InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Absolution: The Collected Chronicles of Miroku and Sango ❯ Bleeding love ( Chapter 4 )

“Riiing!”

 

The sound of the phone shattered the deep slumber of Miroku. Arriving home barely before the sunrise, Miroku had only been in bed for a few hours. Climbing from the depths of unconsciousness, Miroku's thoughts wandered back to the most magnificent day he had spent with Sango. The night had been even better, even though it ended with a chaste kiss. Still, that kiss held promise of things to come and momentarily, Miroku forgot the reason he was waking up in the first place.

 

“Riiing!”

 

Rolling over, Miroku grabbed the cordless off the nightstand. Good feelings abound, he couldn't help but be cheery as he answered the phone.

 

“Good Morning. I can't believe you're up already!”

 

“Miroku?”

 

At the sound of his name, Miroku felt his heart drop. All the joy he previously felt was instantly gone.

 

“What do you want?” Miroku couldn't keep the cold hardness out his voice. All the tiny mends on his heart were quickly ripping open, bleeding into his soul. “Haven't you done enough damage to me? Why won't you just leave me alone?” Miroku growled through the phone.

 

The soft, quiet tones on the other end did nothing to soothe Miroku. Instead, every word continued to bank the flames of his rage.

 

“Miroku, we need to settle this. I have to know you are ok with this. What can I do to understand how you feel?”

 

Hot boiling fury propelled Miroku out of the bed. Pacing the floor, Miroku could barely contain himself.

 

“Ok, Kagome? I will never be ok! Between the two of you, you've managed to destroy any beliefs I had about love, fidelity and loyalty. What can I do to make you feel and understand the hate for you both that has eaten at my soul?”

 

A lengthy silence followed. Finally, Kagome spoke.

 

“Miroku, if I could take it all back, I would. But I could never hate you the way you say you hate us. I still have love for you. You were always the one I turned to.”

 

Miroku gave a snort of disbelief. He was incredulous to the fact that Kagome believed the words coming from her mouth. Miroku came to understand at this moment if he never said how he truly felt, this opportunity would never present itself again.

 

“You know, you want to understand what it would take for me to be ok with the two of you together. Well listen to me good. Hate me! Hate me with every fiber of your being! Then you can feel the black hole that I've become!” The startled gasp on the other end did nothing to end Miroku's tirade.

 

“Hate me with the same hate you had for me when you fucked my best friend! Hate me with the same hate you had when you stood in front of me and told me you loved him while I stood with an engagement ring for YOU in my hand! Hate me…” Miroku was stunned as he choked on a sob. He took several deep breaths to regain control. He could hear sobbing on the other end and in his angry heart, he was glad. “Hate me with the hate that made you turn your back to me and go to him, knowing that you both had cut out my heart and left it on the floor!”

 

Choking sobs came pouring through the phone. “Miroku, I never… I never could…”

 

Miroku sat unceremoniously on the bed. He could feel the unshed tears burning his eyes. An eerie sense of calm permeated his soul. “This is what I want. I want you to hate me, Kagome. No, this is what I need. Maybe then I can let it go. Maybe my heart can realize this is over.” Before any comments could be made, Miroku hung up the phone.

 

“Fuck!”

 

In a fit of blind fury, he threw the phone against the wall. Flopping back onto the bed, Miroku could barely breathe. His chest was tight and he wanted to scream. Reaching on his nightstand, Miroku grabbed his cell phone. Without thinking, he dialed Sango's number.

 

“Hello?” A still sleeping Sango mumbled into the phone.

 

“Sango.” At a lost for words, Miroku could only hold the phone. Until she answered, Miroku hadn't thought about what he would say to Sango. He just knew he needed to hear her voice. All the anger had seeped out of him, leaving only a hollow aching inside of him.

 

“Hearing the pain in that single word, Sango immediately woke up. “Miroku? What happened?”

 

Miroku gave a long sigh. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you.”

 

Sango refused to be placated. “I can hear it in your voice. What happened, Miroku?”

 

Miroku wanted to spill his soul but found the words sticking in his throat. The only thing he could feel was the despair that was washing over his entire being in waves.

 

“I need to see you. Can you come?” Miroku could feel the relief pouring through him when Sango said she'd be right there. Miroku sat on the bed, unthinking and unemotional, until he heard the doorbell ring. Dragging himself up, he opened the door to Sango's worried eyes.

 

Sango took one look at Miroku and opened her arms. She could see how very wounded he was. When Miroku stepped to her embrace, Sango hugged him as hard as she could. To her surprise, she could feel hot tears falling from above onto her cheeks. Sango did the only thing she knew to do. She just held Miroku until the tears were over.