InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ New places, New Faces, New Beginnings ( Chapter 3 )

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IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE

Chapter Three: New places, New Faces, New Beginnings

“Here we are, home sweet home.” Sango said as she opened the door to her apartment. “It's not much but it's what my cousin and I managed to get a long time ago from all of our savings.”

“Nonsense, I love it.” Kagome breathed as she saw how beautiful it was. It was simple yet elegant. The walls were a soft peach and the couches were a cream color, with peach color designed flowers on her matching cushions, the carpet was also a cream shade. Her furniture was nice and so was the large Panasonic flat screen TV that hung on one of the walls, her eyes wondered to every detail in every corner of the rather cramped living room. It was very comfortable looking and the place was very expensive as well, mostly due to its prestigious location, or so had Sango explained on their drive there.

As soon as they entered, Kagome noticed a couple of abstract paintings on the walls and framed photographs of Sango and other unknown people that hung about the room in a decorative manner. There was a huge glass window in the living room which was hidden by a beautiful curtain made out of very delicate and fine fabric, which covered the view to the park from across the street.

To be honest, the living room was very nice; perhaps too impressively tidy and bright for Kagome's taste. Not that she minded everything being so orderly of course, but she had a strong feeling Sango was much of a neat freak, something she had always struggled with being a complete disorganized slob herself.

“Come on Sakura; let me show you the kitchen.” Sango grabbed Kagome's hand and dragged her to the kitchen-dinning room. Sure the living room could be considered a decent size and had plenty of space for no more than just a few people at once, but the kitchen however was rather small compared to the previous room. And though it clearly lacked in size there was still plenty of space for the little square table for four which resided in the center of it taking up much of the space to go about. The walls of this room were covered with an exquisite wallpaper of wild flowers, a little old fashion for today's trendy lifestyles but endearing nonetheless. There was a microwave, a fridge, a kitchen sink, wooden cabinets, wooden floor, marble made kitchen counters, and many other things that a normal and simple home kitchen would most likely have in it.

“We have two bathrooms, one down the hall, and a private one inside the other spare bedroom. Here follow me and I'll show you.” Kagome followed Sango down a hall and there she could see three doors, one on each of the opposite sides of the hall and then one on the far end of the hall. “The one bedroom on the right is mine and the other to the left would be yours.” Sango told Kagome as they entered Sango's bedroom. It looked pretty cozy; she had wooden furniture, cream colored carpet like the living room and the hall. There was a king size bed with floral maroon bed sheets and the walls also happened to be a maroon reddish purple. I'm guessing she likes maroon a lot, Kagome thought as her eyes gazed about.

Sango turned to look at Kagome and smiled. “I know what you're thinking, and yes, I do love the color maroon.”

Kagome nodded. “I can tell.”

Next, they walked into the bedroom on the left hand-side of the hall. “And this…would be your bedroom. Like I had told you before, it used to be my cousin's bedroom, so the taste of color and furniture is all hers.” Sango put her hands on her hips as she explained.

It was simple and quite pleasing to the eye, regardless of all the lack of space in the bedroom; she smiled delighted with the bedroom itself. Kagome walked in and sat in the king size bed that was in the middle of the room. The walls were a light and really soft lilac color, the furniture was a light brown colored wood, and the carpet was white. It looked very comfortable. “I like it; it's very comfy-looking.” Kagome told Sango who stood leaning against the door frame.

“I'm glad you think so. There are two closets in here and the bathroom is also connected to the room. I actually wanted this bedroom when we first moved here, I don't know why; I guess it's because of the vive. But with time I got used to the other one.” Sango spoke.

“Yeah, it's very nice. The color and size actually reminds me of my old bedroom in Kyoto.”

“How long are you here for?”

“I have no idea…Though I can guarantee I'm not leaving just yet.” Kagome told her.

There was an awkward pause between the two. “So would you move in here? But don't worry, if you say no then I'll understand completely. After all I am a stranger.”

