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Silver Lining	By : KagomeKat15 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 2400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

The hallway seemed a bit dark, and Sango tripped on her way to the handsome stranger�s apartment, falling for the second time that day alone, flat on her face. As she lifted her head, she could see the faint outline of his legs as he put down her things and quickly ran over to her.
�Are you alright?� he asked worriedly.
Getting up on to her hands and knees, Sango replied as he knelt, putting an arm around her waist, �Yeah�I-I think so��
�Let me help you up.� He stated. She complied, but as she got halfway there, she felt something swiftly latch on to her backside.
Even in her tired state, she still had enough energy to defend herself�
�PERVERT!!� She slapped him, hearing a resounding smack as she ground at angrily, tucking her legs up under her as she sat up. �No thanks, I can get up by myself.�
Miroku was stunned, he�d gotten many a no from groping a woman�s behind, but none had ever actually hit him before. Looking back at her as she tried to pick herself up, he watched as she took a hold of the wall, a small sound of pain being brought forth from between her lips before sitting back down, holding her right ankle tightly.
He went around in the near dark, searching for the emergency light switch. He�d been so used to the hallway being like this that he hadn�t considered that it would bother the girl.
Finding it, he flipped it on, a few lights flickering above them as he moved her things to one side of the hallway.
Walking over to her, Miroku kept a good distance before kneeling near her again. �Do you need any help? �You didn�t hurt yourself, did you?�
Even though his voice seemed caring enough, Sango now couldn�t fully trust the stranger. �I can�t seem to stand on my own�� She added through clenched teeth, �though I don�t think I need any of your help.�
�Look, I�m sorry�� She looked up at him, his eyes were saddened, and his loose hair surrounded his slightly sorrowful expression. �It�s just that you have a very nice figure�I couldn�t stop myself.�
�Are you kidding me?� Sango chuckled, putting a hand over her mouth to cover her snort. �You groped my ass, and that�s the best excuse you can come up with?�
He smiled back, running a hand through his hair. �Hey, it�s the truth�though I can admit that I went a little too far��
�Too far.� She agreed with a smirk. They looked at each other for a long moment, unknown to them how long, smiling at each other. Sango was the first to notice, turning her head away with a deep blush across her face. �Um��
He picked her up, bridal style, while she was still off guard. She looked up, finding him a little too close, her eyes searching his face frantically as she wrapped her arms around his neck in reflex, �Wh-what are you�?�
Miroku grinned down at her. �As much as I enjoy crawling around hallways with you, I need to get going�I hope you don�t mind me helping�I promise I won�t touch you proppropriately again.�
She sighed as he carried her to his door.

Well, he added mentally, not while you�re hurt, anyway.

Miroku steadied Sango onto the ground with her good foot by holding her waist tightly. He reached into his back pocket, getting out the key to his door to unlock it. Opening the door, he held it open with his foot before rushing over the threshold with Sango safely in his arms. Walking into the dark living area of his apartment, he gently laid her down on his sofa as she gave a small grimace.
His forehead creased between his brows. �Let me take a look at your ankle.� Before she�d even complied, he stood to flick on the lights. Crouching back down in front of her, he removed her wet tennis shoe, rotating her foot in a circular motion.
�Hey!� Sango snorted as he ran his fingers over the bottom of her foot, �That tickles!�
He smiled up at her, still unconsciously rubbing her foot through her sock. �Does it still hurt?�
She quieted down some, though her smile remained. �Only a bit. Don�t worry about me, I�ll be fine.�
He stood. �You should get some rest. You can use my bed�I can sleep in here for the night when I get home.� Putting his hands in his pockets, the stranger turned to walk out and get her things from out of the hallways before leaving.
�Miroku?�
He looked over his shoulder at her.
She self-consciously picked at her jacket. �Th-that�s your name, isn�t it? I mean, that�s wh-what the lady at the desk called you��
�Yes,� he answered with a small smile gracing his lips, �that is my name�and that old bitch at the front desk is Elda�you�ll learn to love her.�
She nodded, though she made a face at the thought of Elda, making Miroku grin. Suddenly he looked thoughtful.
�I don�t believe I know your name. Ah, what is it?�
She smiled. �Sango.�
He gave a curt nod, going back into the hall. As he came back in with her guitar, suitcase, and even her heavy purse, Sango found herself staring at him. Not only did this Miroku character have great facial features�but he was blessed with a wonderful body to top it all off.
His words broke her out of yet another haze, �I�m going to go now�I should be back before midnight. The bathroom is at the end of the hall, though I�m sorry to say there isn�t much in the fridge��
�That�s alright,� Sango said as she stood, favoring her left leg, �I�m not really that hungry anyway�airplane food.�
Giving her one last, temperature-rising look, Miroku turned to walk out of the apartment.
Sango heaved a long-held sigh as she heard the front door click shut. Running her fingers through her hair, she walked over to her suitcase to get her toothpaste and a change of clothes.
All throughout her time alone in Miroku�s apartment, Sango didn�t once think about Kale, New York, or how she still didn�t have a place to stay. She didn�t once think about anything other than violet eyes, midnight black hair�and that warm, toned body�

