InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ Sango's Heartbreak ( Chapter 45 )

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InuYasha found everyone lounging silently in the main hall, Jaken serving everyone a breakfast of hot tea and rice cakes. Hizumeha and Kuza were leaned up against the dias platform, his elbow resting on it and proping him up slightly. The other wives were huddled together in a cluster in one corner, one laying on her stomach as she nibbled her rice cake while the other two sat Indian style with their kimonos piled up around their crotch to show off their long and lean pretty legs. They were not wearing tabi socks, but showed their ankles like indecent little sluts. All of them smiled at him politely.

 

Miroku sat across the room on his knees and shins with a large bowl of tea in both his hands, blowing on the steam to cool it. Rin and Shippo were in another corner together, both laying on their stomachs next to each other snuggly, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and giggling about something or other.

 

He took a place next to the monk and grabbed a rice cake off a lacquered tray offered to him by Jaken. “Hizumeha, we need to get ready to leave soon. Sesshoumaru has ordered us to go hunting with him today.” He turned to the man next to him who continued to blow on his tea. “Sorry man, but you're not invited. You get to stay here and guard all the women.”

 

“Oh well,” he said, snapping a finger and looking over to Kuza and the girls, who only ignored him like nothing had ever happened. Miroku then looked over to Hizumeha who only raised an eyebrow. “I guess I get to romance Sango today.” A smirk cracked over his lips.

 

The horse's nostril flared and the monk chose to ignore it flirtatiously, choosing then to sip from his bowl instead.

 

“Where are they anyway?” the hanyou asked rather impatiently. “They should be up by now.”

 

“I don't know. Sango locked her door on me last night and I haven't seen her since.” Miroku told a half truth. Better a half truth than a whole lie.

 

“Yeah. When Kagome and I went to the women's wing, we saw your staff there and the door was locked,” the hanyou said before taking a bite from the cake.

 

“So where did Kagome sleep?” the monk asked with a curious look to the side at his friend.

 

“In your bed.” InuYasha stated with a dry tone. “I slept in mine.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Where did you sleep?” he asked the monk, looking at him intently.

 

“He slept part of the night in front of the door,” Shippo said from across the room. “Rin and I found him curled up in a ball on the floor.” That explained to InuYasha well enough where Miroku had been. Now on to the other strangely empty bed in the men's wing.

 

“If the women's wing was locked, where did you sleep Rin?” InuYasha asked the little girl who was awfully close to Shippo.

 

“In mommy's bed.”

 

“And where did you sleep last night, Shippo?”

 

“In mommie's bed with me,” the little girl answered for the kitsune. Everyone looked shocked at her, but she just ignored them all and went about her merry way, eating a rice cake and turning back to her kitsune like it was no big deal. Miroku and InuYasha both smacked their own foreheads in unison as if to say “Oh my Gods! We're in trouble now!”

 

“Come on Shippo,” the little girl said after hearing their palms smack their faces. “Let's go talk to mommy about getting married.” She jumped up and grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out, the little kitsune waving to the others with a big smile.

 

The two adventurers looked at each other, then back to the kitsune and then back to each other. This was going to be a very, very bad scene.

 

Kagome and Sango dragged in after a few moments, the first girl dragging the second girl by her wrist begrudgingly and missing the two children entirely. Kagome sat down next to InuYasha and gave him a kiss on the cheek to say “good morning” and the other girl sat on the other side of her, farthest away from Miroku. As she passed by he noticed the swollen and puffy bags under her eyes, her unkempt hair and shabby kimono. It was the one she had eaten dinner in last night and apparently slept in. Her feet were missing one sock and he marveled at her toes. He had never seen them before and they were very cute. Cute enough to kiss and suck on.

 

“Good morning, Kagome-chan,” InuYasha said, putting his arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer to him. He planted a firm kiss on the part in her hair and when she lifted her eyes to him, he kissed her sweetly on the lips. She smiled after that and took a bite from his rice cake when he offered it to her.

 

“Good morning,” she said. “Have you told all of them yet?”

 

“Told us what?” Miroku asked, taking another sip from his cup. He had noticed the whole display and their new found comfort with each other. “In your bed, my butt.” he said to himself in his own mind.

 

“Kagome and I are going to get betrothed. I'm taking the position here Akanesuji and Sesshoumaru offered.”

 

“Well congratulations,” Miroku said. “This is a cause for celebration.”

 

“Not just yet,” the dog demon chided. “We have to get her mother's permission first. But I am going to stay on here. Build my assets, take care of the place when they are gone.”

 

“Sounds good.”

 

“You should stay on too. You and Sango both.” InuYasha offered, looking to his friend and watching him stare into his bowl some more. “The apartments here are very nice. Much better than Kaede's village.”

 

“I'm sure they are,” the monk replied, “but I got a heck of a counter-offer this morning.”

 

Sango looked at him then, her eyes red and obviously worn down from crying. Miroku hoped that what he had to say would change that. “I have been offered a position under Hizumeha doing more than just tending a temple. He wants Sango and I to help train all of their warriors. We could marry and have a very exciting life raising lots of children. Not only would we have our own, but there are lots of orphaned children at the school. That is, if she would have me as I am.”

