InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life, Death, and all that's between ❯ blame game... ( Chapter 2 )

Miroku's temper was barely contained when he found out that Inu Yasha had only gotten the proverbial slap on the hand, and told to keep a close guard on Kagome. Miroku was seething, as he received the okay to visit Lady Sango. His was pacing his office, his wings rustling in his pure and unadulterated anger. He knew the motto :Forgive and Forget, but it was only a suggestion right now the only thing keeping him from ripping his fellow angel to shreds was how happy Kagome had been with Inu Yasha. He hauled back and slammed his fist down on his black marble top desk, growling deep in his throat.

 

What's more Inu Yasha had been assigned as his partner, He was the freaking angel of death of the boss's sake why the hell would he need a partner!

 

His cell phone broke the silence with the death march.

 

He dug it out and answer. “What?” His voice conveyed his rage.

 

“I dunno what, you wanted the freaking phone call from me, now you bite my head off, fine…” Sango shot back at him, annoyance in her voice.

 

“Wait.” Miroku's tone softened slightly, catching her before she could hang up. “I'm sorry, Lady Sango.” He apologized, dropping in to his executive desk chair, his feet kicked up beside his laptop.

 

“You should be, I'm busy to you know, I can't just drop all this stuff and set up a meeting every time you need something.” Sango said.

 

Miroku smiled, picturing the 5'8” woman, with the willowy figure, and the hidden strength in her form, she had long deep brown hair, that hit her butt, and was usually back in a loose ponytail, unless she need to kick some ass, then it was in a high pony tail, he could picture the fire in her cinnamon eyes, and how her form looked in those low hip hugger jeans she always wore, and the black tank top, not to mention the boots that looked like she rode a Harley daily.

 

Oh yeah, he was into her, but she didn't seem to like him. He gave a sigh. “I know, I know, you have no time for a lecher like me, Sango, I've heard the lecture before, but can we please have dinner tonight, I have some business to discuss with you, I swear it's business, then we can go see Kagome together.” Miroku said.

 

“Alright, alright, you grope me again though, and I will cut your arm off.” Sango threaten.

 

“Understood. China Road, as usual, same time?” He asked.

 

“Yeah, I might be a few minutes late, so go ahead and order for me.” She requested.

 

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” He gave the phone a tenderly sad smile.

 

“Don't make a habit of it Lecher, a couple days notice would be appreciated next time…” She scolded him slightly. “See ya later Higurashi.” She said.

 

“See ya, babe.” He teased her gently as he hung up.

 

 

 

At the Hospital

 

Inu Yasha sat beside Kagome's bed. He didn't touch her, for the guilt within his heart. He hated himself for the fact that she had been hurt that day, he hated that the man that had been like a brother now hated his very existence, and wished him dead.

 

He wished so badly to make peace with Miroku, but he had hurt his friend deeply by not being able to protect Miroku's precious sister. He wanted no more then to have life back the way was, and being a messenger angel and another angel of death he knew how precious life was. He wanted so badly to go back and change that day, but it was forbidden. He wanted to have his Kagome back, and his friends back. He Kagome, Miroku, and Sango used to be inseparable, but now Sango was to busy for Miroku, Miroku blamed Inu Yasha, and Inu Yasha blamed himself for everything. It was a wonderful cycle.

 

 

 

China Road Restaurant

 

Miroku rolled up in the same clothes he wore to visit Kagome, but now he had a messenger bag at his side, it was black like a military mail bag, and it had a jolly roger on the flap, his CD player was in there, and he had headphones on.

 

Limp Bizkit's `Break Stuff' blared from his headphones, as he hopped off his skate board, and popped it up, catching it before it had the chance to slam him in the knee cap.

 

He sighed, he was the head messenger and the general of the armies of Angels, yet he got around on a skate board. The Reason? He'd been killed at the age of three in a car accident, he'd been recessitated, and had continued his life, but it was that day he started his double life. He couldn't stand cars since then, sure he hitched a ride grabbing bumpers now and then, but he refused to get in one. He much preferred the safer skateboard. He smiled, to himself, with hope, as he heard Sango's Suzuki Hayabusa purr into the lot, as he walked through the doors, and into the restaurant.

 

She walked in a few moments later, like he remembered her, but she wore her black riding leathers, and her helmet was in her hand, as she walked with feminine grace towards him, as he sat there in the nicely decorated Chinese restaurant…

 

Sango observed Miroku before joining him, she could faintly hear the song from his head set, she set her jaw, she knew she'd be on thin ice all evening, the man was not in his jovial mood, he was out for blood. She dropping into the chair across from him.

 

Miroku had discretely checked her out, he loved her in her black chaps over her tight jeans. He clipped his head phones onto the neck of his hoodie, and turned off his player.

 

“You leave the chain saw at home this time?” She asked.

 

Miroku gave her a calculated glare. “He got off scott free.”

 

“I'm sorry, and I hate to be the bearer of the horrid news, but I talked to the wolf, and Inu actually tried to save her, he was lucky to escape with minor injuries…” Sango said.

 

“He's my partner now… What is the boss thinking…” Miroku practically growled.

 

Not much could shake the woman, but when Miroku was in one of his moods like this, she was damn near terrified of him… But at least when he was in one of these moods he didn't grope her.

 

“Oh, so he tried to save her, let's reward him, all is forgiven…” Miroku said softly, with false sweetness as the waitress set their food in front of them.

 

Sango winced, as the man broke his metal fork… “Miroku, some times no one is to blame… accidents are accidents… If you trace the blame back far enough it's your fault for introducing her to Inu Yasha, so please, drop it, and tell me why you needed this meeting.” Sango said.

 

Miroku's voice dropped in volume, and Sango inwardly winced. She'd accidentally provoked the already borderline enraged man…