The Importance of Being Kept

Sango stood on the side of the stage as she watched Miroku flirt shamelessly with a group of fans that wanted his autograph. She crossed her arms and jerked her head away from his direction. It was the same as it was last year when she had become his "kept" woman. Miroku treated her very well, she couldn't complain ;however, having to stand back and watch while women, young and old, fought for his attention was something she could do without. Why did she have to end up with most suave, sexy, playboy on campus? She had fallen for his good-looks and smooth talking just like every other girl and when he wrote a song just for her and song it in front of the entire school during a concert, she had been swept away by his over the top romantic gesture. She sighed, practice was over anyway, why was she sticking around to see this? She turned to leave and was suddenly stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. With one gentle jerk she found herself in Miroku's arms. She looked up into his handsome face admiring the way his dark hair fell around his shoulders. He began to dance around the stage playfully with her while the band members continued to rehearse.

"Y ou weren't going to leave without saying good bye were you?" Miroku teased and bent her backwards before pulling her back up and twirling her around gracefully.

"Will you stop it," Sango said irritably and pulled away from him.

Miroku stood there watching her for a moment, then grabbed her hand and pulled her to the back of the stage into a cozy little room that had been set up as a studio. Miroku had spent plenty of nights here when he was too busy rehearsing to walk back to his dormitory. Sango had also caught him with a girl or three lounging around half dressed.

He closed the door for privacy blocking out the sound of the band playing and turned to face Sango. "You've been acting weird with me every since last night when you ran out of the club. You want to tell me what's wrong?"

Sango shrugged, "nothing's wrong, I guess I'm just getting tired of the popular and glamorous lifestyle you have."

Miroku tilted his head to the side and gave her one of his most charming grins. "Look who's talking. You are just as popular and glamorous as I am, if not more, my little siren."

"But I'm not allowed to have guys fighting for my attention," Sango said.

Miroku sighed. "No you aren't allowed to, but they do it anyway, perverts."

"You should know since you're the king of perversion."

"Ouch," Miroku said not affected by her remark at all. "Are you jealous again?" He winked at her.

Sango rolled her eyes. "As if, I knew when I agreed to be your "kept" girl that you would still be living your lecherous lifestyle."

Miroku chuckled and walked over to the bar. "Then what is it, my dear?" He opened a bottle of champagne and began to pour a glass for her and himself.

"Oh no you don't, every time I try to have a serious discussion with you, you try to get me drunk. No more avoiding what I have to say, Miroku."

He took a sip from his glass and smiled at her. "Okay, what does my beautiful Sango have to tell me."

"I want to start seeing other guys," Sango said.

She only had a moment to register what happened. She heard the glass he was holding shatter and suddenly found her back against the wall. Miroku towered over her his body press tightly against hers, those charming dark eyes now had a dangerous glint in them.

"What the hell did you just say?" He was angry, very angry and getting Miroku angry was a very rare thing. He was usually the laid back, not a care in the world, type.

Sango faced him bravely, it was the first time she had ever brought up the subject. She knew it was forbidden for a kept woman to date other guys, but she had to make him realize that she wouldn't play along with his game forever, especially if she had the feeling she was his true mate.

"I said I want to date other guys," she said as calmly as she could.

"Is it another guy? Have you been seeing someone behind my back?" Miroku asked his word cut through the air sharply.

That's when she felt it, a small vibrating wave that started from her neck and grew deeper and larger as it began to cover her entire body. Sango clenched her teeth as her body began to spiral out of control from the erotic sensations he was forcing on her. She hated it when Miroku scanned her, although her body seemed to love it. It felt like a huge vibrator plunging inside of her and shaking her entire body.

Unlike, Inuyasha who's ultra sensitive nose could smell everything that went on with a person, one of Miroku's special abilities came from touching. Every once in awhile when he thought one of Sango's male fans had gotten too close to her, Miroku would performed a sensory examination of her body to see if anyone had touched her or worse. He knew Sango would never tell in fear for the unfortunate's man life. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he knew men had a way of making passes at Sango before she could stop them.

"Miroku!" Sango gasped almost on the verge of an orgasm. She didn't want this, not now. "Stop!"

Miroku, satisfied that she hadn't been touched, smiled slightly. "Are you sure you want me to," he whispered hotly in her ear.

