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Chapter 5: From Hell To Heaven
Miroku woke up the next morning with his head pounding. He slowly turned to face Sango. Hell, if he had a hangover like this, Sango must have one ten times worse. Sango was lying how she was the morning before. His pounding head didn't deter him from his normal routine. He scooted over to her, with his chest almost up against her back. He took his hand and caressed it down her hip, admiring how delicate her skin was. One of her arms was extended, so he took his hand from her hip and traced it down her arm, held onto her hand, then moved back up to her shoulder. He kept his hand in place and kissed her on the cheek, whispering into her ear, "You're the only woman for me."
Finally, the realization that Sango would kill him if she found what he was doing struck him. He sat up in bed, the sudden movement causing his headache to return full out. Holding his head, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, temporarily numbing the headache, but the pain returned when he began brushing his teeth. Aside form the headache and a bit of dizziness, he felt fine. Quietly, he walked back into the bedroom to see Sango still asleep. He picked up her cell phone and glanced at the time.
'A little after 10:30,' he noted. 'We didn't go to sleep until about 2, so this is fine.' He looked down at her sleeping form and smiled softly. 'I'll just let her sleep. I know I'm not going to go anywhere today.' Quietly, so to not wake her, he got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a plain white shirt.
He heard Sango groan and walked over to her bedside, kneeling down to rub her hand, as though he was petting her. Her eyelids fluttered open with a sigh. Seeing this, he said, "Good morning Sleeping Beauty."
She looked over at him and sat up, the movement causing her headache to let itself be known. "Ugh… god…" she groaned putting a hand to her head. "Uh… my head… Miroku? What time is it?"
"A little after 10:30," he replied. "I would have let you sleep all day if you wanted."
She slid off the bed and sat next to him on the floor, laying her head on his shoulder. "Ugh. With the headache I have, now I really want to."
Miroku wrapped his arm around her shoulders and stroked her shoulder for a minute. "Tell you what Sango," he started. She glanced over at him and he continued, "Go ahead and get dressed and we'll just stay here today, okay?" Sango nodded to him and stood up, walking in the bathroom.
Aside from Sango's huge headache, she didn't feel much different. Actually, she lied; she felt pretty dizzy. She got dressed with surprising speed though. 'Miroku said we'd just hang around here, so why should I dress up?' she thought as she looked in the mirror. She had on a pair of sweatpants and a white, spaghetti-strapped top. She went over to the night stand and picked up her phone. Suddenly, she felt light-headed. She dropped the phone on the top corner of the bed and leaned down to regain her balance.
She heard a 'thump' as the phone fell behind the bed. Cursing lightly to herself, she kneeled on the floor and stuck her upper body underneath the bed. She extended her arm towards her phone, but couldn't reach. She tried to lean up a bit to gain a little more distance, but she came up too quickly, hitting her head on one of the support beams. "OW!!" she screamed out, as she slowly moved out from under the bed.
Miroku, who had heard her scream out, rushed into the bedroom. He saw most of her body beneath the bed and called out to her. "Sango!" She jerked from surprise and hit her head on the edge of the bed, crying out in pain. She pulled herself out from underneath the bed and grasped the bump that was forming. "What are you doing? " he asked her, kneeling down beside her.
"My phone fell behind the bed," she replied. "I couldn't reach it, so I tried to lean up and gain more distance, then I hit my head." She looked up at him. "Could you get it for me?"
"Sure," he said, lying down on his stomach. He easily slipped his upper body underneath the bed, grabbed the phone and wiggled back out. "Here you go," he said, handing the phone back to her.
"Thank you," she replied, taking it back and putting it in her pocket. She looked up at him as he stood up to walk out and asked, "Miroku? Do you love me?"
He turned to her, wondering why she would ask that and answered, "Yes, of course I do."
She gave him a small, pathetic(A/N: I say that word because it's supposed to mean really cute and innocent!!) smile. "Then can you carry me into the living room? I was dizzy to start with and hitting my head twice didn't help." He smiled at her and came back to her side. Gingerly, he picked her up and held her close to him. "You don't have to if you don't want to," she said as an after thought.
"Oh believe me, I want to," Miroku said eagerly. "Besides, I like having you this close to me." (A/N: I borrowed that line from a fanfic called 'Crimson Tears'. Very good Miro/San story; check it out!!)
Sango started to blush furiously and Miroku smiled down at her. She looked so cute when she blushed. She snuggled into his chest and laid there, taking in his scent. He set her down on the couch, although she was reluctant to let him go. Her stomach growled loudly and she blushed, quickly putting a hand over it. "I'm so hungry!" she whined.
"I don't know what to tell you Sango," he said, sitting next to her. "Any restaurant is probably done serving breakfast now and frankly, I don't want to leave the room."
"We don't have to leave the room," she replied.
"We don't have any food here," he said. "What are you talking about?"
"You must have a really bad headache," Sango said sarcastically. "We are staying in a hotel. There's a thing called room service!"
"Right!" he exclaimed, standing up. (A/N: Silly Miroku… forgetting room service.) "I never use that, so I just put the menus away. Where did I put them?" He started to leaf through the end table drawers.
He found the menu and used Sango's phone to call down and order their food. Sango had laid down on the couch while he ordered and was lightly sleeping. He picked her up and held her to him. She opened her eyes, but didn't protest. Miroku sat down and set her down next to him. She laid her head on his leg and turned on her side, falling back asleep, with Miroku lightly massaging her back.
There was a knock at the door and Miroku got up to let them in. Sango laid flat on her back and stretched out. Miroku let in a waiter with a cart containing their breakfast. The waiter looked at Miroku and asked, "Hard night, huh?"
