The End of My World

Disclaimer: Y'all know what's coming next. I don't own blah blah blah. Inuyasha is not mine, neither are the characters. Yeah you get the idea…

A/N: Okay, let me just say that the main plot of this is a little bit of a true story. I heard it from my friend and she said she knows that person pretty well but I won't tell who, because that's not really important, is it? Yeah, and neither is my babbling right now.

Anyway, sorry it took so long to update. School is sooo busy right now and I'm pretty much failing a lot of my exams…TT

Ah, whatever. You probably just care about the story now so here it is.

Chapter 11

Miroku was stunned; and, well, so was I. my mysterious caller is definitely out to get me. What's worse is that we have no idea who it is.

"This is serious," Miroku commented. "We should go to the police."

I shook my head. "They already tried, remember? Besides, the one they caught wasn't even the bad guy. This one is a girl."

Miroku nodded his head. "Who do you think it is?"

"Dunno," I shrugged. Then I turned sharply and faced Miroku. "Kagome and Inuyasha can't know about this." I demanded in a very serious voice.

"Hai, hai, of course." Miroku waved his hand dismissively at me.

I shot him a playful glare as if to say I'm-seriously-gonna-kill-you-if-you-slip. He got the message…I think.

"Well then, now that we know that someone's after you, you'd probably need a bodyguard," he smirked. "Preferably someone who can stay close to you without drawing much suspicion from Inuyasha or Kagome."

I raised a brow at him. Somehow I had a feeling I knew where this would be going. "Like who?" I regretfully asked.

"I'm glad you asked me that!" Miroku exclaimed. "I'd be honored to do it." he bowed down low.

I gaped a moment before I regained myself again. "What makes you think that I would want you protecting me?"

"But Sango, dear, I think Kagome and/or Inuyasha would suspect something wrong if we suddenly bring along a big guy in a black suit to follow us around everywhere."

I guess he had a point. I mean, who better than Miroku? If he followed me around, no one would suspect a thing. After all, he does do it everyday. But…would he really be able to protect me? ...or would he end up the one hurting me…?

"Well, what do you say? Should I do it?"

"H-Huh? Wha?"

"Sango, were you even listening to a word I said?" Miroku looked at me intently

I shook my head. "Nope! Not a word."

He sighed with his head hung low. He looked like he was about to break into tears.

"Oh, Sango, do you even know how much it hurts me whenever you ignore me?" Miroku brought his hand up to his face and made a hurt expression.

I laughed at this. Even if the situation gets serious, he can always manages to make it lighter. But…I guess that's just one of the reasons I like Miroku so much. Not that he knows I like him or anything.

So after he re-explained how well he would do if I gave him a chance to be my bodyguard, I accepted his offer. So, as of then, Miroku has just pledged his life to protecting me…I think.

Actually, I wasn't really sure what I had accepted. It was just an offer right?

"Come on." Miroku outstretched his hand for me to get up.

I nodded and accepted his hand. He helped me up from the couch which we were sitting on during the whole conversation about last nights threats.

Due to last nights events, Miroku suggested that I cancel my plans with Kagome for a while. I was reluctant at first, but then thought about it and realized he was right. I sped dialed Kagome cell an cancelled my schedules with her.

"Ohh, but Sango, why? Are you mad at me or something?" Kagome whined through the phone.

"Kagome! Would you shut up and let me explain!" I snapped. Taking a deep breath, I continued. "It's just gonna be for a little while. I have a lot of stuff going on. I'll call you back when I get the time. I'm really sorry for this."

"But, Sango…" she sounded like she was about to cry.

"Oh, and Kags? We probably shouldn't even see each other for a while."

"Sango…why are you doing this!"

"Relax. You should take this as an opportunity to get some time alone with Inuyasha." I teased.

I hung up the phone before she could even say anything back. Sure, I felt bad for doing this. Lying and keeping secrets from my best friend; but it's for her own good. I wouldn't want her or Inuyasha to get involved.

Sighing deeply, I looked at Miroku. He gave me the look that said you-did-the-right-thing. He patted my back as a way of comforting me. Note: Back. Not bottom. Back.

I sighed again.

It's almost over.

The voice rang through my head over and over. It sort of got me thinking. If I died, would anyone really care? Of course, Kagome would cry, Inuyasha would comfort her, and that would be it. Then they'd go back to living their lives as if nothing happened. They'll move on.

But…what about Miroku? What would he do? Maybe go and flirt some more, perhaps grope a few women? Would it even affect him?

Thoughts about what would happen started to swirl around in my head. The train of probabilities dragged on and on.

I shook my head to clear everything away.

This definitely wasn't the time for thinking about stupid things like how useless my life was. No. I had to make something better out of myself. After all, Miroku was trying so hard. I should at least try too. Stay alive and be positive, that is.

"Are you alright?"

I shot him another playful look. "My life is only being threatened by some psychopathic maniac. Of course I'm alright. Jeez Miroku, what did you think?"

"Your sarcasm isn't really helping, Sango-chan." Miroku said in a sing-song voice, with just a tinge or seriousness.

