InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Drama of Edo High: A Modern Tale ❯ Is Your Heart Still Mine? ( Chapter 33 )

CHAPTER 33: IS YOUR HEART STILL MINE

A week. It's been a week. A week since he saw her smile. A week since he heard her laugh. A week since he held her hand, or kissed her cheek. A week since he looked into her eyes and saw love and a week since he could kiss her soft lips. A week since he held her in his arms and said the words he longed to say now.

And it was killing him, very slowly.

Miroku swallowed the lump in his throat and continued to stare out his window. The moon shined softly through his curtains, full and bright in a big black sky studded with diamonds. Many would say it was beautiful and stand outside to look or take a loved one for a walk under that moon. But him, he shut it off from his sight. It only reminded him that he wanted Sango here with him, to take that walk under the moon and chat about this and that. But he couldn't, not anymore. Not when his heart was still bleeding, and her heartbreak still fresh in his mind. And oh, how he longed to end it. To end her pain, her suffering, to gather her in his arms and tell her he was a fucking jackass and he would do anything to make it better.

But how could he, when she wouldn't even talk to him? Don't think he didn't try, hell he tried for five straight days. Calling and calling, until he was sure her mother would just drag to the phone and make her listen to him, or talk to him, even if it was to really dump. But none of that happened. Every time he called, her mother answered, and told him in a dejected and defeated voice that Sango wouldn't come out, for anything. He even tried Sango's private line that her parents had said was for only emergencies (if this wasn't, he didn't know what was), and found that the minute she picked up, she hung up. He tried again, and she disconnected the phone line. He tried going to her house, but one look from her father had him never going back. He did want to be alive if he wanted to apologize and tell her if it's what she really wanted, than he would never see her again. But just the thought had his heart panicking, and his mind tried frantically to shut down.

He hadn't gone to school all week, and it worried Mushin. But not even his adopted father got him out of his room. Food was sent to his room, but Miroku couldn't remember the last time he ate a full meal. He was depressed and he knew it, and he knew if he didn't pull out soon, something would happen. But he didn't want to, he didn't want to leave the quiet, and the darkness, because that's all he was right now. His sun was gone, and he was left with night. Not even a star graced his mind, for clouds of misery blocked any or all happy thoughts from him. And it kept repeating in his head, that single day. Over and over, again and again.

"No Miroku, I'm done listening. I'm done with you."

And oh, if that hadn't stabbed him. Right in the heart, deep and deeper. And left him bleeding and broken. He was sure she felt like him, hell she thought she had been betrayed, but that wasn't so. No, that bitch, that fucking cunt Koharu had done this, and she was to blame. It would have been better if she wasn't a girl, cause then he could kick the shit out of her, but it wasn't so. Everything in his life has seen to gone straight to hell, past the fiery pits that was Satan's domain and right to the dark passages where the grim reaper liked to roam in his free time.

But one thing would always be the same. He loved and he couldn't stop thinking about her. A tear rolled down his cheek.

{ <3 }

Sango lay curled on her bed, arms clasped tightly around the tiger Kagome and Inuyasha had gotten for her birthday. Her shades were pulled shut tightly, strangling all attempt of the full moon to enter her room. It's been a week, and yet it felt like yesterday. Each day passed, and fell into the horizon, taking with it another piece of her pride and her heart. And it hurt, hurt beyond anything she's ever felt. Any broken bone was a pinch compared to a broken heart. And each memory stabbed another pin into her. She looked with blank eyes over to her desk, and saw her highlighters. And she couldn't stop it.

Sango had been so excited when her parents said they were leaving for her aunt's, bringing Rin and Kohaku with them. Leaving her with house sitting. And a whole weekend alone. Well, not really alone. The minute they left the driveway and turned the corner, Sango stretching her neck just to make sure, she zoomed into the house and grabbed the phone. An hour later, Miroku was there with an over night bag and a huge smile.

That night, they decided to make dinner the old fashioned way, homemade. But Sango never told him she was a terrible cook, and good thing he knew a thing or two, otherwise they were ordering out. Stir fry was the easiest thing he knew to make, and they had a very…fun time of making it. One, Sango almost dropped the pan on her foot. Two, Miroku almost splattered himself with oil. Three, they both almost burned the kitchen down if it wasn't for Miroku's quick reflexes. And four, Sango almost burned it. But all in all, it came out quite good. A movie and a quart of ice cream later, they found themselves in the shower, foreplay mainly ruling. They soaked the sheets, but dried each other. After that, Sango grabbed underwear and a tank top, for him some boxers, and decided to have fun. Taking her green, pink, orange and yellow highlighters, she started doing his toenails. He protested, but grabbed a marker and did hers. Smiling, she made a quick of pink across his cheek.