Kagome paused hesitantly, weighing her few options. No, she could not back out now, she had come this far and it was too late to think otherwise. The flat was homey enough and the lady in front of her seemed like a decent person to crash with for the time being. “I've decided to move in with you as soon as you'll have me.” Kagome confirmed to who Sango beamed brightly at the news.

Kagome returned the smile delighted. “And you don't have to worry about paying until you find a job; I assumed you obviously don't have one since you just moved here to the city, you can move in whenever you'd like.” Sango assured her.

“Great, I'll just get a couple of items that I have in a suitcase in the trunk of my car.” Kagome said as she walked pass Sango and right out of the apartment building to get her suitcase. Soon she came back in, with her purse on her shoulders and holding a large suitcase which contained all her most necessary possessions.

“I'll put this in the bedroom, I'll be right back.” She told Sango who was in the living room watching the evening news.

"Hey if you're hungry, we could order something..." Sango suggested.

Kagome walked back into the living room where Sango was and shook her head, “What if we make something for dinner ourselves instead?” Kagome suggested and sat down on the couch next her new roommate.

“Oh…I don't cook. Back when Rin lived here, she cooked and I cleaned the house, that's just how it's always been since she left.”

“Then how about I teach you?” Kagome offered, “Come on, it'll be fun.”

Sango shrugged at the though of getting anywhere near the stove she tried so hard to avoid contact with. “I don't know, I almost burned down the whole apartment last time I tried.” She laughed nervously. "But ifyou insist."

“Of course, trust me. We'll start by making something easy.” Kagome grabbed Sango's hand and she walked behind Kagome to the kitchen as they decided on something easy to make, gathering what they needed from the kitchen cabinets and the fridge.

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“I guess you were right...it's not that bad once you get the hang of it.” Sango said as she stirred the sauce for the pasta as it cooked in low heat. She was starting to get the hang of it.

“Yeah, all it needs is a bit of time and a sprinkle of patience.” Kagome said as she chopped the tomatoes and carrots into slices for her garden salad with fresh vegetables.

“Do you have any dressing?”

“Yeah, just look inside the fridge door and you'll find them next to the ketchup and mustard to your left.” Sango said as she added seasoning to the sauce. “You know Sakura I have a feeling we'll be awesome roomies.”

“I agree. This is truly the beginning of a beautiful relationship.” Kagome giggled, she really did enjoy Sango's perky personality.

Sango laughed, “I think so too.”

“So Sango, are you single as well?” Kagome asked as she added some Italian dressing to her colorful salad for a better taste and flavor.

“I guess you could say that, I mean there is this one guy. His name is Miroku, we've been friends for years now and lately he's been flirt with me nonstop; for some reason I can't help but refuse his every sudden affection over me. But trust me; he isn't any prince charming no matter how many times he tries to be.” She explained.

Sango continued with a half-dazed expression. “He is most definitely a complete pervert though. He rebelled from his long ancestry line of Buddhist monks, the same reason most employees call him monk. It`s just ironic how he`s the complete opposite of anything holy. ” She knuckled at the thought.

“So how did you meet each other?” Kagome asked.

“Well, I met him in high school to be exact. He was the kind of guy all of my friends wanted to date. But he only picked on those few beautiful whores who will do anything guys asked. I remember how one day I had just happened to moved to the city and had gotten lost in the school campus. Man that school was huge. So his best friend, this guy named Inuyasha, who was an even bigger Don Juan, helped me get to my first class that day without getting in trouble since we were both late.

So that's how I met Inuyasha, and I remember he instantly took a liking on me, not as a girlfriend kind of liking but more of a sister. And I had also started to get attach to him too, he can be a real sweetheart sometimes but he can also be a real jerk. So one glorious day, Inu decides to get me and Miroku together on a blind date. Keep in mind that Miroku and I still didn't know each other but I had heard of him from other girls and such.

