Lonely No More
Chapter 3 – A Wedding?
Surprisingly the day hadn't turned out as bad as Sango had thought it would. Miroku had shown up on time for the meeting, had been prepared …sort of and most importantly had kept his hands to himself. She was truly impressed with his professional behavior during the meeting with the clients. However, the moment they were alone he had his hand on her knee and was trying to ask her out. Sango finally got him to back off by threatening to make sure he never had children. That worked better that she thought because he didn't bother her for the rest of the day.
Now it was almost six in the afternoon and that meant it was time for Sango to go home. Just as she was gathering her things there was a knock on her office door.
''Come in.'' the young woman called only to be greeted by none other than Miroku's sly smirk. ''Can I help you with something?" she asked when he just stood there looking at her like she was a piece of meat.
''Why, my dear Sango, have you forgotten? Tonight is your lucky night because you get to spend it with the most handsome bachelor in the city.'' Miroku said with a confident smile and even wink at the shocked woman who stood staring at him like he had just grown another head right before her eyes.
''What the hell are you talking about?'' Sango almost yelled when she finally managed to found her voice.
''Well, you see my uncle decided you deserve a reward for the great work you've been doing here, especially at today's meeting. So I've been ordered to take you out to celebrate.''
Sango raised a brow at Miroku's declaration and thought about smashing his head on the desk. But it was a nice desk and she really didn't want to have to explain to her boss why she needed it replaced.
''Are you serious right now?'' she asked. ''Don't tell me you actually believe I'm gonna fall for that…that…it's not even worth calling it a pick-up line or something.''
''But that's the truth…''
Sango had had enough. Without thinking she pulled her hand back and with as much force as she could muster Sango punched Miroku right in the face.
''OHHH! FUCK!'' he exclaimed while going down on his knees and holding his now broken nose. ''Sango! What was that…'' he looked up the woman…only to realize he was alone in the office and Sango was nowhere to be found.
Slowly standing up, Miroku blinked a few times, trying to clear his blurry vision. The woman could hit, he had to admit that and she was even more beautiful when she was all fired up with rosy cheeks and blazing brown eyes…but, fuck, it really hurt! He might even have to go to the hospital.
Running down the corridor as fast as she could, Sango tried taking deep breaths to calm herself down. It wasn't working.
''Oh my God, I can't believe I did that! What's wrong with me?'' she kept murmuring.
That was definitely an unexpected turn of events. But Sango couldn't help it – something inside of her just snapped when he started hitting on her again and she thought about all the other women he must have used those same lines on. It was almost like…she was…no, no no! There was no way she was…that! It was ridiculous to even consider the idea. Shaking her head quickly as if that would banish the thought from her mind at once and never let it return, Sango left the building as quickly as possible.
However, even after she had gotten home, the annoying little voice in her head kept reminding her of the one thing she really wanted to forget – the reason she had punched her boss's nephew was in fact…her jealousy.
"Oh my God! Look at this dress, it's so beautiful!'' Kagome exclaimed, showing Sango the white wedding dress she was currently looking over.
''Kagome, that's what you said about the seven previous dresses as well!'' Sango complained as she sat down in one of the comfortable push chairs in the third wedding shop she and Kagome visited. Her feet were starting to hurt and if she had to see another white piece of cloth again anytime soon she would burst like a watermelon on a very hot day…wait, that didn't even make any sense.
''Urg!'' Sango thought. ''I am starting to lose my mind already! ''
Today was Saturday and Sango had the day off. That's why Kagome thought it would be a wonderful idea to go looking for a wedding dress while Inuyasha was out of town on some big business meeting. Foolishly, Sango had agreed, not knowing what she was walking into. It seemed Kagome couldn't make up her mind and choose a dress. They were going from one shop to the other for five hours straight and she was ready to call it a day.
''It's not like the wedding is tomorrow.'' She thought while Kagome was trying on the next dress. ''She could try again another day and drag with her someone with more stamina…and a taste for pain and tortures, maybe.''
A giggle escaped her then, making the saleswoman who was standing next to her look at her with a raised brow.
''Why did I even agreed to this in the first place?'' she wondered silently.
