Human Compensation

The night before the explosion.......

“Are you sure this is necessary?” Sango asked, as they stood in line waiting to get inside the club. Miroku had insisted they dress like teenagers so they could sneak inside the new club unnoticed. She pulled on her low rider jeans wondering why she had let Miroku pick out what she needed to wear. She felt like a slut. The jeans were too tight and barely comfortable to move around in and the shirt she wore, which was one size too small for her, stopped just below her breasts exposing her lean, flat, stomach and waist line.

“Yes, it is,” Miroku said, standing behind her. His eyes glued to her rear end. The jeans showed off her buttocks nicely. He had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing her. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants and white shirt and a leather vest. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders, giving him the sexy, bad-boy look. The only thing he was missing was a motorcycle. He got a lot of lustful stares by the girls he passed by.

The club was a popular hangout for teens who were eighteen or older. They needed to get into the club in order to follow the man who’d been avoiding Sesshoumaru until now. Miroku had heard rumors that the man had a secret hiding place in the club which he had been using to avoid the mafia. The music blasted loudly and colorful lights flashed giving the room a dizzy effect. Miroku grabbed Sango’s hand to keep from getting separated in the crowd. Several guys had come on to her as they made their way through, but moved back when they saw Miroku giving them dirty looks.

“There he is,” Miroku said, glancing up at the man sitting on the balcony over them. “We’ll keep an eye on him from here until he starts to move again. “Dance with me,” he told Sango.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” Sango said.

“That’s okay,” Miroku said, grabbing her from behind and pulling her body against his. “Just follow my lead.”

Sango blushed as he began to dance behind her with his arm wrapped around her waist. He kept grinding his pelvis against her backside and moving her hips with his. ‘The pervert,’ she thought as she watched their target on the balcony talk to a group of men. She felt Miroku’s hand gently caressing her bare midriff creating butterflies in her stomach.

“Sango, you do know that you’re the most beautiful girl in here.” He said in her ear.

“Will you try to concentrate on our work?” Sango asked, blushing a little.

“Sorry, it’s kind of hard when I’m in the presence of such a stunning woman.”

Sango turned around to tell him she was serious when she saw the man they were following walk away from the balcony. “He’s on the move,” she said. “Let’s go.”

They quickly made their way to the balcony steps. Miroku pulled her into a dark corner behind the steps as the man walked down with two body guards behind him. Keeping a normal distance between them so the body guards wouldn’t get suspicious, they followed him outside into a dark hallway that led away from the club. They watched him open a door and walk in.

“So, this is the place where he hides when we come looking for him,” Miroku said.

“I hear footsteps,” Sango said, looking around. “Someone is coming!”

Miroku quickly pulled her into a dark area of the hallway. “Pretend we’re just some horny teenagers looking for a private place to make out,” he told her.

“What?” Sango asked, before his mouth came down on hers.

Miroku held her against the wall, his body pressing into hers. Her arms grabbed his shoulders to push him off of her, but he grabbed her arms and held them down by her side. Sango moaned in protest as he proceeded to kiss the life out of her. Giving up when she realized he had no intentions of letting her go, she decided to just bare with it until whoever was coming towards them passed. Miroku’s was kissing her in a way she’d never experienced from anyone else. She had to admit, the man was a great kisser, almost seemed to be a professional at it, that had to be the reason why she felt herself melting into his arms.

Miroku forgot about the people approaching them the second his lips touched Sango’s. How long had he dreamed of this moment and now he was actually living it. She was just as he imagined, sweet and tantalizing, she tasted like peppermints. He moaned deep in his throat as he deepened the kiss. His hands ran over her backside and tightly pulled her against him. He felt her gasped, and kissed her passionately, knowing she was aware of his hard, swollen, arousal pressing against her lower stomach.

Sango knew they were getting carried away. Miroku was making her loose herself as she desperately tried to cling on to her sanity. His hands moved over her body as if he knew exactly where to touch her to drive her crazy. His tongue were doing things to her mouth she could have never imagined. His kiss was demanding, passionate, as if he’d been waiting too long for this chance and now was taking everything he could from her. She moaned against his mouth when she felt him lift one of her legs and prop it against his hips, grinding his arousal against her, he pulled back, whispering hotly in her ear. “Sango, I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he confessed. Even through her jeans she could tell how big and hard he was and every thrust of his hips against hers sent a shock of electricity through her entire body. He kissed his way down to his neck sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.

“Well what do you we have here?” Someone said beside them, bringing her slowly out of her sexual haze. “You kids need to go somewhere else for that stuff, this is not the place.”

Miroku growled in frustration and anger at being interrupted. He slowly lowered Sango’s leg and reached into his pocket.

Sango watched in shocked as Miroku whipped out his gun and fired at the man, with a grave face and a dark look in his eyes. “No one interrupts me like that, no one!” He hissed, kicking the body on the floor.

“Miroku,” Sango whispered. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen the demon come out in Miroku, but she was always shocked when it made it’s appearance.

He turned to her, his eyes softening and a smile came on his lips. She looked like she’d been throughly kissed by him, with the dazed look in her eyes, her swollen lips, the faint blush on her cheeks and wrinkled clothing. He couldn’t resist kissing her again, before letting her go and pushing her behind him as a group of men came running down the hallway, and another group bursting out the doorway.

Sango didn’t have her boomerang with her because it would have caused too much suspicion. “Stay close to me, baby. It’s about to get ugly,” he told her.