Now let me tell you something, Inuyasha is one of those guys that don't easily notice things. Hell, if there was a fucking accident right in front of his face he wouldn't notice a thing. So the moron made reservations for us to go to this very fine and expensive restaurant, and he had told me that it was just a casual dinner and that I didn't need to wear something special. And how for some reason his friend could not pick me up. So there I stupidly showed up on jeans, oh god I was so embarrassed because everyone else who was there was wearing something really elegant. Shit, the waitresses looked a whole lot better compared to me.” Sango explained as she served their food on the table.

Kagome placed the plates and forks on the table and sat down. “So you never heard from your date?” She asked as she served herself some food on her plate.

Sango explained. “Well it turns out that moron had given Miroku the wrong name to the restaurant and so I waited for hours for his friend to show up and he never did! That night I took the city bus home and there weren't any more seats left, so I ended up sitting next to this hentai who touched my butt twice on my way home. But of course after slapping the hell out of him, I noticed he was dressed all fancy in a tux and so I asked him where he was headed. And he told me that his date had stood him up and that on his way home, his car broke down and that he had walked about two miles to get to the nearest bus stop.

I remember we talked for almost an hour on that bus, so I got off and realized that I had been stupid and completely forgotten to ask for his name. The next day I went to school and Inuyasha presented me his so-called-friend that I was supposed to meet on that date he had arranged. But you know what the funny part is Sakura?” Sango asked as she stuffed some pasta in her mouth.

“Well what happened?” Kagome asked and played with her fork.

“It turned out that very same guy who I had met on the bus and that I had never gotten a chance to ask for his name, was Inuyasha's friend who had stood me up. That's when we were properly introduced and when we realized that neither one of us had stood anyone up. The whole thing had been obviously Inuyasha's fault. So we decided to go on another date, but without Inuyasha's help that is…And I remember how our date turned out to be so wonderful, that's when I received my first kiss believe it or not.” Hey eyes held a dreamy expression far from reality.

“But what happened? How come you guys aren't in a serious relationship?” Kagome studied her, Sango's expression now switching from confusion to just plain discomfort. Kagome decided that perhaps Sango liked this guy but she had yet to accept it.

Sango looked over at Kagome and sighed. “Easy, we decided to just be friends and nothing more. And along that period of time until now, everything was going fine…Although lately he has been treating me like one of his easy fucks. I mean, he flirts with me and all. And it's been really uncomfortable because I have never seen him more than just a friend.”

“You're confused aren't you?”

“No…he's my friend and I can never imagine him nothing but.” Kagome smiled and realized it was weird how sometimes people end up meeting new people and how love can be found in the weirdest of situations. Sango smiled back knowing that Kagome was right. She was a little confused, out of place and her emotions were starting to go haywire whenever she was around Miroku.

“Well enough about me, didn't you mention before that you were in a relationship of some sort.” Sango asked, this time it was her turn to ask all the questions.

Kagome almost shocked on her food realizing she had completely forgotten about her slip up earlier. How was she to tell Sango that she was once engaged and nearly been rapped? How was she going to tell her that she tried to live off pills for days, to the point that she almost committed suicide? Kagome ate silently not bothering to answer Sango's disturbing question, or even look at her in the eye. But of course Sango noticed the abrupt reaction to her question.

“Sakura did I say something that I wasn't supposed to say or that it may have bothered you in anyway?” She asked concerned.

My sudden change in reaction didn't give it away, did it? Kagome thought sarcastically for a moment or two. “No you haven't, it's just that I don't have a nearly interesting story like you did. I mean my life has always been simple and I've never had luck with boyfriends or just men in particular. I have been in relationships but they never seam to last.” She lied.

“Oh…sorry to hear, so do you have any family back in Kyoto?” Sango questioned, deciding it was best to just change the subject.

“Yeah, as a mater of fact I do. I lived in a shrine with my mom, a grandfather, a little brother who's already eighteen-years old, and other distant relatives.”

