InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ She will be loved ❯ She will be loved ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-yasha or the gang, but oh, wait no, I don't own that either...Sorry people.. I own the plot for this story and I hope that you like it! ReAd AnD rEvIeW!

This is yet another shot at a lemony goodness one-shot. I can't tell you if there is a pairing, because it would ruin the whole story and it is a mixture between a songfic too, and it's my first songfic/one-shot... Hope you like it...I made a whole new twist to the Alternate Universe, and if I didn't oh well I hope you enjoy it.

I wanted to thank my friend Megan for giving me the name of my Orignal character! You were such a big help!!!

Summary: One-shot! Sure you could say she was loved, if you could call what Yutaka Reiki gave her love. Her world was crashing down and her closest friend wanted to give her the world. Can love blossom again between these two ex-lovers or will the thought of betraying their fiance/husband get in the way of the happiness that they used to share. Lemon!

* I don't own Inuyasha and I don't own the song "She will be loved" by Maroon five.*

If you are not old enough/mature enough to read this type of writting's please don't read this! I have officially warned you so I am not to blame if you're pissed off. NO FLAMES ALLOWED!

She will be loved

By Miztikal-Dragon

He smiled as he watched her from his black 2004 Toyota Matrix, she had scheduled a meeting between the two of them and he couldn't be happier. Miroku was no older than twenty-eight, and his sleek black hair resided lifelessly pulled in a low ponytail on the nape of his neck. His dark blue overshirt and his white wife beater blended in perfectly with the crowd, his faded blue jeans hanging from him comfortable being secured by a classy belt. His deep blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses as he stared at her, boy was it hard to breathe when he gazed upon her flawless beauty.

Sango, that's what her name was. She was a goregous and elegant woman beyond compare. With her now pale complextion, her dark brown hair that was always tied up into a neat and very high ponytail. Her warm and inviting deep chocolate eyes that could make the strongest man breathless. Yes, Miroku was madly in love with her, and had been since the lovely age of eighteen. They had met through some friends in college, they no longer spoke to each other, they had drifted apart over the years, dispite their promises not too. The young man cursed himself mentally, because he had let the one woman that he cared most for, slip through his fingers more than once; and boy had he paid the price...Sango was married and had been for five years.

Beauty queen of only eighteen

She had some trouble with herself

He was always there to help her,

She always belonged to someone else.

He had managed to stay as her best friend over the years, he had to know how she was doing. It was depressing sometimes, when he would see her radiant smile and know deep within his heart that he wasn't the one making her wonderful features glow with brightness. It was killing him slowly to see her happy with the man she claimed to love.... because it wasn't Miroku who she loved...

Yes, it is true that Miroku and Sango had dated in college, hell he was her fist and she his. They were inseperable, but something happened..they drifted apart somehow, and yet they were friends; nothing else...

I drove for miles and miles

And wound up at your door

I've had you so many times but

Somehow

I want more.

Every waking moment it was like a new day of an eternal struggle to cope with the hell that he had molded from the clay in his hands. Death seemed like the only exit sometimes, but he would never do that to Sango, he never wanted to be the reason that she cried, even if he had done if before...

No matter how much he denied it, he was still in love with her, and even if he had "moved on" with his life, he only had eyes for her. Every woman he dated resembled her, from her hair to the curve of her hips and her long sexy legs, he couldn't get enough of her... Miroku knew that sometimes he went passed the boundaries of their "platonic" relationship by spending countless hours watching her enormous house, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but never succeeding.. He could never get a break could he?

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

She will be loved

His cell phone went off with the tones of "Fur Elise" because it was her favorite song. He glanced down at the caller ID and sighed, Koharu was calling him again and he knew exactly what she was probably going to say. For Miroku had not been home in the last couple of hours and the woman he was engaged to liked to keep a short leash on him. Koharu saw the look in his eyes as he stared at Sango, and she knew that he still had feelings for the wife of a semi-wealthy man; but she wouldn't stand for any childish behavior, somehow she was beginning to smother him and honestly he wanted out.