And ugly it got, as he opened his hand and let his air void rip. The men were sucked in even as they fired bullets at him. Sango closed her ears to their screams as they were pulled in. She heard Miroku curse, his shoulder jerked back hitting her in the chin. She peered over it to see a trail of blood trickling down his shirt. He’d been hit. Miroku never got hurt.

“Sango! Are you alright?” He asked urgently when he felt the bullet hit him. He didn’t know if it had went straight through and hit her or if it was still embedded in shoulder.

“Yes, “ she said to his relief.

He closed his air void after the last man had been sucked in. Sango followed close behind him as he walked into the room. The man they had been looking for was hiding cowardly behind his desk.

Miroku gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Mr. Yanosoke, we’ve been looking for you. I’m offended, you haven’t returned our calls or answered the letters we sent to your home. And you’re never at home when we stop by for a visit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were avoiding us,” Miroku sat down in his big leather chair propped his feet on the desk. “Hey this is comfortable. Where you buy it from?” He asked, conversationally.

Sango watched him, a worried look on her face. Miroku liked to play around with his prey before he took their lives, but now wasn’t the time. He was bleeding from his wound and the blood was beginning to flow faster.

“Please don’t hurt me. I don’t have the money, now,” Mr. Yanosoke pleaded.

“I asked where you got this chair from?” Miroku said.

“I don’t know...I didn’t buy it,” Mr. Yanosoke said.

“Well that’s a big disappointment. I was looking forward to getting one.”

Mr. Yanosoke didn’t know what hit him when the bullet landed between his eyes.

Miroku pulled opened the drawer underneath the desk. “What do we have here?” He asked looking down at a row of neatly stacked one hundred dollar bills.

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“Miroku I can’t get the bullet out if you don’t stop moving around,” Sango said. He had refused to go to the hospital, no doubt they would want to know what happened, so he’d asked Sango to take the bullet out of him.

He looked at her with a surprised expression. “You called me by my first name!”

Sango blushed slightly and turned away from him. “It was a slip,” she said, prying harder into his flesh.

“Damn, be careful,” he said, grimacing in pain.

“Got it!” She said with a smile, holding the bullet up with the pliers she’d used. She threw it in waste basket. “You’re lucky you only got shot in the shoulder.”

“You’re lucky it didn’t go through my shoulder,” Miroku said, as she cleaned his wound and quickly bandaged it.

Miroku lifted his good arm to caress her cheek with his fingers. She pulled away from him. “Sango about what happened earlier...”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sango said.

“You can’t ignore it forever,” Miroku said.

“Yes, I can.”

Miroku smiled. “You kissed me back,” he pointed out.

“I had no choice,” she snapped.

Miroku sighed. He sat up when she finished. Catching her off guard, he grabbed her arm and jerked her toward him. Sango fell against his chest and struggled to get away from him, but his arm wrapped tightly around her.

She stopped struggling when he kissed her again. It wasn’t like the first one, this kiss was slow and tender causing her heart to pound loudly. ‘Why is he doing this to me?’ She thought.

“Sango, I meant what I said back there,” he said against her lips.

“I can’t be with you, Miroku, if the only thing you want from me is sex,” Sango said.

“I don’t just want sex even though it’s all I can think about when I’m around you,” Miroku stopped when he saw her frown. “Okay, wrong thing to say. Sango you have to know that I see you as more than a friend.”

“And what do you see me as?” Sango asked.

“Mine,” Miroku said, staring intensely into her dark eyes.

He watched a hint of shock, fear, and confusion cloud her eyes. She pulled away from him. “I have to take a bath,” she said. She stood up and left him laying on the bed. She had two choices, to be with him or not. She had to think about it. She had never expected him to confess his feelings for her.

He wasn’t upset that she left in the middle of his confession. She hadn’t rejected him which meant she had to have feelings for him too. ‘She just needs time, that’s all.’ He thought.

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“Houshi, what are you doing up?” Sango asked the next morning. She stared at Miroku who was already dressed for work.

“I’m not letting a small bullet wound keep me from my work,” he said, grabbing his car keys.

She smiled, shaking her head. Miroku was a workaholic like herself. The day went like it did any other day. She worked, shouted at Miroku, worked, slapped Miroku’s hand away from her rear end, worked, scolded Miroku. The man seemed to live to annoy her. He even called her into his office saying he needed her and when she walked in, he grabbed her and kissed her... again. He’d let her go after she’d slapped him. She should have never let him get away with kissing her last night, not that she didn’t secretly enjoy his attention, but he seemed to think he had to the right to do it now.

Later that evening....

“Sango are you coming?”Miroku asked, looking back when he noticed Sango wasn’t behind him.

“Give me a few minutes, I still have a lot of paper work to do,” she told him as she typed away on her computer.

“I’ll get the car from the parking lot. I expect to see you outside by the time I pull up.”

“Why don’t you just go home, Miroku. I’m not going to be finished anytime soon. I’ll catch a ride from someone else.”

Miroku sighed, “I’m not letting you stay behind. You can finish up tomorrow.” He said as he walked out the door. Miroku’s car was parked across the street from the building. He was about to open the door to get in when the explosion happened. Turning around slowly, his heart pounding in terror, he stared in horror at the building he’d just walked out of. It was on fire! Pieces of debris fell all around as he watched in paralyzed fear. It was like something out of a bad nightmare.

“Sango,” he whispered hoarsely, clutching his car door. “SANGO!!!!” He yelled desperately as he ran toward the building.