If I Could Say What I Want To Say

Chapter 5 - Enter Sango, Naraku Decoder!

Author's Note: well enter Sango! Hope you all like the new chapter, (sigh) I've decided to keep with the story even though the number of reviews I'm receiving….is well disheartening. I hope that maybe if I keep with it more people will want to read it and yada yada. But I just wanted to say thank you to all those people who did review.

sirin of darakness: well here's your answer. Miroku reacts like himself and tries to hit on her…but I won't say anymore than that, wouldn't want to spoil the ending.

the myth keeper: yay thank you for reviewing! I love you for it and hope you like the new chapter!

angelnodarkness: thank you for the suggestions but I'm sorry to report that they won't be kissing any time soon. But I like the idea of them arguing and he just kisses her. (grins evily) yessssss I definitely like that idea. Don't worry I'm not scared of you! How could I possibly be scared of one of my numba one fans! You're the best I can't believe you've read all of my stories! Not to mention reviewed each and every one! Thank you!

Sango sat self-consciously smoothing her already perfectly iron straight black knee-length skirt. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to stop. "Calm Sango," she thought to herself. "Calm…………think of a lake…..not a ripple…..."

"Oh for heavens sake Sango," her inner voice chided her. "Why are you nervous, this isn't like a job interview or anything, they've called you in this time. There is no need to be nervous; you know that they wouldn't have called you in unless they had a position available. So stop fretting, and for heaven's sake stop jiggling that foot of yours!"

Sango hastily placed the offending limb in solid contact with the floor and refusing to let it be something that gave away how nervous she was. Sighing Sango felt a little easier, true this time she had been called in because she specialized in this area. Of course she wasn't frightened of that eerily cold voice that had asked her if she was able to help them with Naraku…. who would be frightened of someone whom they didn't know's voice?

It was obvious the police force in this area needed her talents, unlike the various others she had drifted between even since she had been on her own. Recalling the past week, Sango was happy to say that the hectic stuff was over. Everything that she had brought with her, was unpacked, her clothes in the closet, the dishes in the cupboards, and the fridge was full. Everything had gone smoothly, there should have been no reason for it not to, not after all the moves she had already been through.

Sango thoughts turned towards supper, what should she do tonight? Rice was getting a little boring maybe stir-fry, now that she had a fridge full of ingredients with what to work her culinary magic the possibilities were endless….

"Well heeeeeeelllllllo!" a man said giving a low appreciative whistle causing Sango head to jerk up. Flicking her bangs out of her eyes Sango noticed a man her age standing in the doorway a mug of coffee perched at his lips, his eyes wandering a little too freely across her upper chest. A frown began to form on Sango's placid face. If there was anything she could possibly hate more than relocating it was a sexist pig that thought all women were good for was looking pretty. The man, clueless to the danger that Sango's eyes promised if he uttered another word, walked toward Sango lowering his coffee mug and extending his hand. "Hello pretty lady, and what might your name be?"

"Sango Taijya (A/N: correct me please if I'm wrong and I will fix! I couldn't remember how to spell it….')," Sango replied stiffly shaking his hand firmly. "Please to meet you I'm the code breaker from LA." Not liking the way he was eying her like a juicy hunk of meat; Sango tried to inch away.

"Ahhhhh Sango," the man said clasping her hand and drawing her closer when she tried to pull back so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "What a lovely name, Japanese translation of Coral. Am I correct?"

That threw Sango's reserve a little. This man spoke Japanese? She hadn't spoken to someone in Japanese for so long... Kohaku was the only other person whom she could converse in Japanese with…..it would be nice to- what was THAT!

"PERVERT!" Sango screamed slapping the man named Miroku with all the force she could possibly muster. "You bloody PERVERT! How DARE you touch me there!" Miroku blinked twice and then raised his hand to his bright red cheek and then turned and looked back at the woman standing in front of him, her cheeks flushed crimson with anger.

