do to her?"

"Beat her 'till she cried, then fuck her 'till she cried some more."

"You were going to do that?"

"Yep. And have you watch."

Miroku didn't answer, his eyes hardening. Mushin snapped. "Stop staring at me like that, boy!"

He brought the belt down across the crotch of Miroku's pants, flaying him better than 20 times there. The boy didn't flinch once, which enraged Mushin further. The older man punched Miroku in the face, throwing his head to one side. Miroku merely raised his gaze again, staring at Mushin emotionlessly.

The man looked around. "Huh? Where'd your girlfriend go?"

"Look behind you, you bastard."

Mushin didn't have time to look around before the wine bottle crashed down on the base of his neck, sending him unconscious. Sango looked down at the man at her feet and spat, saying one word. "Motherfucker."

Woooooooo! I finished! Sorry, people, no therapy for a few chapters. The therapy thing is only there because I can't give away the real plot (not yet) because it would ruin the entire story.

Anyway, R&R, please! ;)