She giggled as he looked shocked, then he narrowed his eyes at her. He grinned.

"Oh, it's on now." He made a green mark down her nose. She got his chin with orange. And so it went form there. They ended up looking like tigers who met the wrong end of a child's paintbrush, but it was fun nonetheless. There was a lot of laughing giggling and squealing, but Miroku finally caught her wrists and she struggled playfully. Fed up, he grinned when he just yanked her forward on to his lap and kissed her to oblivion. The markers fell from her fingers, and instead she gripped his hair. And for the first time pulled it free. He gasped and pulled away, and she laughed. But she stopped when his wavy hair fell to barely touch his shoulders, angling so that it was the longest in front. When he hands jerked up to fix it, she stopped his hands and slowly lowered them. He looked at her confused, but she shook her head.

"Leave it down, I want to see it like this. I want to see you like this."

His eyes softened, and he smiled a small smile. He shook his head, making his dark locks move with him. "You know, I can't remember the last time I wore my hair down."

"You should do it more often, you look cute."

He mock scowled at her, "then I will make sure to never wear it down."

She giggled, "Aw come on. It's not that bad. Besides, it feels so soft and light…"

Sango demonstrated by running her fingers through his hair, causing the chain reaction that made her grateful to be a woman at times. And it was the sweetest they ever had. And it was the last time they did.

Oh yes, she remembered that all too clearly. Because it was right before that dreadful day, the day where her heart shattered to no return. He was so kind, so gentle to her. He kissed away the tears of pure delight that came from her, making one ragged sob escape her because he was so thoughtful. And he held her like a child when it was over, and she clung to that warm body of his, tracing of the ridges of lean adolescent muscle that lined him. And she remembered how he said over and over to her, each time it felt so real.

"I love you Sango, only you, only you…I love you."

She didn't stop the tears that flooded from her eyes, but tried so hard to halt the sobs. Those ragged, jerky sobs that hurt if you do it too much. How many nights had she denied comfort? How many times had she pushed away her mother because she felt she would break if anyone touched her? How many times had her mother come to tell her that Miroku was desperately trying to see her, to talk to her? And when was it that the calls finally stopped, when he finally broke down and stopped? And she had cried that night too, because she realized, that he was giving up. Because she was giving up.

Kagome had come to her one time, and didn't offer comfort or and shoulder to her best friend. But a sympathic look, and some cold truth. She said she knew what really happened, but Sango wouldn't listen to that, refused to. So Kagome moved on. She said that Inuyasha had to hold her back from seriously injuring the girl, Koharu, and Kagome had two weeks detention on circumstances. And that Miroku hadn't come to school for the whole week, just like her. Inuyasha had tried to talk to him, but not one word was said through that door. Not one. And then Kagome turned her back, and let one tear shed for her. And it broke her. That Kagome would know the truth, but Sango would give up on trying to know. Sango let the sobs come and soak her benighted spirit.

{ <3 }

Kagome paced back and forth, to and fro, thinking and thinking. Inuyasha watched her across his room, his darkened gold irises half lidded, and he rubbed the growing headache that he got from watching her. She went from his desk to his bed and back again, nibbling on a fingernail. And she's been doing a lot of this since Miroku and Sango broke up. Or, more like killed each other's hearts. There's a pretty big difference.

And Inuyasha wasn't complaining, hell, he's been doing a lot of thinking too. Ever since that silent chat with Miroku through his door, Inuyasha had to really consider that Sango meant more to him than Miroku had let on. He secretly feared that Mushin would call and tell him Miroku's funeral was next Wednesday cause he took a razor to his wrists. Or hung from his bed posts, or took one too many sleeping pills-okay he really needed to stop.

"There must be something we can do," Kagome said to herself, still pacing. "If only Sango had listened to me when I went to see her."

Inuyasha sighed, and rested his elbows on his knees. "If there was Kagome, I would have jumped at the chance."

Kagome only nodded, "I know she was upset, but at least she could have had to decency to listen."

Inuyasha shook his head, ears laid back flat in sadness, and ran a clawed hand through his hair. "God, why do women have to be so paranoid?"

"Cause most of the time it's warranted."

Inuyasha looked at her shocked and stood. "Are you kidding me? Since when have I `warranted' your paranoia?"

