A Series of Serious Oneshots and Poems Chapter 29: Someday, an inuyasha fanfic

A/N: How long has it been? My goodness, I wonder if anyone still reads these…

Well, now that it's summer, I'm hoping to get a few chapters up. I'm not making any promises though.

Disclaimer: Dude, I don't own Inuyasha and Co. I don't own Nickelback, or their song Someday. Kay? Leave me alone.

Oh yeah, it's AU.

Miroku shouted angrily through the door she had slammed shut. "IT'S NOT ALWAYS MY FAULT!" The girl that had been flirting with him (instead of the other way around), has cost him the love of his life.

He glared at the oak door in front of him, reaching out and turning the silver handle, only to discover that it was locked. He ran a hand through his messy black hair, held in a small ponytail, and paced up and down.

How the hell we'd wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables?

From inside the room, a pretty girl, with dark brown hair in a high ponytail threw things into a small suitcase. This was enough. She couldn't take in anymore, tears of frustration ran down her cheeks, and she brushed them away irritated that she was crying. It was his fault. That's what she kept telling herself.

It wasn't the first time Sango had caught Miroku flirting with another girl. Picking up the suitcase she headed out the door, having to pass him. Her fist clenched at the sight of him, and she bit back the insults she was longing to scream.

When Miroku saw Sango, with her fists clenched and a suitcase in one hand, he knew he had gone too far. He loved her didn't she know that? How could he have made the biggest mistake of his life?

"We've fought too much." Sango spoke softly, not daring to look in his eyes.

"But it's not too late!" Miroku cried.

Sango shook her head sadly, and walked out the front door. Turning back one last time, she said, "I think it is."

I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late.

It had been weeks, no months, since he last saw her. And she was more beautiful than ever. How he wanted to make it up to her. Miroku knew he could. He had too. There was no way he would lose her. In his mind, he had not already lost her; someday he would get her back.

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now

Sango stood across from him. The face she knew if she ever saw it again she'd fall for him… again.

"I'm going to make it up to you." Miroku promised, looking directly into her eyes.

"When?" Sango asked harshly, trying to avoid his pressing gaze.

I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when

Even more weeks later, he ran into her, one more time. This time he had paper clutched in his hands. A declaration of his love, a plea of wanting to try again. He handed it to her, and their hands brushed, he had forgotten how soft her hands were.

Sango glanced down at his papers, and looked at the words scrawled across them. They touched her, but she wasn't ready. She didn't want to be hurt again. She didn't want to go through this again. She was trying to heal, and he kept breaking her.

The paper read:

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror.

"No. Not until you tell me when." The words broke her heart, but Sango remained firm.

"Someday, I will." Miroku responded.

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)

It had been more than a year since she left, when she returned to the home she used to share with Miroku. In her arms, she held the papers he had given to her during the last time the met. She raised a hand a knocked.

He opened the door and looked at her in shock. "Sango?"

She nodded, and handed the papers back to him; above his name she had scribbled something. "If we had seen the signs, we could've avoided this, how do we make up time that we missed?"

"Does that mean…" Miroku's question trailed off.

Sango waved a slender hand towards the paper, and Miroku read it aloud.

"How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror."

Miroku felt tears well up in his eyes, and when he looked at Sango, he saw that she too was crying. "Someday." He whispered to her.

"When?" She asked quietly.

He drew her into a hug, and held her tightly. "Right now."

She smiled and returned the hug. "Than nothings wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." He replied.

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

End

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