1Chapter 2

Sugar we're going down

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"For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction..." 2 Skinnee J's.

The bleeding sun rose in the morning, breaking the darkness and spilling into Miroku's bedroom.

A very rude and annoying thing for Miroku. He didn't want to move from his bed for weeks, if he could help it. But he did, he was even up before his beloved was. He first went to the bathroom and decided to take a shower after relieving himself. He turned the hot water on and balanced the cold and the hot water to a perfect temperature. His clothes and underwear dropped to the floor. He stepped in under the cascading water, reveling in it's warmth. He grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his palm. He ran it through his hair, lathering. He finished and rinsed it away. He washed the rest of his body and then lingered for a while. The warm water gently running over his pale flesh. He turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed the lime green towel that hung on the rack across from the shower, on the wall. He dried his hair with it first and then wrapped it around himself. He pulled out the hair dryer and began to dry his silky, black hair.

Sango awoke to the sound of the hair dryer, not quite a pleasant sound to awake to. She put her robe around her nightgown and headed towards the bathroom. She slowly turned the knob to the bathroom door, and there was Miroku standing there in a towel, drying his hair. He didn't even seem to notice as she stepped into the room, and stood behind him. She threw her arms around her beautiful fiancé.

"I'm going to go fix some breakfast sweety, come down when you get finished. I need to tell you something. Love you." She said as she kissed him on the cheek. She smiled and left the small room.

"Hmmmm," Miroku sighed. He really did love the girl. He finished up drying his hair and then put it up in a neat dragontail that he always kept it in. He looked at himself in the mirror, his violet eyes sparkled. He smiled, 'Am I truly...happy?' He gave a sly smile...he wasn't happy, he was overjoyed beyond comprehension. He sauntered down the stairs and the smell from the kitchen wafted down the hall. He followed the smell to the kitchen where he saw Sango setting out a big breakfast.

"MMMMmmmmm, thank you sweetie." Miroku walked around to her and gave her a big kiss. He pulled out a chair for her to sit in and motioned for her to take a seat. She smiled and bowed her head in gratitude. He took a seat as well.

"Now what was it that you were supposed to tell me?" Miroku asked playfully. She gave him a sultry look and toyed with him.

"Not yet." She replied simply. "Eat some first...Doctor..." She giggled. Miroku rolled his eyes.

"Okay, if you insist..." He stuffed his face. He hadn't had a really good meal in ages it seemed.

He took a huge bite of toast and that's when Sango decided that she couldn't wait any longer to say it.

"I'm pregnant!" Sango yelled. Miroku seriously choked on his toast. He coughed violently. Sango freaked out.

"Oh Miroku, I'm sorry!" She said as she pounded him on the back a few times. He finally choked it up and sat there gasping for air...FINALLY letting the information process through his head.

"You're...preg ...pregnant?" Miroku said astonished. Sango smiled and Miroku blinked and then threw his arms around Sango and shouted with joy. He couldn't believe what he ahd just heard, they had been trying to have a kid for over a year now and they were about to turn to fertility drugs. He kissed her deeply and held her as tight as he could. His dreams were coming true, a family, a good job, a nice house...love. Sango kept him held tight as she led him to the bedroom...kicked open the door and threw him on the bed. She crawled onto of her hunky doctor and began to kiss him with such a ferocity that his lips tingled. Just then something in Miroku's pocket vibrated...oh snap. He wanted to ignore it so bad, but he knew it could be someone's life if he ignored it. He pushed Sango back and took the small pager out of his pocket and sure enough it was the hospital calling him.

"Damn it!" Miroku complained.

"Do you really have to go Miroku?" Sango dared to ask. Slightly annoyed Miroku replied.

"Of course I do, what do you think?" He didn't mean to use that tone at all.

"Fine, whatever, go. I'll be fine here, alone." Sango bit back. He grabbed his phone and his coat and kissed Sango goodbye. She pulled away slightly and turned to the window as he left out the door.

"KAAAAAMIIIIII!" Sango screamed at the top of her lungs. She fell down on the floor and cried. 'This always happens!' she thought.