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*BANG*
Sango jumped, her television show forgotten.
*BANG BANG BANG*
�What the--!� she mumbled to herself. �Is that�coming from the front door�?�
Moving the afghan she�d found to get warm with, Sango got off the couch and started to walk slowly towards the door.
*BANG BANG*
Jumping once more, a hand over her heart, she heard a young woman�s voice.
�Miroku! Miroku open the door!�
Curious, she looked through the eye hole, seeing a girl standing in the hallway just as she was pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
�Miroku�I need to get those papers from you for Bre�s audition tomorrow! �I know you�re there!�
Sango finally found her voice, keeping an eye on the girl. �Miroku�s not here.�
The young woman looked surprised, then annoyed about the information, �Tell me�he didn�t move, did he?� The girl mumbled under her breath. �God damn it��
�No, ah�he left for something�helping a friend, I think he said.�

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Kagome was staring at Miroku�s dark oak door with an unbelieving face.
Excuse me?
�Uh�may I ask who YOU are and why you�re in my friend�s apartment?�
She heard the usual swipes and clicks that were to unlock his door, though it took the girl a couple tries. Kagome stared as the girl behind the voice emerged from the apartment, her long brown hair still damp from what she guessed at as from taking a shower; dressed in black sweatpants and a powder blue tank top.
�Sorry about that�my name�s Sango��
Kagome blinked from behind her specs.
Sango looked uncomfortable as she eyed the floor, tucking some hair behind an ear. �Um, yeah�you see��
�Oh�no,� Kagome interrupted, waving her hands in a dismissive gesture, �you don�t have to explain yourself, just,� she heaved a huge sigh, putting fingers to her aching temples. �Just�let Miroku know I came by.� Looking back up at the tired Sango, she added, �I really need to speak with him.�
As Kagome began to walk back down the hall to the stairs in her black skirt and matching dressy black shirt that was decorated in some pink flower embroideries, Sango realized something.
�Hey!� She shouted, �Wait!�
Kagome turned, but didn�t speak, looking tired herself as she eyed Sango.
�What�s youre?� e?� Sango asked, ��so I can tell him who came by��
Kagome gave a strange smirk, one that made her want to shiver.
�He�ll know who I am.�

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What a night, Miroku thought as he trudged up to his apartment room floor. Who would�ve known quiet little Faythe would be such a chatter box tonight? He chuckled, remembering how excited her eyes looked when talking about her audition she�d gotten with a local ballet company set for next month.
Sighing, Miroku felt a pang of jealousy, the same one he got every time one of his students started becoming successful; he�d never been so lucky. He just h his his teaching would help other could-be�s and should-be�s to be what he�d never been: satisfied with themselves.
Entering his apartment, Miroku was surprised to hear the television set in his living room on. He removed his jacket, hanging it up before going to check if Sango was still awake. Rounding the corner to the living room, Miroku cracked a smile at the sight before him.
Sango was laying lengthwise on his sofa, wrapped up in the afghan that belonged to his mother. Her hair was scattered all around her head, her face fatigued.
What was she thinking? I told her she could use my room�
Miroku walked over to the TV, turning it off. Going back over to the sofa, he scooped up his guest in his arms, stifling a laugh after she made a protesting mew. He made his way into his room, laying Sango on his bed, and then he even arranged his sheets in a way similar tw shw she had wrapped herself in his afghan, so she�d stay comfortable.
Not able to stop himself, he ran a hand through her chocolate tresses. She moved her head closer to his palm, murmuring something about 'just five more minutes'.
Smiling down at her, he stood away from his bed, noticing the bright red numbers of his alarm clock. He decided on taking it into the other room with him, so he�d wake up on time to make it to the studio�and to get Sango her own apartment to stay in�though, honestly, he didn�t really mind having company.
Raking a hand through his hair, Miroku scolded himself. Well, you�re not exactly the greatest at relationships, you idiot�don�t start making fantasies�especially about a young, sweet, beautiful girl with long brown hair�and smoldering eyes�and�gah!
He shook his head as he went into his bathroom to brush his teeth before going back into his room to change his clothes.
Miroku laid down on his couch in the living room, using the same afghan the lovely Sango had earlier, and soon�sleep was able to claim him without effort.
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A/N: *waves* Nah, I�m not dead�busy �tis all! I�m not really happy with this chapter, but I know you all have been waiting for it; I do think that the beginning of it came out rather well, though�hopefully it isn�t all that bad for an early morning fix up. �Hope the scene transitions weren�t too much for ya, either�
I�m not going to be able to answer every review individually anymore (ain�t got the time, hunnies!) but if you insist I need to answer yours, just add your e-mail to it and make sure it�s a question I. can. actually. answer. OK?
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