Okay, Miroku was so nonchalant about being arrested because he already had the mindset about being arrested; if it happened earlier than expected, so be it. Now the 'D' key on my keyboard is stuck; I could hardly get onto the internet... :(
Chapter Seventeen: And I tear my heart open
"Okay, Ito, you get one phone call."
"Thanks. How long?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"'Kay."
He picked up the phone gratefully and dialed his home number. Sango answered, her voice anxious. "Houshi-sama?"
"Have you answered the phone that way every time someone's phoned, Sango?"
"Oh, god, I thught you wouldn't phone."
"Well, I did, ai. The beds arrive?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Just divvy up the rooms between the three of you. Oh, and get Inuyasha to help you assemble them."
"Alright. Do you have a lawyer?"
"Yeah. His name is Kuranosuke. Um, ai, can you put Kagome on? I need to tell her something."
Sango sounded slightly upset. "Sure. Kagome!"
"What?"
"Houshi-sama wants to talk to you."
"To me? Why?"
"I don't know."
Kagome took the phone from Sango. "Miroku-sama?"
"I like Sango."
"What?"
"I like Sango."
"We all like her..."
"I mean I love her."
"How sweet! Why don't you tell her?"
"I don't know if she feels the same way..."
Sango had walked upstairs. She picked up the phone quietly and put a hand over the mouthpiece, placing it against her ear. She heard Miroku's voice first. "... Will you go out with me?"
"Yes. Perfect."
Sango hung up quietly. Inuyasha came out of Kagome's room holding a screwdriver, where he had been setting up a bed. "Are you goin' to help me?"
She didn't answer, as tears were streaming silently down her face. Inuyasha looked worried. "Sango?"
"It's okay, Inuyasha. I'll be fine."
"I wasn't worried!"
"So I should just say will you go out with me?"
"Yes. Perfect. She won't be able to say no."
The warden came up behind Miroku and tapped him on the shoulder. Miroku hurriedly said, "Bye, Kagome. You've been a huge help."
"Off the phone. Times up. You're lucky. We're the smallest station in Tokyo. At the moment, you're our only prisoner."
He re-handcuffed the young man roughly and shoved him back in the cell. "I'll bring you food in an hour, Ito."
He slammed the door shut roughly. Miroku lay down on the cell cot wearily, staring at the ceiling as if in a trance.
Three chapters left, people. Less than a week left. I think I'm going to cry...