Miroku messed with his bangs and said, "Yeah. You have no idea."
Sango, who hadn't heard Miroku's little conversation, stayed laying down on the couch and asked, "Miroku? Please tell me that the food is here."
Miroku turned to her. "Yeah, it's here."
"Thank god," she said, sitting up. "I'll be right back." She walked back into the bedroom.
The waiter, who had been watching their exchange, had seen Sango walk by and gave Miroku a devious grin. "Oh, so it was that kind of night."
Miroku looked over at him, eyes wide. "WHAT?! NO! We're dating, but NOT like that!"
"Uh huh… right," he said, backing out of the room. "Well, good luck with her buddy. She seems like a fiery one." He walked out of the room and closed the door.
"He's right about her though," Miroku said to himself. "She is a feisty one."
"What was that?" Sango asked, walking out of the bedroom.
"Oh…. Uh…" he stuttered, trying to cover his tracks. "It's nothing! Forget it!"
She could tell he was lying; he couldn't tell a lie to save his life, but she let it go, seeing as she didn't want to start a fight with him. "Right…" she said, still not believing him. She spotted the cart of food and her eyes widened momentarily. "I know I said I was hungry, but I'm not that hungry!"
"It's not all for you," he replied, handing her a plate. "You're sharing." She stuck her tongue out at him and he returned the gesture. They laughed and sat down to eat their breakfast. Miroku looked over at her and asked, "So how did you sleep?"
She swallowed and retorted, "You mean, did I have another dream?" Miroku nodded to her. "Well, yeah I did."
"What happened this time?" he asked.
Sango thought for a moment, then said, "As usual, eh stroked my hip, where my shirt goes up during the night. Then I felt him stop and his hand stayed on my shoulder. The next thing was his hand tracing down one of my arms and he grabbed my hand."
"That's all?"
"Nope," Sango replied. "Then he kissed me on my cheek. The big thing though was that he talked to me." Miroku looked at her, indicating that she had his full attention. "He said, 'you're the only woman for me'. It was odd though."
Miroku took both their empty plates, set them on the cart, then put the cart in the hallway, closing the door behind him. He sat on the couch and Sango sat right down next to him. "How is that odd?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "The voice… was yours."
"So you think you've been dreaming about me?" he asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I mean, I've been having these dreams all week, but we've only been dating for half that time."
"Maybe it was my voice because I'm your boyfriend. I would hope that it's my voice and not some other guy's," he said, wrapping his arms around her and laying her head on his chest.
"I guess," she sighed, putting her arms around him. She laid there for a moment, feeling herself getting drowsier. "Miroku?" she said, catching his attention. "I'm still so tired. I think I might fall asleep any minute."
"Oh," he replied, letting her lift her head up. "Do you want to go lay down?"
"I do," she said. "But I don't want to wake up with you gone."
"You won't I promise." H stroked her cheek. "Stand up." She did so and he laid down on his side, leaving a spot for her. She curled up next to him, with her head right under his. She looked up at him and smiled. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
She leaned up and kissed him. Closing her eyes, she said, "Thank you Miroku." Suddenly her exhaustion overtook her and she was sleeping soundly. Miroku was the same and the young couple laid there, enjoying their sleep and begin close to each other.
Inuyasha's eyes bulged at the sight he walked in on. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and he hadn't seen Miroku or Sango all day. He had come to their room hoping to find them. When knocking on the door didn't get an answer, he tried turning the doorknob. Surprisingly, it was open. He walked in and that's when he found them. They were lying on the couch together and were both asleep. 'Looks innocent enough,' he thought. 'But with Miroku, you never know.' He leaned over the back of the couch and nudged Miroku's shoulder. "Miroku! Miroku, wake up!"
Miroku stirred and looked up at Inuyasha, in turn waking up Sango. "Inuyasha?" he stammered, trying to wake back up. "What are you doing in here?"
"I was worried about you two," he answered. "I hadn't seen either of you all day. What are you two doing in here?" He asked the last question with a perverted smirk.
The couple looked at each other a little nervously. They were in a compromising position. Sango quickly got up from the couch, straightened out her shirt and pants, flipped out her hair, and said, "It's our room. We can do what we want."
"Oh?" Inuyasha asked with a devilish smile.
Miroku sat up, and said, "Come on. We're both just really tired and laid down together. We're both on hangovers from hell."
"OH yeah," Inuyasha replied. He looked over at Sango and said, "I understand you having one. Kagome has one a thousand times worse than I've ever seen." He looked down at Miroku and asked, "Why do you have one though?"
"I went out last night too," he answered.
Inuyasha nodded his head, then looked back at the two of them. "Well, hangover or not, there's still a rehearsal at 5:00 and Miroku, you know what's after that."
Miroku cringed and asked, "That's tonight?"
"Yeah. And you're kind of obligated to go," Inuyasha replied. "I'll see you two later." He walked out of the room, leaving the couple alone.
Sango, who had no clue as to what the guys were talking about, looked over at Miroku and asked, "Where are you going later?"
He smirked at her. "I'm not telling you."
"Don't play with me, Miroku," she replied. "I told you where I was going last night."
"Only because I tricked you into telling me," he said. "But unfortunately for you, I'm not that easy to trick."
"Oh, so I can't trick you…" she replied, smirking evilly. "Maybe I can get it out of you using other methods…" She put her hands up over her shoulders and slowly moved them back over in front of her, loosening the straps of her top as she went.
Miroku watched her wide-eyed. 'That's just not fair.' He looked away from her and said, "I'm still not telling you."
She sat down on the couch next to him and said, "Come on! Be a good sport!" One of her straps had fallen off her shoulders and she just left it there.
