Oh my gosh!!! Sorries extended to all of you for the dreadfully long wait!! I got sick, then the disc that I had the chapter written up on went screwy… so I am SOOOOO sorry!!

I thank all my lovely reviewers, and for you silent peoples, please drop a line! Most of ya'll guessed an event that will occur perfectly. Of course, the chapter name gives it away…

So without further adieu… here's chapter two of 'An Emotional Wedding'!

Disclaimer: (forgot to do this last chapter) –points to self- Me? Nope, no ownie…. Though I own this story idea and a Sango plushie!!

Chapter 2: A New, Unexpected Roommate

"You don't understand! I have to stay here!" Sango practically screamed at the manager.

"I'm sorry miss," he replied. "All our rooms are booked."

"I have to be here," she pleaded. "I'm with the wedding party, and I'm the maid of honor. I have to stay in this hotel!"

"We have no rooms for you here, but I'll go see if we can put you up in a nearby hotel," the plump old man said. He walked off into a back room.

Sango turned her back to the front desk and leaned her back up against it. She put her hands over her face and muttered to herself,"This just can't be happening to me… Oh god, why me?"

"Don't tell me you're leaving so soon."

She parted her fingers so she could see through them. "Miroku…?" Suddenly, she remembered her hands and pulled them off of her face.

"What are you doing?" he asked motioning to her suitcases. A hurt look stuck in his eyes. "You're not leaving already?"

"No," she replied reassuringly. "A pipe burst in my room."

"Oh, did you lose anything?" he asked.

Sango shook her head. "No, I wasn't unpacked. I'm trying to get a new room, but they're making it very difficult."

The manager came back to the desk and said, "I'm really sorry Miss, but we can't find you anywhere else to stay. We can give you your money back, but we can't do much else."

Sango opened her mouth to begin her argument with him yet again, but Miroku interrupted her. "It's alright. She can stay with me."

Sango looked over at him in shock. "What…?"

He looked down at her, considering she was a head shorter than him. "It's no problem."

The old man smiled at the two. "Well, I guess that's settled. You'll need a room key, won't you Miss?"

"Room 309," Miroku told the man. The manager handed him the extra room key and Miroku went and grabbed one of Sango's suitcases. Still somewhat in a daze, Sango grabbed her other bag and followed him to the elevator.

"You're sure this is alright?" she asked.

"It's fine," he replied, flashing her a charming smile. Ever so slowly, he reached for her rear. "Besides, it's no fun staying in a hotel room all alone."

Sango knew where his hand was beginning to travel. She smacked it away from her and pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Absolutely none of that! We're just friends, nothing else!" Miroku just grinned at her. Suddenly a thought struck her. "Your room's a single isn't it? If that 's the case…. Shit! We're sharing a bed!"

The elevator door opened and Sango got on, whimpering slightly, followed by Miroku, with a silly grin on his face. 'A whole week alone in a room with Sango… oh, the possibilities.' He ran his eyes appraisingly along her form. 'Oh, this is going to be fun.'

Miroku opened up the door of the room, then handed Sango the key, which she promptly put in her pocket. He lead her into the bedroom , set her suitcases on the bed, then found some spare drawers for her to use. Once he found four open drawers, he asked, "Is four enough?"

"I think so," Sango answered taking off her jacket for the first time since stepping off the plane. She had on a white tank top that hugged her curves and showed off her tanned shoulders. Miroku couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Sango became aware of his glance and said, "You know if you're this amazed by a woman's shoulders, then you aren't as much of a ladies-man as you think."

Miroku blinked at the sound of her voice, snapping himself out of his stupor. "N-no… it's just that…" He stopped himself before he actually said what was on his mind. He wanted to tell her that it wasn't just her shoulders that amazed him; it was her whole body. This woman truly was as beautiful as he remembered her to be. Finally realizing, that he was still standing there like an idiot, he turned to leave. "I'm going to go before I say something stupid." As he came into the living room and sat on the couch, he thought to himself, 'Damn… I really think that this girl is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I haven't seen a flaw to her yet.'

Sango was a little confused as to why Miroku left, but she realized that he did start acting weird once she took off her jacket. She began to unpack her suitcases and about ten minutes later, she walked back into the other room and stood behind the couch. Miroku had the TV on, but it looked as though he wasn't really paying attention to it. She walked around and sat down next to him.

He looked up at her as she sat down. "You done unpacking already?" he asked.

"Yeah, I didn't bring a lot of things with me," she replied nonchalantly.