Tossing his cellphone onto the passenger seat, Miroku swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and took a deep breath before exiting his vehicle. After all, he had an appointment with Sango and he was never late, nor would he ever be. Looking straight ahead, he strolled to the booth where she sat, trying to stay as calm as he possibly could. She had called him heart broken on the phone and crying; he wanted to help her through this, he wanted to make everything better because all he wanted was for her to be happy.

Standing next to her side, he glanced down at her and gave her a bright smile. She looked like a wreck; Her hair was down and gave off a dead shine, her eyes were puffy and red, while her face was paler than ice, something had happened, something that upset her deeply. Frowning in concern, Miroku slid into the seat across from Sango and took her soft and petite hands into his masculant ones and gave them a reassuring squeeze. And as her deep chocolate eyes settled in on his own blueish orbs, he could plainly see the confusion, the hurt, and the loneliness.

"What is going on Sango? Why have you been crying?" He asked in a soft and conforting voice, trying to soothe her aching heart.

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

I know I tend to get so insecure

It doesn't matter anymore.

"I don't think he loves me anymore Miroku.." She whispered in a sullen and hoarse voice, she was talking about her husband.

Sango hung her head as the crystal-clear tears cascaded down her tired face, she had not slept too well in the past couple of nights and people could tell by looking at her..Miroku could tell by the way she carried herself into the tiny restuarant. The twenty-six year old woman inhaled deeply as she tried to regain her composure, she wasn't the type of person to show any signs of weakness; and she couldn't bare to let herself be while around Miroku.

His hands were calloused, but had that alluring baby soft texture, they were warm and she wanted him to hold her in his strong arms, but sadly Sango knew better for she was not his to have, she was not free to reclaim what she had once lost; he had moved on and so had she. She had not noticed that one of his hands had left her own shaking ones until it gingerly touched her chin, lifting her broken eyes to meet his piercing and yet loving gaze. She had always wanted to get lost in the depths of his eyes and never be found, alas she had been.

"Tell me what happened between you and Yutaka." He demanded in a hushed and calming manner as if talking to a frightened child.

A waitress dressed in a small and revealing uniform came wandering over to their table. She smiled flirtaciously as she chewed her gum like a feeding cow, a small pad of paper in her hand and a sharp pencil sticking out of the messy bun styled dyed orange hair of hers. Miroku irritably glanced up at the young woman and offered her a polite smile. After ordering two cheese burgers an order of large fries and two strawberry milkshakes, he rolled his eyes and returned his gaze back onto the lovely beauty sitting right in front of him who had a burden on her shoulders that he himself wanted to releave her of..

"Please, tell me what is going on Sango.." He begged, his voice still barely that above a whisper. "It pains me to see you so distressed like this, I care for you, you are my best friends and I would never want anything bad to happen to you..Sango please explain why you have brought me here, so I can try my hardest to make it better.."

"I know that Miroku," She sighed heavily as he gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips seemingly dancing on her cold and wet flesh. "I just don't understand anymore.. Yutaka is always gone on business trips and he doesn't call like he used to.. I never know where he's at and his atittude has changed... He has changed.. I don't think he is the man that I once had fallen in love with all those years ago.."

With his thumb, Miroku wiped the crestfallen tears from her long eyelashes; he didn't want to hear what her husband the "noble" Yutaka Reiki could be doing, but in a way he so desperately wanted the hope of having her back in his arms. Bringing the petite hand clasped gently in his own, he placed a feathery kiss on her white knuckles, staring longinly into her sad sad eyes.

She was about to continue with her story hadn't the whorish waitress came back with a tray tighly steadied in her adolescent and clumsy hands. The food was placed on the booth table along with a folded napkin. Disgusted by the woman, Miroku reluctantly removed his hands from Sango's and grabbed the napkin, tearing it into little pieces as he tossed it to the floor; of course he knew it was the young woman's number, he wasn't called a playboy when he was younger for nothing, but he too had changed, and he changed somewhat for the better.

Sango seemed apalled by his behavior but he just sheepishly shrugged and took a small sip from his shake, his eyes never once leaving her precious face. Unfortunately for him, her eyes were drawn down to her food as she effortlessly moved her hands around the salty fries. Moving around the ketchup and mustard as though they were the paint and the lonely fry the used up brush. Silence clouded over them, but yet it was not akward, they both needed their time to regroup their thoughts and to dwell on the past, present, and the near furture.

