LONELY NO MORE

Chapter 2 – Meet the boss's nephew!

"I still don't get it!" Miroku complained as he and his uncle were on their way to the main office of the company, where Mushin worked. "Why do I have to help you in the company? You have more than enough people to help you and to boss around."

Sighing, the older man tried to explain to his nephew the simple concept of doing something with your life…for the fifth time since they left the house. "Because, Miroku, I am sick and tired of watching you go out every night, meet some random girl, have a little fun with her, after which you dump her and go to bed…and then repeat the process."

"And what's wrong with that? I'm just having fun, living my life…"

"What life would that be?" Mushin frowned at him, shaking his head. "Miroku, you don't have a life. Like I said, all you do is eat, sleep, bring strangers to your bed and that's it! What about friends, huh? Or getting a job? You're twenty already and you still live off the pocket money I give you like in high school. This is not good for you, which is why I've decided to make you my new assistant…"

Snorting, Miroku looked out the window of the very expensive car they were in, completely ignoring his uncle. As much as he hated to admit it, the old man made a good point about his life…or the lack of it. Miroku sighed again, leaning his forehead against the cool glass of the car's window. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. For the first time in his life he would have to actually work for his money, which he hadn't done ever before…and it wasn't like he could refuse his uncle. As annoying as he could be sometimes, Mushin was Miroku's only family. When the young man was just five-years-old a terrible car crash had left him an orphan, both his parents having died on the spot. He was sure he would have been transferred from one foster home to another after that had it not been his uncle – his dad's brother – who came all the way from New York, where he had been living until then, and moved permanently here so he could take care of his nephew. Soon he had started working in a little shop just next to their apartment and…well, to make a long story short, that little shop was now a multi-dollar company.

"MIROKU!" the loud voice startled him, breaking his train of thought.

"What, uncle?" he asked, looking at the man and then noticing the car had stopped in front the company's main building.

"I was telling to get out of the car; we're already here…unless you plan to spend the entire day in there to spite me?" Mushin asked, raising one of his eyebrows in question.

Miroku looked at him, his previous thoughts returning. Just then he realized something - he shouldn't and couldn't let his uncle down. The man had done so much for him, given up so much for him. He owned him at least this - to try to get his life back together.

"No, uncle." He finally answered, getting out of the car. "I'm coming."

Sango walked quickly down the corridor towards the elevator. She silently cursed herself for staying up so late last night and when she finally decided to go to bed she was already half-asleep, thus forgot to set her alarm clock on.

"And now I have only a few minutes to get to my desk before the boss gets here and fires me for being late!" she thought just as the elevator's doors closed behind her.

Of course, she knew she was overreacting – her boss wouldn't fire her just for being late – but she couldn't help it. The emotional storm that was raging inside her last night still hadn't calmed down and she was feeling like she'd start crying any second. However, before she could dwell on it any further, the elevator finally arrived on the tenth floor and Sango quickly exited the metal box and headed down the corridor towards her desk. But just as she turned the corner, Sango suddenly bumped into someone. Gasping, she tried to compose herself, which let her to tripping over her feet and landing face-first into the stranger's arms.

"And what nice arms they are…" the thought came out of nowhere. "Strong and warm… and his chest is rather…tuned, too."

Realizing she was just standing there, staring stupidly at the person's chest, Sango straitened up and looked up to say something only to have her words of apology caught up in her throat when her eyes got lost into the deepest violet orbs she had ever seen.

"Hey, are you OK? Came his husky voice then and sent shivers down her spine.

"I…um…yes!" finally Sango found her voice and answered the godly-like creature in front of her. "Yes, I'm fine! Just wonderful!"

"Are you sure? You looked like you were in a hurry?"

"Huh?" after a second the meaning of his words registered in Sango's mind and she suddenly remembered she had a job…which she was about to lose! Drama-queen much?

"Uh…sorry, I gotta go!" quickly side-stepping him and marching down the corridor towards her desk, the young woman left behind one very shocked Miroku…

WITH MIROKU

The rest of the morning and lunch break went completely unnoticed by the young man. He was…well, not sure what to feel. There he was standing in the corridor with a beautiful woman in his arms and he was about to charm her like every other lamb, that was "lucky" enough to cross his path, when…she left. Just like that! She left! Never had he met a woman who could walk away from him, seemingly unaffected by his looks.

"MIROKU?" the loud voice of his uncle interrupted his thoughts of the most beautiful woman on the planet. (Not that he would tell anyone, especially her!)

"Coming, uncle." Faking a smile, Miroku casually walked into his uncle's office and took a seat in front of him.

"Now, that I finally have your attention, can we, please, discuss your first project?" Mushin asked once Miroku was seated in one of the comfy chairs.

"Yes, uncle." He answered innocently, making his uncle's eye twitch.

"I was thinking, Miroku, that you could work on a big project to merge our company with a smaller one in order to increase our profit and give us more spice to develop."

"But…"

"And I know you'll need some help so I've decided to assign you a partner. She's well informed of everything about the project and if you have any questions, she's the person to ask."