"Why not?"

Sango sighed and explained the situation. "Well, I haven't really been home for a month, so I didn't have a lot of things with me to bring here."

"Why are you away from home so much?" he asked.

"Work," she replied flatly.

"Must make it hard for relationships," he replied, hiding the deeper meaning of his statement.

"Yeah, but I don't really try," she said, not catching on to the hidden meaning. She stood up and began emptying the contents of her pockets: money, room key, cell phone, pen, and a mint form the plane.

"Are you in a relationship now?" he asked looking up at her (A/N: remember, she's standing, he's sitting), trying to hide the hope in his voice.

"No; I actually dumped a guy right before I left home," Sango said, starting to walk towards the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower." With a warning glance, she turned back to Miroku. "No peeking!" With that, she walked in the room, closing the door.

Miroku smirked a bit, both from his luck and the humor form Sango's warning. 'Damn… a girl who looks like that and she's unattached?! That's crazy! Maybe she just needs to find the right person…' He laid back on the couch, thinking, 'But does she really think that I'm the right guy for her? I don't stand a chance.'

A little later, a light buzzing noise woke Miroku up. He looked around and noticed Sango's phone moving slightly on the end table from its vibrations and glowing a faint blue color. Once he picked it up, the vibrations stopped and her flipped the phone open to find the message, 'One missed call; one missed e-mail.' Without realizing what he was doing, Miroku began to read all of Sango's old e-mails. Most of them were from guys who dumped her, but every now and again, he'd stumble across one from someone she had dumped. 'No wonder she doesn't try to date,' he thought. 'She has the worst luck.'

Sango walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, which consisted of a long pair of lounge pants and a silky, aqua-colored spaghetti-strapped top, stopping right above her naval. The pants rested on her hips, giving Miroku an almost-to-die-for view of her midriff. Once he got past her appearance, he thought, 'How could all these guys be stupid enough to dump someone as beautiful as her?' He noticed how her long hair glistened under the light and watched her kneel down to look in the small refrigerator.

She pulled out a water bottle and asked, "Can I have one of these?"

"Sure," Miroku said, still reading through her e-mail. Leaning over the edge of the couch, he chided her. "You don't have much luck with men, do you?"

Sango glanced over at him, finally realizing what he was doing. She took a ragid breath and snatched her phone out of his hands. "Who said you could go and read my e-mail?"

"Sorry," Miroku said. "It started to vibrate, so I picked it up and there was a message on there, saying something about a missed call and e-mail, so I looked at the e-mail, and I guess I just kept reading, and—"

"There was a missed call?" Sango asked quickly, interrupting him. Miroku nodded and Sango began dialing her voicemail as a quiet "shit!" was muttered under her breath.

Miroku watched her and thought, 'She's attached to that phone. It must be her work; no wonder, she can't keep a relationship.'

Sango pulled the phone from her ear and muttered, "I can't have one week of peace, can I?" She dialed another number and started to talk to some girl named Emiko.

Miroku was still watching Sango as she talked on the phone. He just couldn't help but to look at her. She had the worst romance life, the most stressful job, and yet he couldn't help but wish that she knew the one good thing she did have; her looks. The one thing that kept getting to him was the fact that he kept wishing she would notice him. She had said back in the elevator that they were just friends, but Miroku wanted more than that; he wanted her.

"Emiko, listen," Sango said, trying not to sound impatient. "You're just going to have to deal with it without me. This week, I'm here for my friend's wedding, and I'm the maid of honor, so I can't leave." She paused for a moment to listen, before replying sarcastically, "Ha-ha, very funny…. Look, I'll be back on Sunday, hopefully. Just get through it without me." She hung up the phone and took a long drink form her water bottle.

Miroku, who'd been watching her the whole time, asked, "So why do you keep those?'

"Keep what?" Sango asked, unable to remember what they had argued about before.

"Those old e-mails," he answered. "They're all from guys who dumped you. Why do you keep them?"

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe it's to remind me why I don't date."

"That's kind of a slap in the face though," Miroku replied. "I mean, why would you wan to keep something that shows that you've failed? I didn't read very far back, but why keep them if they just remind you of heartbreak?"

"I just can't bring myself to get rid of them," Sango replied. "And I don't think that I will until I'm in a successful relationship."

"How will you know when that is?" Miroku prodded.

"I don't --- Hey! Why am I telling you all this?" Sango asked feeling a bit frustrated.

