"Sango, wait!" Miroku darted after her, fallowing her up the steps of their apartment building at an incredibly fast pace. "Can't we just talk about this?"
Sango didn't slow down, her infuriated walk just seem to get faster. Miroku chased after her, almost getting shut in between the door of the elevator and he forced them open.
Sango rolled her eyes, crossed her arms and stayed over on the other side of the elevator. "I didn't invite you in here."
"This is a public elevator." Miroku told her.
"Press the button." She demanded.
"No."
Sango stalked over and punched the 23rd button to take her to the 23rd floor, which is where she and her husband Miroku lived along with their two twin daughters, Akira and Hitomi.
"Let me explain!" He said, as the elevator shot up when the steel doors closed.
"There's nothing to explain." She said, not looking at him. "I'm going to get the girls and I'm staying at Mr. and Mrs. Harrison's."
"Oh yea? How do you know they're going to let you stay with them?" He asked.
"I called them. The girls are coming with me, too."
"Hey, they're half mine! Don't you think I get a say so in where they're going to be living?"
Sango was grateful that the elevator had stopped and the door dinged open before she replied and walked out. "They're 4 years old and they want to be with me. Not you!"
Miroku chased over her, but she slammed the door in his face, locking it. Miroku sighed, then chuckled. "You know, dear," He said, emphasizing his name of affection. "I have a key." He pulled his keys out of his pocket and selected his apartment key, then opened the door with ease.
Sango knew it was stupid to lock the door, but at least it delayed him from coming in. "Get out, monk!"
"No, this is my place, too." He said, and then looked over at his daughters who were laying on the floor coloring. "And those are my daughters, you can't just take them."
Sango unzipped her suitcase, the commotion had caused the two girls to watch their parents in utter confusion. What was going on? They never fought like this and it was impossible for four year olds to understand why their mother was so mad and why their father looked distressed.
"I have had it, Miroku! I'm so sick of this!" She said, pulling her clothes out of her drawers. "You always do this."
"I'm different, Sango. I've changed, I swear. Just let me explain."
"You cheated on me!" Sango said. Hearing her own voice say those words bought tears to her eyes and she turned away from him, not wanting to speak to him anymore because she knew her voice would crack from her sobs.
"Baby…" He said, entering the room. His slipped his arms around her waist and his dark eyes shimmered at her. "Let's just sit down and talk."
"No!" Sango exclaimed. "No! Just…stop." She jerked herself away and was angry at herself for liking the way he touched her.
"Sango, I love you. Just sit down and we'll talk about this. It's a misunderstanding!" Miroku begged.
Sango whirled around. "Oh? Was Raven a misunderstanding? Was Hayden a misunderstanding? And now your telling me that Emma is a misunderstanding too?"
"Emma doesn't mean anything to me."
Sango pulled her suitcase off her bed and plopped it on the floor. "Yea, she's just more attractive than me because she hasn't had your two children!"
"OK, that is so not true!" Miroku denied. "And, you're not perfect you know. You cheated on me with Jayceon back when we were in high school and…then there's Howard."
"Howard is fucking crazy!" Sango exclaimed. "I never did like him, I still don't, and I never will. I only went out with Jayceon for a week because you were making out with Raven outside the festival new years eve!"
"Well, you…" He trailed off. "There was that time you…"
Sango rolled her suitcase out of the bedroom and Miroku almost tripped over Akira as he fallowed her out.
"Sango, wait a minute. You're just angry."
She stopped in her tracks and Miroku knocked his leg against the suitcase. She whirled around to face him. "I have every right to be angry! I just saw you kissing another woman!"
"That's true. But…" He stopped. "She doesn't mean anything to me."
Sango's eyes burned with anger. "Marrying you was a mistake!"
Miroku's eyes grew wide and something inside him snapped. "Oh yea? Well, tell me something, Sango, are those two little girls in there mistakes?"
"Of course not, they're the only good things that came out of this marriage." Sango exclaimed, noticing Hitomi looked like she was about ready to burst into tears. She pushed past Miroku and stormed into the living room. "Akira, grab your coloring books." She said, picking up Hitomi.
Miroku watched her as she helped them pack up their toys. "You're not really leaving me…" He said, a cocky grin came to his face and Sango looked up at him quite annoyed.
"Watch me."
"You can't leave me, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you." Miroku leaned against the wall of their kitchen and watched as she rushed past him into the girls' room. "What are you doing?"
"Getting the girls clothes and toys…"
"Why?"
"Because I'm leaving."
"No you're not." He said, blocking her exit from their daughters room. "I won't let you."
Sango sighed and put Hitomi down for a moment. Miroku felt relief wash over him, that was a good sign. "Get out of my way, before I push you out of my way."
"You're not strong enough."
Sango scowled and pushed him hard on his chest until he fell backwards into the broom closet where a broom came down and conked him on the head.
"I'm not dealing with your arrogant attitude today, Miroku. I'm gone!"
Miroku scrambled up, pushing the broom and a mop back into it's place. Then he quickly ran in front of her. "Don't leave me." He said, then she felt his lips against hers and she was too shocked to move.
Her hands pushed lightly on his chest and she pulled herself away after a long moment. His kiss had put her mind in a fog for a few seconds, but then she remembered why she was angry.
"Wow, Emma has nothing on you." He muttered.
"You…are so…"
"Irresistible?" He asked, grinning.
Sango glared. "Divorced!"
"Divorced? You want a divorce?"
"Yes! I want a divorce because I can't handle this anymore." Her voice cracked and she covered her eyes with her hands. "C'mon girls, let's go."
