Sango desperately wanted to go back to sleep, but it was Monday morning and that meant she had to drive the kids to school in Sakura's car. She had no idea when she was going to get her own car fixed and she didn't have to money anyway.
And she was not going to ask Miroku for the money. Then it would look like she really needed him.
She did need him, and in more ways the one.
She stood tiredly from the kitchen table and quickly packed the girls' lunchboxes and then gathered their book bags. "C'mon, it's time for school." She said, non-enthusiastically.
Sakura walked into the kitchen with a pile of mail, and she smiled sweetly at her. "Oh, good morning, Sango-chan."
"Good morning." Sango said, trying not to sound tired as she fastened bows in Hitomi's hair, not bothering to do the same to Akira.
"Oh, I almost forgot. You got some mail from my company." She said, handing her a letter. "It's about…" She glanced at the children. "The D word."
Divorce? Sango looked down at the unopened envelope. "Oh. Thank you, Mrs. Harrison." She took the letter with her and then led the girls outside. "Thanks for letting me use the car again."
"It's no problem, dear. Be careful." Sakura called after her, noticing how tired and miserable Sango had started to look, it hadn't even been a week since her and Miroku split, yet she looked like she was more and more miserable every day.
Sango was grateful to see that their original teacher was there, and not Alyssa. She really couldn't handle that this morning. After signing them in, she promptly made her way outside of the school building and back to her car. That's when the letter came back into her mind.
Before starting the car up, she picked up the envelope and opened an important-looking letter, pertaining to her divorce. She would have to meet with Mr. Hamilton Alexander at 2:00 P.M. on Wednesday, October 8th. Miroku had to be present as well, and they both had to sign the custody papers of the children.
Sango wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't even sure if she really wanted a divorce after all. She and Miroku had been through so much together and think it would just end…
It was maddening.
But things change. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't just hang onto Miroku for the rest of her life. The only contact she would have with him would be for their children; holidays, graduations, their weddings, maybe even birthday parties.
But nothing more than that.
Sango felt a lump rise in her throat at the thought and she folded the letter up in her purse. She would worry about this later, she was too tired to analyze it right now.
Wednesday came too fast for Sango, and she almost reluctantly stepped into the lawyer's office building. It was a large, hallow building. It had one of those official feelings, a very unwelcome air about it, and the smell was all too professional.
The complete opposite of the floral scents of her home. Everything about the building seemed to be a cruel reminder that she was going to end everything she had ever built with Miroku just by signing her name to some paper.
She punched the elevator button and the door opened immediately, then she peeked at the letter she had bought with her. Hamilton's office was located on the 6th floor of the large building, so she punched the number six and the door shut.
The elevator shot up and Sango was surprised to see that it stopped on the 2nd floor, then the steel doors opened and she saw Miroku standing there, sunglasses shielding his eyes from her, but she could tell her was looking at her legs. Why had she worn a skirt?
She stood up, and straightened her posture, and she really didn't even know why. "Miroku…"
He smiled and stepped in, pulling his sunglasses from his head and revealed to her those beautiful indigo eyes of his, the ones that could melt her soul and make her surrender everything to him like they had so many times before. "Sango…glad to see you, actually. I'm totally lost. Do you have any idea where this Hamilton guy's office is."
"It's on the 6th floor. It says so on the letter." Sango replied, pulling it out.
"Oh." Miroku said, taking it from her. "I didn't bother reading it. I just got a call yesterday about it…"
"Figures. I bet the envelope's still sitting on the kitchen table isn't it?" Sango asked, folding her arms.
"Yea, or I threw it away." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm not as organized as you."
Sango made a low sound from the back of her throat and she crossed her arms, not bothering to look at him as the elevator started moving again. They were silent, until they felt a jolt, then stillness.
Miroku and Sango exchanged glances. "Is…the door going to open?" Miroku asked.
Sango glanced up at the display and saw that it red 4. "This is only the 4th floor, and it's not opening…what if it's…" Her blood ran cold.
"Stuck?" He finished for, laughing.
"That isn't funny, Houshi!" Sango shrieked. "We could run out of air!"
"Sango, that's impossible. You can't run out of air." Miroku said, grinning. "You always get that like that. You always overreact."
"I am not overreacting, Miroku." Sango folded her arms and huffed, then looked down at the elevator phone. "Does that work?"
He shrugged. "We could try it, I guess." He said, leaning down and opening the small compartment to reveal a red phone. He picked it up and pressed a tiny button inside, which immediately contacted maintenance. "Uh, yea, we're kind of stuck in the elevator."
Sango watched hopefully as he exchanged words with someone over the phone. "Uh…I don't know. It just says we're stuck on floor 4." He said, glancing up at the floor display. "As soon as possible would be great." He paused. "Ok, thank you. Bye."
He placed the phone back into the compartment and flashed her a smile. "They said it could be an hour or so."
Sango's eyes widened. "An hour?" She asked, exasperated.
"Yea. You know, 60 minutes." He said. "You want an apple?" He asked, reaching into his jacket pocket and tossing her a red apple.
