Disclaimer: No, I do not, can not, will not and have not own Inuyasha, nor any of its strange, plot-twisted, bad-past, tortured-souled characters. If I did, I'd be rich and out of school!
. . .MEMORY TIME!!! Yes, this is a short flashback chapter to tell you the history of Sango and Miroku's childhood. Well, okay, Kagome and Inuyasha are there, too, but is this story based on their relationship? NO!
This story has been coming to me like LIGHTNING! I hope people are liking it. This is the first story that I've enjoyed writting. I'm happy with it, so far. Yeah!
Chapter Five: The Past Cannot be Undone (real original, I know)
Miroku giggled as he, Kagome, Kagome's mom, and Inuyasha, jumped into the car to go to the park. It was cool outside, nearly cool enough to need jackets, but not yet. He and his two friends pointed to random things on the way that amused them, laughing at people on the streets dressed as bananas, batteries and dogs. The world humored them at five.
When they flooded out of the car, Kagome squealed and shot toward the sandbox across the park. Kagome's mom called after them, warning them not to walk off with anyone. Miroku smiled. Sure, they couldn't go anywhere with anyone, but that didn't mean someone couldn't come with them.
Along the way, he took note of the girls. They were funny people, with their long hair, braided or in pigtails. They looked different than boys. He had seen Kagome before when they were younger in baths. Inuyasha, too, but Kagome looked weird. She was missing a . . .
"Come on, Miro!" Inuyasha yelled in an annoying voice. Miroku hurried after them, laughing as he and Inuyasha jumped into the box . . .Miroku almost landing on a girl. She squealed and brushed sand off her arms and legs.
"Gomen!" Miroku said, helping the girl brush off the sand. "I didn't see you." He smiled down at her and offered a hand. "Hi," he said, leaning down. "I'm Miroku! What's your name?"
She looked at him, his hand, and his friends before taking his hand and standing. "I'm . . .Sango."
Kagome smiled and leaned into the girl's sight. "I'm Kagome! Ka-go-me!" She giggled and the girl blushed as she offered her own small smile.
Kagome kicked the white haired boy. "This lump is Inuyasha! He's a pain in the bottom!" Sango giggled and reached down to shake his hand. He looked at it before turning his head away and offering his hand. "Hello," he said shortly.
Miroku plopped down, digging into the sand, preparing to build his fortress of terror! But, half and hour later, ended up only with a fortress of boredom. Inuyasha stood quickly and roared.
"I am Godzilla!" He stomped over to the lump of sand and then stomped on it. Miroku laughed and growled. "I'm King Kong!" They both went about destroying enemy fortresses as Kagome and Sango giggled and continued making random things in the box of fun.
Kagome looked over at the girl beside her, a smile still on her face, from ear to ear. "So, Sango, were are your parents? Are they walking the baby, too?"
Kagome had been told the night before that she was going to be an older sister. She had said her mommy and daddy were having a baby, and that the baby was inside her mom's stomach. Miroku had laughed, at first, but Kagome's mom had said so. Then, this morning, Kagome's mom had said she wanted to 'walk the baby'. They were still clueless as to how and why, but at the moment they really didn't care.
Sango shrugged and pointed to one of the couples on a bench. "The short woman and the tall man." She told them, tossing sand onto Miroku once-fortress. "Mom wants to talk with dad. She seems happy about something."
Kagome smiled as she and her new friend began to pile up the sand as Miroku looked off to the side as Inuyasha ran toward the swings. The boy and two girls followed suit, shouting about Inuyasha running faster than them. Miroku jumped onto a swing and began a new contest. Who could swing higher?
About an hour later, Sango realized it was getting darker and that her parents were just sitting together, watching her with smiles on their faces. She smiled and waved back. Kagome poked her and they all ran around together playing tag.
Miroku was tagged and looked back at the brown haired girl that had tagged him.
It was, no doubt, the best day in his life.
It was nearly twelve when Sango arrived in class. Her mom had taken her to the doctor this morning and had stayed a bit longer alone with the doctors. Whatever was going on, her mother walked out happy and glowing. Her teacher smiled and handed her the paper just as a squeal went through the room. "Sango!"
"Kagome?" they laughed, only realizing then that, all along they had been classmates. Inuyasha was sitting only a row away from Sango. They at lunch together and never forgot the first days of their friendship.
Sango sighed as she watched Kohaku run around the park, the same place she had first met the people that now stood, their own siblings running around, beside her. Kagome talked to her about a dress for a play the sixth grade was putting on. She laughed when Inuyasha grumbled about her being a terrible singer and the angered girl chased after the now fearful boy, leaving Sango alone with Miroku.
He smiled down at her and handed her his can her soda. She smiled and took a small sip before handing it back and smiled her thanks. That had been the first time his hand had come to be on her butt. Sango had slapped him then, and she would continue the tradition until the end of time.
Sango was awakened by a knock at their front door. She turned to her clock and saw it was one A.M. Who ever was at the door could rot in hell. Why was anyone visiting them this early in the morning? After the forth knock, she rolled out of bed and slipped into a robe. Maybe Miroku or Inuyasha had only just gotten back from the dance and were only just remembering the test tomorrow.
She opened the door ready to cruse when she looked up into the face of a very tall, very stern looking man. "Evening, miss." He said softly, holding a hand out. She took it and looked up into the eyes of the policeman. He looked too tired to complain about his presence.
"May I help you with something, sir?" she asked, trying not to sound tired. He was most likely doing his job, so . . .
He nodded and took out a piece of paper. "Are you . . .Aijo Sango?"
"Um . . .hai."
"Sis?" Kohaku stepped downstairs, wearing only boxers and holding a baseball bat.
"Go to bed, Kohaku. I'll wake you up in the morning. Go." He glared at the policeman then walked up, mumbling about being courteous. "Sorry. Brothers are protective at any age." He nodded but said nothing. "Is there something . . .?"
"Your parents . . ." he started, looking up into her eyes. "They were in an accident."
"Please come in." She hurried him inside, so that she didn't have to stand outside in the cold in nothing but a robe and sleeping clothes.
They sat in the living room, him keeping his eyes locked with hers as he started again. "I'm sorry, Miss Aijo, but your parents didn't make it."
Sango swallowed, but a slight sob came through, choking her. Kohaku jumped off the stairs, bat in hand. "What'd you do to sis?" he yelled, standing in front of her. Sango took his hand, put her head to his shoulder and told him what the man had said. He sat beside he as the policeman told them that a drunk driver had plowed into their car downtown and that the man was now in their custody. As he finished, he apologized her their loss and left them to weep for their lost parents.
Sango nor Kohaku went to school the next day, but instead went to the police station to see the man that had killed their parents, find out the date for he court appearance and then to see to their parents.
The only thing left to do, now, was to tell everyone and take care of the expenses.
Easier said then done when you were seventeen and had no family.
Well, that was a look at Sango/Miroku's life. More Sango, of course, but Miroku will come in in a bit. Until then, review and be happy.
