A/N: Gosh… ya'll don't like me much anymore do ya? I can understand that… I haven't updated for almost 3 months; but I have an excuse!! I'm a high school sophomore who has homework Nazis for teachers!! Age old excuse, but it's true! I haven't had time to hardly breath, much less update; I really have wanted to though!

Also a reason I know ya'll don't like me too much; I only got like 5 reviews for last chapter. After getting 17 reviews for Chapter 6, getting 5 for the last one felt like a let down. I thought I meant more to ya'll than that!! (-Teary eyes-)

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Disclaimer: Yes! I do own Inuyasha!... And I'm talking about my Inuyasha plushie who's hiding behind my pillow! Not the show, no… that's Rumiko-sensei's honor.

Chapter 8: Last Minute Changes

Miroku was having problems breathing as he woke up; why? Because his beloved's hair was almost suffocating him. Smiling, he moved Sango's hair out of her face and his and stroked her cheek as she continued using his chest as a pillow.

Slowly, he caressed his hand over her curves, committing each to memory. Sango opened her eyes and looked up at him with a smile. "What's wrong with you Miroku? Wasn't last night enough for you?"

He laughed softly. "It's never enough."

"Flirt," she said simply with a smile on her face. "Let me up. I need to get dressed."

"What's the hurry?" he asked playfully, wrapping his arms around her bare even tighter.

"Miroku… let go!" Desperately, she pushed against him, trying to get out of bed. "I have to get dressed!! I have to pack!"

"Oh…" Defeated, he let her go and sat up sadly.

Sango wrapped a blanket around herself and sat up, holding it up to her chest. She sat right next to him and said, "I'm sorry Miroku, but my flight leaves at 3:00. I need to get out of here after lunch and it's already 11:00." She kissed his cheek and got out of bed.

Later, Sango had gotten dressed in a tight0fitting pair of jeans and a white halter-top. She had cleaned out all her drawers and had all her clothes laying on the bed. She went in the bathroom and grabbed everything she left in there. Her suitcases were under the bed where Miroku had put them at the start of the week. She crouched down on the ground and tried to pull it out. She pulled at it again and it still wouldn't budge. She growled in annoyance and sat back on the floor. "Miroku! Can you come help me?"

Miroku walked back in the bedroom. After he'd gotten dressed in baggy jeans and a black polo shirt, he had gone into the living room to leave Sango to pack. "What's wrong?"

"My suitcases are stuck," she answered simply.

He sat down on the floor next to her. "Maybe it's a sign."

Sango smiled. "Just get my suitcases for me."

"Fine," he sighed. He pulled at her suitcase and it easily came out from under the bed. Ignoring Sango's amazed stare, he pulled her other suitcase out easily and stood up. "There you go."

She looked up at him and asked, "Miroku, are you mad at me?"

He sighed and said, "I'm mad, but not at you. I'm mad about our situation. I mean we just got engaged and now we have to separate."

"It's not like we'll never see each other again," Sango said, standing up. She stood in front of him, looking into his eyes. "We do have a wedding to plan. In order for that to happen, we have to be together."

"But when?" he countered. "We never see each other."

"That's true," Sango replied. "I travel so much for work, so I'm rarely home and aside form that, we don't even know where the both of us live!"

"Well then we'll need to figure that out, won't we?" He looked down at Sango. "Where do you live?"

"In Tokyo, in the suburbs outside the city," she replied.

"Well, I'm in Tokyo as well. I'm in an apartment downtown though."

"That's probably the reason we never saw each other before," she said. "The only time I'm downtown is for work."

"I have a solution Sango," Miroku said. He laid a hand on her cheek and explained, "Why don't you move in with me? You could get to work quicker and we can be together."

"I can't do that," Sango answered softly.

"Why not?"

"For Kohaku's sake," she said. "He's almost done with school. He's sixteen, but I don't want him to have to adjust to a new school right before he graduates. Just the fact that I'm getting married will be hard for him to adjust to. I don't want him to have to get used to a whole new school."

"I understand," Miroku replied. He took Sango's hand and asked, "How about I move in with you and him?"

Sango thought for a moment, then said, "I guess you could, but I don't know how he'd react. I mean, to him, you're a complete stranger. To suddenly have you move in, could seem strange."

