InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ Eve of Confessions ( Chapter 22 )

CHAPTER 22: EVE OF CONFESSIONS

"Hey that's mine!" Kagome yelled as Inuyasha snatched a pig in a blanket from her plate.

"Man, do you ever get defensive about your food," Inuyasha laughed and popped the morsel in his mouth.

Kagome narrowed her hands and held up a fist, "you should know better than to come between me and my food."

"I did that once," Sango said, twirling a piece of turkey cold cut in front of Shippo, who desperately tried to catch it, "my mistake was that I stole oden. Jeez, Kagome almost skinned me alive!"

Kagome jumped at this and grabbed the drooling Shippo away, "would you stop torturing my fox! Only I can do that."

Sango only shrugged and went to eat the cold cut, but it was snatched from her hand as her brother went by.

"Dirt!" Kohaku claimed as he ate the cut on a cracker. Sango only growled at him, so she got up and got another.

It was Christmas Eve at Kagome's house, and everyone decided that they would just celebrate there, much to Kagome's dismay. She was really hoping for some alone time with Inuyasha. But she wasn't complaining now, the boy hadn't left her side since he got there. With good reason. Not only was Souta there, but Kohaku and Rin as well. Then there was Sango, her parents, her boyfriend, and her cat, who was trying to escape Shippo's playing right now. With the unexpected group party, Kagome's mother just popped whatever looked good in the oven, whipping up a meat and cheese platter too. Now, the adults were happily chatting, having the occasional wine, the kids were screaming and yelling at the TV cause Kohaku couldn't do a certain move on a game, and the teenagers were crashing on the sofa watching the kids and filling on finger food.

Kagome scowled at them, "Jesus, it's like the world is coming to an end for them."

Inuyasha shrugged, "hey that game is tough, I've played it. I'm just surprised they got that far so soon."

"Are you kidding? Souta lives, breathes, and eats video games. Plus, he got Kohaku hooked when they were mere toddlers. Now I have to live it," Sango shook her head sadly, wondering why God cursed the world with video games.

"Yep," Miroku leaned back and put his hands behind his head, "sometimes it's good to be an only child."

As Sango and Miroku went on to compare to the pros and cons of having siblings, Kagome looked around her living room. They were one big happy family, that they were. Happy kids having fun, adults having good idle chat, and her friends. She couldn't be happier. She looked to the tree in the corner and smiled. It was a mess, but it was theirs. Branches hung down heavily by the ornaments that hung on them. Tinsel was everywhere, despite her mother's desperate attempt to clean the floor. On top was the old family star, hand crafted by her grandmother and her sewing skills. She had no doubt that it would stay in the family for generations if her mother had anything to do with it. On the windows, there hung colorful lights to the request of Souta. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, where the parents sat in front of. It was home.

"Hey," Inuyasha nudged her, "you okay?"

She smiled up at him and leaned her head on his shoulder, which caused him to wrap an arm around her shoulder, "I'm great."

Sango looked on with wistfulness. She was happy her best friend had found someone who made her happy. Whenever they were together, it was like Kagome glowed with happiness, and it just spread. Sango knew what it was like to be happy. She had Miroku that was happiness. She couldn't ask for anything more. She looked to Miroku, who was grabbing at Shippo playfully as the kit dodged his hands yipping and coming back for more. Sango's heart fluttered. Yes, she could ask for one more thing, because she was ready for it, for him. She hoped.

"Hey Miroku?" he looked up at her innocently, sitting up to listen. God, she wanted to hug him right then. "Can we talk? It's important."

"About what?" he raised a brow.

"Your gift," Sango got up and started walking up, tugging him along.

He crossed his brows, but then relaxed, "Sango, if you didn't me anything then-"

"No, I got you something. I just want to give it to you early."

His brows shot up, but he didn't ask questions. Who turns down a gift from a fabulous girl? He sure as hell didn't. But when he saw Sango grab their coats, worry squirmed in his gut. Why would she want to be alone with him? Well, beside the obvious. But her quiet manner tugged at. So he followed her out to the cold, bits of snow flying past them. Okay, so she wanted to go for a walk. In the freezing cold. No problem. But then she walked to his car. He stopped short.

