OMG! I'm so sorry for the long ass wait!! 7 months to be exact! I've had major writer's block for this story. I hope this chapter is decent enough. I'm sorry if there is any grammatical mistakes. Please R&R!!
WARNING: Major dirty talk from Miroku...typical, typical.
Chapter 5: Blame It On Me
Bright…That's the only way he could explain it; bright. So damn bright that his eyes were beginning to burn but he felt so…cold. His teeth wouldn't stop chattering and his body couldn't stop shaking.
That wasn't the only thing he knew was wrong; he could still hear her. He could hear all of it; the screeching, her screams, the grinding of metal against metal against bone and he knew for damn sure something was broken. Something or fucking everything because he felt like was a one thousand pound semi weighing down on him. Now his head, his head was the worst. It felt like someone was beating it with a sledge hammer and what made it all the worse was hear. The fact that he could still hear her; screaming for him, berating him for being so damn stupid.
And the flashes, the flashes, they had to be the most disturbing. He could see it, all of it; a hundred pounds of metal raining down on them, the bright lights flashing as he tried to swerve out of the way causing everything to be a blue. All of it, except her. Now she, she was the only thing that remained clear. Her chocolate colored hair and matching eyes, the elegant slant of her nose and the curvy, innocent shape of her mouth. That mouth, wasn't that the same mouth that he'd kissed passionately over and over again, the same mouth that spat angry, twisted, obscenities at him, the same mouth that professionally done wonders to a certain region of his body that created memories for them and them alone? And something was just so…wrong…because this time, that pretty little mouth of hers, that he sometimes couldn't help but stare at, was letting out frantic, frightened, pathetic whimpers. Such frightened cries that he'd wished never to have to hear from her again.
And he wished he could block it all out, everything. Just make it all magically go away. Maybe if he closed his eyes tight, maybe if he just stopped thinking. Maybe it will go away. That's it; just stop thinking…there now he's free. So damn free.
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"No! He's okay!" Sango screamed in the medic's face, "Tell me he's fucking okay!!"
"Kuwashima-kun," the middle-aged medic said desperately, "He-"
Quick and loud footsteps sounded down the hallway as Kagome began to run to Sango's side. Quickly reaching her destination, Kagome wrapped an arm around the other female's shoulders and pulled her into her chest.
"What's wrong?!" Kagome cried frantically to the doctor, "Is Miroku okay?"
The medic sighed, "Houshi-kun has suffered great trauma to the head."
"And?" InuYasha asked gruffly, stepping up behind his two female friends, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Again, the man sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, causing Kagome to send a glare in InuYasha's direction. Swiping a hand over his face, the man continued.
"What it means is, when your friend took of his seatbelt," he looked quickly to Sango began to sob harder, "he threw himself in front of Kuwashima-kun, blocking her from harm's way."
"And?" Kagome gulped as she held her best friend tighter.
"And the force of the blow to his head gave him quite the concussion. That alone could've sent him into a coma but from all of his other injuries, he fell into shock," the medic took a deep breath, "Now, we saved him but we also had to resuscitate him two times. He fought very hard and we knew we hadn't lost him because he continued to mutter things," he looked pointedly at Sango, "He wanted me to tell you that he was sorry and that he loves you," the words caused her to collapse in the chair beside her and bury he head in her lap, "I'm sorry to report that Houshi-kun has fallen into a deep coma."
The back of Kagome's knees conveniently found the edge of a chair as she sunk down into it slowly. InuYasha started blankly at the bringer of bad news before turning slightly to face a white washed wall.
"Is…is there a chance he could come out of it?" the silver-haired hanyou asked hoarsely.
"With every case there is a fair chance," the doctor stated hesitantly, "We'll keep you updated throughout the night."
"When," Sango piped up suddenly and looked up at him tearfully, "When ca- can we s- see hi- him?"
"I'm not sure but no more than an hour or so. Once we get him situated in a room, we'll let you visit him."
Sango nodded feebly and smiled slightly at the doctor, "Thank you… for everything."
He smiled back at her sadly, "Its okay, I just…wish I could've done more." On that note, he gave one final nod and headed down the hallway.
This time it was Kagome who nodded tearfully and let out a giant sob before stumbling down the hallway and around the bend. InuYasha fought the urge to go after her and glanced at Sango to meet her eyes. She stared at him sadly before opening her arms slightly. He stumbled towards her and collapsed in a seat beside her before burying his face in her tummy as she rocked him back and forth. She situated her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his hair.
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Kagome continued to run until she ended up in the front of the hospital. With a choked sob, she fell to her knees on the ground, ignoring the concerned and freaked out looks she earned while doing so. Tears fell from her face and landed on her sweat pant clad knees. In their rush to get to the hospital, she had left the house in her pajamas. She laughed cynically as she found that she was wearing an old pair of Miroku's sweats. The black material of the pants was so faded that they had turned a navy blue but the tear stains had turned it back to its prime black.