Miroku could feel his pulse going faster and faster. Sango was pushing herself on him and, as much as he liked it, it was making him nervous. He looked away from her again. "I am. You're the one who's cheating."
She leaned towards him, allowing the other strap to fall off her shoulder. "Well, don't you like it when I do?"
Miroku held his tongue. He didn't want to go farther then they had, and he was sure Sango didn't want to either. She was pushing pretty hard though. He didn't know how much longer he could withstand her charms. Once more, he turned away. "That's pretty low Sango…"
"What are you talking about?" she asked innocently, laying up against him. "What I'm doing or do you mean my shirt?"
Miroku glanced at her to see that she wasn't exaggerating. Her shirt had fallen down lower than he thought she would ever let it go and it made his palms sweat. His lips went dry as he said, "Alright, I'll tell you! Just quit it!"
Sango smirked as she sat up. "I knew that would get to you," she replied, as she moved her shirt straps back to their original positions and retightened them.
"That was just plain dirty, Sango," Miroku fumed.
"Come on," she said playfully. "You used seduction on me, so you practically told me to use sex appeal on you."
"You knew I couldn't resist that," he replied.
"That made it even better," she said, putting her arms around him. "Now be a good boy and keep your promise or I'll have to be naughty again."
"Aw, but I like naughty Sango," he said pathetically. She sent him a glare. "Fine. Tonight's the bachelor party, and no, I won't let you go!"
"Like I'd want to go anyway," she answered. "You all are probably going to a strip club or something, and I want no part of that. I just want to know where you'll be." She laid her head on his shoulder for a minute, then brought it back up. "Well, I guess I'll take the first shower, then it's your turn. We both need it." She stood up and started to walk in the bedroom.
Miroku got up and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She looked back at him and he asked, "Wait… so are you saying that I stink?"
She pulled her arm from his grip. "No, I'm saying we both stink!"
"I thought you said that you like the way I smell!" Miroku retorted.
"Don't get me wrong," she answered. "I love the way you smell. Just not right now. You smell completely of alcohol and not you."
"Well then, I'm doing this all for you," he said, leaning down and giving her a kiss. She smiled up at him and walked into the bedroom.
That night, Sango was laying on the couch in the hotel room. After rehearsal, the girls stayed after and cleaned up, while the guys left early. Sango had then gone out for dinner and had come back to find that Miroku had already left. It was now a little after 11:00, but Sango wasn't tired. She sat up and aimlessly watched TV.
She heard the door open and someone walked in. She looked over the couch and saw Miroku in the doorway. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
He looked over at her and said, "Well, in case you forgot, this was originally my room."
"No, that's not what I mean," she said. She stood up, straightened out her skirt and walked up to him. "I mean, why did you back so early?"
"I just didn't feel like going out," he answered.
"Why?" she asked, suddenly concerned. She put a hand to his forehead and said, "Are you sick?"
He pulled her hand from his forehead and held it in his own. "I'm fine. Don't worry," he said. He kissed her hand. "I just felt like being with you."
"Oh!... Well… alright," she stammered. "Well, do you want to go out or something?"
"As long as I'm with you," he said.
"So… it's up to me then," she said. She thought for a minute, then looked back up at him and said, "I have an idea!" She pulled him to the door. "You have to close your eyes though."
"Why?"
"Just because!" she exclaimed, slightly frustrated, but still smiling. "For once, play along! Please?" She gave him a pleading smile.
Miroku couldn't resist that smile; it made her look so innocent and adorable. He smiled down at her. "After a smile like that, of course I have to cooperative." He closed his eyes.
"You're not peeking are you?" she asked, suddenly leery.
"Of course not," he answered. "I told you I'll play along."
Miroku felt Sango grab his hands and lead him out of the room. A few minutes later, after Sango had walked him a little distance, he heard the elevator 'ding' and Sango pulled him on. He felt himself going down; he counted three floors. "Sango, where are you taking me? Why are we on the ground floor?"
"Hey! No fair! No counting floors!" Sango said. "Whatever… I still know you have no clue where I'm taking you."
The next thing Miroku heard was the elevator opening and Sango pulled him out. She led him down a long corridor and then stopped suddenly. "Don't move," she ordered. He heard her fumble around for a minute, then heard a click. She pulled him forward a little distance, then said, "Wait here a minute." Finally, he heard another click and she pulled him a little ways forward. "Alright. You can open your eyes now."
He opened his eyes and looked around. "We're at the pool…" he said confused. Sure enough, Sango had brought him down to the hotel pool. He was looking away from Sango as he said, "I don't know about you Sango, but I don't have a swimsuit with me." He turned to her and asked, "Sango why are we—"
The question immediately died on his lips. He could only stare as Sango pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her dark violet bra to his eyes. She noticed his gaze and turned to him. "What?"
"What are you doing? Someone could walk in!" he said.
"No one's coming in," she explained. "I locked the door. Besides, the pool's closed anyway." (A/N: It's an indoor pool. So no one can really see them.)
"You mean we broke in?" he asked.
"Exactly," she answered. She pulled off her skirt, leaving her in only her bra and matching panties. She turned to Miroku. "Come on! I want to go swimming!"
"I still don't know if we should really be doing this," Miroku said, still uncertain. "It's a risk that I don't want to take."
Sango shrugged and said, "Ugh! You're such a damper! You finally get to see more of me than you ever thought you would, and you're suddenly scared! You said you wanted to be with me, so come on!" She went over to the pool's edge and dove in.
