Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the characters. If I did, I'd have put myself in the story and made Sesshoumaru marry me.

A/N: You guys rock!! Especially those who reviewed! Thank you for all your support; I'll continue to work hard on "Rewind"! I'm glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter, and this chapter would take a dramatic turn. Sango will see Miroku and Asami. How on earth does that happen? Read on and you'll find out!

Anyway, I realized I haven't mentioned that Sango works for the police force in this story. Sorry about that and just keep that in mind.

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Title: Rewind

Chapter 5: Without a second glance

"His name is Nomura Dai…32 years old…" I read off my file, giving the details of the suspect to the nurse at the reception counter. "He complains of constant migraines, which is affecting his ability to testify in court…"

"The doctor is currently tending to him, so please wait around here, Miss."

I nodded, giving her a courteous smile. "Do you have any idea how long it will take?"

"It should take around two more hours."

"Thank you."

It is going to be yet another long day at work, with some guy involved in some online swindling scam. But it was better than doing nothing, for work had the magical ability to take my mind off certain issues which I'd rather avoid for the moment. It was as if I could seek solace in my job.

"It's alright, and if you don't mind, can you please fill in the address and contact number of the police station here?"

"Sure." I replied, picking up the pen she offered.

Filling the details in the blanks, I handed the file back to the nurse with a small bow, before deciding to go to the food court downstairs for a cup of hot tea. It was going to be a long wait, but at least it gave me a chance to take a little break.

Moments of being alone usually got me thinking about the things I was trying to avoid thinking about, for it was only at my loneliest, did I think of the events that have befallen me.

I had been imposing on Kagome and Sesshoumaru for far too long, not only by being in their home physically, but also, affecting their moods mentally. Kagome had never been able to cheer up ever since I turned up on her doorstep sobbing almost hysterically, with hands cut bloody. Knowing exactly what happened only put both of them in a spot, for Miroku and I were mutual friends of theirs. Miroku was as much of a brother to Kagome as I was a sister. Kagome must also be very upset, especially whenever she talked to Miroku over the phone and held off my whereabouts from him. She would act indifferent, busying herself with some chores, but the tears in her eyes indicated otherwise.

Unbeknownst to Kagome and Sesshoumaru, I've started looking for an apartment of my own to move out into. Bringing my good friends trouble is already bad enough as it is, and to affect others' married life with my horribly failed marriage would make it worse. I've made up my mind – I'll be strong from now on, and depend on myself for a living. I'll put the unhappy past behind me and lead a new life.

With these thoughts in my mind, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and allowed a smile to adorn my face.

Pressing the elevator button, I stood outside, waiting patiently for the doors to open. For how long have I forgotten the feeling of peace in my heart?

Glancing up at the elevator, I mentally counted down with it as it descended.

8…

7…

6…

The door opened. Bowing slightly I made my way in, until a strangled voice, soft and almost hoarse, spoke up.

"Sango…"

I froze. It felt like someone threw a bucket of ice water over me in the middle of winter. So cold, so foreign…yet all too familiar.

I looked up silently, not trusting my voice at that moment. My eyes took in the sight before me, but my mind was hardly functioning properly. So much for all my positive thoughts earlier on…all that was needed to destroy those was his mere presence.

Miroku…

It was him. But he looked so different. And he was not alone.

I did not choose to identify the presence instinctively, but it made itself known.

"Miroku…who's this?" Came a sweet, curious voice from behind him.

My mind still clouded by a haze of shock, I turned in the direction of the voice.

It was a young girl, beautiful with large doe eyes. She was slender and petite, but it was something else that caught my full attention. Despite her slim body, which was glowing with the prime of youth, her abdomen had a significant bulge.

That was what she had and I didn't. That was her trump card, and there was nothing my empty womb held as a counter measure.

He did not say anything, and the atmosphere became even heavier with awkwardness and silence. From our positions, it was evident who he now belonged to. I stood alone, facing him, while she was behind him. It almost led me to think that I was the intruder, threatening their happiness, and he was shielding her from me.

It was more than enough to make me feel nauseous.

"Umm…this is Sango." Miroku introduced nervously, his voice trembling slightly. "And Sango, this is Asami."

"Hello, Sango." The young girl greeted, extending her hand for me to shake. But I didn't take it, and it was until three seconds later did it dawn on her that I did not intend to shake her hand. With a small awkward smile, she drew her hand back, looking away to look up at the decreasing numbers in embarrassment.

I kept mum, feeling the discomfort rising up in me, almost to the point of me wanting to wrench the doors apart and run away. I caught Miroku's eyes in that instant; he looked as if he had so much he wanted to say…but I looked away.

Staring at the metallic walls of the elevator's interior, inhaling the suffocating stench of antiseptic; I kept my eyes glued to my own reflection.

I looked haggard; weary…basically the direct opposite of the woman standing with him. I hated to admit this, but she is attractive. It is not hard to imagine why men would lavish their attention upon a girl like her.

I wanted to scream, "This is my husband! The baby in you is supposed to be in me, not you!"

But I didn't say a thing. If I did, I'm afraid I'd lose control totally.

Silence reigned in the still air. It was almost getting hard to breathe.

And like a light at the end of the darkness, the familiar 'ding' of the elevator rang.

The doors opened, and without a backward glance, I strode out.

Closing my eyes, I walked as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear urgent footsteps behind, making me walk even faster.

"Sango! Wait!" Miroku called out from behind, before he caught up with me. His hand grabbed my arm, and turned me around to face him.

"Let me go!" I hissed, struggling against his death grip on me, trying to wrench my arm free. "Let go of me now!"

"No! I won't let go…I won't!" He insisted, pulling me into his embrace forcefully. "Don't go, my love…"

I stilled; it felt so painfully familiar. His warmth, smell and touch…it was crumbling the walls of defense around me.

I miss him so much…I need him so bad…

Instinctively, I relaxed and ever so slowly, reached around to hold him closer…

"Miroku, help me…" Came a cry from behind.

I gasped, and pushed him away as hard as I could manage. Reason cut through instinct like a hot knife through butter. His eyes were wide with shock and hurt, before he whispered, "Sango…"

Breathing hard, I turned towards the source of the voice. Miroku's bewildered eyes followed the direction of my gaze.

It was Asami, sprawled out on the floor on her side, her arm reaching out weakly for Miroku.

"Miroku…" Her eyes were teary, as she kept repeating his name.

He looked at me pleadingly, before turning to cast a glance at her, at me again, then her.

"Please, listen to me-"

"Go." I said, my voice deadly calm despite my internal turmoil. "She needs you more."

"Sango…"

"Just go."

He cast me another pleading gaze, before looking away to Asami and running off in her direction.

As he did, he gave me another glance, before kneeling down by her side. Helping her up with his back facing mine, I watched as she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

I had to stifle my sadness under a mask of indifference, before turning, and walking away.

Without a second glance.

To be continued…

A/N: I am sure everyone is aching to kill Asami by now! Let me know how you feel about this chapter. Here's wishing everyone Happy New Year!

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