"Sango?"

"I think it would be better if we talked at your house," she squeaked nervously. She could already imagine the approach she would use. She just hoped she didn't fall flat on her face.

He only nodded, giving her a nervous look over. He pulled out his keys, unlocked the car and got in. giving her one last glance, he started the car and pulled away. Inside, Inuyasha heard this and turned his head. He noticed Sango and Miroku left. He grinned. Kagome noticed his grin.

"What are you smiling about?"

"If you haven't noticed, Miroku and Sango left." She turned and saw they were indeed gone. Confused, she looked back to Inuyasha. He gave her a wink. She blinked, then made an O with her mouth and giggled. She wondered what Sango was getting to with

their talk the other day.

The ride to Miroku's was quite, which unnerved him. Usually, Sango was chattering constantly, which he didn't have a problem with. As long as she didn't ask his opinion. But her thoughtful silence was getting to him. Why is she so quiet?

"Hey Sango? What did you want to talk about?" he glanced at her, keeping an eye on the road. She turned and smiled at him.

"You'll see," sango said simply. He blinked. Then let out a breath. At least she wasn't going to dump him; otherwise she wouldn't have given him a smile that warmed his blood.

They pulled into his paved, salt covered driveway and pulled up to the front. He quickly got out and opened her door. She gave him a smile as she got out. Perfect, just one step closer to her goal. Uh, I think. They walked through his large house contently, taking off gloves and hats. He only raised a brow when she started walking upstairs. She bit her lip.

"Well, it's kind of private," she excused. When she turned her back to him, he narrowed his eyes. What is she up to? They continued up the stairs to his room. He quickly snapped on the lights, encasing them in an orange tinged light. He carefully evaluated her. Hand wringing, nervous glances to the side, and quick nervous smiles. Oh, yeah, she was up to something. She walked around the familiar room, taking in its cream colored walls and deep red accents. She loved his room, it was just so classic. And to her, it was the perfect place.

Miroku watched she search his room, hands in pockets, rocking on his heels. He couldn't quite pin it, but he felt something was going to happen.

She turned to him with a smile that melted his knees, but he locked them together. She bit her lip. "Miroku?"

"Hm?" his tongue wasn't really working; he was busy trying to keep it in.

"Well," she began, "we've been together for a few month now, and I …what I mean to say is…"

"Sango? Was it? You say you want to give me a gift but you act like you want to break up." Her eyes went wide at his statement and she quickly shook her head.

"Oh no, no, no! That not it at all! I do want to give you a gift, it's just that…"

"Yes?" he raised a brow.

She sighed and stepped to him, "I think I better show you."

Before another word was said, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He slowly melted into her warmth, a cautious tone ringing in his head. Her kiss was seductive, a battle of mouths. He wasn't going to lose. He fisted her hair and pulled her closer, bumping hips together. She moaned into his mouth, hands freeing him of his coat. She pulled away to only let her coat drop. As the heat was about to consume, leaving him in a nice contented state, she pulled away, flushed red and panting. Confused, he reached out to her. Sango shook her finger at him and turned her back. She was going to be cool, seductive. She was going to be cool. If she lasted long.

His eyes widened when she started to take off her sweater, nice and slow, glancing back at him invitingly. His mouth went dry, leaving his tongue to stick to the roof of his mouth. He was too enchanted to talk anyways. She slipped the deep pink garment over her head, exposing her pale back to him. His fingers twitched. But he thought he'd have a heart attack when she reached around to her bra clip, undoing each clip one by one. His head followed her movements. Okay, he was dreaming. He was sitting on Kagome's couch drooling, snoring and dreaming. Any minute now, Sango was going to elbow him awake. Much to his regret.

Sango crossed her arms over her chest and slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders smoothly. But her fingers were trembling slightly, and she was pretty sure her heart would explode from her rib cage soon. She had no idea what she was doing, but since it felt right, she'd do it. She wanted to. She mouth was dry, and it seemed oxygen wasn't making a difference to her lungs. Slipping the bra off, she held it to the side, and dropped it from her thumb and forefinger. Miroku's wide eyes followed, his mind having second thoughts that this might be a dream. Because his heart was pounding, his lungs refused to work, and all body heat went to his loins. He looked back up. And almost died.