Breathing in heavily, I managed to push the last of my pessimistic thoughts to the back of my head. I calmed down for a bit, just relaxing and enjoying having Miroku around. It's really weird, don't you think? Miroku always tells me that all his groping is just accidents and that he can't control them; but when it's times that he needs to be serious, he can completely control himself.

Maybe this was just one of his ways of comforting me. Well, whatever it is, it helps a lot in this situation. I'm not sure how exactly, but it helps.

"Come on, let's take a walk." Miroku kindly suggested.

I eagerly nodded and followed him out the door. I wasn't really paying much attention to where we were going. I was simply following where he went; walking wherever he walked, turning where he turned, and stopping where he stopped. I had no idea where we were going and I didn't even care. Bottom line was hat Miroku was with me and I felt safe with just that thought.

I trust Miroku, to say the least. I'd jump off a bridge, if he told me to do it! That's how much I trust him. Trust. This gets me thinking again.

I firmly believe Miroku would never do anything to hurt me. Nor would he allow anything to wound me, both physically and emotionally. But this is my life I'm putting in his hands. This is like a whole new level of trust.

I was thinking, yes thinking, so hard I sort of lost track of where Miroku was taking me. Heck, I didn't even realize he stopped walking. As a result of my being an airhead, I bumped into him. As in straight at him. Well, his back, anyway.

I looked up at him. He wasn't looking at me or anything. Just kind of in his own little world.

"We're here," was all he said.

I glanced around only to realize we'd walked to the park. The quiet part behind the trees and shrubs. I was a little confused at why he brought me out here, and I really wanted to ask but…I knew he had a reason for it. Also that if I kept my mouth shut, he'd tell me himself. That is, when he feels like talking. Otherwise, I'm sure he'll keep quiet and leave me to ponder on it till my head explodes.

Either way I had a lot to think of right now. I definitely didn't need to think of anything else.

I was enjoying the crisp breeze with Miroku by my side. I seemed perfectly peaceful. That is, until my cell phone rang. Miroku looked at me as I reluctantly picked it up.

"Hello?" I asked through the receiver.

"Meet me at the warehouse near the dock in one hour; otherwise, things could get rather unpleasant for a certain friend of yours." the voice crackled.

On the other end of the line, in the back, I could hear Kagome's soft crying and Inuyasha's muffled cursing.

"Kagome, Inuyasha! Let them go!"

"One hour. Don't be late."

There was a soft 'click' on the other end and I knew she'd hung up.

I turned and faced Miroku. "They've got Kagome and Inuyasha."

Miroku's face registered shock for a moment before he managed "Where?"

"They've got them in one of the warehouses beside the dock. We've got one hour to get there before they do anything rash."

Miroku nodded and we were off.

We arrived at the docks with about fifteen minutes to spare. We managed to find the warehouses quickly since they stood out from all the low platforms and decks. Our next problem? Which one? There were ten, maybe thirteen warehouses lined up on one side of the dock.

The sky began to get dark and surely promised rain was on its way. Smoke from the nearby factories were clouding the air around us and made it a little difficult to breathe.

"How're you holding up?" Miroku asked.

"Fine. You think they're here?"

"Yeah," Miroku pointed to one of the warehouses. There was a faint light inside. It was really dim and barely noticeable, but it was there. "I think they're in that one."

"Good eye." I complimented

Miroku said nothing as we walked cautiously toward the dimly lit warehouse. As we neared the entrance, I noticed a figure there outside the door.

Out of the smoke and dark skies, I could make out it was female. She was about my height and probably my age too, if not older.

She turned this way and said, "Welcome. I'm glad you finally made it."

It sent shivers up and down my spine. Her voice was eerie and crooked, like some twisted psycho, and yet…kinda familiar.

"I see you've brought you friend along. I guess that's fine. What difference does one extra assassination make?"

"Who the hell are you! Where are Kagome and Inuyasha!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"Why, Sango, don't you remember me? No. Don't you know me? Have you forgotten? Because I sure haven't."

The figure stepped forward, moving past the smoggy background and into the lowly light of a nearby lamp.

"What is…going on?"

There, in front of me and Miroku, was the person responsible for the death of the brother I never knew I had. There in front of my very eyes, grinning like a madman, was none other than-

A/N: Fufufu! I am evil! Hear me laugh! Fufufu!

A bit of a cliffie I know, but don't worry, I've got it all worked out. I'll explain everything in the next chapter. I promise. But I might not be able to update too soon yet because, as I mentioned, I am very behind in my schoolwork.

Anyways, I also said this was somewhat a true story. Well, I'm not really sure if it was at some old abandoned warehouse, but the main plot was real. Even the basis for the bad guy was fact. The motivation (which will be explained in the next chapter) is also fact.

Reviewer Responses

Sango-Miroku-4ever: yeah, it is kinda fun to base it on dreams but remember, this is still kinda real (if you don't count the characters and whatnot)

Jasane-chan: yeah! I thought so too. Kinda freaky. The scarier part is that right after I finished typing that part, my phone started ringing. Ooo…scary…

Shippousangoffe: thanks, I'm glad you like it. Please keep reading and send me reviews, ne?

1A-9I-9I-4D: thanx soo much. I hope you keep reading and send in those reviews!

And to EVERYONE ELSE please read and leave a review. I love ya'll!