I Want You To Want Me

In an two bedroom apartment that looked more like a prison cell was Sango Fukuda and her seven year old son. Her marriage ending five years ago but she’s happy to be rid of the memory of Naraku Hariyama, her cheating ex-husband. Lying in her bed, Sango was wide-awake, staring blankly at her newly renovated and refurbished ceiling. Sighing for the umpteenth time, she turned on her side watching her digital clock which read in big red numbers 5:54 am.



At twenty-four she'd never felt so...so damn alone sleeping in bed by herself for the past seven years (including the horrible marriage to that cheating snake). Her love life was a complete dud, along with her sex life which she had none. But who would want to take a single independent woman with a kid? She tossed her blanket off of her body, shifting in an upright position, stretching her arms. Standing up to leave her room, she headed towards the kitchen for a cup of green tea when coming to a stop at her son's room.



She opened the door gently, peeking in to check on him. The room was decorated in just about every anime poster and DC and Marvel collectible known to man. Closing his door, she went to the kitchen, opening the over head cabinet filled with only one item that she cherished. Grabbing a purple and gold mug with silver glitter sprinkled all over the outside which read, “The universes coolest mom ever!” on it. You could guess who made it for her. She made a tiny smile while looking for the box of tea bags.



Making a hot cup in five minutes, she left heading back to her room, sighing again this time from depression of knowing she had a job interview today. She pulled her long black locks up into a ponytail while rummaging through her unpacked boxes looking for her work suit, hoping the damn thing still fit her after having a baby, she packed on a couple pounds around the hips along with her butt.





So let's start with how her old life ended. After she graduated from Osaka High School, she didn't agree on going to college so soon because of a certain asshole she fell in love with who got her knocked up at eighteen and kicked out of her home all in the same year. Eventually, Sango had to go to college now but being a penniless waitress really didn't help. Naraku had a job interning for a publishing company and soon got a job with raise. She was so happy she didn't have to work at that no name restaurant ever again! Naraku got his first paycheck and moved him and his very pregnant wife to the best condo money could buy. Soon after the baby was born which was a boy she named Ryuma Kohaku Hariyama he was her sun and she was his moon..



Afterwards, Sango went to college studying business and accounting while living with Naraku in Osaka. She graduated before Ryuma turned two. Then she got another surprise from her darling husband, saying they all were moving from Japan to New York. Things moved fast after because she divorced Naraku five years after the move. At twenty one Sango had served her first divorce papers. Although at times she couldn't blame Naraku, for he wasn't the most passionate romantic man. Nope. He was the total opposite: pushy, mean, and uncaring to those who needed him. The last straw had been with their son. It was Ryuma's fifth birthday, and she got a call from her husband telling her he'd be there to pick him up from after school. They were on the verge of separating anyway so him fucking up this time made it easier to let him go. Late nights at the office and leaving without calling saying when he was coming home was something Sango couldn't handle. His secretive ways bothered her and to make matters worst their son would ask her when his daddy would be coming home. Of course not having a clue as to the whereabouts of Naraku, she had to lie.



Flashback:



New York City, Upper west side



Sango sat on a bench with her son, at central park, waiting for her husband while her son ate away at his ice cream cone. Today was a scorcher, the hottest day of august, so she thought it would be nice to sit in the shade and enjoy the day. Turning to her left she smiled at her son's messy face. She quickly snatched a napkin from her purse and offered it to him. Ryuma took it, wiping his face yet missing a couple of spots. She wanted to laugh and cry, tears of joy really, because she loved her son more then anything else in this world. He basically represented her, and she just loved being a mother, having someone to care for and protect and another human being that needed you gave her life some meaning.



Just when she thought her life was looking up, her sweet little brother dies by a drunken driver swerving on the road when he should have stopped. The guy hit his car, crashing into him hard, and making Kohaku run off the road straight into a tree. Injuries were serious, critical, to the point he might not survive ICU. After six restless hours of surgery on him, one day his heart just gave up. Sango had been there everyday and night, as much as she could. It hurt her to the core to know the only family member that understood her left from this world, her world, and it wouldn't be the same without him. Her little Ryuma never had a chance to meet his uncle, a mirror image of himself.



“Mommy?” He spoke while licking his ice cream cone.