Kagome raised her brow at him, "remember the new moon thing?"

He opened his mouth then closed it. He tried again. "Okay, I admit, I must have worried you. But did you really think I would cheat on you? And this is totally different! That girl had it planned out, step by step to back at Miroku and Sango. Why she did it, I'll never understand, but what can we do about it? It isn't our relationship that's taking the hits right now."

"And it better stay that way mister, or I'll do something very un-Sango-like and wait till your asleep." She couldn't help but smile at the gulp that she heard from all the way across the room. But she didn't see how Inuyasha unconsciously covered himself. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, anyways, what can we do? You tried to talk to Sango, but you weren't exactly the friend and comforted her, so I think she'll be prone to avoid you."

Kagome stopped in her tracks and raised her head in thought. She bit her lip, then smiled. She whirled around surprising Inuyasha, and flung her arms around his neck. "You're a genius! What would I do without you?"

Inuyasha's brow shot up, "um, I don't know, but why am I a genius?"

She pulled back and raised her chin confidently. "You know how we tried to talk to our best friends but failed cause we know them so well?" he nodded. "Well, how bout I try to talk to Miroku and you talk to Sango."

He backed up and held up his hands, "whoa, hold up sweetheart. I don't know Sango that well, at least not like you, even though we've been friends for some time."

"Exactly! Cause then it will force her to talk to you. And Miroku doesn't need another guy trying to make him feel macho again -don't interrupt me-so if we try, then we might get them to talk."

Inuyasha scowled at her for the macho comment but he softened. God, what was this girl doing to his life? He loved her like crazy, but sometimes it amazed him how much she changed him for the better. He nodded, and moaned when she did the `yes!' thing. But he grabbed her hand nonetheless.

"You know Kagome, you know would never do something to hurt you right?"

She smiled, "and I the same. Now come on, time to get our friends back together."

{ <3 }

Kagome took a breath and released it. Okay, stick to the plan. Hopefully, it will convince them to at least live again. She knocked on Miroku's door. No response. Again. Same thing. She scowled at it. He couldn't be out, the maid said he hadn't left his room I in over a week. Poor boy.

She pounded softly. "Come on Miroku! I know your there."

Kagome heard a rustled and guessed his was on the floor. She waited when no other sounds came. Her brows crossed worried. "Miroku? Miroku open the -"

"What are you doing here?" came a thick voice from the other side, and made her jump at how close it was. But she frowned at it. Oh, he was miserable, it was just so clear. Jesus.

She leaned her ear against the door tentatively, her hands framing the spot where her head met wood. She spoke softly. "Miroku, open the door, please. I just want to talk."

"Go away."

"Miroku-"

"Just leave Kagome, I don't…I just don't want to." It broke her heart the way he sounded like a boy shipwrecked on a strange island. She bit her lip.

"Well, that's too bad. I want to talk, and if you're not going to open the door, I'll stay right here and talk." No response. Step one completed, he's listening.

"I…I talked to Sango the other day," she heard a scraping on the door, and guessed he sat down when she heard a thump, "and um…well, I'm not gonna lie Miroku, so I'll say it straight out. She's done in, upset, mad, sad, miserable, everything that applies here. She hasn't left her house, hell, even her room the whole time. She's locked herself up Miroku, just like you. Last I saw of her, she was a mess. And I hate to say it Miroku, but you fucked up, or more likely, falsely fucked up. And I know, because I'm her life long friend, and she won't even talk to me anymore."

"You shouldn't have gotten involved," he whispered, and irritated her.

"Well what the hell was I suppose to do Miroku? Just sit back and watch as two of my best friends wither away cause of a misunderstanding? Sorry, but that doesn't sit well with me, and I'm not backing down. I'm not about let my friends give up on the first blow that hits them."

"Why should you care? You have the perfect relationship with Inuyasha," the childish jealously was clear, and it only made her madder.

"What? That is complete bullshit. You know as well as I do that me and Inuyasha fight all the time! Hell, I ignored him for three days because he was flirting with another girl, and it's only when you told me that he was giving her homework that I talked to him."

On the other side, the first signs of a smile tugged his lips. Oh yeah, he remembered that. But it quickly disappeared.