"Miroku!" a voice said sharply from behind the closed office door, causing the young man to wince. A moment later the door burst open and extremely mad looking police officer emerged and said mercilessly pointing into his office, "my office now."

"Now Sesshomaru, please let me explain," the young man said hastily.

But the man who Sango now knew to be the man who had hired her, just said softly, "now Houshi."

The man looked at Sango and nodded his head slightly to indicate that he recognised her then walked into the office. As he passed the police chief he said, "I like your tie Chief. Is it new? Let me be the first to tell you that it really brings out the colour in your eyes."

"Close it Houshi," Sesshomaru said replied in his icy voice. Miroku deflated and dejectedly walked into the office. Turning to her the police chief said apologetically, "I apologize Miss Taijya for Officer Houshi's behaviour, I apologize for keeping you waiting but I am afraid I will be a little longer. Thank you for your patience."

"Not at all Sir," Sango replied to which he nodded and walked back into his office. She almost felt sorry for the man, Sesshomaru was someone she was going to try her hardest to stay on the good side of.

On the pretence of getting a cup of coffee, Sango walked toward the coffee machine so that she could hear more clearly. Sango smirked as she heard the man named Miroku trying to defend himself.

"But Sir I didn't know that she was an officer!" he said pleading innocence. "And I actually didn't 'grope' her I just massaged her lower back!"

"Massage?" Sesshomaru asked monotonously. "The day I believe that story is the day I resign." Sango could imagine his elflike eyebrows rising at that last statement. "Miroku that is a specialist we have called in to help us with The case. Do you know how much she is COSTING this office?" Sesshomaru asked voice still devoid of any emotion.

"Excuse me Miss Taijya?" a voice asked behind her causing Sango to turn around.

"Yes," Sango replied evenly.

"Hi I'm Rin, the head secretary," the girl said extending a hand with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Rin, I'm Sango," Sango replied relieved to have finally found someone decent to talk to.

"Hi Sango," Rin said trying the name out. "If you have a moment," glancing at the door with a meaningful glance, "which I think you might, I was wondering if you might fill out some forms for me, address, phone number and what not."

"Sure," Sango replied careful not to let her disappointment over missing the pervert being yelled at. Following Rin to her desk, Sango obliged her request and filled out various form, signing occasionally and making small talk the entire time. As she talked with Rin, Sango was surprised. Rin seemed to be no older than 20 and yet she was apparently the head secretary at this firm.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Miroku all but dashed out. Sango looked back at Rin who just shook her head and smiled. Sango smiled back and straightened her forms before turning around and walking over to where Sesshomaru was standing. Sango struggled to keep her face from showing her confusion, before she hadn't noticed it because she had been so furious about that PERVERT groping her but now that she was paying attention she couldn't help but notice that……… Sesshomaru had hair hanging freely down past his waist and not only that but it was …….white!

"Rin," the man said turning back to the young girl. "Please get me an Advil and a glass of water." Turning back to Sango he led her into his office apologize for that wait.

"So," he said sitting down behind his oak wood desk. "I am pleased you will accept the post. You aide is greatly appreciated, I shall ask Rin to set you up with a desk and a set of keys, and all that. She knows the routine. So do you have any questions? Concerns?"

"No, not at the moment," Sango replied.

"Perfect," Sesshomaru said standing up and shaking her hand briskly, "now if you will follow me…." He trailed off as a sound that reminded Sango strongly of a rampaging rhino erupted.

"SESSHOMARU!" a voice roared. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!"

Officer McDonnagel closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, the first sign of emotion, and said "I apologize Sango once more for the interruption but it seems my brother has woken up from the drugs I prescribed last night to (ahem) calm him down."

A slight scoff escaped Sango lips which she was thankful Sesshomaru was to preoccupied to notice.