Miroku got into his car and drove as quick as he could to the dreaded hospital... 'Now what was so bad that they had to call me from my vacation to attend to..' He asked himself.

He got to the hospital, parked and got out of his car. He ran towards the ER bay and asked the first nurse he saw what was going on. The nurse looked a little frazzled but gave him the information in haste.

"Dr. Takara, there's a young man in critical condition that got raped and assaulted. They thought you'd be the best doctor to deal with this kind of situation so they called you." The nurse finished.

"I see," said Miroku. "What room is he in?"

"The last one down that hall on the left." He thanked her and rushed off down the hall.

He stepped into room 524, a young man named Hatori, 22 years old, had apparently been trying to score some drugs and ended up getting beaten and raped by a drug lord and his gang. He had excessive tearing in his lower extremities, Multiple knife slashes to his back and chest, a concussion, and a few broken ribs. They beat him halfway unconscious and then stripped him of his dignity. Miroku tried not to show the pain in his face, he felt so bad for this boy. Just then one of Miroku's nurses walked in the room.

"I see they actually got in touch with you, I would have thought that you would've ignored them since it's been so long since you've had a break." Nurse Higarashi smiled at Miroku and then looked at the boy in the bed sadly. "He came in here crawling through the entrance, bawling and bleeding everywhere. He didn't have any clothes on or nothing." She sighed. "He wouldn't let anyone near him except for me and I held him until the doctor could sneak up on him and give him the tranquilizer. He passed out with his head in my lap. I cried. The other doctor says he's gonna need someone he can trust to take care of him. That's why they called you...everyone gravitates towards you..." Kagome looked into Miroku's eyes. Miroku stared back.

"Well I'm glad they called me then, this is a very sad situation and I'll do my best to help him. He looked at the guy's figure and noted how thin and pale he looked. His dark hair covered one of his eyes. Kagome scoffed all of a sudden...

"Oh I almost forgot, they ran his ID or whatever to get some background on him and guess what they found..." Kagome's eyes got all big.

"What?" Miroku questioned.

"It turns out that he is a med student training to be a doctor. He went to your med school at one point too, the year you were graduating." Kagome nodded her head.

"So at least you guys have something in common." She smiled at Miroku. He watched as the young nurse left the room. 'What is it with that girl...' Miroku thought to himself. He always felt weird when she was around. Like fuzzy kind of...she had that welcoming kind aura about her or something. Miroku walked closer to the boy's bed and leaned closer to him. He softly called his name... "Hatori? Hatori-sama? Hato..." The boy's eyes flew open and he flipped out. He looked around the room frantically and then at Miroku.

"Hey Hatori, you're okay, calm down, no one is going to hurt you here, I promise. We know most of what happened and right now we have you stabilized, but if you move around too much your wounds will rip open again and we won't be able to help you. My name is Miroku or Dr. Takara if you'd rather use that." Hatori cut him off.

"Oh god do they know where I am? Do you think that they'll find me? I'm so scared, I'm scared, I'm scared...I'm scared..." He sobbed into his hands. Miroku moved closer, he had never seen a young man cry like that before. He put his hand on the boys shoulder, and surprisingly the boy didn't move away.

"Hatori? Do you think that you could tell us exactly what happened?" Miroku asked. The boy nodded and then softly told his story to Miroku. Horrified at what he was hearing he was actually surprised that the boy was still even partially sane. They had found him as he hid behind a dumpster, he had ran away from the mob that was almost hot on his trail. They beat him and slammed his head to the pavement and then tied him up. They taunted him, spat on him, stabbed him, and sliced him. Then they tore off his clothes and then one after the other raped him until he blacked out. They kicked him a few more times and then left him to die. He woke up bleeding and tried to run the couple of blocks to the hospital, at one point he fell down and just didn't have the strength to stand back up, so he crawled the rest of the way. Next thing he knows he crawls up to this nurse girl and passed out on her lap after batting away some doctors. Tears were streaming heavily down the young man's face. Miroku wrote down what the boy told him.