Her outburst really struck a nerve. She was right though; he finally got what he wanted and he was scared stiff. Honestly, he didn't think it would go this far and it scared him that it did. He really wanted to be with her though, so he resigned himself to his fate. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving himself in only his boxer shorts, and dove in the pool as well.
He surfaced right next to Sango and smiled down at her. She put her arms around him and whispered to him, "I knew you'd want to."
Miroku looked in her eyes. "Well, when you're as persuasive as you were, how could I resist?"
She leaned up and kissed him, with as much passion as she could muster. She loved him at that moment and she wanted him to know just how much. His arms wrapped around her, enveloping her deeper into him, and she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues twisted around for a few minutes and they both pulled back, needing air. "I love you so much at this moment," she told him.
"I can tell," he replied, gazing down into her eyes. She looked so happy and carefree at that moment; it was hard to believe that at the start of that week, she'd been a nervous wreck. He kissed her on the forehead and looked back down at her.
Suddenly fear crossed her face and she said, "Miroku! There's something on your face!"
Her expression worried him and he asked, "What? Where?"
She smirked evilly and said, "Right here!" Suddenly, she splashed straight in the face with a handful of water.
It took him a minute to recover from that hit. He finally got all the water out of his eyes and turned to Sango. "You're in for it now!"
She gave him a devilish grin. "Maybe… that is, if you can catch me!" She dove underwater and swam away from him.
Desperate for revenge, he swam after her quickly. He surfaced right in front of her and she splashed him again. He returned the favor and the couple got in a water fight, each one drenching the other. Sango could barely see anymore; she just kept splashing water blindly. She felt Miroku grab her hand and pull her towards him. He held her close to him, not giving her any chance of escaping. "Hmm… what's this?" he said teasingly. "I was going for more water, but I guess you'll do instead."
Sango cocked open her mouth, slightly offended by his comment. "What am I? A consolation prize?" she asked in annoyance.
"Yep," he answered happily, without skipping a beat. "But lucky for you, I never win anything."
Sango closed her mouth in realization and he fixed his lips to hers. Feeling that they were done playing, Sango let down her defenses and devoted all her attention to her kisses with Miroku. What she hadn't noticed was that Miroku had slowly moved his hands behind her head. They broke off and Sango looked up at him lovingly. "And down you go!" Miroku said cheerfully.
She looked at him, confusion evident. "What—" She was cut off by Miroku moving his hands on top of her head and dunking her underwater. When she resurfaced, she gasped for breath, pushed her hair out of her face, looked at Miroku and said, "That was such a dirty trick Miroku! You're in for it now!"
Miroku quickly swam away from her, with Sango right on his tail. He stopped and turned to see Sango a few feet away. He desperately splashed at her, pathetically you might say, and pleaded, "Go away! Go away!"
Sango put her hand to her face so she could see. "Calm down, I'm not here for revenge."
Miroku quit splashing and asked, "You're not?"
"Of course," she said, coming right in front of him. "I'm here to be with you." She leaned up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him intimately. They broke off and she smiled at him saying, "God, you're so gullible!" Immediately, she dunked him underwater.
He surfaced quickly and rubbed the water from his eyes. "You had better run Sango!" (A/N: Or swim, you know… what's the diff?)
She gave out a high-pitched squeak and swam away. He caught up with her and she cringed. "All right! Truce! Truce!"
"Why should I agree to a truce?" he asked.
She thought for a minute, then smiled. "Because," she explained. "If you do, I'll let you choose what we do next!"
"Anything I want huh?" he asked. She nodded in reply. "Well, I guess so! Truce!" Sango held out her hand so they could shake on the deal, but he shook his head. "Nope. I seal my deals another way."
"How?" she asked.
He answered, "Like this." He leaned down and kissed Sango on the lips. She kissed him back and allowed his tongue to enter her mouth. She loved that feeling; it always made her feel as though she was on fire. Miroku's kisses always made her feel like that. It made her wonder how she had survived without him.
Miroku was in paradise as well. Sango was the ideal woman for him and he knew it. He wanted her desperately and wanted to spend all the time he could with her. His hand stroked up and down her back, but after a few moments, he moved his hand up her back, under the clasp for her bra. Sango broke off the kisses, and looked right into Miroku's eyes and, as though she was a mother scolding her child, said, "Miroku…"
He moved his hand back down her back and replied, "I know, I know. No the right place; not the right time. We're not ready… yeah yeah!! I know! I just really want to and with you!"
She looked at him and replied, "You're partially right." He gave her a confused look and she answered his unasked question. "This isn't the right place, but the time is right."
"You mean—" he asked in shock.
She put a finger to his lips and said, "Yes. And let me remind you, it's your turn to choose what we do next."
"I say, we go back upstairs," he said firmly.
"Whatever you say," Sango replied. She broke off her embrace with him and climbed out of the pool. Miroku followed her and they dried off as best they could. Quickly, they redressed and ran back upstairs to their room. Sango went in the room first and noticed the time. "Wow, it's after midnight!" she exclaimed. "We were down there a little over an hour!"
He grasped her hand and pulled her to his chest. He smiled down at her. "The night's still young."
"That's right…" she said, turning to look up at him. "And you're the one who says what we do next."
Miroku picked her up and spun her around. He then came to a stop and fixed his lips to hers. All the while, his hand was traveling up her leg. He came to a stop on her thigh, then broke off the kiss. "I've decided what we're doing."
Sango looked up at him and put her arms around his neck. "We're still not in the right place."
"That can be arranged," he answered, carrying her into the bedroom.
Miroku woke up the next morning thinking that he was still asleep. He thought that he had dreamed the night before. He was staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to move. He turned his head to look over at Sango. She was still sleeping, her head laying on his chest and one arm wrapped across his chest.
