(A/N: Look, okay, I know this is way off the subject. . . but. . . last night I went to a Dashboard Confessional concert! EEEEEPPP!! It was awesome! There were different bands opening up for them too! I haven't really heard much of them. . . but they were pretty good. Hmm, I forgot the first band's name, but I know the other two were called 'The Get Up Kids' and 'Thrice'. Thrice was pretty heavy, but really awesome! The only downfall that I didn't like about the concert was the pushing and the shoving and everything. Hmm. . . now I can include one of these moments in one of my fanfics perhaps! Woohooo! DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL ROCKS!)
Chapter 7 - Sober
Sango is laid down wrapped in a velvet dark purple blanket. She lays on a huge, king-sized round bed. The room is decorated with elaborate designs. Slowly, Sango stretches in the bed and rubs her face on the pillow.
'Mmm. . . soft pillow. Finally the fabric isn't as rough as before. . . I'll have to remember to tip the house-keeper. .' Sango thought to herself.
'I must be in my bed. . . that must mean that Kagome is safe. Whew. What time is it?' Sango flung her arm in the direction where the tiny table was to grab her cell to check the time, but she felt nothing but air.
'Wh-what the hell?' Sango raised her head lazily to see if the table had been moved. Her eyes widened as she saw that she was not in her room. She sat up in the bed suddenly and looked around. Everything on the bed was dark purple. The silk bed sheets, the pillow cases, and velvet blanket. Sango began to breath heavily in fear and shock as she looked around the room.
"Oh shit! Where the fuck am I!?" Sango gasped as she uncoiled herself from the blankets and got off the bed. She nearly fell on her face because she hadn't realized that the bed was so high and that there were tiny stairs to walk down.
"What the fuck am I wearing?! Where are my clothes?!" Sango screamed as she felt a different weight as she walked. She looked through a mirror and saw that she was wearing a baggy, black shirt and baggy, black sweats. Sango sighed with relief as she felt her dress underneath.
"Are you always this potty-mouthed?" a voice called from behind her. Sango cracked her neck to turn towards the voice. Her eyes widened as she saw Miroku leaning suavely on the frame of the door.
"How are you feeling?" Miroku asked calmly. He gave her a charming grin. Sango clenched her hands into fists as she stomped closer to him.
"YOU PERVERT!" she exclaimed as she slapped him straight across the face. A dizzy Miroku lay on the carpet.
"I. . . can. . . explain. . . " Miroku forced out nervously as Sango threatened to slap him again.
"Well? I'm waiting. . . " Sango said impatiently as she held up her fist. Miroku gulped as he got up and took a few steps back.
"Last night. . . when we couldn't find Kagome. . . you just passed out. . ." Miroku explained as he rubbed his cheek.
". . .so I figured I couldn't look for them with you unconscious and I brought you here. . . " Sango began tapping the carpet with her bare foot impatiently. Miroku gulped as he tried speeding up with his explanation.
". . . and I guess the rest is history?" Miroku shrugged. Sango raised an eyebrow.
"And how would you explain these?" Sango asked irritatingly as she flared out the sweats and shirt. "And the bed? And your room?" Sango's tapping on the carpet sped up. Miroku gulped again as he forgot about that detail.
"It was cold that night. . . and you were just wearing that. . .so to dodge the risk of getting pneumonia. . . I gave you a few pajamas. . . it's perfectly innocent." Miroku inched back at the flaring girl. Her hands were still in fists.
"And the bed. . . well, would you have found it better if you were sleeping in the cold living room on that rough couch?" Miroku crossed his arms across his chest. Sango's eyes died down a bit, but were still fused with anger. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"But, of course, I didn't mind it and spent the night on the couch myself." he quickly added in. She dropped her brow and continued tapping her foot on the carpet.
"My room. . . ah, let's see. . . I guess this question doesn't need much explanation. . . would you have rather slept in Inuyasha's?" Miroku asked as he smiled confidently. Sango dropped her fists and smirked.