"I wanted to have kids," She finally spoke, the hurt radiated off the tone she spoke in, "but it cannot be so..Yutaka is sure that he is not the problem, and that I am the one who cannot handle it...Yet I have been to the doctors, they have confirmed that I am not the problem, he doesn't know, so they are going to test him soon...Though I am glad that I have not gotten pregnat..not with his child..I wouldn't wish that upon my worst enemy..."

"You must not honestly think that do you Sango?" He asked curiously hiding the warmnig feeling in his heart.

"But I do, Miroku! Oh, but I honestly do!" She said heatively glaring at him with persecution, "I can't help myself but I can't help but feel as I do! Like he doesn't feel the same as he once did! I don't know if he's grown bored of me or if this is supposed to happen in a marriage, but I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to be the lonely house wife who doesn't get to hear the pitter-patter of little children's feet as they run across the tile floors! Locked up inside the luxurious mansion as she reads her pricey magazines with her pricey husband who cannot spare just a few words of how nice she looks, or any little unnoticable thing that a loving spouse would know!'

"I don't think he loves me Miroku, and in honest to god truth on my father's grave I swear he never has! The bastard has no appreciation for me and I feel as though I am being caged. He watches me like a hawk and he trusts none of my friends, he doesn't trust me Miroku, he doesn't even trust me! I can't live like this and I refuse to live in a love less marriage just so he can keep his loving image in the papers, in front of congress. In front off all this damn fucking bullshit in what we call a civilized society!"

By now Sango was talking loudly and the people around them had began to glare. Her dark eyes were ablaze with hatred as Miroku climbed from his seat, fished out a twenty and laid it on the table. Without saying a word he pulled Sango from her spot and drapped his arm comfortingly around her shoulders as he held her close to his body. Her muffled cries could be heard faintly as they walked out of the family fast food restaurant, he couldn't stand the pain and stress in her voice, such conviction and hatred poured form her very soul to the man she vowed to love in sickness and in health, but yet Yutaka Reiki was her sickness, he was her black plague..

Glancing about the scenery, Miroku slowly guided the sobbing woman clutching his shirt towards his car. He needed to get her away from her routine schedule even if he couldn't give her what he so desperately wanted to give, he could offer her a home away from home, a place to stay for the night when she had no other place to go, he offered her all that he could give that she could not return.

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

It's compromise that moves us along

My heart is full and my door's always

open

You can come anytime you want

Easing her into the passenger's seat, Miroku picked up the cellphone and glanced indifferently at it. Koharu had been calling and probably left a few dirty messages, but he didn't care, all that mattered at the moment was the well being of his dearest Sango. Buckling her into her seatbelt, he gently closed the door and jogged over to the driver's side and climbed in. He tried to smile, but he couldn't force himself to be chipper when he was miserable because she was unhappy.

Starting the car, he drove silently down the road, the dark ominous clouds began to form and soon enough the heavens opened up and the rain started to drizzle. He didn't know where he was headed to, but at the moment he was going on nothing but complete instincts. Glancing sideways at Sango, one of his hands occupied the steering wheel, while the other found its way onto Sango's thigh, rubbing her through the flimsy cotton skirt that surpassed her knees, she had become more feminine then he had ever imagined, she had lost touch with herself.

At first he hadn't know what he was doing, sometimes it seemed as though his hands had a mind of there own, but oddly enough only when he was around Sango. His conscious couldn't get enough of her sweet yet enticing fragrance of apple cinnamon. But when he felt her hand gently on top of his, he could feel his blood begin to boil; he hadn't felt so much alive since the last time they were together and truth be told, it frightened him. Her cold palm ran smoothly up the back of his own palm and to his elbow, but the tiny show of affection was causing much more than just a drunken smile, he was falling under yet another one of her fatal charms, he could never deny the beauty next to him anything.

"Miroku?" She asked lifiting her head to look in his direction.

"Yes Sango?" He replied moving his eyes from the misty road ahead of him to her angelic face.

