InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs for the Heart and Soul ❯ He Ain't Worth Missin' ( Chapter 2 )

Hullo. I'm attaching this ficlet onto “A little less talk and a lot more action” because I'm going to try and write a few Mir/San songfics and I wanted them all to be together. Many thanks and lots of love to the following for reviewing the first songfic: DayDreamerz, Aamalie, and denegeratebeerwench! (Interesting name, Lol.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha. If I did then Kikyou would die, and stay dead. [Sorry Kikyou fans, I just can't stand her. I'm proud to be Pro-Inu/Kag!]

This is another Toby Keith song. I just love his songs.

 

He Ain't Worth Missing

 

 

It was the middle of the night. A young man stared at the picture on his nightstand. There he was with a beautiful girl, both grinning like mad. The picture had been taken in the girl's front yard four years ago, their junior year of high school. It seemed so long ago. They hadn't spoken for nearly two and a half years. Ever since she had started to date Shinya Tai. He had heard their relationship with anything but happy. They fought more often then not. Why was she still with that guy? He asked himself, That's not the Sango I know.

His phone rang. No one he knew would be calling him this late, he has warned everyone he knew not to. There was an exception, only one person who he had told could call him, day or night. Even if it was something as insignificant as a bad dream. No matter what hour. How ironic.

“Hello, this is Miroku.” He said uncertainly, hoping it was his beat friend.

“Long time no hear.” The voice on the other line was shaky at best, shaky and nervous. “Although I suppose that's my fault.”

“Sango, I've missed you, but…” Miroku said, “C'mon, do you really think I would believe that you would just call out of the blue for no reason other then to say hello? What's wrong?”

“That was harsh, but I guess I deserve it. I've been a lousy friend.” Her words were laced his guilt, and it hurt.

“I'm sorry. Please answer me, what's wrong?” He asked again.

“I don't want to talk over the phone, can I come over? I know it's a lot to ask-“

“Come on over, if you want I can put on some coffee and we can talk past dawn if need be.”

“Thank you…” His friend whispered.

 

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When Sango arrived he couldn't believe the mess she was in. Her hair was out of it's usually ponytail and looked uncombed, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red. She had been crying, very hard and very recently. Miroku spoke no words, as he lead Sango to a small sofa in the living room. She rested her head on his shoulders and hugged him as soon as both were sat down. Silent tears cascaded from her beautiful chocolate eyes. An hour flew past unnoticed as he held his best friend tight, letting her cry to her own heart's content.

She looked up to Miroku, with tears still brimming in her eyes. “How could he do this to me?” she asked softly.

Miroku hugged her tight, knowing she was ready to talk. “Do what? You can tell me.”

“He's cheating on me. I came home tonight from work to find him drunk and with some blonde hussy. That woman, if she can even be called that, had track marks up and down her arms as plain as day. A damned drug addict!” Sango's voice rang with venom, “It's no secret our relationship hasn't been the best, but I've always stayed by his side. I love him. And I thought he loved me too.”

Miroku watched as she detached herself from his embrace and wiped the tears from her eyes once more, only to have them replaced by new ones. It hurt to know she was still distancing herself from him. He reached out and touched her shoulder tentatively. She shied away slightly, but let his palm rest there. It seemed to both of them a long time before Sango reached her hand up and rested it upon Miroku's.

“Sing to me.” She whispered softly.

“What?” Miroku asked, a bit confused.

“Like you used to. I can't remember the last time, maybe before high school, you would sing to me when I was upset. I really liked that.” Sango let a small smile cross her face briefly at the thought of happier days.

“Okay, I'll sing.” He tapped his free hand on the arm of the sofa in thought, “Now what song? Wait…that's a good one.” He breathed deeply, closed his eyes and sang to his best friend.

 

 

“He's flying high tonight;
He's got a brand new lover.
Here you come a-runnin';
You're looking for some cover.
I know you're sad and lonely,
I know you're feeling blue.
You miss him so much,
Won't let me get to close to you.”

Sango's breath caught in her throat. It was a song she hadn't heard in years, one that was being sung from the heart. No, not just that. He wasn't singing for her…he was singing to her.

“Oh, he ain't worth missing,
Oh, we should be kissing.
Stop all this foolish wishing,
He ain't worth missing.
I know your head is turning,
I know your heart is burning.
Girl, you gotta listen
Don't you know he ain't worth missing.”

 

Somewhere along the line, Miroku's hand had fallen from her shoulder and now rested upon her lap. Tears welled up once again as Sango listened to his velvety voice reached her ears. She tried to will her tears away, to no avail. Her shoulders tightened as she sobbed.

“You know I'm here to save you,
But you ain't through crying yet.
Look at your pretty face,
All red and soaking wet.
I'm gonna try and make him
Just a memory.
Come on baby, let's get started
First thing you got to see.”

Miroku reached up once again and turned her face towards his own. Her brown eyes widened as he gently traced her silken lips; his fingers moving to softly caress her tearstained, rose colored cheeks.

“Oh, he ain't worth missing,
Oh, we should be kissing.
Stop all this foolish wishing,
He ain't worth missing.
I know your head is turning,
I know your heart is burning.
Girl, you gotta listen
Don't you know he ain't worth missing.”

Sango found herself pulled easily to her best friend's side. Miroku tucked her close to his body, rocking her lightly.

“If you need someone to hold you,
Someone to ease your pain.
Well, I'll be holding steady,
Girl when you get ready.
I'm gonna show you,
Love is a good thing.”

 

She let herself relax in his arms. His ballad was working its way to her heart. Sango rested her head upon his shoulder once more, their closeness comforting her. She didn't move. She listened with all her heart to his words as he finished his song.

“Oh, he ain't worth missing,
Oh, we should be kissing.
Stop all this foolish wishing,
He ain't worth missing.
I know your head is turning,
I know your heart is burning.
Girl, you gotta listen
Don't you know he ain't worth missing.

Oh, he ain't worth missing,
Oh, we should be kissing.
Stop all this foolish wishing,
He ain't worth missing.
I know your head is turning,
I know your heart is burning.
Girl, you gotta listen
Don't you know he ain't worth missing.”

 

 

When his last note ended he looked down at the woman in his arms. Her breathing was steady and calm. No more tears sprang forth from her beautiful eyes.

“I think…now I do know.” Sango whispered, startling the man holding her,

“Know what?”

“That he ain't worth missing.”

“What about us kissing?” He asked, only half-joking.

“One step at a time.”

“That is the next step.” Miroku leaned down and brushed his lips against her. “But it's my favorite.”