“Another thing we have in common. My younger brother is turning twenty-one at the end of next month. They grow up so fast, I still can't believe he's practically an adult.” she said smiling.

“Yeah, they sure do. So where is he now?” Kagome couldn't help but ask.

“He's in America with my father, they moved after my mom died in bed from a deadly fever years ago. I guess my dad couldn't take it anymore, so he left taking the next plane to the states…how come you never mentioned your father?”

“That's because he's dead...” Kagome sheepishly added and Sango gasped.

“I'm sorry." Kagome laughed at Sango's reaction.

"It's been years now, trust me, I'm over it..."

"So what happened to him if you don't mind me asking?"

"I've never really talked about him."

"I won't push you if that's not what you want."

"That's alright I don't mind telling...you see, my father was a busyness man, who was actually born in Kyoto but occasionally would work here in Tokyo City. Well when I was little he would never be home because he had to attend to these meetings in the city and so we would only see him sometimes. So when I was a kid and my mom had just recently found out she was pregnant, we unfortunately received a phone call from his personal assistant, that my dad had been in a car accident, he was lying in a hospital bed injured in a coma and that the doctors did not think he would make it through the night…And by the time we got there, he was already dead…" Kagome explained the whole thing, ignoring the images in her head that followed. Thought Kagome would never admit it to her, her father's death had hurt more than she led on.

Sango gave Kagome a compassionate look. “I'm sure your father was a good man.” Kagome nodded trying to look unaffected by the memory.

Sango who only studied Kagome's distanced look, had a little disturbing and nagging feeling in her gut that told her that this new friend of hers was hiding something else, something that was waiting to burst out but decided against it. If telling a feature from another was a gift than Sango was your gal. She had the gift of knowing a person from just spending ten minutes with them. And for some reason, Kagome seemed as if hiding something big however Sango still couldn't quite put a finger on it. But whatever she struggled with, Sango would be right there to help her and hear her out the day she would be ready to allow someone to help.

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“Hey sexy; how was your day after cutting me off this evening?” Miroku put his phone on speaker and managed to ask his long time friend as he stopped at a red traffic light and mumbled, hopefully better than mine. Shortly after remembering a while ago when he was being cut off by a old lady and her pooch, which had his head out of the passenger seat with his tongue sticking out like if mocking him for having such a lousy day, which had in the process caused him to spill a cup of hot coffee all over his new suit which was all socking wet till now. All in all, he had managed to burned himself and had a huge migraine. Kami what else could go wrong today? He questioned the gods who refused to answer him back, and realized he shouldn't have though anything since it just started to pour outside his window.

“Knock it off hentai.” He heard her say playfully denying him with some of her usual fire. And he chuckled for the first time that day. He was now looking through his compartment, searching for a painkiller or two so that it could easily solve his problems away. But he soon found himself angrily groaned in frustration as someone honked behind him, which caused him to stop looking for the mean time and instead placed his foot on the gas. He was about to shout in aggravation when he was once again stopped by a red light and noticed he wasn't alone and that Sango had been shouting his name repeatedly after realizing she was babbling out to herself.

“Sorry San, I was a little distracted back there. So how are you this fine evening?” He pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building and slouched back on his seat after killing the engine. Miroku was glad to be back to his apartment after a very long and stressful day at work. Not to mention, after having his boss on his throat all day because he had lost some archives which was very mind-blowing to say the least…how he hated Inuyasha at this very moment. Though he was at least glad to have Sango calmly talking to him again. Wishing since earlier today when she had cut him off, to listen to her sweet voice, even if she was mad or just simply wanted to lecture him about his wondering hands. The same hands he repeated told everyone were possessed with a mind of their own...as if...

“I'm alright…guess what though?” Sango, who was sitting on the living room couch with a cup of green tea, questioned, though she didn't sound so happy about it.