"Could you not take me home.." Sango practically pleaded, and the Sango he knew and loved never begged for anything. "I just want to get away, but I know that your fiance is probaly angry with you since you haven't returned her calls..And I don't think that I could handle Yutaka right now on my own mental strength..I just need a place to lie down and rethink my life, all my decisions, I need to be away from all my problems even if only for one night.."

A smirk pursed his fine lips as he focused on the road right in front of them, he knew where it is that he wanted to go; he wanted to take her to the place that they had screamed their love for each other on the mountain tops, until their voices became scratched and hoarse. He didn't realize it at fist when he had started driving, but now he did, Miroku had no intentions of letting her go back to the place she once called home. Not even if she screamed until she was blue in the face, he just couldn't stand by and let her fall into the darkened bliss of a bittersweet hatred of man and his wife..He wouldn't let Sango be in the dark with out a flashlight, he would never leave her unprotected in a world that she once knew.

Miroku had been driving for what seemed like forever, the pine trees melting passed the car as it whizzed down the highway. His hand had yet to stray from it's perch on Sango's inner thigh, his long fingers gently massaging away the tense muscles that he had once again longed to feel, but without the closure of cloth. Sango's seat was now manuvered to where she was laying back, her eyes closed as she sucked in a hesitant breath; she hadn't felt this warmth between the appex of her thighs in what seemed like forever, but deep down inside she knew that he was the only one who could do this to her.

Reaching their destination, Miroku easily parked the car behind some bushes, hidding if expertly from a rubber necker's view and applied pressure on Sango's sensetive skin as he one-handedly unbuckled himself and leaned over the magnificiant woman in the passenger seat. He brushed his lips lightly against her ear lobe, fighting against his conscious whether or not to take the object of his desires into his eager mouth, exhaling slowly he could feel her shudder underneath him as he smiled.

"We're here my love," He whispered huskily as he moved back to stare into her dazed and starry eyes.

Quickly getting out of the driver's seat, Miroku walked over to Sango and opened the door, taking her hands into his as he pulled her from the vehicle. He smiled at her as Miroku hoisted the fragile twenty-six year old onto his shoulders and began to walk towards the cluster of trees making way to the entrance of the vast forest of tall trees that seemed to be reaching for the heavens above. Sango cried out as she pretended to struggle against his his hold. She didn't want to have a care in the world, not one responsiblility, not one mature thought for the rest of the night.. This was the one night where she would be appreciated by someone who she knew cared about her deeply, even if it seemed to be the inevitable.

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay awhile

And she will be loved

She will be loved

Upon entering the hidden cabin, Miroku laughed as he twirled in circles in the open living room. He could hear Sango's carefree laughter and it brought joy to his heart, for he hadn't heard her real laughter in a very long time. Gently placing her down on her feet, he wrapped his arms tightly around her in a friendly hug before he released her and made his way into the kitchen. They had been driving for what seemed like all day and he had the faintest clue that she may be hungry since they didn't really eat anything at the restaurant.

"I don't have much food in here, but if I know Inuyasha, there's a couple cases of ramen floating around in here somewhere.." He said as he looked in the small cabinets.

"It's okay Miroku." Sango replied going over to where he stood, "I'm not very hungry, but I wouldn't mind a little nap at the moment."

Miroku merely nodded as he put down the cooking utensils that he found and walked passed Sango. There was only one room in this small little cabin and he would need a pillow and blanket for the couch. He opened the door leading into the pitch black room and groped for the switch, turning on the light. There wasn't much in the room, for the owner liked things plain and simple. The walls were painted a creme color, with heavy dark curtains on the window; the room was given a comforting balance with the queen sized bed lying right in the middle of the room.

Without saying a word, he went over to the small closet and pulled out spare pillows and blankets for himself and Sango. She sat in a small chair by the corner watching him with curousity, Miroku was so caring to her when she needed him. Getting up to help him, she placed her hand gently on his shoulder. Miroku turned around his eyes staring down into hers with longing and before she knew what she was doing, Sango leaned up and brushed her lips against his in an innocent kiss.