Sango heard the door at the end of the hallway slam open and then the door to the sitting room where she had recently been waiting and she was just wondering if was necessary to take cover and draw her firearm when the door to Officer Sesshomaru's room burst open and Sango thought "oh well too late now."

"SESSHOMARU! You BASTARD! How dare you drug me!" the young man with long white hair almost identical in colour to Sesshomaru yelled furiously.

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said calmly. "Calm yourself. Or I will have you removed from this office immediately."

"Just try it," Inuyasha growled.

Sesshomaru arched one of his perfect eyebrows and said, "is that a challenge little brother?"

Sango stared jaw dropping at the two men before her, sure they had the same unusual hair colour, but until now she hadn't thought they could possibly be brothers! Sesshomaru was so icy and reserved and the man before named Inuyasha appeared to be almost the exact opposite!

"You bet your ass it's a challenge! First you go and fucking make me a baby sitter to a spoiled brat and then when I get mad, which I have every right to be, you god damn drug me!"

"Inuyasha, watch your mouth or I'll watch it for you, there's a lady in the room," Sesshomaru said indicating to Sango.

"I don't care if it's the fucking queen of England! You had no right to drug me!"

Sango watched as Sesshomaru sighed in exasperation realizing his brother was not going to allow himself to be told to wait while he finished dealing with her. "Sango," he said apologetically.

"I think I'm going to go grab a cup of coffee," Sango said slowly understanding Sesshomaru perfectly.

"Thank you," Sesshomaru said. "I'll visit you at your office later today."

Getting up Sango smoothed her skirt and briskly walked out the door. Closing the door Sango sighed and leaned her head against it briefly. As soon as Inuyasha however sensed the door was shut he began yelling, Sango was glad he had waited at least until she had left the room, she had suddenly developed a splitting headache. Walking over to Rin's desk Sango asked, "Can I get the key to my office and a couple of aspirin?"

Smiling gently Rin nodded and handed Sango a set of keys and two aspirin. "Your office is number 6, its right next to Miroku's, and there's a water dispenser at the end of the hall."

"Thanks Rin," Sango said. "You're an angel."

"Don't mention it," Rin said turning back to her work. "I hope your headache gets better."

"Me too," Sango said taking the keys and the heavenly little red pills and walking to her office. Stopping at the water machine she poured herself a coneful of water and threw it and the advil back. Opening the door to her office, she looked sadly at the bare white walls. Closing her eyes she mentally made a note of asking Sesshomaru if it would be possible to paint the walls. Surveying the rest of the room Sango's keen eyes took in the desk shich sat with it's back to the wall on her left a bookshelf full of books against the right wall and a small filing cabinet in the far right corner. The room was tiny but Sango was appreciative of the solid walls surround her. Not only would the isolation help her focus but it would allow her to distance herself for her fellow employees without much difficulty. It was Sango's experience that if you were isolated few people tended to want to talk to you, and that was a good thing.

Sango was aware of the way she isolated herself from those around her and chose to do it anyway. She hadn't been close to anyone in nearly five years. The only other person she chose to be with was her brother Kohaku. Kohaku…..Sango closed her eyes. It was hard to believe he was thirteen now. Today was his first day at his new school and she hoped everything was going okay.

She hated having to drag him around with her. She wished more than anything that they could stay in one place long enough to make a proper life for themselves. A life where he could settle down to finish senior high, make friends, maybe even have a girlfriend.

Rubbing the back of her neck Sango forced herself to stop wishing about what she wasn't sure would ever be possible. Kohaku was a bright kid, no one could have been prouder than she was of him. He always was the top of his class, which made it easier for him to be moved around so much. And although he was shy he had never had to deal with bullying, or being ostracized. The kids tended to leave him alone, which was the way he preferred things even before…the accident.