"I'm just trying to get to know you," he said, walking away from her. He turned to her and said,"I'm trying to know the Sango that nobody knows, but do you even know who that is?" He walked into the bedroom, leaving the question hanging in the air.

Sango stood against the couch, processing the conversation. 'He's right. Do I even know who the real me is? If he can accept the real me, then maybe—' Her eyes widened and she ran into the bedroom. "Miroku! Don't—" She suddenly hears Miroku scream and laughs as she finishes her statement in her head. '… Turn the water on immediately. It's cold…'

(A/N: I've been informed that this part is confusing, so I shall explain it. Sango suddenly remembered something about the shower as she was thinking. She then ran to the bedroom to warn Miroku that the water takes awhile to warm up, but Miroku screamed, telling her that he already found out the hard way… ))

The next morning Miroku woke up staring at the ceiling. The night before, he and Sango hadn't talked much after the whole debate about her e-mails. He turned over on his left side and was looking right at Sango's sleeping face. She was lying on her side, with her hands out in front of her, close to Miroku's bare chest. He noticed that during the night, her shirt had moved up right under her breast leaving even more of her midriff showing. Before he knew what he was doing, he slowly caressed his hand over the curve of her body along her bare skin. Then, he grasped one of her hands and squeezed it.

His senses finally came back to him and he let go of her hand. He got up out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water in the sink. He started to splash water on his face, hoping to realize that he'd only touched Sango in his dreams, but as he looked back at her as she continued to sleep, he knew that he hadn't dreamed it. (A/N: WARNING!! Major fluff alert!!)

As he started to brush his teeth, Sango walked into the bathroom, yawning and stretching. "Morning," she said, still half-asleep. She picked up her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth. Miroku spat out his toothpaste and watched Sango. She noticed his glance yet again, spat out her toothpaste, and asked, "Why must you watch me at my most unattractive moments?"

"You don't have any unattractive moments," he said without thinking. When his realization came back, he thought, 'Oh crap, she's going to hit for that.'

Contrary to what Miroku thought though, Sango could feel her cheeks start to get warm. 'Oh wow… he just complimented me. That was really sweet of him.' Once she voiced her thoughts, she said, "Um… well… thanks I guess…" She turned away from him and tried hard to hide her face, which she was sure was very red. She grabbed her brush and began to brush her hair, allowing an awkward silence to fall over them.

Miroku broke it by asking, "So how did you sleep?"

"Fine," she answered, still feeling a little flustered. "I had a really weird dream though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it was just a little part, but it stuck in my mind," she explained, still looking in the mirror. "I couldn't see who it was, but I knew it was a guy and he started to caress my hip, all the way up to my breast." She demonstrated the movement with her brush. "Then I felt his hand grab mine and he squeezed it. When I woke up, my shirt was moved up and the whole area where he had touched me was exposed."

"Don't look at me," Miroku said, trying to defend himself (A/N: you little liar…). "You did that yourself, because when I woke up, your shirt was just like that."

"I wasn't accusing you," Sango said. "Don't worry. I know it was a dream because there's no way that a guy would treat me like that." She walked out of the bathroom, sitting down on the bed with Miroku following her.

"Treat you like what?" he asked, lingering in the doorway.

"Like he…" She paused to find the right words. "… Really loved me."

"And why wouldn't any guy treat you like that?" he asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Oh please," Sango said in amusement, as she stood up and walked to the dresser. "No guy could possibly love me! I mean, just look at me! I'm overworked, overstressed, and I don't have time to date! Who could possibly want me?" She turned her back to him.

Suddenly Miroku's arms were around her waist and he had his head resting on her shoulder. He held her close to him and said, "I bet there isn't a man alive who hasn't wished to be right here where I am right now."

Sango, who was actually enjoying having Miroku that close to her, pushed away from him and playfully smacked him on the shoulder. She could suddenly feel Miroku's hands on her hips, tickling her. She couldn't help but to laugh, but she pushed him out of the bedroom, saying, "Get out! I have to get dressed." She closed the door and leaned up against it.

Miroku stood outside the bedroom door, with a huge smile on his face. His 'pajamas', which were actually just his boxer shorts, were still a little wet form when he had been splashing his face, but he didn't care. He had just held Sango for the first time and she hadn't really protested. It made him think that maybe she had some feelings for him, and her dreams probably proved it. Everything she had dreamed, he had actually done to her and she believed that it was a man who loved her who did it. 'She was right though,' he thought. 'A man who loves her did do it.'

