Miroku took a deep breath before he opened the door to his house. Sango trailed behind him trying to wipe the grains of sand from her clothes. The door squeaked open and he was disappointed to see Howard sitting at the kitchen table.
He flashed Sango a smile, then a hateful look towards Miroku. "Thanks for fetching her."
Miroku's eyes flashed with anger, but he bit his tongue. He acted if she was part of his property.
Sango peered back at him as he led her towards their bedroom, her eyes were full of apprehension and Miroku watched her helplessly as she disappeared into the room.
He plopped down in a kitchen chair and stared blankly down at the table. He was starving, but he didn't want to eat. He could still feel her on him and that was possibly the worst pain of it all.
Why was he putting himself through this? It was way to painful. Maybe this was Karma's way of coming back and kicking him in the ass for breaking so many girl's hearts before in his lifetime. He never realized how that felt until now.
But somehow, this was different. Sango was obviously confused and she wasn't intentionally trying to hurt him. He knew her better than that.
Sighing, he stood up from the table and headed for bed.
Sango came to him again an entire two days later. Howard Bailey had taken another trip, this time to Kyoto and it was late, he still hadn't returned.
It had been a whole four days since he last touched her and just having her sit with him in this friendly manner as she was now was beginning to get to him.
Miroku wasn't paying a lot of attention to what was on the television because he wanted to strike up a conversation with Sango. A very serious one. "Sango, are you sure you're going to marry Howard?"
She stiffened, then groaned at his question. "Yes, Miroku. I am. I love him."
"But you love me." Miroku reminded her, pulling her gaze away from the television to face him. "And I love you."
Miroku was so close to her, that Sango felt her eyelashes brush when she blinked. She didn't stop him when he moved down and claimed her mouth with his in a passionate kiss.
It seemed like just trying to hang out and be friends, something that they were very good at doing in the past, had become extremely difficult to do without having sex, or at least fooling around.
Sango wanted to stop him and tell him no, but her body wouldn't let her and her mind was once again battling with her body and her emotions. She loved the feeling of his hands in her skirt, the dirty, naughty way he made her feel every time he so much as looked at her with those passionate, icy blue eyes.
Howard was forgotten, her wedding was forgotten, and most of all the pain and abuse was forgotten. The horrible feeling of Howard's rough, degrading touch was replaced by Miroku's soft, tender and loving caress. The horrible words Howard would spit out at her when he was angry or drunk were replaced by loving, caring, bittersweet words that she knew could only last for a short time, but also bought her immense happiness.
She lifted her shirt over her head and he kissed her neck once again, his hands traveling to the clasps of her bra. Her back faced the door and she had noticed her stopped.
Sango groaned lazily and peered at him. "What is it?"
"I…I think I heard something." He whispered.
"What?"
"It was probably nothing." He said, waving it off. He kissed her again and pushed her back onto his pillow and kissed the valley between her breasts. Sango closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him once again. It was definitely something she could live with for the rest of her life.
"Hold it!" A loud voice jarred both of them from her zone and Sango screamed, reaching for a quilt to cover herself up with. Then she realized, she was hiding from her own fiancé.
"Howard?"
Miroku searched frantically around for his discarded t-shirt, but couldn't seem to find it in the dimly lit room. Cold metal jabbed him in the back.
"Don't move another muscle or I'll blow your guts out!" Howard's voice was thick, slurred by whiskey. His clothes smelled of cigars so strongly that it even made Miroku want to gag.
"No! Howard!" Sango screamed out, reaching for his arm.
"Touch me and he dies!" Howard demanded. He jabbed the gun into Miroku's bare back again and he winced. "You thought you were so sly, didn't you? Sleeping with my fiancé?"
Miroku peered back at him, afraid to move a muscle. Inu Yasha's words rang out over and over in his head and he knew now that Howard Bailey definitely had a screw lose.
"He didn't sleep with me!" Sango protested. "We just…were fooling around, he hasn't touched me."
"Lying isn't going to make it any better." He said, raising his voice at her. He slapped her hard against the face and Miroku whirled around, knocking the gun from his hand.
"Touch her like that again, bastard. I dare you!" Miroku reached for the gun, but Howard crushed his hand under his heavy shoe.
He grinned down at him. "She's my woman, I can do what I want with her."
Miroku winced at the pain in his hand as Howard forced all his weight on it. He flattened his palm to protect himself from his hand being broken. "She's not your fucking property!" Miroku's voice was strained as he tried to ignore the agony and numbness shooting up his arm.
"Howard!" Sango cried. "Please, let him go."
"Shut up, bitch!" Howard said, pointing the gun towards her. "If he dies it's all your fault for acting like such a fucking little slut."
Sango was blinded by tears and she curled up into a ball, her nerves were on edge. What had she done? Where was Amber and his mother and father? What happened to everyone?
She gathered her courage to ask. "What did you do with Amber and Mr. and Mrs. Keseki?"
Howard turned towards her for a brief moment and kicked Miroku as he started wriggling. "Amber's over at Nelly's. I sent his parents out to a movie and a nice dinner tonight before I left for Kyoto. It was supposed to be a thank you present for our wedding."
Sango watched as Miroku tried to pull his hand from under Howard's shoe, he wore an expression of pure pain and agony on his handsome face. Something inside Sango snapped and she sat up, keeping the quilt to cover up her skimpily-clad body. "There is no wedding!"