His instincts took over as he snaked his arms around his beloved's waist brining her firmly pressed against his chest as he intensified the kiss with his need. His tongue swept gently across her lips as her mouth parted and he dove his tongue into her darken cavern, massaging her tongue as he pushed her down onto the bed. As they dueled for dominance, Sango eagerly pulled off his over shirt as he fumbled with the buttons of her dress blouse. Tonight there would be no married woman, no engaged man, but two torn apart lovers as they became one from the passion that they had once lost so long ago.

I know where you hide

Alone in your car

Know all the things that make you

who you are

I know that goodbye means nothing at

all

Comes back and begs me to catch her

every time she falls

Tossing her shirt to the floor, he broke the embrace as he placed hot open mouthed kisses down her neck. Her chest heaved up and down as she panted, some from their kiss and the rest from the flood of emotions that he was errupting from her body. She had only felt like this one other time before and she never wanted to go back to her real life, she wanted to be in his man's embrace forever even if it meant going against the bonds that bound her to Yutaka Reiki.

Unhooking her bra, Miroku discarded it to the floor as he immediately took the hard nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, tugging it gently with his teeth, sucking on it like a babe. He couldn't get enough of her as she moaned arching her chest into his mouth as her fingertips loosened his hair and pushed him roughly against her, she needed more of his touch. Tweaking the neglected nipple, he pinched the delicate bud bewteen his forefingers.

They both were in a blissfull heaven as He tortured her senselessly; his hot mouth seducing the married woman's body into submission, as he sealed his own fate. As his left hand gently kneaded Sango's breast, she moaned in ecstacy as his rough hand began to trail lightly down her throbbing body. The gooseflesh covering her body as he stopped at the hem of her skirt. His mouth loosened its hold on her now reddened breast and he traced wet open mouthed kisses up her neck, his tongue flicking over her earlobe causing her to whimper at his teasing touches.

His heavy breathing felt was like a wave of pleasure as he slowly pulled off her skirt, sliding it down her thighs as his ring and pinky fingers brushed lavishly down her lower half. After tossing it to the ground, Miroku reluctantly pulled away from this lust filled bliss as he stared into the clouded eyes of his past lover. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her, her aroma was tattoed onto his brain, and just by looking down at his erect penis would show how much he needed her, how much he wanted to show her that he still loved her.

"Sango," He panted sitting up, his legs straddling her waist, his hands firmly pressed on the mattress on both sides of her head, just an inch of two from her shoulders. "I can't do this, I mean you're married and I'm engaged...Fedelity...I..I don't want to make you do something you'll regret later..I still want to be your friend even if it kills me.."

She didn't know how to react to what he had just told her, she wanted this to happen, but yet agreed with Miroku's logic. Her eyes narrowed suspicously as she thought about her husband, and about Miorku's fiance. It was all like one big jiggsaw puzzle, and one day all the pieces would fall together and hopefully in their right places. Lifting her head, she caught his lips in a demanding kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she forced him to yeild to her, and instantly diving her tongue into his mouth. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as the other steadied him as he fought back with an equal amount of lust as she dumped onto him.

Moving her mouth away from his, she rested her head in the appex of his neck and softly kissed his racing pulse, her ear laying on his shoulder hearing the faint but racing beating of his heart. Her arms rested between their bodies as she relaxed into his hold, the warmth he was giving off left her craving for more.

"You can't regret something that makes you feel alive." She replied closing her eyes momentarily, "I don't want to be alone anymore Miroku, I want to be with someone who loves me, someone who will never leave me... I want my friend, I want you to hold me in your arms forever...I don't want to loose you again like I did before..I don't want you to leave me..."

Her shaking hands moved down his slightly muscular chest, his muscles constricting at her feathery touch until they rested on his belt. Undoing it, she slowly pulled the leather object from his belt loops and dropping it to the ground; his leather jeans did not disguise what was screaming to get out just behind the seams. He hissed as her slender fingers brushed against his engorged penis, it sent a wave of warmth throughout his body and he needed more than just her simple touch.

"I could never leave you," He groaned bitting his lower lip trying to hold back the urge to rock his pelvis into hers. "I would rather die a painful and horrible death than ever live to see your beautiful face become that of sadness and tears..I only want you to be happy Sango my love, because that is all I know.."

Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, he planned to show her how he felt, he wanted to make sure that it was forever etched in her mind how he truly felt about her, and how he always would. He quickly undid his button and climbed off Sango as he pulled down his pants and tossing them to the floor followed by his black cotton boxers. Staring down at her inviting body, only clothing left was the pair of cotton panties covering her precious jewel hidden by its confinments.

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful.

Lowering himself onto her body, Miroku traced small patterns on her shoulder as he nipped at her lower lip, tugging at it as his blueish orbs searched her for any sign to stop. Not finding any, he hooked his fingers underneath the hem of her panties and quickly pulled them from her body and tossing it over his back before he was met half way by Sango's eager mouth, pushing his back flat onto the mattress.

Usually there would have been some form of foreplay, but there was no time for that, she wanted him now, and she wanted him plunged into her body, within her waiting womb, ruthlessly pounding inside her. Tracing kisses down his neck, nipping at the soft flesh as she ran her fingers over his body, gingerly running down and cupping his erect penis in her fingers, wrapping around it as she gently pushed her palm towards him.

Stroking his manhood, Sango grew impatient with her ministrations, though it pleasured her to no end to hear his pleading moans, begging her to allow him to be released. Putting her hands flat on his shoulders, she stared into his eyes as she leaned over and places a chaste kiss on his lips. His hands held loosely on her hips, and she lifted herself up as her body hovered over his, contemplating on what to do next. Plunging herself onto his penis, they both moaned as the warmth consumed their bodies.

At first their pace was slow and steady, but as their needs for the other's caress grew so did the friction between their bodies. Miroku eagerly sat up as he wrapped is arms around Sango's waist, his head burrying deep inside her chest as he kissed them, nipped at them, leaving little red bruises with his teeth as she rougly moved up and down on his lap. The motion their bodies made as the sweat slowly began to form on her brows was intoxicating and she didn't know how much longer she could last until she came.

Gripping his biceps as she neared her first climax, Sango didn't notice that Miroku had taken the upperhand and flipped their positions as he pumped in and out of her easlier. Slipping over the edge, Sango's muscles clamped down over Miroku's still hardened member as he strained harder to push himself to completion. Their raspy breaths could be heard as she loudly moaned in pleasure before his mouth covered hers and skillfully went to work as his tongue scraped against her canines, tasting the beauty underneath him. Soon he began to become restless as he started thrusting his shaft deeply into her womb, further than he or her husband had ever gone before. The bed that they were using was rocking along with the force that he applied as he surged forwards, his mouth mindlessly ravishing her body as he struggled to make her climax again, but this time with him.

Sango's long dark brown hair clung to their bodies as they both held on tightly to each other as they climaxed together, screaming out the other's name in pure ecstacy, riding out the waves of pleasure. Collapsing on top of her, Miroku lovingly kissed Sango's temple as he wrapped his arms protectively around his lover, eventually both of them falling into the exhausting deep sleep that they so badly needed.

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Look for the girl with the broken smile

Ask her if she wants to stay a while

And she will be loved,

And she will be loved.

And she will be loved,

And she will be loved.

<i> (Three months later)</i>

She lay there underneath her husband as he took the pleasure he claimed he deserved. His agile body slick with sweat as he furrowed his brows, his wife was not responding to his touches like she used to; she seemed to be uninterested in what he had to offer. Angrily pulling out of her, Yutaka growled angrily as he climbed out of the huge canopy bed and tossed on his robe. If she wouldn't submit, then he had no use for her anymore. Watching him closely as he stormed from the room, Sango sighed heavily as she too climbed out of the bed and headed to her personal bathroom, cleaning herself up, trying to rid herself of the unappealing touch of her "kind" husband. Maybe it wasn't right for her to treat him like this, but since that one night that she had spent in Miroku's arms, she felt dead to the world; it was as if a part of her soul left her body when she found out that he had left, Fled off to Kyoto, away from his murderous fiance, away from her...