"Thank you Mr. Houshi for giving me a place to stay in my time of need. . . that was very. . . err. . . noble of you. . ." she finally spoke as she straightened up her stance. Miroku sighed with relief as her voice's tone was calm.
"And I suppose it was gentleman enough for you to let me sleep in your bed. . ." Sango's head bent down. She gave a small laugh. Miroku tried to look at her face as he was confused at her reaction. Sango lifted up her head to reveal a small smile. Miroku gave an uneasy smile in return, but then Sango's smiled faded into a look of disgust.
"But it was fairly warm in your room and therefore giving no use for a clothing change, you pervert!" she exclaimed as she slapped him across his face, making him fall on the carpet floor. She held up her nose high as she stepped on him in order to escape the bedroom.
Just as she exited, she gasped and turned back. Miroku was just getting up as he held onto the door for support. He heard her gasp and turned back in horror as he thought she was going to come back for another hit.
"I didn't see anything, I swear! Your dress was on the whole time! I didn't look at anything. . . well. . . maybe something. . . one thing. . . but that was it! I swear!" he said quickly. Sango ran up to him, she wore a different expression than he thought she would. She looked worried.
"If you brought me here after we couldn't find them. . . then that means that we didn't find them. . . which results that they could be anywhere?!" Sango asked as she clutched his collar. Her eyes were filled with worry and Miroku couldn't stop staring into her deep brown pools of concern. He sighed as he nodded his head. Sango dropped his collar and looked away.
"Oh God. . . Oh God. . ." Sango turned away from him and her knees went out. Before she could fall, Miroku caught her in his arms and she looked at him.
"This seems familiar. . . only your eyes were closed." Miroku smiled at her. Sango looked at him and nearly melted in his charming smiling. Wait? Melted?! Charming smile?! Sango couldn't possibly be going soft on the lecher. . . not after all of those 'wandering hand' movements. Could her thoughts about him possibly change after just one night?
Sango gave in to a tinge of pink on her cheeks. She released herself from his embrace and walked a few steps in front of him.
"We need to find Kagome. . .Who knows where she and Inuyasha had gone?" Sango said finally as she turned around and made sure the blush had worn off. Miroku nodded.
"Yes. . . but how?" he questioned. Sango paused for a moment, and looked at him.
"I don't know. . . but we have got to look. . . anywhere." She turned her head and walked towards her flip flops by the door. "First we should go back to my hotel. . . "
Miroku grinned at her words. "Words ringing through my ears, dear Sango." he said dreamily. Sango rolled her eyes.
"First of all, Kagome might be there. Second of all, if she isn't then I could change from this dress and into something more casual. And third of all, you're such a lecher." Sango finished as she left Miroku with a matching hand print on the opposite side of his face where the other one had been.
Sango and Miroku stood out in front of her hotel. She waited as Miroku paid the cab driver for their ride.
'I'm going to be paying loads on my bill. . . all I wanted to do was make a movie! But, in exchange, I get a stubborn-headed, best friend, actor that needs a bargain in order to HELP me. Why am I doing all of this again?. . . ' Miroku sighed to himself as he placed his wallet in his back pocket and turned to Sango. She looked at the hotel, and turned back to him and smiled.
'. . . oh. Right. That.'
"So where to, Lady Sango?" Miroku asked as he gave a small bow. Sango laughed and nodded her head as she gestured him to follow her. She lead him into the elevator. It had mirrors as walls, and she looked at herself. Sango still wore the black pajamas that Miroku had 'generously' given her.
"Exactly, what did you see?" she broke the silence. Miroku looked at her with a confused expression.
"You know, before I started panicking about Kagome's absence. . . you said that you saw one thing. Exactly, what did you see?" Sango crossed her arms across her chest. Miroku gulped and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, that." he replied as he gave a few uneasy laughs. Sango just raised her eyebrow. The elevator stopped and opened on their floor. Miroku gave a sigh of relief as he walked out.
"Well?" Sango's voice questioned behind him. He nearly fell on his face. She just wouldn't give up.