One of his arms was wrapped under her, set on her bare back. Slowly, he started to rub her back. Her mouth switched to a smile and she used her free hand to trace along his chest. He continued his massage, and she opened her eyes. "Morning," she whispered softly.
He kissed her forehead. "Same to you."
Sango buried her head in his shoulder and said, "I don't want to move at all today. Let's just stay in bed all day!"
"I know, but we can't," he answered. She looked up at him with a sad look. "We'll go out and spend the whole day together, all right?"
"All right," she said, moving off from on top of him.
Sango sat on the couch a little later. She was sitting cross-legged and looking through her e-mail inbox. She wore a pair of jeans and a purple tank top, and she was on cloud nine. Suddenly her eyes were covered. "Ok, Miroku, come on! I can't see!"
Miroku took his hands from her eyes and sat in a chair close to the couch. Sango closed her phone and put it in her pocket. Miroku looked over at her and asked, "So… I was wondering something. Last night… that wasn't your first time, was it?"
She looked at him, her smile fading, and said, "Well, no but seriously! I'm twenty-five! I was allowed to have other relationships, wasn't I?"
"Yeah, but I'd like to know," he answered. "How many times though?"
"Are you implying that I would sleep with complete strangers?" she asked angrily. "It's not like every guy I date, I turn around and have sex with! I'm no slut! Maybe three times; I don't know! I don't count!"
"I wasn't saying that," Miroku replied, trying to be rational. "I just wanted to know because you seemed… I don't know… experienced."
"Maybe I am," she said, trying to smooth out her anger, unsuccessfully though. "But let me tell you, I wasn't the only one like that! I know that there have been other girls besides me, but I don't care about that! God, am I the only mature one around here?" Angrily, she stood up and turned to walk out. Miroku grabbed her wrist to stop her and she turned to him angrily. "Let me go!"
He held her wrist lightly. "Yeah, so maybe we've had sex with other people, but contrary to what you think, I don't care!" She turned away from him in anger and he continued, "Your dreams also said that you don't care either."
"My dreams?" she asked, pulling her arm from his grasp. "How do my dreams have anything to do with this?" She walked over to the door and was about to open it, when Miroku spoke.
"You've been dreaming about me."
She could feel her mouth open and a small gasp escape. She turned to him, her anger resurfacing, took a few steps forward, and said, "How the hell would you know? You can't just assume that! You can't read my self-conscious! God, you're so pompous! You think that just because I fell in love with you, that you're the only thing on my mind!" She threw her hands up in disgust and stomped out of the room.
Miroku couldn't believe what had happened. He had made Sango so mad and now he'd probably lost her for good; no second chance this time. He leaned up against the couch and tried to think of something to do. A tear fell down his cheek and he wiped it away. Even if Sango came back, she couldn't see him crying. He didn't want her to think that he was weak, but he did want her to know that without her, that's what he was.
Sango walked down the corridor, ashamed at herself. She ducked into a small aclove(sp?), keeping her out of sight from other passerby. She went to the corner, slid down to sit on the floor and let loose the flood of tears she'd been holding back. She had done it again, just like she had in all her other relationships; she'd pushed him away. Whenever someone got that close to her, she built up her wall. She thought that with Miroku, it would all be different; no such luck. He did start that fight though. That much she was sure of. He had started it by questioning her about her sex life, which he had no business knowing. She wiped her eyes and looked at her hand. Her make-up was smeared all over it. She took a tissue from a box in the aclove and wiped her eyes with it. 'Stupid Miroku… now I have to go back and face him,' she thought bitterly. She stood up and walked back to the room.
Miroku heard someone fumbling with the lock and wiped his eyes. Whoever it was didn't need to see him crying over his own mistake. Sango walked in, and although she was trying to hide it, he could tell that she'd been crying. She tried to walk past him. Miroku held out a hand to her and called to her. "Sango…"
"Don't," she said firmly, picking her hand up so it was out of his reach. "I'm just here to fix my make-up and then I'm gone." She walked into the bedroom and came back a minute later, her make-up refreshed.
Miroku reached for her arm, this time successful. "Sango—"
"Let me go," she said firmly, trying to wiggle her arm free.
"No!" he replied, just as firm. "Damn it Sango! I'm trying to apologize to you!"
"Wh…What?" she stammered. She hadn't expected an apology.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, loosening his grip on her arm. "I shouldn't have said those things. It's your private life and I shouldn't pry. Look, last night we had the most amazing time together and that's what I wanted to relish in today. But, now I'm seen as a selfish jerk, because I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and I don't want you to see like that. You're crying because of what I did and it hurts me. I never want to hurt you, and if I ever do, I don't know what I'll do."
Sango could feel more tears forming in her eyes. "No Miroku…" She pressed herself to him and cried. He rubbed her back and it only made her sadder. "No Miroku, it's me. I push people away when they get too close. I didn't want you to know that much and the fact that you kept pushing made me mad beyond reason. I don't want to lose you though, and that's why I cried. I'm the one who should be sorry, not you."
He moved her head to get her to look in his eyes. "It's forgiven Sango. Forgiven and forgotten. I don't want to lose you over a silly fight. I love you Sango. So much." He wiped a stray tear falling down her cheek. "Is that offer to spend the day with you still open?" She laughed at that, smiled and nodded her head. "Then let's go down and eat alright?" Sango nodded and they went downstairs hand-in-hand.
Sango wrapped her arms around Miroku even tighter. They were down in the hotel restaurant eating breakfast. The two of them were sharing an omelette and, although people were staring, they continued their meal. Miroku had fed her the whole time and people kept looking at them; neither one of them cared.