"Listen Miroku, I'm only trying to help. It may take time, and some effort, but I'm sure if you just got Sango alone and explained-"

"Don't even bother," he sighed, "If I know Sango well enough, I know she won't listen to me. I tried for five days Kagome, and not one word. It's just…hopeless." Kagome listened as his voice thickened. She gasped silently. He wasn't…

"Do you what it feels like Kagome? To have your heart ripped from your chest and stuck on a poker to rot? I do, only too well now. And she didn't even give me a chance to say anything. That's what hurt most. I thought she trusted me better than that. But no, she shoved it all in my face and left me to choke on it. Oh god…Jesus, Mary and Joseph…"

And then she heard it, one ragged torn sob left him. She leaned on the door in surprise, sliding down to his level. He was crying. Not just sniffling, or trying to cover it, but actually crying. It takes a true man to cry for a woman, especially if he loved her. She sighed, a tear escaping, and sat with Miroku, feeling his weight lean on the other side. And let him cry.

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Kagome so owed him for this, cause in truth, he had no idea what he was doing. Inuyasha sent a glance to the stairs, where he heard her mother nervously waited at the bottom. If the smell wasn't enough. The minute he entered the house, the tension hit him like a good right hook and left him breathless. But he gathered his nervous, bit down and climbed the stairs, her mother sending him silent blessings. It made him shudder. If he thought Kagome's mood swings were bad…then he's never been around Sango when she was upset. It hung around her door like water, flooding and flowing continuously. It made his demon blood jump for Kami's sake. But if he wanted his bud back, he'd have to deal with his girlfriend first. He took a breath. God have mercy on his soul.

He knocked and heard her shift. "What?"

That rubbed a nerve. Has he ever heard anything more pathetic? Probably Miroku could match it right now, but he wasn't talking to Inuyasha. "Uh…hey Sango. I was just…"

"Inuyasha?" man she could be quite, he didn't hear her move to the door.

"Yep, it's me. I was just wondering of you wanted to talk…you know, since we are friends."

The door clicked and opened. And he had to really use a lot of will not to cringe. Miroku is so paying for this. She was a wreck, hair tossed, eyes red and baggy, and it looked like she bit her lip to the point of bleeding. It almost made his composure crash burning to the ground. He remained standing, silently making plans to make Miroku suffer more than he deserved in his head.

"Uh…can I come in?"

She nodded and stepped back, crossing her arms in the giant baggy t-shirt she wore. He looked around surprised. It was dark, shades drawn, lights off. And he was slightly relieved when he didn't smell any unwelcome drugs in the room. Good, she wasn't taking pills or contemplating anything. She didn't shut the door, the only light source, but stayed there, as if she'd only tolerate him for a short time. Use it wisely.

Inuyasha looked down at his hands, and shifted nervously. "Hey listen, I'm not one for peep talks or anything, but if you have something to say…I'm here."

"Why isn't Kagome here?" damn it, he knew it. Good thing he was prepared.

"Because she's afraid to say anything to you. She knows that you're really touchy about this, and doesn't want you to hate him or anything."

Sango snorted and sat on the bed, "too late for that."

She lied hugely. Cause his nose never lies. "No its not." He sat in front of her and gave her a hard look. "look Sango, I'm not here ask you to give him a second chance or anything, cause that would be pointless coming from his best friend, but I just want to talk about it."

"About what?"

"Don't play stupid, you know what. It's not what you think Sango, it really isn't. I will admit, Miroku is an idiot and will make mistakes, some really huge some small. But what kind of people would men be if we didn't? But I've gotten to know you, and I've known Miroku my whole life practically, and I know one thing for sure. When he sets his mind to one thing, he sticks to it Sango. Even if it kills him. And ever since he laid eyes on you, ever since then its always `I'll make her mine' or `Sango will be my girlfriend', and trust me, hearing it day in and day out made me hit him more than a few times. But ever since you guys went out, he's totally different, he doesn't flirt, or grope or any of that shit, cause he has what he wanted. Or he had. And it was always, it always went back to you. And you can think of what you will of what happened, but I'll tell you one thing, he didn't want that. And he never will, cause he only wants you."

"Get out," Sango gasped, and held tight to the tears that threatened. Inuyasha panicked and held out hand, her tears fresh in his nose.

"Wait Sango, I didn't mean to push you-"

"I said…get out, leave me alone." She stared straight in his eyes, and pointed at the door. He hesitated, but got up. But he wouldn't leave with out the last word, so he paused at the door, hand on the knob, and turned to her still form.

"You know Sango, I tried talking to him, and he wouldn't say anything to me. And I'm his childhood friend. You think about that." And he closed the door. Sango listened as his footsteps faded, and thumped down the stairs. The front door opened and closed, and the crunch of gravel faded with each step he took.

And Sango slid to the floor on her knees, and cried her guilt away.