Just then, as if to answer her question, a quick flash from her last encounter with a certain somebody reminded her exactly why she was willing to submit herself to shopping for dresses instead of standing in her empty apartment and thinking about him.
'' It's too tight around the neckline.'' Kagome said as she walked out of the dressing room, wearing a long flowing white dress with laces on the edges.
''Kagome, it's a pretty dress but I don't think it suits you very well.'' Sango commented as she gave her friend a look-ever.
''Do you really think so?''
''Yep. But it's your choice so if you like it then buy it.''
''I don't know, Sango…I just want everything to be perfect, you know? What if Inuyasha doesn't like it?''
''Trust me, Kagome, Inuyasha won't give a damn about what you'll be wearing.'' Sango laughed. ''His only concern will be taking it off you afterwards.''
''Sango!'' Kagome exclaimed and blushed redder that a tomato…although she couldn't deny she was looking forward to that part as well.
''Here,'' Sango said after both girls had laughed to their hearts'content. ''Let me take a picture of you with the dress so later you can look at it and decide if you want it or not.'' Turning around to take her phone from the back, Sango froze as her eyes landed on the window and she saw who was standing outside and gazing right at her.
''Miroku…''
Today was not Miroku's day. After being laughed at by his uncle for getting beat by a girl he went to the hospital where the doctor confirmed his nose was indeed broken. Then he went home, took some painkillers and fell asleep on the couch.
The next two days he spent looked up in his apartment because he didn't want to be seen with a broken nose and having to explain what happen, which meant no girls to distract him. That let to a lot of free time to think about a certain brown-haired woman with one hell of a right hook and all the things he would love to do with her…to her. Needless to say, those two days weren't on his list of happy times.
Now it was Saturday and he could finally remove the bandage around his nose and go out in the real world! OK, maybe he was being a little overdramatic but he had a good excuse. Not every day you get punched by the woman you're uncontrollably and helplessly…well, not in love, obviously, but… infatuated with…lusting after…desire with every fiber of your being…you get the idea.
Quickly dressing in some comfortable clothes, the young man headed out of his apartment. It was sunny outside and a lot of people were walking along the streets happy and content. Pulling his phone out, Miroku decided to call one of his…''lady friends'' to help him pass the time.
''And maybe to help me get Sango out of my head.'' He thought just as he walked by one of the many bridal shops in the city. Glancing through the glass window, however, made Miroku freeze in mid -step.
There in the bridal shop was Sango! For some unknown reason panic floated Miroku. What was she doing there? It couldn't be that she was looking for a…dress…could it? Maybe there were selling other things that she would be interested in…right? He was starting to freak out and what was worse was that he had no idea what-so-ever why exactly seeing Sango in a bridal shop bothered him so much…moreover, the fact that if she was looking for a wedding dress then she would most likely be wearing it…on her wedding day…
''Oh God!'' he thought, still standing in the middle of the busy street, completely ignoring the people who were giving him strange looks and irritated scows. ''Sango's getting married!''
Sango stood frozen in her place as she stared at the man who had occupied her every thought in the day and her every dream in the night. The man who right now was standing outside the bridal shop and had seen her inside!
''Oh, God! What would he think now?'' Sango's frantic thoughts surprised even her. Why would she care if he thought she was getting married or not? It was her life and she could do what she wanted…and a presume marriage could be the perfect thing to keep the lecher away from her.
''Urrr! This is so frustrating! He is making me question everything and continues to annoy the hell out of me!''
Still though, it made her fell unease to lie to him. Why she was feeling like that was beyond her. Sighing softly, Sango decided to go outside and explain to Miroku that it was her friend looking for a wedding dress, not her.
However, when she looked back out the window Miroku was gone. For a second she entertained the idea of running out and chasing after him but she quickly shook her head to get rid of that silly thought. Why would she try to explain herself to him? She didn't own him any kind of explanation.
''Sango, I need your help!'' Kagome called from the dressing room.
Sighing again, Sango turned from the window and went to help her friend.
Monday was going to be Hell.
I know, I know! You probably hate me for taking so long to get this chapter out...and I really don't have any good excuse except this...life got in the way!