Miroku gave her an amused look. "Sango when did you become a psychologist? Look, you just have to talk to him. I mean, if he's alright with us, then he'll be alright with me moving in, right?"

Sango had a completely blank look on her face. "Um… yeah..." she trailed off and looked down in shame.

"Sango?" He looked at her and asked, "He does know about us, right?"

Sango kept her head down, then looked up at him. "Um… I…" Miroku wrapped his arms around her waist and she shook her head. "No… he doesn't know."

Miroku moved his hand into Sango's pocket and pulled out her phone. He held it up to her and said, softly yet firmly, "Call him." Sango took her phone from him and punched in the familiar number.

Kohaku was starting to get used to being alone. Sango was gone so much, it was kind of like she didn't live there at all. He was looking around a cabinet for a clean bowl he could use when the phone rang. Confused as to who would be calling on a Sunday, he answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey Kohaku, it's me."

"Hey sis! What's up?" he asked enthusiastically. Sango didn't usually call outside of their usual phone call once a week.

Sango was sitting on the bed next to Miroku. She shifted around nervously and he grabbed her hand to reassure her. "Listen Kohaku, I want to ask you something. If you're not sitting down, I suggest you do."

Kohaku sat down at their kitchen table and said, "Well, what do you want to ask me?"

Sango took a deep breath and she could feel Miroku squeezing her hand. "Kohaku, how would you feel if someone moved in with us?"

Kohaku quirked an eyebrow, which of course Sango couldn't see. "What someone do you have in mind?"

Sango dropped her head down. "Shit!"

Miroku looked at her. "What?"

She shook her head, telling him to forget about it. Talking to Kohaku, she said, "A friend of mine."

"A friend of yours huh?" Kohaku said out loud. "Well, if that's the case…"

"Kohaku wait!" Sango interrupted him. "Before you decide, I have to tell you something. I got engaged."

Kohaku froze where he was sitting. "You… you what?"

"I got engaged," Sango repeated. Miroku moved next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "The person who would be moving in is my fiancé."

"Well, I guess that can't really be helped," Kohaku said, recovering from his shock about Sango's announcement. "So what's his name?"

Sango looked over at Miroku and smiled. "His name is Miroku."

"Miroku? That name sounds familiar…" Kohaku thought for a moment then remembered it. "Oh yeah! That's the name of the guy you were always bitching about in high school!" (A/N: typical little bro response….)

Sango sweat dropped. She laughed nervously and said, "Well, that's the Miroku I'm talking about."

"What?" Kohaku asked. "How'd that happen?"

Sango sighed. "It's a long story. Basically what happened was we were each other's dates to the wedding. We went out on a couple real dates and then it all just escalated from there."

Miroku nudged her side. "Sango, let me talk to him."

"What?" Sango looked at her fiancé in shock.

Kohaku continued talking over the phone, "Sis, I still don't understand…"

"Hold on a minute Kohaku," Sango ordered. She covered the mouthpiece on her phone and looked at Miroku. "What did you say?"

"Let me talk to him," Miroku said.

"Uh… alright," she answered. Miroku nudged her in the side once more and Sango went back on the phone. "Kohaku? I'm going to let Miroku talk to you."

"Oh! Uh… ok.." Kohaku stammered.

Sango handed the phone over and Miroku began speaking. "Hey Kohaku. This is Miroku."

"Um… hello…"

"Your sister talks about you a lot," Miroku stated.

"She does?"

"Yeah," Miroku continued. "Look Kohaku, I know this is probably weird for you to hear, but I love your sister. I know that me and her had our differences in the past, but we forgave each other. Believe it or not, we actually ended up staying in the same hotel room together."

"Really? How?"

"It's a long story," Miroku replied. "Your sister can probably explain it better than me. Listen though, I fell in love with your sister and she had the same thing happen to her. That's why I asked her to marry me."

"After one week though?"

"Well, we did know each other in high school," Miroku explained. "I actually had a crush on her way back then. As corny as this may sound, over this week, my old feelings for her grew."

Sango listened to Miroku explain all this silently. She was so touched. That is exactly what happened to her and just to hear that the same happened to him was touching. She sat up behind Miroku and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. She kissed his neck and listened to him continue to talk to Kohaku.

"I asked her if she wanted to move in with me, but she said no," Miroku continued.