“Let me guess…you finally admitted to yourself that you can't live a day without talking to me and hearing my seductive voice? That you are helplessly in love with me? That you'll bear my children? Come on Sango, you know you like it when we are alone, I`m on top and you're helplessly beneath me—” He was about to continue but he chuckled after hearing her shriek just before finishing up and telling her one of his many fantasies. He just couldn't help teasing her sometimes and it just made him wonder what would happen if that one fantasy would one day come true. “Make a man happy for once and tell me you're wearing that sexy nightgown I bought you for your birthday you erotic vixen you.”

It was true; he had given her a nightgown, a very skimpy nightgown on the day of her own birthday. He had said it was her anticipated gift that he would wait to give until she was ready for him to provide with. The man was clearly delusional.

“Houshi Miroku I will not sleep with you...Be mature and for once talk to me like a normal human being...” She sighed frustrated and not in a mood for being teased over the phone. “One more time and I'm hanging up Houshi-kun.”

“Fine Sango, lets not argue right now...let me guess, you finally found that roommate you've been searching for?” He guessed correctly.

“Yes...as a matter of fact I have. Her name is Sakura.” She explained somewhat angry, Miroku imagined her crossing her arms over her breast with that cute wrinkle over her nose. He brushed a hand through his thick black hair; he hated when he awoke in a rush and forgot to put his hair in a ponytail. He got out of his vehicle with his umbrella on one hand and his cell phone on another.

“Don't keep me waiting Sango; tell me, what she like, attractive hopefully...” He laughed out loud at her sighing and realized that he had forgotten his briefcase filled with papers on the passenger seat of his car, but he was now at the entrance of his apartment, and was about to go back to his car for it but in the end decided it wasn't worth bring his work home two nights in a row.

“Well Miro, to tell you the truth she seems very lovely, attractive, a nice down to earth person, and she's from Kyoto...” She said really unsure.

“You don't sound too glad about her moving in with you. Sango, I can tell you're not telling something. Remember you can't fool me, so you might as well spit it out.” He said in a loving voice as if he were dating her. He did that a lot and every time he did it, it got on her nerves how he would just get her to say anything to him so openly.

“Miroku, she's nice, but I can tell she's also lonely. I get this feeling like she's hiding something, but obviously I don't know what since I just met her. Actually come to think of it, she kind of reminds me of Inu…” Sango continued, “I don't know how to say this but in some aspects they both seam lonely and heartbroken. Call me crazy but I can tell she really isn't a happy person. I guess there's just something about her...”

“You sound as if you've known her all your life.” Miroku told her as he opened the door to his beloved penthouse and walked in while the lights flickered on throughout the apartment. He couldn't understand why, but whenever Sango met someone, she instantly got the urge to know everything about them and ended up wanting to help them in a way or another which made her to appear noisier than normal people. It didn't bother him; as a matter of fact it intrigued him to know she wanted to help someone. And because he knew her so well, he couldn't help but get the bizarre idea that she was going somewhere with all this, something he would most likely give into.

“Well to tell you the truth, it feels like I've known her for more than just a day. But I'm telling you deep down she's just like Inu, even if she does seems the complete opposite.”

“I see…maybe these two poor souls aught to meet and hook up.” He said sarcastically, only joking with her as he walked straight to his bedroom while loosening the tie around his neck with one hand and then trying hard to unbutton his pants.

But Sango actually took his comment seriously. “That's it! Miroku you're a genius. We should so hook them up together!”

“Wait angel, I didn't mean it that way. Damn it Sango, you know how Inuyasha is about us setting him up! Whatever it is you are thinking at this very moment is a definite no!”

“But Houshi-Kins, you know he needs company—a distraction! Come on Miro, just this once. We'll hook them up once and wait and see what happens. And if they don't hit it off too good, at least we'll have the satisfaction of knowing we tried…”

“Sango, you know we can`t. For god's sake, you just met the girl. Give her some air to breathe, some time to settle in. Besides, we don't want the same repeat of what happened last time.”

“Yeah I know...just hear me out this once Miro...one more time and I swear not to do it again. You know I can`t really do this without your help...”

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT...THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.