 

Her hand went over her mouth. She was speechless. Her other hand started shaking. Everyone was looking at her, waiting for her reply. She couldn't handle it. She bolted, running like a scared rabbit back towards her room. There were too many complications. Too many things to consider to be put on the spot like that. It was not the reaction Miroku was hoping for. He was wanting her to jump up and hop into his lap, wrap her arms around him and kiss him over and over again with “yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

 

Miroku wouldn't let her run off this time, dumping the bowl when he tried to set it down, he ran fast after her. He caught up with her in a hallway, snatching her elbow and spinning her around.

 

“What is it, Sango? Why do you run from me if you love me so?” He pressed her up against a wall, holding both arms pinned so she could not slap him.

 

“Do you remember...a long time ago..you asked me if I would bear your children and I told you yes?” she spat out between sobs.

 

The monk nodded.

 

“And then I asked if you would give up flirting with all the other women?”

 

“Yeah.” His tone was just a tad bit off. He remembered it all too well. She had expectations out of him that he could never meet.

 

“I meant it Miroku. I don't want to be just some sex object to you or the belly that bears all your children. Don't you love me for me? I want to be your only love, but you're not like that. Are you?”

 

“No.” Miroku brought his face closer to hers and locked his eyes with hers. “I love you Sango. I love your heart. I love your mind. I know I would love your body. I love everything about you. But I love how beautiful others are too. I want to touch them Sango. I want to touch what I see. Just like I want to touch you...” He pushed the rest of himself in closer to her, kissing the straining muscle of her neck as she started to struggle. “Don't you want me to touch you?”

 

“No.”

 

“You are such a liar. You always lie.” He kissed her again and again, going from collar bone to ear along the bulging muscle in her neck, taking in how she turned her jaw away just enough to allow it.

 

“I'm not a liar. I don't want you as you are. I want you to be faithful to me.”

 

“You even lie to yourself. You wouldn't have fallen in love with me if I were any other way.” He started suckling her ear, pushing his crotch into her soft stomach and grinding. “You could have a million faithful lackeys at your feet, but you want me. The one who always threatens to run away,” he whispered deep into her ear with throaty breaths.

 

“No,” she cried, tears running down her face. She was so confused. His rough lips excited her, made a welling passion burn in her chest. If he would only claim his undying love for her and only her, she would let him take her here in this hallway for the world to see and hear.

 

He rubbed his cheek against hers and took in the smell of her hair. “You like the chase. You like the hunt.”

 

“No.”

 

“Yes Sango.” He continued to grind up against her, pulling her arms up high over her head and grasping both wrists in one hand so that he could grab her jaw and pull her into a kiss. “I'm just another challenge to you.” He forced a kiss on her then, holding her face so that it could not move left or right. She struggled against him though her body told her to give in. “Once you have me at home, your good little husband, you will grow bored with me.”

 

“No. I could never grow bored with you. I love you.”

 

He let go of her then and she dropped to the floor in a heap. “I won't live a lie Sango. You either accept all of me as I am, or go find another man to constantly smack into submission.”

 

The monk turned to walk away from her and saw Sesshoumaru standing at the end of the hallway waiting for their argument to end so that he could pass. He would not be daunted by the sight of him though. He had nothing to be a shamed of. Walking away from her and towards the daiyoukai, they exchanged quiet nods as they passed each other.

 

She waited for the monk to completely leave the hallway before pulling her knees up to herself and burying her head between them. She was wracked with low sobs and Sesshoumaru stood before her.

 

“May I advise?” he asked gently, his deep baritone comforting and melodious.

 

The girl nodded in reply.

 

Slowly he knelt before her and lifted her face so that she would look him in the eye. “Respect him because he has been truthful with you. Many men are not. He has given you time to decide. Take advantage of it. Leave him for a time and see if the love between you is still there when you see him next. He may just find his lovers do not care for him like you do.”

 

“His lovers?”

 

“He reeks of horse.”

 

Sango put her hands over her eyes and the deep crying started in earnest. She would have wailed except that she did not want to draw the attention of the whole place to her. Without thought she put her arms around Sesshoumaru and cried into his chest. He had been good to her the last time she had seen him, telling her that he would be there for her if she needed anything, and now she needed his shoulder. “Hizumeha offered him a position. No wonder he wanted to take it,” she said as soon as she was able to stop crying as much.

 

“You are welcome here. My wife will be needing the company of women around her soon and Kagome and InuYasha will be here.”

 

“Thank you.” She wiped her face and tried to put on a stiff upper lip, but wasn't succeeding very well.

 

Sesshoumaru stood up and brought her up with him to stand. “Now dry your face and get your things. Lord InuYasha and I are going to hunt Naraku and I think you should come along. The fresh air will be good for you.”

 

“I will Sesshoumaru-sama. Maybe we can find my brother.” The great lord turned to walk down the hallway. He still had business to attend to concerning his daughter.

 

“My Lord?” Sango asked when he was half way down the hall. Sesshoumaru stopped and turned to look at her, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Thank you,” she said. “You have been most kind to me.”

 

“Tell no one.”

 

“Yes my Lord.” Sango turned away and walked down the hall towards the women's quarters. She would pick herself up and take his advise. She needed time to think and there was no way to think clearly here with him.