"Why?"

"She did it for you," Miroku replied. "She didn't want you to have to re-adjust to a new school right after you had to graduate. She doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed by all this. It's a big step for all of us. She just wants you to know that you have a say in all this, and I do too. I really want you to feel like your opinion matters, because it does. Now I'm going to let you talk to Sango again, alright?"

"Yeah, alright," Kohaku answered. "Thanks Miroku."

"No problem," Miroku replied. "I'll talk to you soon. Here's your sister." He handed the phone back to Sango.

"Kohaku?" she said. "So how about it? Would it be alright if he moved in with us?"

"Yeah, I'm fine with it," he answered.

"Great. I'll see you when I get home."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know Kohaku. I really don't," Sango said. "I have to go. I need to finish packing for my flight. Talk to you later."

"All right. See you later," Kohaku replied. "Hey Sango?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't let go of this guy. I really like him."

Sango looked at Miroku and said, "Me too, Kohaku. Me too."

She hung up the phone and Miroku asked, "So what did he say?"

Sango looked over at him and replied, "He's okay with it. You can move in with us."

"Aren't you happy about that?" he asked, looking at her slightly stoic face.

She smirked at him and threw her arms around his neck. "I'm ecstatic! Miroku, we're going to live together!"

"Can you fit all three of those dresses in your suitcases?" Miroku asked.

"I don't know," she answered. "I'll have to try though." Sango looked over at the dresses she'd acquired over the week; the black one she wore on their first date, the red one from their double date, and her dress from the wedding, which held the memory of Miroku's proposal. She carefully folded each one and placed it in her suitcase, closing and locking it. "Alright, that's one down." She still had about half her clothes still on the bed. She opened her empty case and started to place her remaining clothes.

Miroku handed her some clothes to help her out and noticed a familiar object on the bed. He picked up Sango's chain and glanced over at his fiancée. She hadn't noticed his movements, so he decided to surprise her. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her on the neck as he waited.

Sango nearly melted in his arms. "Miroku…" She tried so hard to resist his charms. "Stop it. I need to finish this." She felt him move around her hips, where her jeans rested. "What are you doing?"

He smiled at her and she gave him a confused look. He stroked his hands up her shoulders and rested them there. "I knew it."

She turned around and took a step away from him, eyeing him suspiciously. "Knew what?"

He fingered along her hips, where the top of her jeans were. "That chain just makes you look sexier." He pulled Sango up against him using one of her belt loops and the chain. "I'm not going to let anyone else have the pleasure of seeing you."

"What gives you the authority to decide that?" she asked, seeing the predatory gleam in his eye. "You know I'd never give anyone the same pleasures I give you."

"Just making sure," he answered. He leaned down and fixed his lips to Sango's. He felt her tongue trying to get into his mouth and decided to let her have her way. He moved his hands all over her body, memorizing every contour.

Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her hands into his hair. She pulled it out of its hold and wrapped her fingers in it. She loved this time; the times when Miroku gave all his attention to her and nothing else. These times made her regret the fact that she was leaving. She half-heartedly broke off from him. "After something like that, I feel terrible leaving you."

"It's fine. I'm just going to miss being able to do that," Miroku replied, moving his hands from Sango to fix up his hair. "Damn though, why do you have a sudden fixation on messing up my hair?"

"Because," Sango replied, stepping away from him. "You always mess with mine, so this is payback." She moved over her suitcase and put in the last few items. Closing it up, she looked back over at Miroku. "How about we go get some lunch?" She glanced at the clock really quick. "We've got time."

Miroku made an overdramatic bow. "Whatever you wish my dear."

Sango giggled. "Oh my… such chivalry! Didn't I get lucky?"

"Indeed you did," he replied taking her hand. "Now let's go eat, alright?" Sango nodded and allowed him to lead her out.

Sango wrapped her arms around Miroku's neck and held him tightly. She let out a small sob, trying not to cry. Miroku had his arms around her and rubbed her back. "Don't cry," he whispered.

"I'm trying," she replied.

They broke off their embrace, but they kept their hands clasped. "It's not like we'll never see each other again," Miroku explained. "I'll always be there for you. Don't ever forget that." He took a piece of paper from his pocket and put it in Sango's front pocket.

"What's that?" Sango asked, looking into his eyes.