Sango looked up at him. "Miroku, can I ask you something?"
He looked down at Sango, giving her his undivided attention. "Yeah. Sure."
Sango grinned and replied, "How did you know I'd been dreaming about you? I mean, I don't even know who I'm dreaming about, so how could you?"
"Simple," he answered. "Confession time I guess. Every dream you had, I did to you. I actually did all that stuff to you in the mornings. The I'd just play along when you'd tell me about your dreams."
Sango's mouth hung open. "Wait… so since the beginning of this whole week, you've been touching me?! Even before we were together?!"
Miroku stuttered, trying to figure out a way to save his butt from Sango's temper again. "Well… it shouldn't matter now, should it? I mean, we're together. We've crossed… lines that we can't go back over…"
Sango put a finger to his lips. "I'm not angry. I just can't believe that you've been doing this stuff to me and lying to me about it!"
Miroku put an arm around her waist and squeezed it. "Tell you what Sango," he said. "No more lies. That's the only thing I was hiding from you."
Sango looked up at him and asked, "So we're all in the open now?"
"Exactly," Miroku replied. He leaned down and kissed Sango passionately on the lips. They took no notice of the apparent stares of the other patrons and continued their make-out session.
They broke off and the waiter came and took their plate away. Sango stretched and said, "Oh wow, that omelette tasted amazing!"
"Yeah, it did," Miroku replied, looking down at her. "But your lips taste much better." He leaned into her and they kissed once again, completely ignoring the complaints of the other patrons.
"You two sure are getting intimate."
Embarrassed, Miroku and Sango quickly broke off and looked up. Kagome and Inuyasha were both staring down at them, with smirks on their faces. They sat down across from Miroku and Sango, and Kagome said, "I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that you two are now a couple."
Sango looked up at Miroku and he smiled down at her. She turned back to Kagome and said, "Yes. Yes we are."
"Funny how at the beginning of the week, you two couldn't stand each other," Inuyasha remarked.
"Funny how all the time we spend together can change things," Miroku replied, wrapping his arms around Sango's waist.
Kagome smiled and clapped her hands together. "How cute!" she exclaimed. "You two look so cute together!"
Sango sat up in her seat and looked over at her friends. "Please tell me you didn't come here, just to tell us we make a cute couple."
Kagome shook her head. "Nope! That was just a bonus," she replied. "We've come with a proposition for you two."
"A proposition?" Sango asked, looking up at Miroku, only to see that he was confused as well.
"What kind of proposition?" he asked, suddenly a little frightened.
"Alright, so you know how the wedding's tomorrow?" Kagome asked.
"You should know," Sango replied sarcastically. "It's your wedding!"
Kagome stuck her tongue out at Sango and Sango returned the favor. Inuyasha nudged his fiancé in her side. "Real mature Kagome!" he commented, causing her to glare at him. He turned back to his friends and continued, "Anyway, Kagome and I were thinking that since today's our last day as just a couple, we thought that we could just hang out like old friends today. You know, all four of us, just like when we were back in high school, and we could forget all this wedding stuff."
"What would we do?" Miroku asked.
"Well, like normal things we would have done as teenagers," Kagome answered. "You know, stupid teenage stuff. Skating, movies, going out to restaurants and just hanging out. I was also thinking we'd recreate prom night, like get overpriced outfits, eat at a fancy restaurant and go out dancing!"
Sango and Miroku were both in complete shock. They looked at each other in a shared expression and then looked back at the other couple. Sango breathed out a question. "You've really thought this out, haven't you?"
Kagome nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yep! Now you two go upstairs and grab a jacket because we're going ice skating!"
Sango and Miroku stood up and Kagome pushed them towards the lobby. They continued on to the staircase with out any hesitation. Miroku sighed and took Sango's hand. She looked up at him and asked, "What's the matter? You seem depressed."
He faked a smile and told her, "It's nothing."
She pushed her elbow into his chest playfully and said, "God, you're a horrible liar. Something's bugging you, so tell me!" She looked at him with pleading eyes.
Miroku smiled, this time a true smile. "You know I can't resist you when you look at me like that. It's just that I thought we agreed that we would spend the whole day together."
They reached the third floor and Sango stopped him right in the corridor. "We will," she explained. "Just with a few other people."
"But I want to be with you," he replied. "Just you."
"We've spent enough time together just us," she continued. "This is probably the last time we'll all be together. Come on, you can handle one day without me and you alone. Besides…" She wrapped her arm around his and said, "With this 'prom recreation', you get to see me in another one of those fancy dresses."
Miroku's face brightened. "Oh? So it's like the dress you wore on our date?"
Sango smiled. "Yep, only this one might be a little less… oh, I don't know… revealing." She noticed his sudden downcast face and said, "It'll still make me look amazing, I promise!"
"How can you keep a promise like that?" he asked, stopping in front of their room.
"Like this," she answered, leaning up and giving him a loving kiss. She broke it off and they both smiled.
"Oh yeah. I believe you!" Miroku exclaimed.
Both couples had the most fun that day then they've had in a long time. The girls had to re-teach the boys how to ice skate, but later the guys taught the girls air hockey the hard way. Around 3:00 in the afternoon, right after they'd seen a movie, the foursome broke off, the girls going one way and the guys going another.
The two girls shopped for awhile, then both decided on dresses and went back to the hotel. They had agreed that they would use Kagome and Inuyasha's room to get ready, while the guys would use Miroku and Sango's room.
Sango came into Kagome's room right behind her, and looked around. The room seemed empty and slightly messy, thanks to a bunch of kid's toys scattered everywhere. Sango set her dress to lay over the sofa and asked, "Hey Kagome? Where's Shippo?"