Moving to the desk Sango began to unpack her personally things from the small box she had brought with her earlier that morning. First came a silver picture frame taken six years ago on a family hike chocolate smeared around their mouths. Smiling fondly at it, Sango remembered how they had gone hiking that day to celebrate Kohaku's birthday and how they had packed a cake in the cooler as a surprise. Her father had fallen though, tripping over a tree root and the cake had been squished so they had been forced to eat the messy cake with their fingers and then had decided to take a picture. Placing it carefully on her desk she pulled out a second picture, this one was of Kohaku two years ago playing soccer. His team had gone to provincials that year, and had brought back silver. Placing that picture down as well, Sango reached back into the boxes and pulled out all her pencils, pens, and such which she placed in the top drawer of her desk along with three packages of paper and all her tools. Finished Sango placed the box next to her desk to serve as a recycle bin of sorts. With the amount of paper she went through Sango felt morally obligated to make sure it didn't land up in a garbage dumped somewhere.

Leaning back into her chair Sango wondered what to do next. She hadn't received the files she was to work on yet, and she had nothing else to do to personalize her office…for the moment at least. Standing up Sango resolved to treat herself to a coffee, normally she considered it a waste of money when there was always a perfectly good coffee maker in the office, but today she disserved a treat, something sugar and chocolaty. Picking her coat up, Sango opened the door only to walk into the pervert she had met earlier that morning.

"Oh hello Sango," he said as if nothing had happened. Walking over to her he craned his neck to look in her office. "Do you like your office?"

"Get away from me," Sango said shutting the door as she stepped out, effectively blocking his view into what she viewed as her personal space. "I don't associate with perverts." Walking right past him slipping on her coat Sango missed the shocked look that crossed his face. And how that surprised expression turned into a smile at the challenge.

"Going out already Sango?" Miroku asked following her. "You haven't been working for even five minutes!"

"I said to keep your distance," Sango said. "I do not intend on letting you get another opportunity to grope me and the best way to insure you don't is to stay as far away from your lecherous hands as possible."

"Now Sango," he pouted. "Do be nice. It was an accident this morning and I think we got off on the wrong foot. I apologize for my….uncouth behaviour."

Sango glared at him and then said, "Uncouth?" She paused to look incredulously at him. Shaking her head she said, "very well you're forgiven. Now please leave me alone. I'm going to get a coffee."

"Oh what a coincidence," Miroku replied. "So was I. Now that you've forgiven me I don't suppose you'd mind if I joined you."

Sango's eyebrow twitched. "Actually I would-"

"Let me guess…love to," Miroku said smoothly. "I'm very good at finishing people's sentences for them."

"I'm sure you are," Sango said under her breath, "with what you want them to say."

"So how long ago did you move here," Miroku asked changing the subject efficiently as they stepped outside.

"Just the other day," Sango replied.

"At the police apartments? Or your own place?" Miroku asked indicating they should turn left as they came to the street corner.

"Police quarters for the moment," Sango said reluctant to let the creep know any more about her.

"Me too," Miroku replied. "Not very many officers take advantage of the place preferring to have their own place. But I figure why throw away money when it's perfectly liveable. They've got everything there that you could possibly want. A pool, a gym, café, one could wish room service but sadly that's not offered."

Sango nodded, so the place had a pool. Kohaku would be happy, he'd always loved swimming, claiming it kept him fit.

"Do you swim?" Miroku asked looking more hopeful that Sango would have liked.

"No," she said. "I don't."

"Shame," Miroku said.

"What was that?" Sango asked eyes narrowing.

"I said hello Shane," Miroku replied without so much as a blink. "Someone I used to know walked by."

"Damn he's smooth," Sango thought. "Lies just slide of his tongue."

"How many other officers live there?" Sango asked trying to make it sound offhand. The truth was she was allowed to live at the officer head quarters, but according to the rules Kohaku wasn't. But at the moment she didn't have the money to pay for her own apartment and so Kohaku had been secretly living with her. Neither of them had been out much until today, and even then she had forced Kohaku to leave via the fire escape out their window. The fewer police officers that lived in the building the better.