"Why must you know?" he asked. Bad, bad, bad question. Sango brought her eye brows together and stomped towards him.
"First of all, it's my body that you invaded. Second of all, since it is my body then I should have the right to know what you saw." Miroku gave a large gulp. The girl did have a way with her words. . . damn it. Miroku turned his head as he mumbled.
"What?" Sango asked irritatingly as she walked towards her room. Miroku cleared his throat and mumbled words once again.
"Huh?" she asked again as she reached the door. Miroku sighed.
"I said I saw your. . ."
An edge of sun strikes through the small crevice from the curtain. It lands right on Kagome's eyes and she uses her hand to cover the piercing light.
"Mmm. . . make the sun go away. . . " she moaned as she turned in her bed.
'The blanket feels so soft. . . almost like human flesh. . ' Kagome thought to herself as she nuzzled her head on the blanket. She opens her eyes suddenly as she hears something from her 'blanket'.
'Wha-wha-what is that?!' she asks herself as she listens to the constant thumping. Kagome was too lazy and to rise up from her bed to see what was wrong with her blanket, and kept on trying to guess the source. 'It almost sounds. . . like. . . a. . . heartbeat?'
Before Kagome could react or continue her guessing, a rush of warmth covered her entire body. She gave into the comforting warmth and fell asleep once again. Suddenly, there was the sound of a loud crash at the door.
"YOU SAW MY UNDERWEAR?" Sango's voice roared. A large thump was heard on the floor.
"And a bit of your torso. . . and maybe just a hint of your bra. . . " Miroku added in as he lay on the floor with several hand marks on his face.
"So basically, you saw under my dress!?" Sango concluded as she lifted him by the collar of his shirt.
"I didn't ask to see your torso and above! You practically showed it to me!" Miroku defended himself. Sango let go of his collar.
"How could I? You said that I fainted!" She yelled back at him.
"You did faint! But I suppose you also drank a hint of alcohol because you woke up when I was giving you clothes! Then you started complaining about the uncomfy dress and began loosening it!" Miroku replied.
"Well you should've stopped me! After all, that would've been the true polite thing to do, you know!" Sango yelled as she shoved his shoulder and walked towards the bedroom. He followed her and grabbed her wrist to face him.
"I did!" he replied. Sango just looked at his eyes. He was telling the truth.
"Fine." She replied as she gave in. Miroku sighed with content and became calm. ". . . but you have to be fair." she continued her sentence. Miroku paused and gave her a weird look.
"And how would I do that?" he asked. Sango gave a small laugh and she looked at him.
". . .Show me on you what you saw on me."
Sango walked back and forth in the bedroom as she waited for Miroku. She laughed and shook her head. Suddenly, she heard the soft sound of movement on the bed. Her and Kagome's beds were pushed together. There was a huge lump covered by the blankets.
'Could that be Kagome? Damn, I was so angry about that lecher that I forgot about her for a second!' Sango thought to herself as she walked towards the combined beds.
"Ka. . . Kagome?" she whispered as she poked the lump. There was a wiggling movement, and Sango took a step back. A side of the blanket swung open revealing Kagome in her tank top and short, short, shorts. But she wasn't alone.
"Good morning, Sango." Kagome said as she sat up from her bed. A rush of pain came across her head. She gave Sango a small smile, but it soon faded. Sango's eyes were widened with shock as she looked at Kagome in the bed.
"Sango, what's the matter with yo-" Kagome's words were cut off as the other side of the blanket swung open.
"Argh, my head hurts like fuck. Where the hell am I?" a rough and deep voice came on. Kagome gasped as she turned her head. She caught sight of silver-hair and gasped as she had no clue who this person was.
Suddenly, Miroku came into the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers. Sango turned to look at him and eyed his body. She gave in to a tinge of pink blush on her cheeks, and a small smile. She instantly wiped the smile off before Miroku could notice it.
Miroku's bare chest was fairly tanned. It wasn't too dark, and not too light. She eyed his muscular pectorals and four-pack. Sango nearly gave in to her knees at the vague sight of a 6-pack line. His arms were muscular as well, and his whole chest was perfect. His boxers were black with yellow smiley faces on them.