“Hm.?” Sango was putting on her sunglasses; crossing her legs as she folded her hands.



“When is daddy coming to pick me up?” Gazing up at her through dark bangs, a slightly sad smile was creeping up on his face.



“Soon Ryuma, you just have to be patient sweetheart.”



“But, we been here for like forever, and I’m bored!”



“He'll be here soon, I promise kiddo.”



“Okay. I'll wait some more.”



Later that day...



Sango paced back and forth in the room she shared with her so called husband, beyond pissed that not only he stood up his own son, he then had the balls to just stroll into the house about twenty minutes ago. It was three in the morning and she was trying to think of some perfectly rational way to talk about this because it was making her miserable having to lie for him. Naraku was undressing with his back turned, neatly folding his shirt as he slipped off his shoes. She wanted to scream at how calm he was so unconcerned with the fact he'd been ignoring her and his son for months on end now. It had to stop.



“Where the fuck were you, Naraku? You had your son waiting to see his father and you don't even show up or call for that matter.” She wanted to scream so bad at his cool attitude to the important issue.



“I was busy.” Naraku commented dryly, as he unbuckled his Gucci belt, neatly rolling it up as he placed it on his nightstand. He looked at her with a finely trimmed brow as in asking if she was done with the late night investigation.



“You were busy doing what?” Sango asked in an accusing tone. She crossed her arms her white silk nightgown glowed from the small beige lamp by her bedside.



“I don't have to report to you whenever I have a change in plans.” He grinned, his voice sarcastic and condescending to her and he knew it.



“Why does it always have to be this way with you..” She hugged her arms together feeling at a lost. She could say anything and it wouldn't make him change. “You come and go as you please, without ever taking any consideration in anything I do for you.”



“I never asked you for anything.” He shrugged into a white tee shirt and as it slid down his well portioned frame. His shoulders rippled with the small movement. Sango had to turn her face away ashamed of wanting him when he didn't deserve it.



“Fine Naraku but at least you could attempt to get to know Ryuma better. I mean it's like you two are total strangers living under the same house.”



“Alright. I'll take him out somewhere, next time I get a chance.” Naraku said as he swiftly unzipped his pants.



She began to braid her long hair in a nervous gesture, “Naraku, when I don't know when your off from work anymore, and...”



“I said I'll do it dammit!” He sneered, making her mouth snap shut, her gaze lowered quickly from his piercing dark eyes.



“Now leave me be Sango.” He sneered, “Nagging me is only making it less appealing to sleep in the same bed with you.” He frowned stepping out of his pants he quickly moved around their bed heading towards the bathroom shutting the door none to gently.



Sango's eyes welled with unwanted tears, but when she quickly wiped her nose she saw something flash in the pocket of his pants that were left on the floor. Drying her eyes with the back of her hand, she bent down wanting to know what it was. Taking that shiny object out, she found something that made everything about him all a hundred percent true. She now knew why he'd had been so cold to her, for months on end with no explanation at all. Lifting her head at the sound of the toilet flush only added to the rising anger that was welling up inside her.



Naraku came out of the bathroom in his black silk boxers, and the look he gave her when he saw the condom packet in her clenched fist said it all. She grinned lowering her head, with shoulders slumped in defeat; he stepped a few inches to her knowing he was royally screwed. And that didn't take the cake; him asking her if she was alright was even stupider. She needed to take a breather before she spoke, before she exploded because she wanted to yell at him, scream some more, then punch the ever living day-lights out of him for asking such a dumb ass question. He had been cheating on her this whole time and she didn't even know about it, but what made it all the more fucked-up was the fact that that very same dick had been inside her earlier this morning. She didn't even want to fathom the thought of where his lips could have been either.



“What are you holding in your hand Sango?” His eyes trained to the condom in Sango's hand being crushed to death, her face alone made him shudder, she looked pissed the fuck off all because he'd been careless.



“I hate you, I hate you and I wish I'd never met you Naraku.” She whispered her voice heart broken by this man, clenching both her fists at her sides, her body shook with another wave of anger remembering he stood up his own son on his birthday for a piece of ass.



“Sango baby, let me explain.” Naraku looked apologetic, inching closer to her not wanting to provoke her into any physical violence he'd regret. With his arms outstretched to embrace her, he was about to speak ready to defend himself, until one small manicured hand raised up to stop him from doing so, or anything else for that matter.