Sango leaned up against the door, panting hard. She could feel that her face was flushed and her heart was beating madly, and she knew why. Alone, the fact that Miroku had held her right up against him was enough to make her swoon, but it was what he said that made her so flushed. 'He said those things as though he loved me, but that's not true,' she reasoned. 'We're just friends, right?' Honestly, she didn't know anymore. She could still feel Miroku's arms around her and could still feel his heart beating, as she had leaned into his chest. What got to her was his scent. It's exactly what she smelled as she dreamed about that guy. 'Could I have been dreaming about Miroku?' she thought. 'No, that's crazy! I don't love Miroku. He probably just did that to mess with me. Like I said, no man could love me.'

At the rehearsal that night, instead of rehearsing the ceremony, they rehearsed all the makings of the reception. That included where they would sit, the toast that Miroku and Sango would give, the order of small events, and dancing lessons. As Sango figured, they were divided up into their pairs for the wedding, so Miroku was her dance partner.

For the second time that day, Sango was in Miroku's arms, but unlike that morning, she couldn't break away from him, and honestly, she didn't want to. All too soon, the song ended and they were forced to separate.

When they got back to the hotel, around 8:00 that night, Miroku laid down on the couch, while Sango sat down in a chair close by. Miroku was lying face down and Sango looked over at him. "Miroku?" He mumbled something, but didn't lift his head. She got up, walked over to the couch, and kneeled down in front of it. She nudged him and he looked up at her. Sango froze at the proximity that they were to one another, but then recovered and said, "Um…I'm going to take a shower, alright?"

Miroku was shocked at their proximity as well, but answered, "Yeah sure… go ahead."

She looked at him with concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

He looked right back at her and said, "I'm fine. Just a little tired."

Their faces were probably only inches apart, that is, until Sango stood up and walked towards the bedroom. As she stood in the bathroom, she put her hand over her heart, hoping to calm its ceaseless beating. 'Oh my god! We were so close to one another that if either of us had moved forward, we would have kissed one another!' She turned on the shower to let it warm up, started taking off her clothes, and told herself, 'Just clam down Sango. You're just thinking crazy right now. It's stress; nothing more.'

Later that night, Sango was sitting on the couch reading a book, while Miroku had gone to take a shower. Although she was trying to forget what had happened earlier, she really couldn't. She couldn't focus on her book; all she could think of was Miroku's face and how close it was. She could still see the shimmer in his blue eyes, the pink in his cheeks, and she could smell his breath. 'And his lips…' she thought, but shook her head to get rid of the thought. 'No, don't think about it! He's not a guy like that! He's just a friend; nothing else!' She still didn't believe herself though.

Miroku walked out and got a water bottle from the refrigerator. He came over to the couch and sat down right next to Sango's feet. She kept reading, or pretended to, and he glanced over at her. Without looking up, she said, "You can turn on the TV. I don't mind."

He broke his gaze and stammered, "Oh, uh, I don't really want to."

"Alright," she said a little confused.

Miroku thought to himself, 'Well, might as well do it now, before I lose my confidence.' He looked at Sango and said, "Listen Sango… I know that yesterday we kind of started over, but I was wondering if…" He stopped and thought to himself, 'Come on you idiot! Just ask her!'

Sango looked up at him, with a look of pure confusion and asked, "You were wondering if what?"

'All or nothing,' he thought. "I was wondering, actually hoping, if you would like to go out to dinner with me?" he asked her quickly. 'Here it goes…'

Sango sat there in shock for a moment and thought, 'Is he asking me on a date?' She looked up at Miroku, who was giving her a pleading expression, and said, "Go out to dinner with you? Uh… well… sure."

"Really?" Miroku asked, thinking that he dreamed her answer. She nodded at him for reassurance and he said, "Well alright! Um, I'll make reservations at the hotel restaurant and we'll go down at about 8:00, seeing as there's no rehearsal tomorrow."

Sango got up off the couch and stretched. "Alright. I've got to go shopping tomorrow, so I'll be out. Maybe I can go get ready at Kagome's, seeing as that will make it more like a 'real' date." She started to walk off, but turned back to Miroku and said, "Take a long drink of water Miroku. You look like you just ran ten miles instead of asking me on a date." She walked into the bedroom and Miroku took a long drink to follow her advice.

End of Chapter 2!!!

A/N: Once again, Kaoli begs forgiveness from her readers!! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and in the next comes a twist ya'll may or may not know!!!

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