Chapter 12: Never did I want to be here again
Sango woke up at 8:30 in the morning to sun streaming through the window. It was almost possible to forget about last night, but not quite. She moved her hand to find Miroku's, but he wasn't there.
She went downstairs, yawning slightly and stretching. Miroku was lying on the couch looking very pale. He cried out softly in terror, and Sango knelt by him, putting a hand on his forehead. "Houshi-sama... Hey, wake up..."
He jolted awake, sitting straight up. "Sango!"
"What?"
"In my dream... you died... Some man..."
"What did he look like?"
"Long black hair... goldish eyes... I don't remember, goddammit!"
"Well, don't get mad at me! Go get dressed, idiot."
"Okay, okay, okay..." He walked upstairs and dressed in black, which contrasted sharply with how pale he was.
Sango was looking worried the entire ride to therapy. Miroku looked over at her. "What's wrong?"
"I think you're sick."
"What? Why?"
"Sick like ill sick, not perverted sick."
"Oh. I feel fine... Maybe we should stop for coffee or something."
"Won't we be late?"
"Naw. We've got till ten. Coffee would be delicious right now."
"Fine..."
They stopped at Wacdonald's for some coffee and a few pancakes. Miroku grinned across the table at Sango. "Everyone's staring at us."
Sango raised her eyebrow sarcastically. "I wonder why?"
"Let's get out of here." He stood up and grabbed his wallet. They made for the exit, but it was blocked by two guys. One was dressed in a blue tee-shirt and khaki shorts, and the other was in pink with 'Tough guys wear pink' on the front and jeans. The one in blue had a braid down his back and the pink one had his hair done up in a blue barrette.
The one in blue spoke. "You're the murderer that was on TV last night."
"Yeah. What of it?" Miroku had matured over the last year, and even more over the past few days, but his aggressive side still existed.
"Sicko's like you shouldn't be allowed outside."
"What are you going to do about it?"
The one in pink nudged the other one. "Bankotsu oo-aniki, he's cute. Can I fight him?"
"No, Jakotsu, you take the girl."
"But Oo-aniki..."
"Do it."
Sango and Miroku were having a conversation of their own. "You can fight, right?"
Sango shrugged. "It depends. I can't fight that Bankotsu, but maybe the other one..."
"Good. I didn't want to fight him anyway. No way of telling where he'll put his hands..."
Bankotsu looked at them. "I'll take the murderer."
Jakotsu pouted. "Oo-aniki... Why do you always take the ones I like?"
"Because you always end up hurting them more than I would like."
"So what? Please, oo-aniki?"
"No Jakotsu. Besides, you can't take him."
"Oo-aniki!"
"Do it, Jakotsu, or you'll be sorry."
"Fine, but you owe me a boyfriend."
"Fine."
Jakotsu turned to Sango. "I'm fighting you, wench."
"That's nice, what's-your-name."
"Jakotsu! It's Jakotsu, you filthy woman!"
Bankotsu smirked at Miroku. "Nothing personal. Oh, wait, yes it is."
"What d'you mean?"
Bankotsu cracked his fingers. "Suikotsu was my little brother. What kind of person preys on little kids?"
"It wasn't me!"
"Sure. Your life is mine, pervert."
I'm such a liar! I said "Oh, I'll update everyday!" but have I? Nooooooo. Liar, liar, liar! Now I've gone and depressed myself. And the stupid 'E' key is stuck on the keyboard... And I have to get surgery... My life is falling to pieces all around me... Anyway, how many readers are female and how many are male? Review and say which one you are!