“But Sango I lov...”



“Don't you even dare finish that sentence!” Her dark chocolate eyes flashed with hatred toward this man she shared a bed with, shared her home with and birthed his son. “I swear upon god as my witness, as soon as the fucking sun comes up. I want you and whatever you need, gone and don't bother coming back.”



End Flashback:



Sango frowned angry at herself for remembering that horrid day, she filed for divorce the next morning happy to be rid of Naraku and his whorish ways. Disrobing she smiled sullenly, reminded of the fact she hadn't had any genital to genital connection, since Naraku, it was going on seven years and counting. Naraku never really appreciated her body like a man should during sex, with him it was self-satisfying without caring to at least give her some kind of stimulating pleasure in the end. Spreading out her pinstripe black slacks that hugged her ever shapely hips just right, came with a white silk blouse and black pinstripe jacket that framed her thin waist flattering her bust size well. After having a baby she packed on a couple of pounds, when Ryuma was a year she stopped breast feeding, and her jugs just kept on growing, swelling to a somewhat comfortable D cup.



Which in turn made it even harder to get a respectable job without having a total horn-ball for a boss, she wasn't ugly by opinionated people, and sexual power was what she lacked. Her gaze shifted to the window seeing the first signs of sunlight filter through signaling that it was officially morning. She sighed again, forgetting she made tea and left it in the kitchen, walking back out of her room to the kitchen she grabbed her tea in hand, while yawning again, she made a mental note to buy more groceries. Heading out, she came to a stop in front of her son's room door, she slid inside seeing his leg and arm outside of his blue blanket, his small face buried in the pillow with hair looking a mess. Tip-toeing over to his bed while dodging and stepping over abandon toys along the way she stood over him. And what she saw made her want to take a picture, he looked so adorable with his little mouth open snoring lightly.



Gently she brushed aside his bangs, “Ryuma, get up sweetie.” Bending down she gave him a warm kiss smiling at his grumpy moan to be left alone.



“Noo!” He uttered, muffled under the big blue comforter.



“It's your first day of school. I know you don't want to miss that do you?” Sango said softly, as she seated herself next to him, while peeling away the blanket.



“Mooom! It's too early, can't I sleep for the rest of the day again, please.”



“No lazy bones you have to go, besides you already know here they have a different time schedule then it is in New York.” She said while her hands moved to his sides tickling him faintly, Ryuma squirmed under the blanket popping his head up he scooted back eying his mother with his arms crossed.



“That sucks even more that there's no summer break here, I don't want to go.” He grumbled under dark eyelashes, his chocolate eyes reflecting hers not showing any signs of surrender, a corporate shark in the making just like his father.



“You'll get use to it kiddo, just look at how the other Japanese kids your age, go through it without so much as a care in the world.” Sango said softly, while poking his small nose.



“Because they had time to get used to it, I only just got here...I don't even have any friends here, and it's hard to talk in Japanese all the time, I'll forget some of the words, and all the kids will laugh at me.” He clasped his hands together pleading with sad puppy dog eyes.



“Pretty please can I stay and wait for you until you come home like yesterday.” Sango smiled sweetly, ruffling his dark hair she noticed he would be needing a haircut soon his ebony locks reached past his shoulders. “Look I'll make you a deal, if you go to school today, at least see how you like it. I'll buy you whatever kind of Dragonball-Z action figure they've got in the store.” It bothered her just a little that he resembled Naraku, his father wasn't an ugly man to look at, Naraku had aristocratic features and a body to account for. She also dreaded, when her baby would grow up into a man, a handsome man with his father's looks and the intellectual standards his mother had he'd be unstoppable. Or maybe he'd grow up to be a president one day, either way keeping women away was going to be number one priority for Sango.



“Awesome! Can I get a PS3? The games for it are so cool mom.” She made a motherly smile, loving her baby even more, and if it were legal she'd have him with her forever locked away in his room for the rest of his life.



“Sure when this interview I have, hits off you've got the action figures and the system, how does that sound kiddo?”



His face brightened up, “You got a deal. I'll go but can you come inside with me, so I won't get nervous in front of the other kids.”



“Don't worry mom's got your back.”