InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love? ❯ At His Apartment ( Chapter 6 )

Love?

 

-Skweek

 

Disclaimer: If I actually owned Inuyasha, do you seriously think I would be wasting my time here??

 

Guide:

Thought

"Speech"

Inner-youkai

 

Ch. 6: At His Apartment

 

Miroku looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Are you sure you're going to be ok? I don't know if I could live with myself if you got hurt because of me.”

 

Sango gave him a vicious look. “If you'd just take me home, then yeah, I'd be fine!”

 

“I need to make sure you're healed first. And that you won't do something to make it worse,” Miroku said, his voice completely serious, proving he wasn't just taking advantage of her. She just looked out the window, chin in her hand. Slowly, her eye began to shut. She tried talking more to keep herself awake, but healing her ankle was draining her energy quickly. What would Houshi-sama do to me if I fell asleep right here?

 

A couple minutes later, Miroku looked over at the girl in the passenger seat, only to see her chest rising and falling steadily with sleep. That's why she was so quiet. She must be really tired to fall asleep right here. He smiled a bit when he realized this also showed she was growing more comfortable around him.

 

The two stayed there, just like that, as Miroku pulled into a parking space in front of his apartment building. He turned off the car, got out as quietly as he could, and opened her door. He crouched there by her for a while, waiting for an idea on how to get her inside without waking the sleeping angel. Nothing. He just shrugged and picked her up again.

 

After carrying her all the way out of the park earlier, getting her inside was quite a feat, made all the harder by stairs and a locked door. If only Inuyasha were here! That hanyou-strength would be really helpful!

 

Eventually, though, he made it inside. Damn, it's dark in here. Balancing on one foot with Sango still in his arms, he turned the light on with his other foot. If only he hadn't....

 

I'm SO going to kill Inuyasha!

 

There were clothes everywhere, dishes covering the table and counters. Posters where peeling off the walls, and trash covered almost everything else. Damn, my arms are getting tired! Where can I set her, though? He walked through all his rooms, and only found one clean spot big enough for Sango. His bed. She's not going to like this, but hopefully I can clean the living room and put her on the couch before she wakes up in my bed, or she'll most likely hurt me.

 

He set to work, and half an hour, four trash bags, some tape for his posters, and a dust rag later, his apartment was looking alright. Now to move Sleeping Beauty.

 

Sango's Dream...

 

Just run. Just...run.... Her lungs burned like fire, her ankle felt badly sprained. She kept running.

 

“Where are you going, Sango?” a voice called from the darkness, making her run faster.

 

How much longer can I last? She kept running.

 

“Sango, why do you run away? Don't you want to save Kohaku?” the voice whispered.

 

“NO! I know he's not here! He couldn't be!” She kept running.

 

Then, Kohaku appeared ahead of her.

 

“KOHAKU!”

 

He didn't move, but somehow slid slowly into the darkness, becoming farther and farther away from her.

 

Sango tripped and wiped out, waking herself from her nightmares.

 

What the--? Why the hell am I moving? Wait...I know this chest...these arms.... “Miroku?” she asked quietly.

 

“I see you're awake.”

 

“Where am I? What happened?” she asked, beginning to freak out.

 

He laid her down on the now clean couch. “Calm down. You're in my apartment. You passed out in the car on the way from the gardens after our game of tag went wrong. All I know is that I found you wiped out on the ground with a severely sprained ankle. It's up to you to remember the rest.”

 

She looked at him, shocked. “You mean to say, I sprained my ankle, you carried me to your car, drove me to your apartment, and let me sleep in your bed? And you didn't do anything to me this entire thing?” He shook his head. “You didn't grope me?” He shook his head again. “Wow. I don't think I'm awake yet.”

 

“Nope,” he said, pinching her arm a bit. “I'm sure you're awake.”

 

“Well then, how long have I been out?”

 

“A couple hours,” Miroku replied, looking at a clock on the wall.

 

“And you seriously haven't done anything to me?

 

“I promise, the only time I touched you was when I was carrying you.” Now that she says it, I don't know why I haven't tried anything. Was it because she was asleep and hurt, so it just didn't feel right? Maybe. Was it because I was busy trying to make sure she was ok? Yeah, let's go with that.

 

Sango waved a hand in the young monk's face. “Miroku? Are you sure I was the only one that got hurt? You're acting a little spacey lately. You're normally very collected. Are you ok?” He looked into her eyes and saw some genuine worry there, hidden under her mask.

 

“I'm ok, I guess. I think I'm just getting hungry. Want to go get something?”

 

“Sure!” Maybe now he'll let me walk to work out the stiffness. Does he realize—he interrupted her thoughts.

 

“Why don't we just order something? You shouldn't walk around too much with that ankle.” That was close. I almost let her hurt herself even more! I bet she planned that....

 

Damn, Sango thought. So close. “I guess that sounds good. Do you know any good takeout places?”

 

“Just one. Inuyasha and I used to order there all the time. I think you'll like it.”

 

--Half an hour later—

 

Sango leaned back. “That was delicious! I hope I didn't cost you too much. I was really hungry.”

 

Miroku rested with her, his arm around her shoulders. “Not at all! If you think you eat a lot, you have no idea how much Inuyasha and Sesshomaru eat!” Shit! I was trying to avoid talking about them today!

 

“Oh, that reminds me! You're still going to talk to them for Kagome, right?”

 

“Just like I promised! After all that you've been through, I don't know of another way to repay you!” They both yawned wide. “You tired?”

 

“A bit. You?” Sango was a bit cautious.

 

“Hell yeah. I'm sorry, but carrying you so much was hard work.” She glared at him. “It's not that you're heavy, but carrying you out of the park, to my car, into my apartment, and to the couch was a lot of work.” Her expression softened.

 

“I understand.” She paused, thinking over how to tell Miroku what was running through her head. She was never much good with words. “Miroku....” she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

 

He looked down at her, wondering what she was trying to say.

 

“Thankyou, itmeantalot!” She was speaking so fast, Miroku only caught `you', and `a lot.' Is she trying to thank me?

 

He leaned in closer to her. “What? You were talking too fast. I didn't understand you.”

 

A deep blush crept up the slayer's neck, staining her cheeks a dark red. “Thank you,” she began, speaking slowly. “What you did really meant a lot to me. Not many guys would do that kind of thing for their girlfriend. At least, not ma—“ He leaned down and kissed her.

 

They both smiled, Miroku looking genuinely happy. “I understand. You're thankful, and so am I. We're both happy, so let's just stay that way, ok?”

 

A slight frown marred Sango's features. “Why are you thankful? I wasted most of your day with me.”

 

He kissed her again. “I'm thankful that you're still talking to me after I made the stupid deal. I'm really sorry about that, by the way. I don't know what came over me, I just wanted to spend time with you and I don't think that I went about getting that time very well. Will you forgive me?”

 

Sango hugged him, almost crying at the fact that he poured so much of himself out to her. “How could I not? Miroku, why didn't you just tell me you wanted us to spend time together? That would have been much easier, and I would have said 'yes' without hesitation. Why go about it this way?"

 

Miroku kissed her again before answering. "Love can make a man do weird things."

 

Sango smirked evilly. "That is such an old line," she sighed.

 

Miroku looked hurt for a moment, then smiled when he realized she was messing with him. "I love you too."