Akira grabbed her mother's hand and dragged Hitomi along with her, who seemed petrified by their fight.
Miroku watched her walk out the door, along with his daughters who would occasionally glance back at him. "Alright, fine Sango, you leave. But you'll be back."
"Don't bet on it!" She yelled, slamming the door causing him to jump.
Miroku stood in the kitchen, feeling like a complete fool. 'Well, congratulations, monk. You managed to get her mad at you again, and this time she actually left.' He thought to himself.
"Ah, well…she'll be back, right Kirara?" He asked, the small cream-colored cat that had jumped onto the counter. "She wouldn't leave you behind, I know that for a fact."
Suddenly his cell phone rang and he smiled when he saw it was her. "Yes, love?"
"I'm coming back to get Kirara after I get the girls settled in, so don't think I'm only leaving temporarily."
Miroku's heart sank. "You sure?"
She hung up.
Sighing, he clicked his phone off and tossed it on the counter. "I'm an idiot. She's never said that 'D' word before. Divorce? I mean…that's serious. That's almost…permanent."
He received a small mew from Kirara and he glanced at her. "You're just a cat you wouldn't understand. You probably hate me too, don't you girl?"
Kirara jumped down and stepped in front of her bowl. "You just want me to feed you, huh?"
A meow was his only response and he filled her bowl with handful of food. "Don't worry Kirara, she'll come back." He said, realizing that maybe she wasn't coming back. She had sounded pretty serious, and for the five long years they had been married, she had never said 'divorce' before.
Maybe this wasn't just another spat they were having. Maybe she actually was fed up with the way he was and he couldn't blame her. "She could at least let me keep you for some company…" He said, looking over at Kirara who was enjoying her meal.
Kirara peered over at him momentarily.
"Then again, you're not really a good advice source." Miroku said, sighing. He needed someone to talk to her. Another male, Buddha knows he wasn't ready to face another female right now. Especially Hideko, Amber, or Kagome.
News spread fast around the building and he knew his fellow housemates had heard about their fight, and what he had done. Not to mention Emma probably told a few people.
Why had he done such a stupid thing? Why hadn't he pushed her away just a little faster? Maybe it was one of Howard's spells, he did feel kind of funny when it happened, like if he was about to throw up. Or maybe that was only because he thought about the consequences it would have if Sango had caught him, though he didn't think she'd take it to this extreme.
He stood up, patted Kirara on the head and grabbed his jacket. He had to talk to Nelly, but he couldn't be long. When Sango came back to get her beloved cat, that was his chance to convince her to stay.
"Thank you, Mrs. Harrison." Sango said, solemnly, trying not to sound too depressed.
"You know you can stay with us anytime." Sakura Harrison promised, patting her on the shoulder. "Keiko is really excited that the girls are going to be staying with us for a little while."
Sango forced a smile. "Well I'm glad they get along. I…have to go back and get Kirara. I left her there with that…jerk…I have for a husband." She said, trying to be polite.
Sakura frowned. "Well, dear. I'll leave you to settle in here. If you need to talk I'll be downstairs preparing dinner."
"Thank you." Sango said, and heard the door close shut with a click. Why she was in this bedroom, she didn't know. This was the same bedroom that she and Miroku, who she really didn't want to think about right now, had shared when they first fell through the well almost 6 years ago.
6 long years ago. And now here she was, back in it with two daughters who resembled him way too much. Life went way too fast. And to think they just celebrated their 5 year anniversary in August. It had just started to turn a blistery fall and it had been a measly two months since he had treated her to that very romantic dinner and an equally passionate night.
Sango missed that. She missed him, and she hated herself for it. Divorce…did she really mean it?
Did she really want a divorce from him? He had kissed another woman, and he had upset their entire household by losing his temper, which he rarely did. But of course, she lost hers too.
Why was she berating herself? She didn't do anything! A woman's emotions were not easily as ignored as a man's, and the only thing she was really thinking about was getting herself and her children away from that jerk.
"Stupid Miroku, I should just…kill him!" Sango muttered as she unpacked her clothes. She was grateful for the room, but it held too many memories of him in it. It was the first room they were forced to sleep in together, everything in it had a story or a memory to remind her of.
Sango stowed her suitcase in the back corner of room and suddenly felt like a burden. Sakura and Brock had to put up with her now, and all because she had a fight with Miroku, as if that was something new.
But Sakura didn't seem to mind having her around, she had almost become like a second mother to her. Sango decided it was time to go back and get Kirara, though she wasn't looking forward to seeing Miroku.
She came out of the room and ascended the staircase that led down to the living room and she smiled when she saw her girls playing barbies with Keiko. "Akira, Hitomi…"
They both looked up at her at the same time.
"Mommy has to go and get Kirara, you behave for Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, alright?"
"Alright." Akira said and turned back around. Hitomi stared up at her with those same blue eyes as her father, which were welling up with tears.
"Hitomi, I'll only be gone for a minute. Just play Barbies with your sister, I'll be back before you know it." Sango assured her, running her fingers through her hair, which was much like her own, dark brown, not quite black.
Akira laughed. "Yea, stop being such a baby, Hitomi."
Hitomi scowled at her and snatched a doll out of her hands.
Sango sighed. "I said behave. I'll be back, OK?"
"OK." Hitomi said, timidly and watched her walk out the door.
Sango walked to her car almost in slow motion. The sun was just beginning to set in the sky and she really despised driving in the dark, so she was going to make this visit short and sweet.
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