Declaimer: I don't own Inuyasha

LONELY NO MORE

CHAPTER 6 – WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?

Sango stood completely immobile for a few seconds before regaining control of the body and, going on pure instinct alone, raised her hand and with all the strength she could muster slapped Miroku across the face.

And then ran out of the office as if it was on fire.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Yeah, that was a good question.

Once safely home, she decided to take a nice relaxing bath to help clear her head so she could maybe figure out what to do next. Taking her clothes off quickly, Sango filled the tub with warm water and got in. Feeling her stiff muscles relax for the first time that day, she let out a grateful sigh. And as the stress began leaving her body, her mind started working overtime.

Of course, the one thing dominating her thoughts was Miroku. Why had he kissed her? Both the other night and just now? And what was he thinking just blurring out that he loved her? Was he hoping to get into her pants by being sweet…and romantic…and telling her what she wanted to hear…

Wait…WHAT?

"Oh, no, no, no! NO! I did not just think that! No way in hell would I ever want to hear him say that to me?"

Because it wasn't like he would actually mean it…right? The very thought of it made her feel…all warm and fuzzy…

"No, it's just the water!"

As if to emphasis this point, Sango sank even deeper into the tub, closing her eyes and letting the day's events play out in her mind's eye…which let her to become frustrated all over again, thus making the purpose of the bath completely pointless.

Sadly, poor Sango didn't get an answer to her question until the next morning…and then she wished she hadn't wanted to know in the first place.

Walking into the building, the young woman couldn't help but notice the curious stares she was receiving as she made her way towards her office.

"Wow! Sango, you're a very lucky girl." One of her colleagues said, a girl not much older than her with long dark hair and pretty green eyes.

"Yeah, Sango, I wish I had an admirer like yours." another one giggled.

Sango arched a brow suspiciously but said nothing as she finally reached the door to her office and twisted the knob.

"An admirer…? What are they talking about…?"

But her train of thought was interrupted by the sight that greeted her once the door was opened.

"What…the hell…"

All flat surfaces of her office were covered with every flower imaginable - from the traditional red roses to violet tulips and even daisies.

"Where did he find daisies at this time of the year?"

Sango was sure if it were possible for her to fall somewhere without flowers, she would have collapsed already. How often was it that you got to work only to find her entire office looking like a jungle? And who the hell…?

"Sango?"

The soft voice coming from behind her, although quiet and gentle, made her jump two feet in the air. Whirling around so fast that she almost lost her balance, Sango came face to face with none other than…

"Miroku?"

"Sango, I know you're probably mad at me and you have every right to be…but please will you just hear me out? And then if you still want to slap the shit out of me, I'll never bother you again."

It was at the tip of her tongue to say "no" as she should have. Unfortunately, fate- in the form of her heart – had other ideas.

"You have five minutes." was her curt replay.

Despite the cold voice in which the words were delivered, Miroku's face brightened with hope. It was now or never.

"Sango" he started, clasping her hands in his as if to prevent her from running away. "I know we've only known each other for a short time and we are practically strangers…but I meant what I said last night. I love you." Ignoring her startled gasp and stiffened body, he continued. "You may not believe me and that's OK because I had a hard time believing it myself. But it's true. I don't know how or when it happened; I only know what I feel. And I'm not gonna lie to you – yes, I've had many one-night stands and all in all I was a total man whore…however, ever since I met you I haven't been able to look at another woman and not imagine it was you. I don't want to look at them…I want to look at you…for as long as you'd let me…forever would be preferable though." He finished with a sheepish smile and a light color on his cheeks.

"Wow!" was the only thing Sango could come up with as she stared with wide eyes and mouth gaping like a fish at the man who had just made her dream guy look like the village idiot.

"Miroku…I don't really know what to say…I mean it's not every day that someone…"

Sango stopped talking because his lips were yet again pressed against hers.

"Mmmm…I could get used to this very easily." Shemusedwhiletheman, who was turning from a pervert to her very own prince charming, did some wonderful things with that tongue of his and she quickly melting in his warm strong embrace.

When the need for air came knocking on the door the two reluctantly parted only to lean their foreheads against each other.

"Well, Sango?" his voice was soft, beckoning, coaxing her to make that final step that would land her right in his arms forever (metaphorically speaking since she was already in his arms). "What do you say? Will you give me a chance…give us a chance?"

Sango's answer that day determined the course of her entire life. That moment when Miroku asked her to give them a chance was without a doubt the scariest thing she had ever had to face. And it would have been so easy to say "no" and leave…to pretend that she wasn't feeling the same things he was; that there was no spark between them…that they were not made for each other…

But who had ever said that Sango was a woman who got scared easily?

To illustrate this point we will only share that Inuyasha got to do something he never thought he'd have to do – he returned Miroku's favor by being his best man and Kagome got to tease Sango about her wedding night while they were looking at wedding dresses…with Miroku trying to peek through the window and see Sango.

For his efforts he got a nice hand-print on his cheek and a furious fiancé and very-soon-to-be wife who couldn't understand one simple thing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?"

Poor Sango never did get an answer to her question but she also never again felt as if she was all alone in the world. After all, how can you be lonely when your prince charming is sleeping next to you every night?

Well, this is the last chapter. I know it's not the best and it's kind of rushed and there are probably lots of other mistakes and for that I apologize. However, I have a lot going on in my life at the moment - including the death of a loved one - and I just wanted to finish this because I didn't want to leave it like that...and yeah...sorry if you don't like it very much...