More to Life
Chapter 18 - Everyone Needs a Helping Hand when Hurling
I don't own Inuyasha. Warning my first attempt to incorporate a song into a story. Song is Valentine by Martina McBride. Oh and be prepared…major fluff ahead! If Anyone who knows Mary Stam my beta reader whom I adore can you please please e-mail me. Or better yet if Mary you're reading this can you please e-mail me :)
If there were no words,
no way to speak,
I would still hear you.
If there were no tears,
no way to feel inside,
I'd still feel for you.
Sango froze, staring at Miroku with an expression similar to that of a deer caught in headlights. "M- M- Miroku," she finally managed to stutter out cursing her voice for revealing her shock.
"I was wondering when you'd realise it was me," Miroku teased drawing her closer.
Sango blushed, now that she knew it was Miroku she was dancing with it was a completely different story. "I- I- I don't know how to slow dance," she stuttered again scrambling for an excuse to get away, she needed to get out of his warm arms, she couldn't think straight with him staring directly into her eyes.
"It's okay," he reassured her pulling her closer – if possible - so now their bodies were moulded together. "I can teach you," he whispered softly in her ear.
"I- I-," Sango protested but then the momentary shock that had broken her momentarily out of her drunken state wore off and she gave in uttering a meek, "okay."
And even if the sun refused to shine,
even if romance ran out of rhyme,
you would still have my heart until the end of time. You're all I need my love, my Valentine.
All of my life,
I have been waiting for all you give to me.
You've opened my eyes and shown me how to love unselfishly.
Swaying back and forth soon lulled Sango into a rhythmic trance. She felt so warm and safe swaying back and forth with Miroku's arms around her, which she had to admit, felt wonderful. Sighing Sango leaned her head gently against Miroku's chest, and smiled when she heard his sharp intake of breath.
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before.
In my dreams I couldn't love you more.
I will give you my heart until the end of time.
You're all I need my love, my Valentine.
As the song started to wind down Sango looked up at Miroku and started to softly sign along. She wished the song would never end, that she could stay like this until the end of time.
And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time.
Cause all I need is you, my Valentine, oh.
You're all I need my love, my Valentine.
She sighed gently and closed her eyes with a light flutter as Miroku leaned down to kiss her. But before he could kiss her, she began to sway and felt herself falling towards the floor. But before she did she felt Miroku's strong arms grab her at the same time she heard him utter a swear. Sango felt herself lifted up into Miroku's arms and felt him sniff her breath.
"Damnit she's drunk!" she heard Miroku swear. "Ayame just how many drinks did she have?"
Sango heard Ayame's heels click as Ayame hurried over to where Miroku was holding her. "Oh my gosh," Ayame said frantically. "Is she okay?"
"Does she look alright?" Miroku asked it was the first time she had ever heard him sound angry. "She's completely wasted!"
"But how she only had three, maybe four drinks!" Ayame exclaimed.
"I have no clue but she's drunk that much is certain, I'm surprised she made it this long dancing." Miroku said.
"Oh my gosh!" Sango heard Kagome yell and felt her aura dash over hauling Inuyasha with her. "Sango!"
Sango struggled to say that she was fine but it just came out as gibberish.
"Miroku what's wrong with Sango?" Kagome asked.
"She's drunk that's what," Inuyasha said pinching his nose after smelling her foul breath.
"Oh no!" Kagome exclaimed close to tears. "I promised I'd watch out for her and then I leave and she ends up getting drunk, I feel so terrible! I'm such an awful friend! It was my idea to bring her here in the first place!"
"Kagome don't blame yourself, we are all at fault," Miroku said.
Sango saw Inuyasha put an arm around her comfortingly.
"But I feel so terrible," Kagome said looking up at Inuyasha. "I mean what kind of friend just goes off and leaves her best friend to drink herself unconscious at the bar!"
"Well what are we going to do with her?" Inuyasha asked. "We can't stay here with her any longer."
"We're going home that's what," Kagome said.
"No need Kagome," Miroku said. "Stay and enjoy the party, I will take Sango home."
"But-" Kagome protested.
"No he's right," Inuyasha said. "If we all were to leave it wouldn't look right and the other vampires might suspect something. She's is after all only supposed to be a slave."
"Inuyasha is right," Miroku said.
Sango could see how badly Kagome wanted to come but reluctantly she nodded seeing the sense in what they said and finally she replied, "alright, but I expect a call as soon as Sango wakes up. I'll come over and try and ease her hangover."
"Certainly," Miroku assured her. "No go before anybody suspects anything."
"Fine," Kagome said and allowed Inuyasha to lead her back to the dance floor.
Then she felt Miroku carry her towards the door. And in the warmth of Miroku's embrace drifted into the blackness.
Sango awoke the next morning to an ear-splitting headache. Groaning she struggled to sit up. "Oh gods I feel horrible," she moaned. Looking at the clock she exclaimed. "I can't believe it, it's 1 o'clock already!" Standing up she attempted to make her way to the kitchen to brew herself a fresh mug of coffee but the second she tried to move her stomach revolted and Sango found herself dashing to the toilet where she was violently sick.