"No. I don't want your stupid apple. I want out of here!" Sango exclaimed, tossing it back to him. He caught it in his hands and looked at her. "And don't be such a smartass. I know how long an hour is."
He grinned devilishly. "A lot can happen in hour." He spoke smoothly. "Maybe even rekindle a relationship…" He was trying, he really was, but he couldn't stop. Every time he was around her, he felt the need to be near her and be with her again.
But she was stubborn as a mule, and being with her again wasn't going to be that easy.
"Miroku, don't start, OK? Just stay over there, and I'll stay over here until they let us out." Sango instructed him, blushing. Damn, why did she always have to do that? Now he knew he had an affect on her, and he was enjoying it.
He ignored her protest and stepped near her.
"I mean it, monk. Stay over there." She emphasized by pointing.
His tall figure loomed in front of her, his broad shoulders were just as her eyes. "You smell nice." He said, lowering his head down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "You've always smelled so nice."
"Miroku, don't start with me today, please?" Sango asked. "Just give me a break."
Miroku ignored her once again and Sango felt more annoyed than angry. She never could quite get angry with Miroku, just extremely and utterly annoyed with him. He pulled her into a tight hug. "Who's picking up the girls?"
"Hideko."
"How's Akira's arm? You haven't called me in a couple days to tell me." Miroku mockingly scolded her, trying his best to keep his hold on her, but she twisted herself out of it.
"It's actually getting better, I think. She still can't use it, but it doesn't hurt her as bad." Sango replied quickly. She was trying to show him signs that she didn't want to talk to him, but it didn't seem to be working.
The monk leaned against the elevator wall, and peered over at her, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "So…" he scratched the back of his head nervously, thoughtfully drawing out the word. "Are you and Rob dating?"
There was a pause. "I'm getting claustphobic.
"There's a clown?" Miroku asked, pressing himself against the wall.
"Claustphobic. Not Coulrophobic!" She said, rolling her eyes. "I hate being trapped in a small space like this."
Miroku waited until his heart rate turned back to normal. "Don't scare me like that. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He asked. "And don't change the subject on me, baby. I asked you a question."
Sango looked down at the ground. "Don't call me 'baby'."
He sighed. "Are you or not?"
"I'm not." She replied, and watched his body relax in relief. "What about Alyssa?'
He tensed again, though his voice was cool and calm. "Nothing serious. Just that one date…she called me the other night…right before you called with the girls."
Sango darted her gaze all around the elevator, except on him. "Oh? What…what did she say?" She stammered.
"She wanted to know if she could come over…" Miroku responded. "I told her no, I had to work. Even though I had yesterday off, I lied."
"Why?" Sango asked.
Miroku dragged his foot across the thin carpet of the elevator floor. "I'm not ready. No one's like you. I'm not over you." He said, leaning back against the wall, then he looked over at her. It was a long, heated look, and the small room seemed to quickly become very heated.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, pushing herself further against the wall. "Don't stare at me like that. Houshi-sama, I mean it!"
He grinned and within one stride he was in front of her, his dark blue eyes shimmering with mischief, lust, and even love. "You don't mean it. You want me to kiss you right now. I know you, Sango. Better than you think I do."
She was speechless. What was he? A mind reader? She didn't bother to move when he leaned into kiss her, and she don't know what came over her, but the moment his lips touched hers, everything was forgotten.
Even the fact she was in an elevator with her jerk of a husband. The only thing on her mind was that he was kissing her senseless right now and she was loving it. He pushed her harder against the wall, and thrust his tongue between her lips.
She gripped onto his shirt as lust and passion overtook her, so that if her weak knees decided to give out she wouldn't fall to the floor. She felt him grip the sides of her face as he slowly, but hungrily caressed her lips with her own, pulling her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it sensually.
His hand traveled lower and he lifted her leg around his waist, her bare skin rasped against his slacks, his other hand planted firmly on her bottom. Then the elevator jumped, bringing Sango back to her senses. "Miroku, stop it!" She shoved him back, and he dizzily stumbled backwards, his mind in a fog.
"Sango…"
"Don't…" She tried to catch her breath. "Don't touch me every again!" She exclaimed, loudly. She grasped onto the rail as the elevator shot up again.
"We're moving…" Miroku said, sounding just a tad disappointed.
"Thank Kami…" Sango said, relieved. That was too close. Too close for comfort and Miroku was looking way to sexy for comfort as well. She had to get out of this elevator. Who knows what would have happened if they had taken any longer fixing it.
Miroku watched her chest move up in down as she tried to catch her breath, and Sango scowled at him. "Stop looking at me, pervert! I'll be so glad when this divorce is over!" She lied.
"What? I can't look at you now?" He asked. "You know, technically, you're still my wife until those papers are signed."
"Shut up, Miroku!" Sango snapped angrily, and was more than happy when the doors dinged open. "If I ever get stuck in an elevator again, I hope it's not with you!"
"Why are you angry? I didn't do anything…" He said, innocently walking beside her. He must have turned her on, if he hadn't she wouldn't have been acting this way. It was actually a good sign he supposed.
