Forever an Illusion

Chapter 10: The Morning After

Sango's nose twitched. Something delightful smelling was arousing her senses. Bleary eyed, Sango sat up from the couch, realizing a soft indent was left next to her on the spot where Miroku had been sitting. She ran her hand over it, almost tenderly, before her eyes snapped open in realization.

The sun was streaming through the window blinds, and if Sango was not mistaken, it was very much dark when she had came here last night. A crimson blush crept across her cheeks. Sango had fallen asleep.

"Sango, are you awake? I'll make us breakfast, if you like." A voice called from the kitchen, beckoning to her. Sango got up and shuffled herself across the floor, meeting Miroku lazily by his side. Why didn't she bother to check the clock? It seemed far too early to Sango, and inside the caverns of her mind, Sango secretly longed to be sleeping back on the couch. The couch was cozy, and if she wasn't so shy, Sango would've invited Miroku to join her. She imagined the feel of her in his arms, the protection she would have felt. When Sango was massaging Miroku, Priest had let his arms fall limply to his side. She didn't dare disturb his peaceful slumber, by poking at him to get his arms secured around her.

"So how'd you like your eggs, Sango?" Miroku smiled, his voice bringing Sango back to reality. He placed a cup of coffee on the small table in the corner of the room. It was just big enough for two people, and served its purpose. Like the gentlemen he was, Miroku swiftly pulled out the chair, offering Sango a seat. "Scrambled? With Sugar?"

"Scrambled is fine, thanks." She said quietly, smiling up at him. She grabbed a napkin from the napkin holder and twisted it nervously around her fingers.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, Sango. I'm used to getting up early. I used to have a…a job, you could say. It had its deadlines, so I always used to get started right away. Now my body is used to waking up with the dawn, and I find it impossible to sleep any other way." He turned on the stove and put a frying pan on the burner to let it hear up a bit. "I also find that you get more done in the day, if you wake up early."

"Really, I'm perfectly fine with it, Miroku." She laughed. "You don't have to go explaining things to me, but if I could ask, what was your job?"

He froze. "Well, uhh…I wrote."

"You did?" Sango asked, fascinated. "What did you like to write, Miroku?" She leaned her elbows on the table, resting her chin in her hands.

"I liked ro-romance." Miroku responded shakily, scrapping her egg off the pan with a small spatula.

"Why'd you stop?"

Oh, how he hated lying to her! "Authors don't get a lot of pay, and if they do, it's almost impossible to get a book published. It got frustrating."

"So, I suppose you never got a book published, then?" Sango asked innocently, eyes wide as a child's.

Miroku bit down on to his lip, until he tasted blood. He was thankful his back was turned to her, otherwise Sango would've noticed. "No, I'm afraid not."

"Oh… I'm sorry. You must've worked really hard on your stories."

"Yes…I did." He placed the plate in front of her. "I can make more. See how you like it first."

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"Kera?" Sango lightly brushed her foot gently against the wolf. Here she was, slumped against the wall of the hallway, snoring.

"Kera!"

Kera stirred, rubbing her eyes, and blinking several times until her vision came into focus. "Sango-chan? What time is it?"

"It's 8 in the morning! I was just about to go out with Miroku."

Laughing nervously, the hanyou picked herself up, accepting a hand from Sango. "Morning, huh? So…that means… YOU SLEPT WITH MIROKU!"

Sango's eyes widened. "Technically, yes. We…we fell asleep on the couch and-"

"Oh, how cute! Sango's first real crush!" Kera giggled excitedly.

"Wait a minute-"

"Go get Miroku, you guys can tell me everything!"

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Golden eyes gazed out the window of his trailer. Just as before. There was no one, no one there. They had all vanished. Where did they go? Oh, he knew… he knew very well.

"Jaken!" Sesshomaru bellowed, calling forth his advisor. The toad scurried toward him, quick in bowing his head.

"Yes, my lord?" Jaken murmured into the ground.

"Do we have any information on the author? The womanizer, if you will."

"No, sir. But I have a plan. Don't you worry."

Sesshomaru gave a soft smile. "Good."

There then came a bang on the trailer door, causing Sesshomaru to straighten up and look presentable. It might be a fangirl. How he longed to be mobbed by a psychopathic fan girl. While Sesshomaru would only deny it, he secretly missed those actions. The knob turned and revealed-

"Sesshomaru!"

His eyes narrowed. "What do you want, girl? I actually thought you were someone important…"

Mikomi stared at Jaken for a second. "Lack of fan girls?"

"Afraid so, my lady."

"State your business here!" Sesshomaru frowned.

Mikomi cocked her head. He seemed more upset than usual. And his companion, he seemed a bit fidgety. These were the signs of something being planned, unknown to the maiden. "I was supposed to go out on a date with Gerard-"

Sesshomaru cleared his throat, signaling something.

She rolled her eyes "Erik, and I'm afraid I missed him. Can you possibly tell me where he is?"

A clawed hand pointed to the trailer across the street. Unlike the dog youkai's, it was swarmed with woman.

"Now leave!" Sesshomaru demanded, hurt flavoring his voice. Mikomi sympathized for him only a moment, and walked out, hearing the door slam behind her.

"That Scottish actor has made a mockery of my life! Jaken, follow her. I sense she knows something." He walked off, "If you can excuse me, I'm going inside to take a bubble bath."

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"Sango just started dating again and Kera and I want to protect her and-and that's why I never showed up. I'm so sorry, Gerard!" Mikomi pulled up her sleeve which had been savagely torn down when she tried to make her way into the trailer. Jaken, sadly, was not so lucky, as he found himself being trampled by women.

"I honestly don't know what to think. I served the man coffee once and well, he did something. He's nice; don't get me wrong, but something's up."

"How so?"

Jaken struggled to climb up onto a nearby tree to listen. Apparently, while Mikomi was role-playing as a waitress, the author managed to caress her butt. But that wasn't so wrong was it? He needed better information than that. Unfortunately, Jaken blacked out and was unable to process anymore details, with his tragic crash to the ground. It seems his little green body didn't have enough strength in order to hold him up.

TBC