"Well," Miroku said beginning to count names off on his fingers. "There's me, Inuyasha, Ayame, Lady Kagome will be moving in shortly with her bodyguard Kouga, then there's a few others that I don't know," Miroku asked.

"So approximately how many people would you say actually lived in the place, I know that approximately 50 are supposed to be able to live there, each in separate rooms but I haven't run into many people so far," Sango said.

"Yep its pretty empty," Miroku agreed. "I'd say many ten or twelve of us with you here now."

"Hmmm," Sango said thoughtfully. "And how many showers are there?"

"Just the one per floor," Miroku replied. "Both guys and girls have to share it too."

"That sucks," Sango said.

"Yep," Miroku said. "So what floor are you on?"

"Floor two," Sango said cautiously.

"Ahhh, you got the lucky floor," Miroku said. "I live on that one too, along with Inuyasha, Ayame and soon Kagome and Kouga I suspect."

"Lucky me," Sango replied sarcastically.

"Yep you're lucky," Miroku replied either completely missing her sarcasm or letting it slide. "The showers doesn't run out of hot water after a five minute shower and the toilets are brand new unlike floors three and four's who's haven't been replaced yet and tend to get plugged. Also out electricity doesn't short circuit quite as often. The lights still go out every once in a while, but because there's only a few of us on floor two it doesn't happen too often."

"Lovely," Sango replied.

"Well here we are Starbucks," Miroku said opening the door for her.

"Why thank you," Sango said forcing herself to smile.

"You're most certainly welcome," Miroku said grinning like a child who just saw the mother of all cookie at the lovely view of Sango's rear.

Walking up to the counter Sango said, "Hi I'd like a white chocolate mocha please."

"Size?" a miserable looking girl behind the register asked.

"Ummm, grande," Sango said eyes flicking to the cup sizes next to her. She never could remember which was which. Why did they have to use words like 'vente' and 'grande' when, large normal and small would work just as well if not better!

Paying the required fee for her indulgence Sango moved over to allow Miroku to order.

"Large hot chocolate please," he said smiling his best smile at the girl who blushed furiously. "Would you like whipped cream sir?"

"Yes please," Miroku said in a way that made Sango blush to the tips of her socks. The girl was hardly older than fifteen and the man was hitting on her. What was he a pedophile!

The girl quite flustered by the way Miroku was treating her smiled nervously and stammered out the price. "Thank you," she said when he paid.

"No thank you," Miroku said warmly smiling once again making Sango wonder why he wasn't working in Hollywood. With a smile like that he could easily become the next Brad Pitt, and as for that great body… Sango mentally smacked herself. STOP it! Bad Sango! Very bad Sango!

Before Miroku left the counter he took the girl's hand and said, "you should your wear your hair down, rather in a ponytail, it would accent your beautiful face more." Sango was so stunned at what he had just said she didn't hear the man call out her order the first time.

"White chocolate mocha!" the man yelled again snapping Sango out of her shock. Taking her drink she walked out the door without a second look back at Miroku.

She was right: he was a pedophile! He was easily ten years older than she was! And he was a police officer, she couldn't believe someone who the world trusted to uphold the law would attempt to pick up a fifteen year old girl!

"Sango!" Miroku called rushing after her. "Why didn't you wait for me?"

"I can't believe you!" Sango said incredulously turning to face him. "She couldn't be more than fifteen and you were hitting on her!"

"I wasn't hitting on her," Miroku said rolling his eyes. "She looked sad so I thought I'd cheer her up."

"Cheer her up my ass," Sango said shaking her head and walking back towards the office. "Feel her up is more like it!"

"Uhhhh Sango!" Miroku called and she looked back at him.

"What?" she yelled angrily.

"The office is that way," Miroku said simply.

"Oh," Sango said blushing furiously. "Yeah." Walking past him blushing as red as a tomato. "Figures," she thought. "Shown up by a playboy."