"I still don't see how this would make things fai–" Miroku walked in, and paused at the sight of Kagome and her strange bed partner.
"Inuyasha?. . ."
Chapter 7 - Sober
Sango is laid down wrapped in a velvet dark purple blanket. She lays on a huge, king-sized round bed. The room is decorated with elaborate designs. Slowly, Sango stretches in the bed and rubs her face on the pillow.
'Mmm. . . soft pillow. Finally the fabric isn't as rough as before. . . I'll have to remember to tip the house-keeper. .' Sango thought to herself.
'I must be in my bed. . . that must mean that Kagome is safe. Whew. What time is it?' Sango flung her arm in the direction where the tiny table was to grab her cell to check the time, but she felt nothing but air.
'Wh-what the hell?' Sango raised her head lazily to see if the table had been moved. Her eyes widened as she saw that she was not in her room. She sat up in the bed suddenly and looked around. Everything on the bed was dark purple. The silk bed sheets, the pillow cases, and velvet blanket. Sango began to breath heavily in fear and shock as she looked around the room.
"Oh shit! Where the fuck am I!?" Sango gasped as she uncoiled herself from the blankets and got off the bed. She nearly fell on her face because she hadn't realized that the bed was so high and that there were tiny stairs to walk down.
"What the fuck am I wearing?! Where are my clothes?!" Sango screamed as she felt a different weight as she walked. She looked through a mirror and saw that she was wearing a baggy, black shirt and baggy, black sweats. Sango sighed with relief as she felt her dress underneath.
"Are you always this potty-mouthed?" a voice called from behind her. Sango cracked her neck to turn towards the voice. Her eyes widened as she saw Miroku leaning suavely on the frame of the door.
"How are you feeling?" Miroku asked calmly. He gave her a charming grin. Sango clenched her hands into fists as she stomped closer to him.
"YOU PERVERT!" she exclaimed as she slapped him straight across the face. A dizzy Miroku lay on the carpet.
"I. . . can. . . explain. . . " Miroku forced out nervously as Sango threatened to slap him again.
"Well? I'm waiting. . . " Sango said impatiently as she held up her fist. Miroku gulped as he got up and took a few steps back.
"Last night. . . when we couldn't find Kagome. . . you just passed out. . ." Miroku explained as he rubbed his cheek.
". . .so I figured I couldn't look for them with you unconscious and I brought you here. . . " Sango began tapping the carpet with her bare foot impatiently. Miroku gulped as he tried speeding up with his explanation.
". . . and I guess the rest is history?" Miroku shrugged. Sango raised an eyebrow.
"And how would you explain these?" Sango asked irritatingly as she flared out the sweats and shirt. "And the bed? And your room?" Sango's tapping on the carpet sped up. Miroku gulped again as he forgot about that detail.
"It was cold that night. . . and you were just wearing that. . .so to dodge the risk of getting pneumonia. . . I gave you a few pajamas. . . it's perfectly innocent." Miroku inched back at the flaring girl. Her hands were still in fists.
"And the bed. . . well, would you have found it better if you were sleeping in the cold living room on that rough couch?" Miroku crossed his arms across his chest. Sango's eyes died down a bit, but were still fused with anger. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"But, of course, I didn't mind it and spent the night on the couch myself." he quickly added in. She dropped her brow and continued tapping her foot on the carpet.
"My room. . . ah, let's see. . . I guess this question doesn't need much explanation. . . would you have rather slept in Inuyasha's?" Miroku asked as he smiled confidently. Sango dropped her fists and smirked.
"Thank you Mr. Houshi for giving me a place to stay in my time of need. . . that was very. . . err. . . noble of you. . ." she finally spoke as she straightened up her stance. Miroku sighed with relief as her voice's tone was calm.