"Oh yes there is." Howard said, something flashed in his eyes. "You will marry me on Saturday or you're little boy toy get his brains splattered all over his nice little room."
Sango burst out into a second wave of tears and Howard laughed sadistically at her distress. "No! Howard! No! Don't hurt him, please!"
Howard stomped his other foot onto Miroku's back and he yelped as the throbbing pain shot through his spine. He could feel Howard pushing all his weight onto his back and he found it hard to fill his lungs with air as Howard pushed on his back. "Marry me, or I'll crush his spine."
"Sango." Miroku rasped out. "Don't say yes, please. Don't sacrifice your happiness for mine." He coughed, which hurt because his diaphragm couldn't move under his weight.
"You shut up, idiot!" Howard bellowed, then turned his attention to Sango. "Well, princess, are you going to agree to be my bride or am I going to have to shoot him dead?" He placed the barrel of the gun to the back of his head. "I would hate for your mommy to have to clean up her own son's brains."
Sango felt a rush of anxiety. "Yes, Howard. I'll marry you, I promise. Just put the gun down."
Howard grinned and finally released his weight off of Miroku. He tucked the gun away in his pocket. "Sango, to our bedroom now." He ordered her than turned to Miroku. "Breath one word of this to your parents or your sister, I'll kill you and then I'll kill them."
Miroku scowled viciously but stayed quiet.
Sango picked up her shirt from the floor and fallowed Howard out of the bedroom, her gaze fixed on Miroku as she left. He stared back at her, clutching onto his right hand trying to get the feeling back into it. Even the pain in his hand would have been more tolerable than the pain in his heart. It was almost debilitating.
He lay backwards onto his bed and smelled the scent of her shampoo and perfume on his pillow. This was the same bed he made love to her for the first time in, the first time he had experienced what true love felt like.
Tears soaked his pillow and he was so numb from emotions he didn't even realize he was crying. So this is what it felt like to lose all hope of ever finding happiness?
"Thanks for letting me stay here." Miroku said, dragging his suitcase into Inu Yasha and Kagome's house. Hideko lay on her stomach on the couch, reading a romance novel. She smiled up at him.
"Hey!"
"Hey Hideko." Miroku said, sighing. "Guess your stuck with me until I go home."
"I wish you could stay longer." Hideko said, sadly.
"Yea, me 2, cuz. But I got work back in the states…I would have left today but my flight is already pre-booked."
Inu Yasha watched him, arms folded. He raised an eyebrow and Miroku became suspicious. "What?"
"Your mother didn't really kick you out, did she?" Inu Yasha questioned.
He sighed. "No."
"I didn't think so. Why don't you tell me the real reason you left your own house?" Inu Yasha said, reclining back on his chair then stared at him with an all-knowing glance.
Hideko gasped and stared at him, her mouth wide-open. "Did you and Sango-chan…" Her novel forgotten.
Miroku chuckled. "Three times."
Inu Yasha scoffed. "Figures. You always did think with your dick rather than your head. I'm surprised your still alive."
He shot him a forced grin. "Trust me, I'd rather be dead. Sango is being forced to marry Howard now. She's in love with me. The only reason I'm still alive is because she's appeasing him to save my life." He paused for a moment. "In three days, she'll be out of my reach forever."
"He hold you at gunpoint or something?" Hideko asked.
"Yes, actually he did." Miroku replied. "You were right Inu Yasha, I should have kept my head on straight.
"Yea, see, you should have listened to me, bozo."
"Then again," Miroku spoke up. "being with Sango has been one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life and I wouldn't trade it for the world."
Inu Yasha glanced at him, astounded. "Wow. Well, hey, if you love her that much maybe you should go fight for her."
And that's exactly what he planned to do.
He waited until late morning of the next day before he knocked on his mother's door. Sango answered and looked quite shocked when she saw it was him. "Miroku…"
"Sango, I want to talk to you." His voice was soft and friendly, comforting and strong.
"Miroku, you shouldn't be here. Howard said he's going to show up uninvited any minute of the day because he doesn't trust me. You really should--"
"Shhh." He placed a finger to her lips and stared into her eyes. "Quiet for a minute. Listen to me."
Sango stared up at him, blinking back tears that were threatening to come through, to show him just how unhappy she really was with her life.
"I'm going to make you an offer. I'm not telling you, you have to take it." He paused to make sure she was listening. "I want you to go to New York with me. We'll leave early Saturday morning and--"
"Miroku!" She shouted. "No! I can't…I…I won't!"
"Why not? Sango, it's the only way we're going to be together." Miroku told her. "We can leave all of this behind…"
"Miroku, just stop. I'm not leaving. This is my home and I'm marrying Howard." She said. "What we had is over forever and we just need to forget about it."
"So, that's it?" He asked. "This was just a fling?"
She looked away from him and tried to ignore the pain that gripped her heart. The man she wanted to be with was right there in front of her and yet she couldn't be with him for fear of his own life. And, then she had other secret. One she wouldn't tell him, ever.
"Yes, Miroku." Sango replied. "We're over."
Miroku stood in the kitchen awkwardly and watched as she once again tried to avoid eye contact. "Do you love me?"
Sango glanced up at him in surprise, but she would have to force herself to lie to him once again. "No." She said, looking away. "I don't love you." She backed away from him and dashed for her bedroom before he could stop her and force her to tell him the truth.
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