Chapter Twenty-Two: Bury Your Head

Sango stood in the shower and let the hot water beat down against her skin. No matter what she did, she couldn't make herself feel any cleaner. She clenched her fist tightly and closed her eyes. She had already been in there for nearly an hour and had heard Kagome knock numerous times. She finally got out of the shower and changed into her own clothes. Sango stared at herself in the mirror and then went outside. She walked into her room and shut the door behind her. She hung her towel up and climbed into bed. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and gripped it tightly. She heard the knocking on her door again and sighed deeply. Kagome cracked the door open and walked into the dark bedroom. Behind her, appeared Miroku. He entered and looked at Kagome with concern. Kagome smiled weakly and left them. Miroku went to her side and reached over to touch her shoulder. Sango quickly pulled away from him, as if he was some disease. Miroku stared down at her surprised and put his hands in his pockets.

"Sango, what happened?" Miroku asked.

She pressed her face into her pillow and covered her head with her blanket. Miroku stared at her and touched her shoulder again. Sango sat up quickly and edged away from him. "No!"

"Sango what's wrong?" Miroku asked worriedly.

"Just go!" Sango yelled, starting to cry.

"Sango-"

"Go!" she screamed.

Miroku stood back and left the room quickly. Kagome's eyes widened as she heard Sango. She went into her room to hear her sobbing uncontrollably. Sango looked up at her and then back down. Kagome sat on the bed next to her and hugged her. Sango jumped and let Kagome hold her. Miroku stayed at the door and left a minute later. Kagome waited until Sango stopped crying and then tore away from her. Sango rubbed away the tears and pulled the blanket closer to her.

"Sango, tell me," Kagome said.

"I...Miroku didn't do anything wrong...Bankotsu..."

"What did Bankotsu do?" Kagome asked seriously.

"He...he..."

"No...," Kagome gasped.

Sango nodded. Kagome covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head in disbelief. Sango pulled her shirt to the side to show the bruises on her neck. Kagome gasped again and got to her feet. Sango had more tears in her eyes and fell back onto her pillow. She was sick with herself. Kaogme hurried out of the room and went downstairs. Miroku was sitting on the front porch when Kagome came bursting out the front door. He got up worriedly and stared at her. Kagome couldn't speak though. The words wouldn't come out. Miroku waited until Kagome was finally able to say something.

Miroku stood angrily, glaring out the window. He watched as students made their way up to the school. But he didn't care about any of them. He only had one of them in mind that he needed to see. Inuyasha was leaning against one of the desks with his arms crossed. Miroku finally saw him with one of his friends laughing and joking. Inuyasha followed Miroku when he left the room and headed down the hall. Bankotsu appeared inside and smirked when he saw Miroku standing by his locker.

"Good morning, sunshine," Bankotsu said.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Miroku demanded.

"Uh huh...I guess you found my left overs eh?"

Miroku suddenly punched him, making him fall back. His friend jumped in, but Inuyasha slammed him back into a locker. Miroku jumped down on Bankotsu and threw his fist at him again. While he fought with Bankotsu, Inuyasha fought with the other one. A crowd formed around them and watched as the four fought continuously for five minutes before teachers came and broke them up. Miroku pulled towards Bankotsu furiously but finally stopped and was led to the principal's office with Inuyasha. They were seated outside where they were to wait for the principal to come and get them. Inuyasha looked at Miroku to see the same infuriated expression on his face he had had since the moment he saw him. He was about to tell him something when they were taken into the office. They sat in front of the principal without saying a word.

"Well, I didn't ever expect to see you in here, Miroku. You want to tell me exactly what happened?"

"...It wasn't anything," Miroku mumbled.

"It doesn't look like that. Who started the fight?"

"I did," Inuyasha chimed in.

"What?" Miroku said looking at him.

"Yeah, I did. I found out that he did something to my friend, here. So I hit him."

"He's lying, Mr. Takashi. I hit Bankotsu."

"Why, Miroku? What did-"

"He raped my girlfriend!" Miroku yelled.

"Miroku-"

"I don't care what happens to me, but he better be expelled or something!"

Both Inuyasha and the principal stared at Miroku, astonished at his outburst. Mr. Takashi gazed at him for a moment and then left his office. Inuyasha was still staring at him and then sighed. Miroku breathed out heavily and sat back down. Inuyasha slapped him on his back and continued to stare at him. Miroku glared down with his fists in tight ball. His knuckles were reddened and had cuts across them. He didn't care. He had just wanted to hurt Bankotsu as much as he possibly could...

Sango stared at the bruises in her mirror. She jumped and turned when she heard the door crack open. Buoyo came in and jumped on her bed. Sango pushed him away and leaned back against her headboard. The room was dark. Daylight was hidden by the thick curtains over the window. THe house was too quiet with everyone gone. She knew she should have gone to school. At least then she would have been around people. But...that wasn't going to help her either. She knew that. Everything around her seemed so unsatisfying. She didn't know how to make herself feel alive anymore. Her whole body felt cold. Her heart was dead. Her sould felt useless.

Sango dragged herself out of bed and left the room. She slowly went downstairs to the empty rooms and then to the kitchen. The faint sound of water dripping sounded from the faucet in the sink. She went to the back door and stared outside. Everything out there seemed so normal. Like the world around was still giong like usual, as if she was the only one who had stopped working. She turned away and headed back to her room. She fell forward onto the edge and was greeted with the soft material of her blanket. Buoyo curled up next to her and purred. She closed her eyes and thought of Miroku. She had yelled at him. She didn't even know why she had done it. He would be the one to help her the most. Wouldn't he? She rejected his help though. It didn't make sense to her. Now, she didn't want him to see her. She was a mess. A disaster.

Done for this chapter. I know it was a little shorter than usual but I didn't want to write anything else. So I hope it was likeable and please bring in the reviews