Epilogue
I pulled my suitcase over the threshold of Inu Yasha's house. I was finally headed back home, but I'm not happy about it. Coming back home was a mistake and it ended just how I was afraid it would end.
The cab I had called was waiting outside for me and I peered up at the afternoon sun, beating down on my back as I packed away my luggage in the backseat. "Tokyo airport." I told the driver after slamming the cab door shut.
I watched through the backseat window at the tall buildings, restaurants and parks that passed me by. Every place had a story, every place a memory. Everything in that whole city reminded me of Sango.
Once I arrived at the airport I paid my cab fair and unloaded my luggage. I strode through the glass doors into the big, empty, hallow and echoing airport. It seemed lonely inside, despite all the people that crowded around the ticket desk.
I thought about stepping outside for a cigarette break, I didn't have to board the plane for another hour and a half and my nerves were jumping at the thought of it.
But what good would that have done me? It still didn't change the fact that right about now, Sango was walking down the aisle to become Mrs. Howard Bailey and I was headed back to the United States to continue my life as if nothing had happened between us. As if she hadn't impacted my life at all.
It was a stupid excuse and I pushed it out of his mind. I reached into my shirt pocket and grabbed my ticket for the one way trip back to New York. The long, 18-hour flight back to the United States.
I waited in line for a good 20 minutes before it was my turn to step up to the ticket desk. I was instructed to head for gate 5, my portal back to reality, back to the life I had suddenly grown to hate.
I sat down in the waiting area on a long couch and opened a newspaper. Big mistake. Howard and Sango's wedding was being announced in the extra section and I angrily crumpled the paper up and threw it down on the coffee table, receiving a few startled looks from other patrons.
I gave them a reassuring smile and they turned away from me, thinking I was probably insane.
I leaned back on the couch, set my watch to wake me up in 20 minutes and drifted off to sleep. What else was there to do in an airport?
When I opened his eyes again, it wasn't because my watch had beeped, it was because I felt someone tap my knee. I rubbed my eyes and got my bearings and then I laid eyes on Sango once again.
My heart jumped and I had immediately noticed she was in her wedding gown, the bottom of it dirty with mud and her veil was gone, her gloves were stained black from running mascara.
"Sango…?" I asked, in utter disbelief.
"Miroku!" She shouted, her arms were instantly around my waist and just to hold her that woman in my arms again felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and drank in the soft scent of her hair.
"Sango, what happened? Why aren't you getting married?" I asked.
"I couldn't do it, Miroku." She said, wiping away another black tear that felt from her eyes. I reached into my suitcase and handed her a tissue. She thanked me and wiped her eyes clean of make up. "I realized something," she said after a moment. "I realized I couldn't go through with it, living a life that I'm not happy with."
My watched beeped and I turned it off. "My flight's almost ready…" I said, softly, unsurely.
Sango looked up at me, her brown eyes filling up with tears again as her emotions overtook her once again. "I wish you didn't have to go."
I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked around at the other people watching us. They probably thought I was a jerk because a woman was standing in front of me crying in a wedding dress, but I couldn't worry about that.
"Sango, you said it yourself, we're over forever."
"Miroku, there's something I have to tell you." She told me, and I suddenly felt a mix of panic and excitement rush through me.
"What is it?" I asked, and I knew what she was going to say before she said it judging by the look on her face.
Her ring finger was now bare, her engagement ring was nowhere in sight, nor was it replaced by a wedding ring and that relieved me. She peered up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and my heart melted.
"I'm pregnant." She said.
Those words ripped through me like a wild fire and I suddenly felt dizzy with shock. I sat down on the couch and looked over at her as she slowly sat next to me. There was only one question burning in my mind.
"Is it mine?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer. I wondered if she even knew.
Surprisingly, she nodded. She looked pretty confident in her response. "Howard hasn't slept with me since my last cycle. There's no possible way it could be his."
I was elated and I couldn't help but kiss her again, not caring who was watching now. My decision of what I wanted to do with my life was clear and I immediately stood up, gathered my luggage and grabbed her hand.
"Miroku?"
"C'mon, let's go home." I smile at her with a small wink and toss my expensive plane ticket in the trash, not caring about the fact I couldn't get my money back for it.
"But Miroku, what about your job? What about New York?" Sango was asking me and I gave her a very laid-back chuckle and for once in my life I wasn't craving a cigarette. I felt completely care-free.
"I can get another job and we can vacation to New York when our child is older." I told her and I flagged down a cab, getting the same driver that drove me here just an hour before. He gave me a suspicious look but I couldn't have cared.
I rattled off my mother's address and the car bolted forward.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Miroku?"
I gave her a long, passionate kiss before I whispered in her ear softly. "This is exactly what I want."
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