"Bankotsu I don't think this is a very good idea," whispered Sango. Her hands were clammy and sweaty. It made her kind of embarrassed to have her hand laced with his. He didn't seem to mind though. He smiled back at her. Then he leaned against the locker and looked around the corner.
They were skillfully avoiding the hall monitors as they slowly made their way to the side doors on the school that no one but the janitors used. Sango was skipping for the first time and it was all because Bankotsu didn't want to spend the day by himself.
He wanted to spend it with her.
They spent all day together all most everyday anyway. She didn't know why school hours made it any different. She had a feeling it was just because he wanted her to break the rules. He loved it when she was bad. He always said that it turned him on. His grip tightened on her hand bringing her from her thoughts. They swiftly made their way down the hall.
She heard him grunt then they were suddenly making a sharp left turn. He opened a door and pushed her in before coming in himself. How typical a janitors' closet, she could tell by the smell of cleaning products which she thought they rarely used. It was dark except the little crack Bankotsu was looking out through. He suddenly shut the door completely. She suddenly heard foot steps coming closer.
She felt Bankotsu move and she had a feeling that he was facing her now. She brought her hand up slowly and sure enough it landed on his chest. Her other hand was still laced with his.
"I think I would rather stay in here with you instead," he whispered. Although his voice was low and she almost didn't catch what he had said she did hear the seductive purr in the back of his throat. He leaned forward and with ease found her lips in the dark. Her hand slid up his chest and around his neck pulling him closer. His hand cupped her cheek and went back into her lose pony tail which was probably not even going to resemble a pony tail when they were done. Bankotsu always did that. He would always run his hand through her hair and mess up any hair style she had going.
He pulled away slightly just to go back in. This time she opened her mouth for him. He tilted his head to the side to get at her better. She let go of his hand to lace it with her other hand around his neck. His free hand immediately went around her waist. He pulled her closer and they stumbled back slightly. In the back of Sango's head she could hear foot steps passing. She was too distracted by her boyfriend's amazing tongue that she really didn't care.
Bankotsu was a great kisser. No matter how many times they kissed he would always leave her dazed and slightly confused. His tongue was like magic. It drained her of her energy causing her knees to shake then it would use that energy to put a spell on her so that she never got enough. Then it was gone.
Sango whimpered and followed his mouth but he only chuckled and pulled back some more. He kissed her forehead.
"He's gone," he said. She nodded. He laced her hand with his again and opened the door a crack. He looked around for a moment then poked his head out looking around again. He stepped out and took her back the way they came since turning left wasn't exactly the right way. They were once again walking swiftly down the hall. He turned right then leaned against a wall. He looked around a corner again. He smirked then went down the hall. It was a dead end besides the stair way to the left.
The stair way went up and took them off the ground floor. The only exits up there and higher were the emergency exits which set off the fire alarm if opened. Sango blinked in confusion. Where we're they going?
"Bankotsu?" she asked softly. He smirked back at her then turned to the stair way. Instead of going to the stairs he went passed them. He went under them. To her surprise and astonishment there was a door under the stair case.
"How did you know about this?" she asked. He pushed the door open and held it open for her.
"Koga and I needed a place to smoke," he said. She arched an eyebrow. When did Koga start smoking? She shrugged that was a question for another day. She stepped outside into the blinding sunlight. He looked around as he held the door open.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Hold this open. Don't let it shut or we won't be able to get back in later," he said. She nodded and took his spot at holding the door open. He disappeared around the school then came back a few seconds later with a nice size rock. He bent down and placed it in the way of the door. Sango stepped back and hesitantly let the door shut. The rock slid as the force of the door pushed close. Sango stepped forward to stop it but Bankotsu stopped her. She felt panic go through her. She looked up at him. He was watching the rock and door. She turned back to it. The rock went right to the door frame stopping the door from completely shutting.
He smiled and turned toward her. He dug in his pocket and pulled out his car keys.
"Where to first?" he asked. Sango smiled.
Sango's grip tightened on poor Faith's hand. Sensing her mother's discomfort she looked up at her and tugged on her hand.
"Mommy?" she asked softly. Bankotsu flinched on the couch and looked to the little girl. Sango's mother stood up. She bent down to Faith.
