Disclaimer: See this sock? This is what I own. Nothing else. And there is a hole in the sock. I own a holey sock. Whopp-dee-fricken-doo.
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After flipping through the channels of her television for ten minutes, finding only made-for-TV movies, sports, news, and Friends, a show she was getting sick of, Sango finally gave up and turned the set off. A glance at her clock told her that it was only 8:16.
Agh! There's nothing to do. Wish I had a book or...
A knock came to the door. Though her brow wrinkled in confusion, she was incredibly joyful to have a distraction. Her feet bounced to the door and her hands yanked it open to reveal...
"Miroku?"
He smiled at her surprised state and mentally noted her excitement. "Hello Sango! I had nothing to do so I thought I'd come see you."
Sango's hand tightened on the doorknob with...apprehension? titillation (AN: I know, it sounds so dirty, but it means to excite agreeably)? Still undecided, she stepped aside, an unspoken invitation into the room.
Miroku's eyes took in every detail as he walked in: the five twin beds spread against the walls, the dark mahogany bedstands and wardrobe, the TV atop of the wardrobe and the white walls sparsley covered with posters of actors and actress as well as proverbs-"Beginning is easy- Continuing is hard", "Fall down seven times, get up eight", and so on.
Sango watched as Miroku examined her room, anxious of his thoughts and what his visit might bring. She was surprised when he began to laugh, a deep-throated sound resonating throughout the room.
"What's so funny?"
He turned around to face her, his smile brightening the room and stopping her breath. Never had he looked as sweet, as open, as beautiful as he did now. Her own smile began to unfold.
He pointed toward a poster and explained, "My father used to say that all the time 'Never rely on the glory of the morning nor the smiles of your mother-in-law'. It was our little inside joke."
Sango chuckled appreciatively. "Rin bought that at our last stop. We all thought it was hilarious." She remembered how Kagome and herself had fallen all over each other, rolling on the floor with laughter until the other girls joined in.
With another look around the room, Miroku asked, "Who else lives with you?"
Sango sat at the edge of a bed and began to count off: "Rin, Kagome, Asami, Hiromi, and myself."
"That's quite a lot of people to live in the same room with," Miroku commented as he took a seat on the bed across from the one Sango occupied. "Don't you ever want some time to yourself?"
Sango nodded thinking about all the times Asami and Kagome would jump around the room, hitting each other with pillows while she tried to read. "I do, but I love these girls. Very much so. We get along great. For almost four years now we've shared this room. They're the closest thing I have to family. Most of them feel the same way."
"What about your real family? Your birth family?"
The overhead lights dimmed and brightened. The water dripped in the ajoining bathroom. Silence consumed the bedroom as Sango's breathing quickened. Her voice seemed to have escaped her. Opening and closing her mouth-futile attempts to talk-explained all Miroku needed to know.
"Don't answer," he commanded.
Sango nodded; her voice still hadn't come back, like a runaway child unsure if it was safe to return home. She was ashamed of her reaction.
It's been so long. I need to get myself together. What Miroku must think of me. So weak...
The self-hate beginning to cloud Sango's face didn't go unnoticed by Miroku. With swift and silent movements, he walked to her and bent before her bowed head.
Taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he pulled her face towards his and said ,"Don't be so disconcerted. There's no need to explain. Not if you aren't ready." His voice was strong, determined, but his face was soft with assurance and understanding.
Sango's heart quickened, swelling so that it pounded against her rib cage, threatening to break loose. A sad smile slid across her face and her hands found their way to Miroku's. His breath weakened as she touched him. Without a thought towards it, his other hand reached her face and each palm travled slowly, oh so slowly, up her cheeks which were now slick with falling tears, as she was overwhelmed by his warmth and concern. She held on tight to each hand, her eyes never leaving his. Both hearts were surging with emotion. Both faces were leaning inward. Both eyes were closing.
Both lips were touching.
Miroku's hands wound around Sango's neck into her hair as his breath joined with hers, his mouth tender against her tear-sodden lips, reveling in the taste, the sensation, as she pressed against him, her own arms circling around his neck. Sango felt as if a dam had broken inside her after welling up for years of anticipation of this moment-flooding her body with a warmth of unimaginable terms. The kisses became passionate and urgent as emotion took over, overwhelming all thoughts except the joy of being together.
When they finally seperated, their breath was racing and their limbs were weak. Despite the need to spread across the bed and regain her strength, Sango stayed upright, not wanting to leave Miroku's gaze. His eyes, an entracing violet color, shined with affection and joy.
Neither were sure what to say, but all the same, nothing needed to be spoken. Their faces said it all.
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Kagome bustled around the kitchen preparing breakfast for the customers alongside Sango and a few other employees. Both girls were absorbed in their own thoughts of the night before, so much so that Kagome had burned three orders and Sango had used odd ingredients such as cinnoman on a vegtable omlete.
Kagome was remembering how she had lain down in InuYasha's arms and fallen asleep, waking up to his gentle fingers on her face and soft voice in her ear reminding her not to be late for work while Sango reminesced about her and Miroku's first kiss on the bed and second kiss-sweet and lingering-at the door as he left her room.
Their coworkers grumbled about their poor preformance to each other, but didn't raise the subject with the ladies knowing they'd probably be brushed off with an absentminded answer.
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In the dining room, InuYasha and Miroku were eating their meals in silence, a fact the other diners were glad of, not missing a second of their usually lound arguments.
The friends were deaf to the conversations of the others, thinking only of the women they had come to care for.
The rest of the day was spent in almost complete silence for these four. But their dreams were filled with memories and scenes of the possible future. They were nervous of what could come of these new relationships, but anxious for more to happen.
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Hope you liked it! I know it's been an immensly long time. This chapter should make up for that!
Please review! Tell me everything you felt and thought while reading this AND I would like it if you could tell me one other favorite anime/manga of yours. I'm so curious about that! My favorite would have to be Fruits Basket! Not the anime! The manga. The anime was okay, but it did no justice for the book. I love Fruits Basket above all else. Yes! Even InuYasha! I don't really enjoy watching InuYasha anymore. At least, not the new episodes. They focus too much on action. Action is fine! It's great! But they don't show anything about their personal lives and romances. It's just really boring. Plus I have to get up at 6:00 every morning for high school so I can't stay up late to watch the episodes. Anyway...REVIEW!