Soft footsteps behind her caused her to turn slightly to come face to face with Sango. The brown-haired girl smiled sadly at her before wrapping her arms around her neck, placing a soft kiss on her temple. Slowly, Kagome wrapped her arms around Sango's middle and cried into her shoulder.
"Shh," Sango soothed awkwardly and kissed into Kagome's hair.
Kagome cried harder at Sango's failed attempt to be hopeful herself and clutched her tighter. Sango sat back on her behind and pulled Kagome into her lap.
After a while Kagome settled down, "Sango…what happened?"
Taking a gulp, Sango looked anywhere but Kagome's searching eyes, "We had a fight."
Kagome blinked, "A fight…"
Sango shook her head with a small sigh, "He was being a…"
xXx Earlier that day xXx
"…a chauvinistic pig!" Sango screamed angrily in the midnight haired boy's face, "Grow up!"
Miroku smirked defiantly at her, "I for one think I was being a perfect gentleman…"
Sango scoffed and pushed Miroku on the chest, "Gentleman?! You call that being a gentleman?!"
"What do you mean my dear Sango?" he asked with a frown.
She growled at him, "You opened the door for her; okay but then you groped her ass; not fucking a-okay!"
She shivered violently as she realized how cold it was outside the rundown old diner that they had stopped at for dinner. Noticing this, Miroku reached out and arm to pull her into his chest but she moved out of his grasp and sent him a dirty look before ignoring him completely. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"Fine then Sango, overreact if you want to," he sighed angrily and began to walk away from her, "Get in the damn car."
She glared at him, "And how in the hell am I overreacting Miroku?"
"I was just joking around Sango!" he yelled, advancing on her, "You know how I am! What did you expect, a sudden change?!"
She felt tears stinging her eyes as she pushed him in the chest, "I expected a bit of a commitment is what I expected Miroku! It's nice to know you care once in a while!"
"You know what Sango?" he asked venomously, "Fuck you. You knew exactly what you signed up for when you said 'yes'. Can you honestly tell me that this isn't worth how I make you feel at the end of every night?"
A blush formed on her cheeks as she avoided his gaze, "Shut up."
He smirked haughtily as he moved closer to her so that he was one breath away, "Tell me Sango, tell me it's not worth every kiss and nip. It's not worth the pleasure between your thighs as I fuck you so hard you can barely whisper, much less talk because your throat is so damn raw."
Her hand flew up without warning, without intention and slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side with a loud crack, blood trailed from the corner of his lips. Chuckling, he looked back at her, causing her to flinch. A flash of hurt flashed in his eyes at her action and he turned sharply to open the car.
"Get inside," he said coldly, "I'll drive you home."
She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice before scurrying into the car and buckling her seatbelt. He stared over at her for a minute, staring at her rosy lips before shaking his head and turning on the car. Her gaze was focused outside the window, a scowl set on her face. After a moment, they stopped at a red light and she felt something being set in her lap, causing her to jump. Looking down, she saw the leather jacket that had currently been on Miroku. Glancing over at him, she noticed that he was staring softly at her out of the corner of his eye.
"I do care," he said softly, "Now put it on, I don't want you catching a cold…"
"What about y-"
"I'll be fine."
She nodded slightly as thanks and put on the jacket gingerly, "This really doesn't change anything Miroku."
He sighed, "Sango, just stop being difficult."
"I'm not being difficult, you're being a pig."
He growled as he slammed on the brakes at another stop light. Turning to her slightly, he glared at her.
"If I'm being a pig, then you're being an aristocratic fucking prude."
"Excuse me?!" she gasped and faced him fully.
He smirked, "You heard me, but I know that's not the case. At least; not when we're alone. Because I know I can have you on your hands and knees begging for more. That nose is pointed down towards the floor contrary to its usual position. I know that mouth can be put to better use than demeaning everyone else around its bitchy owner."
She glared at him fiercely, "Must everything about you be related to sex you disgusting asshole?"
"Only when it comes to you baby," he said coldly, "because you'll always have that one weakness for me."
And that's when everything went wrong, the light turned green and sanity faded. Sango couldn't stop running her mouth, she threw anything and everything she knew about him in the most cynical and venomous manner. On the contrary, Miroku tried his best to keep his calm and stay focused on driving.
"Fuck you and fuck this relationship Miroku!" she yelled, "I don't need you and I sure as hell don't love you!"
xXx End xXx
Kagome watched as tears filled Sango's eyes, "And everything's blurry after that. I remember tires screeching, metal being crushed, someone screaming and it took forever for me to realize that it was coming from me. I remember the car turning over and I remember Miroku…I remember him rolling on top of me, his stomach against mine, embracing me…protecting me."
She began to sob violently, "I- I said such horrible things to him Kagome. Such disgusting things! I deserve to me in that hospital bed, not him!"
"No, no, don't talk like that," Kagome breathed and embraced her friend tightly, "It's not your fault."
Sango cried into Kagome's shoulder, "Then why does it feel like it is?"
Yeah, it was more MirSan oriented but I'll get to InuKag in the next chapter; I promise! I hope you enjoyed and again; I'm so sorry for the long ass wait. Please review!!!