"You alright Sango?" Miroku asked innocently.

"I'd feel better if you'd just leave me alone," Sango muttered.

"So you can get lost and then try and explain to Sesshomaru why your break lasted an hour? I most certainly think not. I'm keeping my eye on you," Miroku went on with a wink.

"Could his pick ups get any lamer?" Sango mentally wondered. "If by 'you' you mean my ass, then I guess I would believe you," Sango retorted. When his eyes flashed guiltily up and he smiled sheepishly Sango just sighed completely exasperated and began to walk faster. The sooner she got back to the officer the sooner she'd have an excuse to lock herself in her office and the only one who would dare enter would be her partner. Looking down at her watch Sango groaned; only seven hours remaining. And after she got home and see Kohaku.

Tossing her hair out of her face Sango looked over at Miroku who was slurping away quite happily at his hot chocolate.

"Hot chocolate?" Sango asked one eyebrow raising. "In this weather."

"Any time is perfect for hot chocolate," Miroku said simply looking at her as if she was crazy and then looked down forlornly. "My only complaint is that Starbucks refuses to carry marshmallows."

"So why don't you buy a package and keep it in your desk?" Sango asked matter-of-factly turning and walking into their building.

"Normally I would have some," Miroku replied opening the second door for her, "but I used the last of them just the other day."

Sango just sighed at his immaturity and said a polite goodbye and opened the door to her office and shut it behind her.

While she had been out someone, Rin presumably, had placed a case file on her desk. Sitting down Sango drew the file toward her and pulled out the first sheet. Hopefully this time she might be able to finally pin Naraku and then…..then maybe she and Kohaku might have a normal life

After finishing reading the file Sango sighed deeply. It was the same story once again. Naraku would reveal his presence only to drop unfathomable codes as to his whereabouts, taunting them but never allowing them anywhere closer to him than that. Oh sure they had caught numerous lackeys who had worked for him, but it wasn't good enough! She wanted Naraku behind bar not just his lackeys!

"Hell," Sango said miserably getting up. "I don't want him behind bars I want his blood!" Looking down at her family photographs that held some of her dearest memories Sango let her anger wash through her, blood burning with her deep desire for revenge. Long ago she had been surprised by the depth of her anger, tried to ignore it saying it would pass. But it had never passed, it had diminished some yes, but the hatred she still felt towards him, that monster, was the strongest of all her emotions. Her desire for revenge was what had kept her going all these years, that dark desire that kept her awake at night, that made her blood pound. Clenching her hands into fists Sango's fists shook with the effort it took to keep them from punching the wall, which she knew from experience, would result in a large hole her already strained wallet would be forced to pay for. She made a mental note to remember to hang her punching bag the next day. "I will find you one day Naraku," Sango hissed shoulders trembling. "It many not be this time, or the time after that but I will find you. And then you will die…… 'It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood'."

"Ahhhh," a voice said from the doorway. "Macbeth.I didn't know you enjoyed Shakespeare loveliest Sango. I think you and I must be the only ones in this entire building who share an appreciation for Shakespeare's genius."

"What the hell are you doing in my office Miroku?" Sango demanded sharply. "Get out, now."

"But Sango," Miroku said pouting.

"Don't you 'Sango' me," Sango replied venomously. "I don't like people coming into my office uninvited and when I tell you to get out I mean get out."

Miroku was slightly taken back by the bitterness he heard lurking behind her words, so to lighten the mood he smiled his most charming smile. "As you wish lady Sango," he replied saluting her sharply and turning around briskly like a soldier and marched out the door.

"And Miroku," Sango said before he closed the door.

"Yes?" Miroku asked grinning.

"If you ever come into my office without knocking again, I'll castrate you, that should stop you from hitting on me."

Miroku gulped and nodded.

Grinning contentedly Sango prided herself on effectively getting rid of another man.

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