"And I suppose it was gentleman enough for you to let me sleep in your bed. . ." Sango's head bent down. She gave a small laugh. Miroku tried to look at her face as he was confused at her reaction. Sango lifted up her head to reveal a small smile. Miroku gave an uneasy smile in return, but then Sango's smiled faded into a look of disgust.
"But it was fairly warm in your room and therefore giving no use for a clothing change, you pervert!" she exclaimed as she slapped him across his face, making him fall on the carpet floor. She held up her nose high as she stepped on him in order to escape the bedroom.
Just as she exited, she gasped and turned back. Miroku was just getting up as he held onto the door for support. He heard her gasp and turned back in horror as he thought she was going to come back for another hit.
"I didn't see anything, I swear! Your dress was on the whole time! I didn't look at anything. . . well. . . maybe something. . . one thing. . . but that was it! I swear!" he said quickly. Sango ran up to him, she wore a different expression than he thought she would. She looked worried.
"If you brought me here after we couldn't find them. . . then that means that we didn't find them. . . which results that they could be anywhere?!" Sango asked as she clutched his collar. Her eyes were filled with worry and Miroku couldn't stop staring into her deep brown pools of concern. He sighed as he nodded his head. Sango dropped his collar and looked away.
"Oh God. . . Oh God. . ." Sango turned away from him and her knees went out. Before she could fall, Miroku caught her in his arms and she looked at him.
"This seems familiar. . . only your eyes were closed." Miroku smiled at her. Sango looked at him and nearly melted in his charming smiling. Wait? Melted?! Charming smile?! Sango couldn't possibly be going soft on the lecher. . . not after all of those 'wandering hand' movements. Could her thoughts about him possibly change after just one night?
Sango gave in to a tinge of pink on her cheeks. She released herself from his embrace and walked a few steps in front of him.
"We need to find Kagome. . .Who knows where she and Inuyasha had gone?" Sango said finally as she turned around and made sure the blush had worn off. Miroku nodded.
"Yes. . . but how?" he questioned. Sango paused for a moment, and looked at him.
"I don't know. . . but we have got to look. . . anywhere." She turned her head and walked towards her flip flops by the door. "First we should go back to my hotel. . . "
Miroku grinned at her words. "Words ringing through my ears, dear Sango." he said dreamily. Sango rolled her eyes.
"First of all, Kagome might be there. Second of all, if she isn't then I could change from this dress and into something more casual. And third of all, you're such a lecher." Sango finished as she left Miroku with a matching hand print on the opposite side of his face where the other one had been.
Sango and Miroku stood out in front of her hotel. She waited as Miroku paid the cab driver for their ride.
'I'm going to be paying loads on my bill. . . all I wanted to do was make a movie! But, in exchange, I get a stubborn-headed, best friend, actor that needs a bargain in order to HELP me. Why am I doing all of this again?. . . ' Miroku sighed to himself as he placed his wallet in his back pocket and turned to Sango. She looked at the hotel, and turned back to him and smiled.
'. . . oh. Right. That.'
"So where to, Lady Sango?" Miroku asked as he gave a small bow. Sango laughed and nodded her head as she gestured him to follow her. She lead him into the elevator. It had mirrors as walls, and she looked at herself. Sango still wore the black pajamas that Miroku had 'generously' given her.
"Exactly, what did you see?" she broke the silence. Miroku looked at her with a confused expression.
"You know, before I started panicking about Kagome's absence. . . you said that you saw one thing. Exactly, what did you see?" Sango crossed her arms across her chest. Miroku gulped and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, that." he replied as he gave a few uneasy laughs. Sango just raised her eyebrow. The elevator stopped and opened on their floor. Miroku gave a sigh of relief as he walked out.
"Well?" Sango's voice questioned behind him. He nearly fell on his face. She just wouldn't give up.
"Why must you know?" he asked. Bad, bad, bad question. Sango brought her eye brows together and stomped towards him.
"First of all, it's my body that you invaded. Second of all, since it is my body then I should have the right to know what you saw." Miroku gave a large gulp. The girl did have a way with her words. . . damn it. Miroku turned his head as he mumbled.