Going back to the bedroom and standing infront of her dresser drawers, Sango stared at the mirror that loomed over her head, she looked like a wreck. Grabbing some clothes, she tossed them on and brushed her hair with her fingers. She wore a pair of deep blue navy sweats, one of her white bras and a large white wifebeater that loosely hung from her shoulders; it used to be one of Miroku's. Putting her hair up into a high ponytail, she slowly made her way out of the room and down the silent halls, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders as her bare feet touched the cold tile. Glancing at the grandfather clock as she walked to the front door and exited the "comforts" of her home and down the grassy pathway to the mail box. She was expecting some important documents and she needed to find out before it could become noticeable.

Taking the few envelopes from the metal box, she rummaged through them, finding one in particular that would give Sango her answers. Tearing it open carefully, she pulled out the piece of paper and unfolded it. As her eyes surveyed the paper, her blood ran cold and she felt as though she couldn't breathe. She had been right all along, there was a problem, her husband, the well respected Yutaka Reiki was in fact unable to produce children, he was barren. Her mouth hung open as she quickly picked up the fallen mail from the ground and rushed back inside, she had to get rid of the evidence before he could find it, and then she needed to get out.

Running back inside, she passed her husband and fled to the library, she had found the divorce papers long ago and chose to ignore it, she had even seen the short black haired woman that he was sleeping with; and now it was her turn to get what was hers. Skidding to a stop and almost colliding with a marble statue, Sango rushed over to Yutaka's huge oak desk and began tossing papers and important documents about, searching for a particular packet. Finding it, she threw open the drawers and grabbed a pen, frantically signing her name as she cautiously glanced about. When she finished, Sango took off back to her room and locked the door, and grabbing her cellphone from her nightstand.

She may have been a little more than two months along in her pregnacy, but as long as her husband didn't find out that he couldn't have kids, she could still get out unharmed. As her trembling fingers searched throughout her address, book she mummbled incoheriently to herself as she pleaded with the heavens above for a miracle. Placing the electronic contraption to her ear, she sucked in a breath as she impatiently listned to the long rings of Miroku's own cellphone. She knew that he was in town again, and she need to meet him, she needed to see him again. The phone rang for what seemed like forever before the answering machine picked up and she could hear his voice as he spoke like a machine himself.

"You have reached Miroku Houshi. I am not able to get the phone at this moment but if you leave your name and number, I will get back to you as soon as possible." Then there was a loud beep followed by silence.

"Hey, it's me Sango... I guess you don't have your cell with you, but I just wanted to tell you a few things." She said hesitantly as she began pulling out suitcases out from under the canopy bed and pacing back and forth putting clothes and what not gathering what she thought she would need. "I don't know what to do, but if you get this message before eight tonight, I would like to meet you at Rachelle's at around six thirty or so...I have something I want to tell you in person...Okay bye.."

Hanging up her phone she zipped up her backpack and shoved them back underneath the bed as she tossed on a pair of sandals and heading back out. Grabbing her purse and her car keys, Sango jogged to her dark red 2000' Honda Accord. Climbing into the driver's seat, she started the engine and backed out of the driveway as quick as possible. The trees passed by, she let her thoughts wander; she was pregnat and it wasn't by her husband, it was Miroku's and now she was more confused than anything. Stopping at a red light, she angrily hit her steering wheel repeatedly as tears began to flow from her eyes.

~~O~~

Opening his eyes, Miroku yawned as he rolled over on the couch he had slept on and stretched out. There was movements around him and when he looked up he saw the bright face of Kagome smiling down at him. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his matted hair as he glanced down at his cellphone, he had missed a call.

"Inuyasha won't be back until later, but he looks forward in seeing you again." Kagome said sitting down next to him on the couch.

Picking up his phone, he called the inbox and listened carefully to the message, his eyes widening in surprise as the soft hypnotic voice of Sango fluttered to his ear. When the message ended, he looked around as he quickly grabbed his tennis shoes and put them on. Looking at the girl next to him, he frantically searched for a clock.

"What time is it Kagome?" He aked dropping his phone into his front pocket.

"It's about six thirty why?" She replied looking up at him curiously.

"Fuck!" He growled as he jumped to his feet and dashed towards the door, "I've got to go! Tell Inuyasha that we will have to hang out sometime...You have my number, don't forget about me!" And then he was out the door.