"Hatori, I'm so sorry. As long as you're here nothing will happen to you and if you need anything at all, press that red button and call for me, do you remember my name?"

"Yes..." the boy said. "Miroku."

Miroku smiled at Hatori and then left the boy alone.

He walked down the bright white corridor and back to the nurse's station. He let Kagome know what was going on and then went and retired to his office. He called up the main doctor, Dr. Kyoto and asked how long he'd be needing him.

"At least three days Dr. Takara, I'm sorry about your vacation..." The man said.

Miroku scoffed. "It's okay, really, I'm glad I can be here to help Hatori." They both hung up.

He then called Sango to tell her the news.

"Riiiiing...riiiiing...riiiing..." No one answered. 'That's weird.' He thought. He left a message on their answering machine.

"Hey sweetie, I'm sorry about having to run out but there's a patient up here that's been through and awful lot and they just thought I'd be best for the job. I'm not sure when I'm going to be coming home again but the boss said I have to be here for at least three days. I really am sorry, and I love you. Please call me back when you get this. OK. Later sweetie." Miroku hung up. A chill ran down his spine, an eerie feeling, but he just kinda shook it off and went back to work.

Over the next four days he had worked at least 80 hours and Sango hadn't called him back or answered the phone. He was sleep deprived and worried that something might be wrong. He finally went and talked his boss into letting him go that day. He sped home and opened the door swiftly. Got in the elevator and got off on his floor. He unlocked the door and rushed inside. He scanned the place for signs of Sango. He didn't see her in the livingroom or kitchen, he slowly made his way and peeked in the bathroom, no Sango. Then he opened the bedroom door slowly...

There was Sango on top of... "Inuyasha!" Miroku screamed in astonishment at the scene layed out before him. "What the fuck is going on here! OHHHH my gods!" Miroku started bawling and dropped to his knees, head in his hands. He wanted to burn out his retinas at that moment because of what he just saw. They were scrambling to put their clothes on, he heard 'em. He stood back up, fury in his eyes. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME SANGO!" He turned to Inuyasha. "I want to ask you one question Inuyasha..." He said as his voice trembled. Inuyasha nodded, feeling horrible about the whole situation.

"Which one of you initiated this? DON'T lie..." Miroku's voice seethed.

"Sango called me over to talk because she had been upset...so I came over and she kissed me...things got out of control, Miroku I'm so sorry." Miroku couldn't hear this from him right now. "Get out Inuyasha...this is between her and I now..." Sango started to cry as Inuyasha left her alone with Miroku. He moved closer to her and looked her in the face.

"Why?" was the only thing that would come out of his mouth at that moment. He sat himself down on the bed and cried into his hands. He hadn't wept like that since his dad died. That's when something popped into his mind, something he had forgotten about. 'What about the baby?' he thought.

"Sango...what are we going to do about our child now? What are we gonna tell our baby?" Miroku looked up at her, his piercing violet eyes met cold chocolate ones. She slowly replied.

"Miroku I couldn't raise a kid like this, his/her daddy always at work." She said simply.

"What are you trying to say?" He asked angrily.

"There is NO baby, MIROKU!" He had heard wrong, he swore to himself he didn't just hear what Sango had said .

"I had an abortion today." She said viciously.

"NOOOOOOOoooo!" Miroku stood up and screamed at her.

"What the fuck! How could you do that to me? Get the FUCK OUT!" He pushed her towards the door and then opened it and forced her out. He slammed the door behind her but then reopened it quickly. "Don't EVER come back!" He slammed the door again with even more force. He broke down...he broke down. He picked up a bunch of stuff and threw it at walls, he took all the pictures of him and Sango and broke the frame, glass shattering in a million pieces, they had shared the same brutal fate of his heart. The last photo he picked up had him smiling and holding a puppy and Sango rolling in the grass laughing at him behind him. Moments he'll never have again. He lit the fire place and took all the photos from their broken frames and tossed them into the burning pit. After they were nothing but aash he turned the fire place off and went and immediately passed out on his couch. Exhaustion had overtaken him finally.

END OF CHAPTER 2

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