Sango stood with her arms crossed across pale skin, a light blush tinting her cheeks. But her arms slowly fell to her side, and a few brain cells died in Miroku's head. As his eyes roamed over her full breasts, perky and taunt, and only had one thought. Goddess. He swallowed. Her eyes bore at him, the desire in them mixing with his. He looked down. He was still standing? He was pretty sure he had fallen to his knees to grovel at her feet and praise her. Hm, take what you get.

His heart tattooed faster as she stepped to him, backing him into the wall. He noticed his hands were shaking. That's a first. She licked her lips, he throat clogged. He made a few noises that sounded a bit pathetic, almost a whimper, and her lips tugged up. She went up on her toes, almost eye level with him. She brushed her lips to his, pulling him to her. Brushed again and retreated. This time he did whimper. God he couldn't take it anymore!

He crushed her to him, lips fusing together in heat. She grabbed at him, any part, as his hands kneaded and explore her back, sometimes sliding up and down her sides.

He flipped positions, pinning her to the wall as his mouth did wonderful things to her throat and ears. She moaned in delight, her body afire, and tugged at his sweater. She ignored the clothing and roamed her hands over his muscled back, sending shivers down his spine.

As he drank her heady nectar, his brain tried to form full sentences. But the random things floated through his head, making him agree entirely. She's so beautiful…she's a goddess…god I love her so much…her scent is so rich…who knew lotion tasted so good?...she's so special…she deserves more, she deserves everything…she picked so lowly as me, a lecher, a pervert, a playboy whose only goal on a date is to… his eyes snapped open. He pulled away and observed the spectacle before, the wonder that was Sango. Her mouth was bruised red, a result of their passionate kissing, and slightly open and panting. Her breasts heaved with her breathing, and her body flushed red with arousal. Her eyes were half open, but he could see into those depths, those deep dark pools of her soul. The only thing that showed brightly was her desire for him. But he saw something else, something that none of her walls could hide. Uncertainty. His jaw clenched and he ripped away from her, fist ready to hit anything. Preferably, a mirror with his face on it. How could he have been so stupid? He stalked to his window, and leaned his hot head on the cool windowpane. How could he have been so blind? This wasn't what he wanted, not like this.

Sango gasped as he tore away from her, confusion and anger bright in his eyes. As he strode to his window, she crossed her quivering arms over her chest protectively. Her lip trembled. What had she done wrong? Why was he angry? Tears pooled. She thought…she thought he would want her. To have her. And she wanted this, she really did. Well, half of her did, but the other just was…blah. She rubbed a hand over her pusling stomach, the spot between her legs throbbing with her desire for him. Did he not want her? Was she not good enough? The beginning kindle of anger were tossed in the pit. Was that it? He didn't want her like she wanted him? Well, could have fooled her with the way he was touching her. Smoke rose. Biting back on the insults she wanted to throw at him, she quickly snatched her bra and sweater from the floor, throwing the sweater over her head. At the noise, Miroku turned and saw her jerk her cloths up and slip into the sweater. He recognized that pout. She was mad. And he was to blame.

She grabbed her coat and turned her back to him, stalking to the door. She had to make it out before she cried. God she didn't want to cry in front of him. "You don't have to say it; I can tell when I'm not wanted around."

His temper sizzled. Is that what she thought? That he didn't want her? Oh no, you don't get away that easily. Anger pooling in his gut, he hurried up to her and snatched her arm and whirled her around. Angry gaze was met with angry and hurt gaze.

"Let go of me," she hissed, narrowing her eyes.

"No," Miroku's tone was hot and cold at the same time, if that was possible, "we need to talk."

"What's there to talk about? I wanted to have something special with you and you pushed me away, that simple. Goodbye Miroku." She tried to tug her arm from his firm grasp, but couldn't. Instead, he yanked her back and backed her to the wall, bolting each hand next to each side of her head. She went to snap at him, but her eyes were met with hot anger, an expression she had never before. Her knees trembled.