Kagome, who had grabbed two drinks from the refrigerator, came back with the drinks and replied, "Oh, he's out with Sota."
"Oh yeah!" Sango remembered. "Your little brother's here!"
Kagome sat down on the couch and motioned for Sango to sit down as well. Sango sat down in an armchair next to the couch. Kagome looked over at her and said, "So… you and Miroku seem really close now."
Sango smiled, happy to think about him. "Yeah, we are."
"Are you two…" Kagome trailed off, then continued. "Just a couple or are you engaged?"
Sango laughed. "Do you see a ring on my finger Kagome?" she asked holding up her bare left hand. "No, we're a couple. A really close couple, but a couple nonetheless."
"Do you love him?" she asked, looking at Sango intently.
Normally, Sango would have blushed, but she didn't. "Yes, I love him," she answered. "I love him with everything in me."
"Doe she know that?" Kagome asked.
"Well, yeah, of course he does," Sango answered. "And he loves me that much too!"
"How do you know?"
"He told me," she said firmly.
"Really?" Kagome said. "Does he know that you feel so strongly for him?"
Sango leaned her head down and replied, "Well, he probably figured it out after last night…"
Kagome gave Sango a confused look and asked, "Last night? What are you talking about?" Sango blushed and looked at her knees. Kagome gasped and looked at Sango in shock. "You… you and him slept with each other?!"
Sango looked up, her cheeks still tinged pink. "There's no point hiding it. You'd probably find out anyway, so yes, we've had sex together."
Kagome had her hands over her mouth in complete shock. She finally stammered, "Um… wow. This is really unexpected. I kind of hoped you two would get to be friends, but I never thought that you'd get together. I definitely didn't think that you two would go that far!"
"So what?" Sango replied. "Yeah, we may be a couple now and yeah, so we've had sex, but that doesn't change anything. It doesn't change anything about this wedding; all it does is give you guys a bit of gossip for later, nothing more."
"It does do one thing," Kagome replied, leaning towards Sango.
"How so?" Sango asked.
"It means that we have to make you look beautiful," she said, standing up.
Sango laughed and looked up at her friend. "He thinks I look beautiful when I'm not even trying to."
Kagome grabbed Sango's hand and said, "Then tonight, he'll think that you look absolutely incredible."
The guys were sitting around as well, waiting for the time to pass until their dates. Miroku was laying down on the couch and had his eyes closed. As much as he enjoyed being able to hang around with Inuyasha, he really missed Sango. He just didn't feel quite right without her.
Inuyasha came back form the bathroom and sat in the chair nearest the couch. He noticed Miroku's downcast face and asked, "Hey Miroku? You sick?"
Miroku opened his eyes and sat up. "No, I'm just really tired. I didn't get to sleep until really late last night." (A/N: Hmm… wonder why??)
Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow at him. "How come? You left the party last night early, claiming the same thing. You were supposed to stay in here to rest, not to lose even more sleep."
"I did so stay in here!" Miroku exclaimed.
"Whatever, " Inuyasha retorted. He looked back over at Miroku. "So, you're with Sango now?"
Miroku smiled, glad to be able to talk about her. "Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
"So you're in love with her?" Inuyasha asked.
Miroku looked over at his friend intently. "I love her with all my heart."
"Really? Does she know this?"
"Yes," Miroku answered. "I've told her many times."
"And does she feel the same?"
"Yes. She's told me so."
"Fine," Inuyasha retorted. "Hey, I was wondering something." Miroku looked up at Inuyasha, who continued. "Where'd you go last night after you left the party?"
"I came back here," Miroku answered.
"And Sango was here with you right?" Inuyasha asked.
Miroku nodded nervously. He hated lying, plus the fact that he sucked at it. "Um… yeah. I went into the bedroom and she was in here doing whatever… probably watching TV."
"Uh huh…" Inuyasha said, not believing him. "Then where were you two last night?"
"What are you talking about?" Miroku asked, trying to cover up the fact that he was lying. "We were here all night."
"No you weren't," Inuyasha retorted. "After you left, I called Kagome to go check on you. She knocked on the door around 11:30, but didn't get an answer… from either of you. She listened to the doorway too, but didn't hear any signs of life. Where were you then? Both of you."
"Fine, " Miroku said, giving up. "We went swimming."
"Swimming?" Inuyasha repeated. "At 11:30 at night?"
Miroku threw his arms up in surrender. "It was Sango's idea, not mine!"
Inuyasha looked at his friend intently. "But you don't have a bathing suit, and I'm sure Sango doesn't either, so…" He trailed off and thought for a moment. His eyes widened and he looked back at Miroku in amazement. "Did you and Sango sleep together?"
Miroku looked away from Inuyasha, embarrassed that he had caught on so quickly. "Yeah, we did," he answered. He looked back at Inuyasha and asked, "Anything wrong?"
"No, just a little shocked," Inuyasha answered. "It's just that the two of you couldn't stand each other at the start of the week, and now you two have had sex together. It's just a surprising turn of events. So what do you think about her?"
"Honestly, I think she's flawless," Miroku said. "She's beautiful, hard-working, loving, and dedicated. I know that she's in love with me, and she knows that I love her. In fact, I don't know what I'm going to do once this wedding is over and we have to separate. I don't think that I can live without her."
"You want my advice?" Inuyasha asked. Miroku looked over to him and Inuyasha continued. "Propose to her."