"What?" Sango asked irritatingly as she walked towards her room. Miroku cleared his throat and mumbled words once again.
"Huh?" she asked again as she reached the door. Miroku sighed.
"I said I saw your. . ."
An edge of sun strikes through the small crevice from the curtain. It lands right on Kagome's eyes and she uses her hand to cover the piercing light.
"Mmm. . . make the sun go away. . . " she moaned as she turned in her bed.
'The blanket feels so soft. . . almost like human flesh. . ' Kagome thought to herself as she nuzzled her head on the blanket. She opens her eyes suddenly as she hears something from her 'blanket'.
'Wha-wha-what is that?!' she asks herself as she listens to the constant thumping. Kagome was too lazy and to rise up from her bed to see what was wrong with her blanket, and kept on trying to guess the source. 'It almost sounds. . . like. . . a. . . heartbeat?'
Before Kagome could react or continue her guessing, a rush of warmth covered her entire body. She gave into the comforting warmth and fell asleep once again. Suddenly, there was the sound of a loud crash at the door.
"YOU SAW MY UNDERWEAR?" Sango's voice roared. A large thump was heard on the floor.
"And a bit of your torso. . . and maybe just a hint of your bra. . . " Miroku added in as he lay on the floor with several hand marks on his face.
"So basically, you saw under my dress!?" Sango concluded as she lifted him by the collar of his shirt.
"I didn't ask to see your torso and above! You practically showed it to me!" Miroku defended himself. Sango let go of his collar.
"How could I? You said that I fainted!" She yelled back at him.
"You did faint! But I suppose you also drank a hint of alcohol because you woke up when I was giving you clothes! Then you started complaining about the uncomfy dress and began loosening it!" Miroku replied.
"Well you should've stopped me! After all, that would've been the true polite thing to do, you know!" Sango yelled as she shoved his shoulder and walked towards the bedroom. He followed her and grabbed her wrist to face him.
"I did!" he replied. Sango just looked at his eyes. He was telling the truth.
"Fine." She replied as she gave in. Miroku sighed with content and became calm. ". . . but you have to be fair." she continued her sentence. Miroku paused and gave her a weird look.
"And how would I do that?" he asked. Sango gave a small laugh and she looked at him.
". . .Show me on you what you saw on me."
Sango walked back and forth in the bedroom as she waited for Miroku. She laughed and shook her head. Suddenly, she heard the soft sound of movement on the bed. Her and Kagome's beds were pushed together. There was a huge lump covered by the blankets.
'Could that be Kagome? Damn, I was so angry about that lecher that I forgot about her for a second!' Sango thought to herself as she walked towards the combined beds.
"Ka. . . Kagome?" she whispered as she poked the lump. There was a wiggling movement, and Sango took a step back. A side of the blanket swung open revealing Kagome in her tank top and short, short, shorts. But she wasn't alone.
"Good morning, Sango." Kagome said as she sat up from her bed. A rush of pain came across her head. She gave Sango a small smile, but it soon faded. Sango's eyes were widened with shock as she looked at Kagome in the bed.
"Sango, what's the matter with yo-" Kagome's words were cut off as the other side of the blanket swung open.
"Argh, my head hurts like fuck. Where the hell am I?" a rough and deep voice came on. Kagome gasped as she turned her head. She caught sight of silver-hair and gasped as she had no clue who this person was.
Suddenly, Miroku came into the bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers. Sango turned to look at him and eyed his body. She gave in to a tinge of pink blush on her cheeks, and a small smile. She instantly wiped the smile off before Miroku could notice it.
Miroku's bare chest was fairly tanned. It wasn't too dark, and not too light. She eyed his muscular pectorals and four-pack. Sango nearly gave in to her knees at the vague sight of a 6-pack line. His arms were muscular as well, and his whole chest was perfect. His boxers were black with yellow smiley faces on them.
"I still don't see how this would make things fai–" Miroku walked in, and paused at the sight of Kagome and her strange bed partner.
"Inuyasha?. . ."