"No it's not that simple," he hissed at her, making her wince, "you think I don't want that special something too? You're wrong. I want you Sango, that's no secret."

"So why did you stop?! I was giving you everything I had!"

"Cause it's not everything you have!" he barked, and she yipped, "Sango, you don't understand, I just…I just don't know! I want you yet all I have to do to be happy is hold you in my arms. You stir feelings in me I didn't know I had! Don't you see Sango? How can I make you understand?"

"Understand…what?" she whispered and gulped. She had never seen this side of him. I was a bit scary, yet slightly arousing. Okay, get back to earth Sango.

He whirled away from her again, leaving her slightly quivering against the wall. He grabbed his hair and was ready to pull it out. He took a few breaths. How could she not see? He was bearing his soul to her and she was still blinded to it. His insides were twisting and turning in knots, tightening his chest. He was such an idiot. She wanted to give him something special and he shoved it back in her face.

"Understand what Miroku?" she lifted off the wall and took a step towards him, his silence making her edgy and not too clear in the head. She hated tense situations, cause then things are said and things done. "Miroku, tell me! What? Do you want to me to see you don't want me? That I'm not good enough for you to even…to even consider? What am I Miroku? I don't understand! What am I to you?"

His fists tightened on his head, pain seeping from the pulling. It was nothing to what her words were doing. How could she think that? How did those thoughts even enter her head? His chest constricted tight. No damn it! It wasn't like that!

"NO!" he yelled, scaring the day lights out of Sango, "that's not what it is!"

"Then what is it?!" Sango screamed, worry and anger mixing into a nasty ball in her gut. She gasped as he suddenly crushed her to his chest; his arms iron bands around her. She felt a slight tremble to them. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear.

"No," he voice was light, barely a whisper, that she had to strain to hear, "it's me. Its you. It's everything. Sango, since the day I met you, you were so different, so special. And everyday on I couldn't get you out of my head. You're the air in my lungs, the ground under my feet, the water I drink." He held tighter, "Sango…I love you."

Sango was shaking terribly, her head too light to think. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, and she clung tightly to him. The tears that threatened earlier had already fallen, her emotions riding every twist and turn of her heart. Oh god…this was a dream come true. This was her dream come true, her paradise. Her Miroku.

He let go only to frame her face softly, wiping the tears that spilled from her eyes. He leaned her forehead against his, closing his eyes tightly. "I love you Sango. I love you with everything I am, with every cell in my body. And to take you now would be wrong. Because I don't want it to be planned, I don't want to see it coming. I want it to be right, spontaneous, I want your beauty to blindside me, cause then, and it's only so much more enjoyable. Please don't be mad at me, I only want to give you the world. Please Sango, don't be mad. Don't hate me for loving you."

He gave butterfly kisses over her forehead, her closed eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and lastly, gave her a light kiss on the mouth. She was near sobbing, shaking hands framing his face, brushing her fingers through his hair, tears of happiness flooding her face.

"I can't hate you Miroku," she breathed, her voice watery, "cause I love you too."

He gave her a half hearted smile, which she returned with a watery one, and clasped her

to him again. He twirled her in a happy circle, laughing lightly at her shriek when she was lifted off her feet. He set her down lightly, and stared deeply at her. He guessed it was true; the eyes were the window to the soul. Because hers were full of love and joy. He leaned down and lightly brushed her lips, pulling her into a slow compassionate kiss, one that spoke to the soul, merging their spirits together. They stayed that way for awhile, Miroku lightly holding Sango in his arms, head resting on hers. There were no words to the happiness, the love they felt right then. It as like an enlightenment, and when people ask what it was like, you can't say, cause there's no way to say it. There's no way to describe it, no way to show people the moments of bliss you had.

Miroku smiled.

"Let's go for a walk," he said before he pulled a giggling Sango out the door, each trying to drag on their coats down the stairs. They opened the door and gasped. Snow, light and bright was drifting slowly to the ground. They smiled and walked out, hands locked together. And for all they cared, they could stay that way for all eternity. Clasped lovingly and familiar, fat snow flakes gathering as they walked into the night, an inner light warming them.