"She?" Miroku thought, completely ignoring the speech his uncle seemed to be in the middle of. "Well, maybe this won't be so bad after all." A sly grin worked its way on his face. "I wonder if she has a nice behind that I could possibly…"

"Ah, here she is!"

Again he interrupted from those very nice thoughts only to realize someone had walked into the office and was standing next to his uncle…someone very familiar…

"Miroku, please meet your new partner and my personal secretary Sango."

"Well…damn!"

It was her! The girl he had run into in the hallway! And she was his new partner! Looking her up and down, he couldn't help but think that for once God was on his side. Now he would have enough time to woo her in and see for himself just how nice that behind was.

"Miroku, won't you stand up and greet Sango?" Mushin asked when his nephew made no move to get up.

The old man hoped Sango didn't notice that Miroku was obviously checking her out. Even he knew how much she hated when men did that – he had witnessed it himself. Needless to say, the poor boy had to spend a few weeks in hospital after that. Shivering slightly, Mushin pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on the difficult task of keeping Sango's temper in check, which in turn would prevent Miroku from having a nice-sized bump on his head.

"Hello, miss Sango." Miroku had already stood up and was shaking Sango's hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you…properly." He couldn't help but add that last part, remembering their earlier encounter. And seeing the blush that rose to her cheeks made it all the more pleasant.

"Um…yes, it's nice to meet you, too…Mr. Houshi." She said without looking at him at all.

"Oh, please, call me Miroku. I'm not as old as my uncle, after all."

That made Sango giggle and said uncle scowl at his ungrateful nephew. He wasn't old…Well, not that old, anyway! He could still turn on the charm and pick up any girl he wanted and not to mention…

And while Mushin was ranting inside his head, Miroku, too, was in a world of his own.

"Wow! She has a nice laugh. I wouldn't mind listening to it for the rest of my life…WAIT! Where the hell did that come from? The rest of my life? What am I thinking? She's not my fucking wife!"

But even so he couldn't deny the funny flips his heart did whenever she smiled or laughed.

"Miroku? Hey, Miroku?"

Hearing his name, the young man looked up only to find both his uncle and Sango staring at him as if waiting for something.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted to come with me so I could explain to you a few things about the meeting tomorrow." Sango said without looking at him once, her voice a little too cold for his liking.

"Did I offend her? Does she not like me or something?"For some reason that thought saddened him…wait, meeting?

"What meeting tomorrow?" Miroku asked, looking a little bit dumbfounded.

"The meeting I was talking about until now." Sango said. "Did you not hear a word I said?"

"Well…I was thinking…about other things…" he mumbled.

"What other things?" Sango pressed, raising a eyebrow suspiciously.

"Um…well…" quickly deciding that the subject wasn't one Sango would appreciate, Miroku jumped to his feet, offering his arm to Sango. "Shall we go, Miss Sango? I can't wait to get to know you a little better…I mean to get down to business?" he laughed nervously, hoping she didn't notice his slip up.

But by the way her beautiful brown eyes narrowed dangerously he knew he was doomed. The next few hours would be very long…

THAT EVENING IN SANGO'S APARTMENT…WITHOUT MIROKU

"Oof!" Sango sighed tiredly and sat down on her couch to rest her aching muscles. She had just gotten back from work and was feeling completely and utterly tired. And while her body rested, her mind drifted off to a certain man with violet eyes and dark hair.

"Miroku…" her soft whisper carried around the silent apartment.

The man was something else. Sango had to admit – she had never met someone like him before. He was charming, funny, very handsome…and very perverted.

"Huh, stupid pervert." She snorted, remembering how he had the nerve to grope her while she was trying to explain the main points about the upcoming meeting and the deal Mushin wanted to strike with the other company. Of course, he got a very nice-looking hand-print on his cheek for that.

But apparently the man did not take "no" for an answer…ever. He kept trying to touch her and ask her out on – as he called it – "the best date of her life".

"Yeah, right." She thought, frowning.

Sango knew man like that. They wanted only one thing from a woman and when they got it – "Bye, it was nice while it lasted."

Although she couldn't deny the physical attraction towards him, she was far from thinking there could ever be anything more than sex between them.

However, she didn't want only that. She wanted a steady relationship with someone who would cherish and love her and support her and would always be there for her. She was tired of being alone all the time…so very tired.

"But how to deal with him so that I don't give in to his charms?" she wondered aloud.

Sighing again, Sango decided it was time for bed. And while she was waiting for sleep to claim her, a thought suddenly popped in her mind.

"I wonder how it would feel like to be wrapped in those strong warm arms of his."

With that the young woman finally fell asleep, dreaming of bright violet eyes and dark hair, tied in a small pony-tail.

Feeeeeeew! Finally, it's done! I just want to say how very sorry I am that it took me so long to write this but I honestly didn't have ANY time between school and helping at home...
For those of you waited all this time for the second chapter I hope you like it and sorry again for the waiting! :)