He could smell her arousal. He slowly dipped a finger under her skirt into her panties, scooped her delicate juices on his finger and tasted her. "Ummm," he groaned. She tasted sweet, fresh as always. It was the closest he had ever came to having sex with Sango. It was as far as he would ever allow himself to go. A sharp pain stung the side of his face breaking his sexual haze. Miroku pulled away from her knowing he had went too far. He massaged the spot Sango had slapped.

"Perverted youkai!" Sango yelled at him as she tried to get herself together. She waited for her breathing to slow down and the erotic sparks to fade away.

"I'm sorry sometimes you're just too irresistible not to taste."

Sango blushed at his words. " Miroku, I have been yours from the very beginning, but now I feel as if I'm missing out on something. I watch you go out and date whoever you want, I watch you explore your options. Well, I want those options too! It was fun in the beginning, I mean who wouldn't want to be "kept" by the famous Miroku, but I've outgrown this. I'm a junior now. I want control over my own life."

"You know I cannot give you what you want as long as I take care of you."

"Then perhaps it's time to release you of your duty," Sango said.

Miroku looked at her in pure confusion. "I can't believe what I'm hearing! Have you lost your mind? Do you really think I'd release you so you can go out there and get attacked by a bunch perverts who's had hard- ons for you since your freshman year? Don't think I don't notice. You're a beautiful woman, Sango too beautiful to be on your own. Human males and youkai alike tend to lose their minds over someone like you. I should know... And I don't really want to kill every male on campus once they find out you don't belong to me. I'm sorry, I cannot let you go. You are mine, you have always been mine since the first day I laid eyes on you. To me you're the greatest treasure on campus and you're asking me to let you go," Miroku shook his head and laughed dryly. "You might as well ask me to stop breathing."

Sango watched him walk away. He genuinely looked hurt by her request. He stood there dejectedly with his hands in his pocket and his shoulders slumped over. She had no clue that he would get so upset, she only thought he'd be annoyed. Miroku barely ever showed his true feelings. He was too busy being mr. cool.

"Miroku, how do you feel about me?" Sango wanted to know.

"You know how I feel about you, Sango," Miroku said softly, his back still turned to her.

"Tell me," Sango urged.

"I care about you, very deeply."

"How deep?"

"Why are you asking me these questions woman? Are you trying to put me in a bad mood?"

"I just want to know where we stand, where we truly stand with each other. I've been kept by you for two years now. I thought during my sophomore year, you would tire of me and let me go, but you didn't. I know you care for me, but I want to know if there's more."

"I told you once, Sango, that I wanted you, but that I would never be able to give you the love that you're asking for now," he turned to face her. "You want me to tell you I love you, I've always have, and that I'll stop fucking around with other girls and be completely committed to you, right?"

Sango nodded. He spoke to her so coldly. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. Perhaps, she had been wrong about being his mate.

"You thought if you gave me time, I'd come to realize that's it you I truly loved all along, after all it's been two years, right?"

"I didn't ask you to mock me, Miroku, just answer the question."

"I already have. I told you that I'm completely incapable of loving anyone, especially a human even if you are the most wonderful creature I've ever met."

"Then let me go, you fool!" Sango yelled at him. This time she was crying. "Let me go so I can find someone that can love me."

"I'm sorry. I cannot."

"You are the most selfish person I've ever met!" She screamed at him.

"I know," Miroku agreed.

She turned to leave. Miroku caught her before she could reach the door and pulled her against his body tightly. "Stop, let go of me!"Sango yelled at him as she struggled to get away from him.

"Stop fighting me before you hurt yourself. You know I'm a lot stronger than you are, relax my Sango," Miroku demanded.

"I hate you!" She murmured as he cradled her head against his chest.

"I know you do, baby. I know," Miroku whispered. He held her while her hot tears soaked his shirt, his heart breaking. He knew the day would come when she would want more from him. He already knew she loved him. As much as he wanted Sango, he knew he couldn't have her, she was human after all and he was a very dangerous youkai. She had no clue of what he truly was and that was why he couldn't allow himself to love her. Then again, who was he fooling? He truly did love her, but she would never know. If she did, he had a feeling they would both be doomed.

He knew it was wrong to keep her with him when he couldn't possibly have a future with her. When they graduated, he would have to let her go to find her place in the world and he would have to go back to his real home, they only had one more year together. When that time came, could he let her go so easily? He held her tighter.