After what seemed like an eternity Sango found herself able to lift her head. It took a moment to realize that there was someone there holding her hair out of her face. "Kagome?" she asked weakly her voice soar from being sick.
"Nope it's Miroku," her friend said brightly handing her a glass of water. "I was wondering how long you'd sleep. Good morning, or should I say good afternoon?"
"Stop it with the wise cracks Miroku," Sango said bitterly as she held her head over the toilet. "I'm not in the mood, my head feels like there are a thousand drums beating inside, I've just thrown up and I feel downright miserable."
"Sorry," Miroku apologized flushing the toilet for her. "I forget what having a hangover is like. One definite advantage to being a vampire, you can drink as much as you want and never get sick."
"Don't rub it in," Sango grumbled and opened her mouth to complain some more about her headache but never got the chance as another bout of retching ensued. When she was finished, she moaned, "I promise I'll never drink again if this agony goes away," as two tears leaked out of her eyes. She hated feeling so helpless, it brought back memories of her old life.
"It's okay Sango," Miroku said sympathetically as he rubbed her back like he would a small child. "You'll feel better soon, the feeling never lasts forever."
"I just feel so horrible," Sango said wiping away the tears. "What happened last night?"
"Well basically you got drunk," Miroku said
"I know that smart-one," Sango said. "But what happened? The last thing I remember is dancing with you and then everything is all fuzzy…"
"Well you did down 4 or so drinks, what can you expect," Miroku chuckled which earned him a glare from Sango. "Sorry, but you are really quite funny when you're drunk Sango."
"I- I didn't do anything too embarrassing did I?" Sango asked nervously.
"Don't worry, my ego will survive," Miroku said jokingly.
"Thanks not what I meant Miroku and you know it," Sango said and then blushed and looked down as she went on. "What I meant was did I do anything or say anything that…." just then Sango noticed she was wearing her pj's! Looking up she noticed the outfit she had worn last night dripping dry on a peg in the shower. "Miroku," she growled ominously blushing as she hastily covered her chest with her arms. "Explain now…and it better be good."
Miroku immediately winced and then much so Sango's surprise blushed. "You don't miss a thing do you. Ummm…well Sango you see…..ummm well I don't know if you remember..what am I saying of course you don't remember…what happened you see is…" Miroku rambled on nervously. Sango would have found Miroku's tripping over his own words funny in almost any other scenario but as it was she just stared at him wait for him to spit it out.
Finally Miroku stopped to a deep breath and then said very calmly, "Okay well last night when we got home you threw up all over yourself. I couldn't let you go to bed…like that so I phoned Kagome but her she must not have heard her cell at the party because she didn't answer it. So I helped you to put on your pyjama's I tried to get you to do it yourself but you couldn't so I was forced to help you and I swear now, Sango I swear to god my intentions were honourable and nothing happened, I didn't grope you or anything and I didn't look more than necessary. So please," he said holding his head. "please don't hurt me!"
Sango stared at him for a long moment and then said slowly, "I believe you."
"Thank heavens," Miroku said feverentely.
"But I'm checking Kagome's cell phone sometime and if it says you didn't call her first you are in trouble with a capital T Miroku!" Sango said and then after a moment in a voice so quiet Miroku almost didn't hear her Sango said, "so I guess you saw the scars hey."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement. There was no way to evade this one.
Miroku paused a moment before saying, "yes." There was an awkward silence before he asked. "Naraku?"
Sango nodded silently wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hide the various scars along her back. Slowly she lowered herself to the ground, "yeah Naraku."
"I'm sorry Sango," Miroku said unsure of what to do at a time like this. "I'd take the pain from you if I could."
"I know you would," Sango said softly silently laying her head on his knee. It was impossible to tell how many minutes they spent like that before Sango put on a falsely bright smile and said, "Well at least there's one advantage to this. From now on I won't have to endure you continually groping me. That is one definite advantage to having these."
"Sango, I don't think you're any less beautiful because of those scars. I want you to know that, seeing your scars doesn't change how I feel about you," Miroku said softly sitting on the edge of the tub and putting a hand on Sango's shoulder. "If anything I think more of you, you must be one of the strongest people I know. I don't know if I would have remained unbroken under Naraku's….'discipline'……..You're scars are a part of what makes you Sango. You shouldn't feel ashamed of them you should be proud you survived."
Sango was silent for a moment and then unwrapped her arms and looked up at him her eyes gleaming. "Thanks Miroku," she said, "somehow you always know just what I need to hear. Thank you for being here I really appreciate it."
"No problem, anytime you need someone to hold you hair out of your face while you hurl away, or strip away your clothes just give me a call and I'll come," Miroku said smiling.
Sango punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Pervert," she muttered grinning.
"I take it you're feeling better by the way you have resumed you abuse?" Miroku said. "Enough to follow me to the kitchen for my hangover remedy?"
"I think so, that or a really large mug of coffee," Sango said allowing Miroku to help her to her feet.
"You know," Miroku said as he helped her walk to the kitchen one arm around her waist, "I know what the best way to avoid a hangover is."
"What?" Sango said.
"Don't drink the night before," Miroku replied chuckling briefly before wincing in pain as Sango cuffed him across the back of the head.
To be continued…
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