Sango stopped in front of Hamilton's office and looked at him. "You know what you did. Don't act innocent!" She said. "Now act normal for once please…"
Miroku squinted at the name on the door. "Hamilton Alexander. Hey, isn't that the guy that Amber cheated on Nelly with like…forever ago?"
She looked at the name and thought back, to yet another dark time in her and Miroku's relationship, when she was dating Jayceon and Amber was with Hamilton. Back to the time when Miroku and Nelly had really bonded. "I think. But don't mention that, it's not important."
"I guess you're right." He said, and she opened the door.
Hamilton smiled at the both of them. He was so different from what he used to be in high school. His office was immaculate, his desk polished, fake plants flanked the side of a bookshelf full of encyclopedia's and law books. He, himself, was distinguished, matured, and handsome. "Mr. and Mrs. Keseki?" He asked.
"Yes, sir." Miroku replied, and Sango nodded, though she preferred to be called 'Ms. Noriko' again. But that's why she was here…to get away from Miroku. The same man she wanted to push away and pull close at the same time.
"Please have a seat." Hamilton said, sitting down in his chair. He glanced at them briefly as he searched through his files, then he stopped. "Excuse me, if I'm wrong, but did you two go to Degrassi high school?" (A.N: I couldn't think of a name. lol I love Degrassi. XD, I'm a nerd)
Sango looked over at the monk, then they both looked at Hamilton. "Uhm, yes…we…went there."
"I knew I recognized you too. Wow, you're Amber's friends right?" He asked.
"Yes." Miroku replied. "Close friends. Well, Sango is…with Amber. I'm more of…Nelly's friend."
"Ah." Hamilton said, smiling. "Nelly. Yes, I remember him. He stole her back from me. How are those two doing now?"
Sango crossed her legs nervously. "They're…getting married." She told him, not wanting to look at him.
"Wow." Hamilton chuckled. "Oh well, it was worth a shot. Ha, they're getting married and you're getting a divorce. Isn't that funny?" He saw the look of disdain on Sango's face and then at a very uncomfortable looking monk. "OK, maybe not so funny. Well, uhm…I better do my job. Mr. Keseki, you sign here, and Ms. Noriko, I guess I should call you, you sign here."
He made two X marks at the bottom of the page and slid the paper over to Miroku.
Miroku picked up a pin and placed it to the paper, but he couldn't seem to will himself to write his own name. He stopped, then slid the paper over to Sango. "Ladies first."
Sango was shocked, but snatched the pen away from him. "You're being ridiculous." She said, agitatedly. Then placed the pen on the paper. She read it over one last time before she signed.
It talked about joint custody of the children and child support. Splitting up of property and rights and all sorts of things that were jumbling her mind. She slowly lowered the pen to the paper and she couldn't do it.
She couldn't sign her name. The way his lips felt against hers kept entering her mind and she just felt like crying. That kiss was still tingling on her lips and she tried to stop the wonderful feeing. "I…I can't do this…" She stood up. "I'm sorry."
Hamilton and Miroku watched as she ran out of the office, trying to act as dignified as she could. The houshi peered back over at Hamilton. "I better go talk to her."
"Alright. Uhm, we can reschedule, I suppose." He said, smiling. "Good luck, man."
Miroku simply smiled and looked back to see Sango impatiently waiting by the elevator. "Hey…"
"Don't come near me." She said, grateful that the elevator had opened up empty. She quickly entered it and pressed the shut door button just as Miroku walked through it, sandwiching the poor monk in between the heavy doors.
"Ouch!" He exclaimed. "Don't be so violent." He said, the doors quickly sprang back into the wall. Then he entered the elevator, much to Sango's dismay.
"Get out."
"This is a public elevator." Miroku reminded her, he was planning on teasing her, try to get under her skin, but her voice shook with tears and he decided against it. "Hey, look, don't cry, OK?"
"Everything was fine…until…" She trailed off as sob's overtook her.
"Until what?" He pressed on, his voice soft and soothing. He lowered his gaze towards her "Tell me what's wrong."
"Until you…kissed me!" She said, wiping her eyes, her make up running down her face. "Now look what you made me do."
Miroku said nothing, just offered his jacket to wipe her tears with. "I don't care if you get mascara on it. I can always wash it…" He said casually, as she continued to cry. Women and their emotions. He was glad he was a man, because if he wasn't he would most definitely have been crying as well.
He leaned over and pressed the lobby button on the elevator, then turned back towards her. "Was kissing me really that bad? You know you have lived through it before…" He said, winking.
Why did she feel like grinning? "Don't make me laugh, Miroku."
"You would rather cry?"
"Yes."
Miroku sighed. "Alright." She handed him back his jacket and he slung it over his shoulder. The elevator stopped on the bottom floor and fortunately, (or maybe unfortunately, for Miroku) it opened.
She stood timidly by the wall, watching him, he pressed a firm, yet gentle kiss on her forehead, then gave her a smile. "I just want you to do what makes you happy." He said, softly. Then he turned from her and walked away from her rather quickly before Sango could come back with something witty to say.
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