"What?" Miroku stammered, starting to laugh nervously. "You're kidding, right?" Inuyasha shook his head. "Propose to her? I don't know… I mean what if she's not thinking as seriously as I am? And we did just start getting reacquainted with one another…"
"But you do love her right?" Inuyasha said. Miroku nodded to him and he smirked. "Let me tell you something Miroku. I was having the same thoughts when I decided to propose to Kagome, and look where I am now. It is your life, you relationship, and your choice though. You asked for my advice though, and there it is."
Miroku sighed. "I know. I know. It's just that I don't think I'm ready to make that big of a jump or if Sango is as well. I just don't think that the time is right."
Later, the guys were waiting at the bottom of the staircase for the girls, so that they could all go to dinner. Impatiently, Inuyasha looked at his watch, then back behind him at the staircase. "Damn, can they take any longer up there?" he asked to no one in particular. "If we don't get to the restaurant in 15 minutes, we're going to lose our reservation." Miroku, who was equally getting impatient, merely shrugged.
They heard someone clear their throat behind them. They turned, but didn't see anyone. "Down here!" a little voice cried out.
They looked down and Shippo was standing down on the ground. "Shippo? What are you doing down here? You should be in bed!" Inuyasha said to his son.
"I know that!" Shippo hissed back. "Momma just wants me to say something." He cleared his throat and said regally, "Presenting Ms. Kagome and Miss Sango!" He glared back up at Inuyasha and said, "Now I go to bed!" He turned and ran up the stairs.
"Dumb kids," Inuyasha growled to himself. Miroku had his hand over his mouth, to keep from laughing and Inuyasha noticed this. "What's so funny?" Inuyasha snapped.
"Nothing…" Miroku replied, turning to face the staircase, so Inuyasha wouldn't see him smile. He spotted Kagome on the staircase and called to his friend. "Umm…. Inuyasha…"
"What?" Inuyasha replied, turning to Miroku. Miroku pointed up the stairs and Inuyasha finally saw her. "Whoa…"
Kagome noticed her fiancé staring at her as she came down the stairs. 'Why shouldn't he?' she thought. She had on a long, pale blue strapless dress and her hair was pulled back in a bun. She made it down the stairs and came to her fiancé's side. "Hello Inuyasha," she said, wrapping her arm in his.
"Um… hey Kagome," he stammered.
Miroku looked back up the staircase, then back at Kagome. "Where's Sango?"
Kagome looked at Miroku and smiled slightly. He looked so sad at the fact that Sango wasn't there. He looked like a lost puppy-dog. "Don't worry," she said, reassuringly. "She's putting Shippo to bed."
Inuyasha looked at Kagome, a little surprised, and asked, "And why aren't you doing that?"
"Shippo insisted that Sango do it," she answered simply.
"How long could that take?" Miroku asked pathetically.
"Could be a few minutes… could be longer," she replied. "It all depends on Shippo."
Miroku sighed and turned his back to the staircase. Inuyasha looked up and saw Sango walking down the stairs. He smirked; Miroku hadn't noticed her. "Uh Kagome, let's go get us a cab," he said, starting to pull her towards the exit.
Kagome struggled against Inuyasha. "But… no… wait—" He cocked his head towards the stairs and she looked up and saw Sango, who had stopped to straighten the hem of her dress. Kagome decided to play along. "Right. Let's go. We'll meet you outside Miroku. See you in a few." With that, she and Inuyasha walked out.
Miroku kept his back to the staircase and sighed. A waiter walked past him and looked up the stairs. Doing a quick double-take, the waiter stopped and asked Miroku, "You waiting for someone?"
Miroku looked over at him. "Yeah. I'm waiting for my girlfriend."
"Well, I may be wrong," he said to Miroku. "But I think that might be her." He then walked away.
Miroku turned around and looked up the staircase, finally seeing Sango coming down. His mouth opened and a small gasp escaped. 'She looks incredible,' was his only thought.
Sango saw him staring at her and smiled slightly. That meant that she'd kept her promise to him. Her dress was a dark red color and the top of it was fashioned like a corset, hugging all her curves and accenting her slim figure. The sleeves of the dress were small straps wrapped around her shoulders and the skirt was down to her ankles and slightly flared out from her body. She made it down the stairs and came up to Miroku with a smile on her face. "Well, did I keep my promise or what?" she asked.
Miroku couldn't form any sentences anymore. "Um… yeah…" he stammered. "I…I mean…wow…"
She giggled and moved right in front of him. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Cat got your tongue? Oh wait… that's my job!" Immediately, she kissed him and moved her tongue in his mouth. After a few seconds, she broke off. "There. Is that better?"
He looked down at her and answered, "Yes, much better. I'd much rather you to have my tongue than a cat." (A/N: slightly sweet, slightly eww… I don't know what I was thinking.)
Sango laughed. "Yeah… well, back to my question. Did I keep my promise or what?"
He took a step back and looked at her whole body. "It's absolutely gorgeous. You kept your promise, most definitely. That dress makes you look amazing."
"So you love it?" she asked.
"I do," he answered. He held her hands. "Alright, come on. Kagome and Inuyasha can't hold that cab for very long, and we're already cutting it close for our reservation." They walked outside the hotel, Sango's arm entangled in his own.
End Chapter 5!
A/N: ……. Wow….. I can't believe I finished typing it. This was 19 pages in Word. Well, hope this keeps you satisfied for awhile. This was the longest chapter of the story, so things get short. 3 more chapters left!!
A lot of Miroku and Sango development here. Yes, there was no lemon, and in this story, I never planned on. There just was a lot of sex talk, so you know that they have slept together!!
Anyways, review please!! I leave for a cruise on Saturday, so I'm glad that I got this updated, as well as my other story. I love your feedback!!!
Luv, Kaoli water goddess!!