"My home and cell phone numbers. If you need to talk to me for any reason, I'm just a few numbers away." He kissed her forehead.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said softly. She leaned up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. She broke off and said, "I'm going to miss you so much Miroku. You'll come visit right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, and I'll eventually move in too. Don't think I forgot our deal."

"I'll be waiting for it," she replied. "So when are you leaving?"

"Not for a few more hours," he answered. "I miss you already Sango."

She embraced him. "Me too." They stood there holding on to each other and their tears.

"Excuse me miss? We can leave as soon as you're ready."

Sango turned to the cab driver and said, "Alright. Just a minute." She quickly pecked Miroku on the cheek. "Call me."

"Of course my dear," he answered. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. "You should get going. Always remember one thing. I love you Sango."

"I'll never forget," she answered. "I love you too. I'll call you later." She reluctantly broke away from him and got in the cab. They waved to one another as the cab drove off. Sango waited until Miroku was out of sight before she finally let her tears flow. Little did she know that Miroku did the same thing.

Sango sighed as she sat in her seat. She had boarded the plane a few minutes before and was now waiting for it to take off. She would be heading back up to Osaka for the rest of her fashion show. After that, who knows where she'd go? She could go back home, or to a conference, or to another show; her job was so unpredictable.

It had only been two hours, but she was already missing Miroku. She looked down at her ring wistfully. 'God, being without for this long is going to be torture.'

She took out her phone and looked through it. When she came to her inbox, she wrinkled her nose. 'Miroku's right. Why do I keep all these?' His name finally escaped her lips and she sighed. She fished in her pocket and found the piece of paper he had given her with his numbers. Quickly, she began inserting them into her phone's memory.

She was oblivious to all around so a voice startled her. "Is this seat taken?"

Sango didn't even look up, but answered, "No go ahead."

The guy sat down next to her, but she paid no attention. She continued inserting the information and he glanced at what she was doing. Noticing the paper, he asked, "Boyfriend?"

"No," Sango answered, saving the numbers in her phone. "Fiancé." She shut her phone and then she recognized who she was talking to. "Miroku?!" She turned and right next to her sat her grinning fiancé. She threw her arms around him immediately. "Oh my god! What are you doing here?!"

"What do you think I'm doing here?" he asked after she had moved to sit back in her own seat. "I'm going to Osaka with you."

"But what about your work?" she asked.

"Well, like you, my work's easy to take on the road," he said smoothly.

She looked over at him. "But what about your flight?"

"I'm on it!" "But you said that it left in a few hours!"

"It did. I said that a few hours ago." Sango bonked him on the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For making me think that we'd be separated when we weren't!" she exclaimed. Taking a deep breath, she laid a hand on his cheek. "I missed you so bad." She leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. Her tongue roamed freely in his mouth; she thought that she wouldn't feel it again for months.

They broke off and Miroku caught his breath. "Damn Sango…"

"I'm sorry. I didn't think that I would see you again for months," she explained.

He laid her head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around her. "It's alright Sango. Believe me, I don't mind, but the other passengers might. Let's hold off until we get to the hotel."

Sango brought her head up. "But the hotel only thinks that I'm going to be there. Alone."

"No they don't," Miroku answered smoothly. "I called them. It's set for two."

Satisfied, Sango laid her head back on his shoulder and glanced at her phone once more. Resolute, she flipped it open.

Flashback

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."

End Flashback

'So I was waiting for a successful relationship?' she thought. 'Well, if I don't get rid of these stupid things now, there's no way I can make this relationship with Miroku the best one ever!'

"Sango?" Miroku said, snapping her out of her daze. "You need to turn that off. The plane's going to take off soon."

"I need to do something first," she said. She went to the 'delete' button and pressed it. Confirming that this was what she wanted, she watched as her inbox was wiped clean. She then turned her phone off, noticing that Miroku had watched her the whole time.

"Are you sure you should have done that?" he asked.

"Of course," she answered. "I told you that I wouldn't get rid of them until I found the right relationship. Well, if this isn't right, I don't know what hope I have left. But I have the feeling that this is it." Pecking him on the cheek, she laid her head on his shoulder, thanking the ignorant plumbers who left her pipes to burst that day in the hotel.

End of An Emotional Wedding!!

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