~~O~~

Sitting patiently in the booth, she twisted a napkin in her hands as she stared at the medium diet coke placed in front of her. She checked her watch again as she returned her eyes onto the entrance to Rachelle's; hoping that he would show. It was already seven thirty and he had not come, worry and fading hope played on her face as she bit back the tears; for Miroku was never a man to be late, but yet he wasn't here yet.

Playing all the different possible reasons why Miroku wasn't there, but she prayed that he just hadn't recieved her message yet of that he was on his way. Taking a sip from the glass, she closed her eyes and sighed heavily. The napkin she once held was shredded with the many others she had tried releaving some of the stress and uneasiness that was brewing deep in her stomach. Waiting a few minutes longer, Sango slid out of her seat as she went to the restroom and gazed at her reflection. Turning on the faucet and cupping her hands underneath the flowing cold water, she carefully splashed some on her face then reached for the paper towels to dry herself off.

Walking back out to her spot she saw a tall figure brush past her and go out of the restaurant. She rubbed her cold arms and sat back down in her seat and continued to wait. Soon a waitesss came to the table and handed Sango a bill, paying for it she checked her watch. It was eight o'clock on a Thursday night and he had not shown up. No longer able to hide back her tears, she rose from her seat, picked up her purse and headed out of the place herself. Brushing away her tears, Sango ingored everyone around her as she headed to her car; even though he wasn't there didn't mean that she wasn't going to follow through with her plans, it's just now she would be alone in her travels.

Pulling out her car keys, she fumbled with unlocking the door, trying to hold onto her purse and trying to keep her shaking hands still. Dropping her purse, the contents spilled out and rolled about. Cursing loudly, but under her breath, Sango got onto her knees and began picking up all of her materials.

[In the background]

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye.

Yeah

[Softly]

I don't mind spending everyday

Out on your corner in the pouring rain.

Try so hard to say goodbye...

Reaching for the lip balm, her hand came in contact with that of a tanned and masculant hand. A gasp escaped her throat as his velvety voice drifted to her ears, as her eyes traveled up to meet sparkling orbs that of a deep blue her heart was caught in her throat. Standing up she could feel his hand gingerly touch her cheek as he wiped away her fallen tears; he had come after all.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Sango." He whispered drawing her into a warm and strong embrace, "I didn't get your message until a little while ago and I didn't have a car...I'm so sorry that I made you cry..I didn't mean to..Please forgive me.."

Trying to find the words to say she swallowed the lump in her forehead as she laid her head down on his chest inhaling his herbal plant like scent. Eventually findind the courage to speak, Sango pulled out of his arms and sniffled.

"I'm pregnat." She whispered hoarsely as she searched his eyes for any sign of emotion besides concern. "I...wanted to tell you that Yutaka...He...I got a letter in the mail...He can't have children Miroku, he's..."

She was cut off as Miroku captured her lips in a passionate kiss, her arms immediately cirlcing around his neck as his wrapped gently around her waist. Her lips parted as his tongue pleaded for entrance, then massaging her inner mouth with such care and love. They stood there like that, they tongues fighting for dominance for what seemed like an eternity before they broke apart to breathe. Placing his head in the juncture of her neck he smiled before pulling away and kissing the tip of her nose.

"I love you soo much Sango.." He whispered tightening his grasp on her just slightly, "I don't ever want to leave you, I don't want you to leave me.."

She sighed as she carefully chose her next words, "Yutaka hid divorce forms in the library, completely filled out save for my signatures. And when I found out, I rushed to them and signed them, then packed my things and called you. All I have to do is file the papers with the courts and I'm free...I don't want anything from him and I doubt that he will want to bring his lawyers into the matter...Miroku I love you too, and I want to be with you always.."

Taking her into his arms once more, he hugged her close. Those were the words that he had been longing to hear for a very long time and now that they were said his mind drew up blanks, he didn't know what he was supposed to do, but he knew that what ever he did, Sango would forever be by his side. This time there would be no distrust in her eyes, because as far as he could tell she would be loved.

<b>The End</b>

So what did you think? I really love that song and when I thought of it, this idea popped into my head.. It maybe a little cliche, but it works right? Well yep, tell me what you think of this, so please ReViEw!

And until next time, Krystal.