"Come on honey let's let your mom and this man talk," she said as she picked her up. Sango let go of her hand but Faith held on tight.
"No mommy! I wanna stay with my mommy!" she cried kicking against her grandmother. Sango closed her eyes and forced the tears back. She turned to her struggling daughter.
"Don't worry honey mommy will be in soon okay? Just go with grandma for me and maybe later we can go to Dairy Queen," she said softly. Faith was crying by now. She nodded to her mother and let her hand go. Bella took her into the kitchen. Kohaku stood up from his spot on in the chair and reluctantly followed.
Sango placed her hand over her chest and took a few deep breaths. This had to be a dream. It just had to. She opened her eyes and looked him over. He looked exactly the same. His hair was in its usual braid. His style was also the same. Baggy blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. He had his signature cigarette behind his left ear. Her knees went weak and she stumbled. He was by her side in a blink of an eye. He placed a hand on the small of her back and gripped her elbow. She pushed him away from her.
"Don't touch me," she whispered. She wanted to yell it. She really did but she couldn't find the strength. She leaned against the wall and was to busy in trying to get her breathing back to normal to notice the pained look go a crossed his face.
"Sango," he whispered softly taking a step towards her. She shook her head stopping him from saying anything else. She felt tears coming to her eyes. His voice was the same too. It made her heart start pumping faster again. She took a seat in the chair.
"What are you doing here?" she asked after a few moments of silences. She dared to look up at him. He took his cigarette from behind his ear, placing it between his lips and dug in his pocket for his lighter.
"I promised I would come back," he mumbled around his cigarette. She stood up and ripped it from his lips just as he pulled out his lighter.
"You didn't tell me I would have to wait five years," she growled.
"It doesn't look like you waited at all," he said with a roll of his eyes. Sango couldn't believe her ears.
"Are you serious!" she yelled. He looked away.
"How old is your daughter Sango?" he asked suddenly. She fisted her hands crashing the cigarette she still had. Was he really doing this right now? He left promising to come back. Then he just stopped talking to her without a warning. Then he made her wait five years before he came back. Now he expected an explanation on why she didn't WAIT?!!!!!!!!! She felt like she was about to explode.
"Get out!" she yelled pointing to the door. His eyes went wide for a split second. She could tell he was biting the inside of his cheek. Something he did when he was mad or nervous. She had a feeling he was both. He licked his lips and took half a step towards her.
"Sango," he said. He sounded like he was tired and frustrated at the same time. She was the one that should be frustrated but in stead she felt hurt. She felt pain in her chest like never before. One because Bankotsu was standing in front of her and she couldn't pull him into her arms. and two because he had left her. He hurt her and she wasn't going to open her heart to him again. He reached up towards her face and she realized that he was reaching up to wipe her tears away. She flinched back from him and he immediately withdrew his hand.
"I said get out," she whispered. He looked down and gave a small nod. He walked out the living and to the door. She fell back into the chair not wanting to see him walk out that door. She heard him call for her mother.
"You're leaving so soon?" she asked. Sango was guessing Bankotsu nodded because it was silent for a few seconds.
"We kind of started out on the wrong foot. Um…I just got an apartment on Main St," he said. It was silent again and she could hear the ripping of paper.
"This is my number and address. Would you give this to her?" he asked.
"Sure," said her mother.
"I'll catch you later Kohaku," he called.
"Okay see ya later Bankotsu," he called back from what sounded like the kitchen. She guessed he was in there occupying Faith. He said good bye to her mother then she heard the door open and close. She bit her lip but it didn't stop the tears from coming to her eyes and over flowing again. Soon she was sobbing. Her mother came into the room and placed her hand on her back.
"Shh," she whispered softly. She got on her knees in front of her and pulled her into a hug. Sango wrapped her arms around her mother and cried in to her shoulder.
Sango was hesitant to take his number and address but she did. There were some things that they had to discuss. Like Faith.
She took a deep breath as she entered her house. Faith was in her arms playing with Sango's long hair which was in a high ponytail. Daren was sitting on the couch…waiting for her. He turned to face her and gave her a small smile.
"Where have you been?" he asked. It wasn't a demand but more like he was wondering. She smiled. He was always so sweet and kind to her and Faith. He was always too interested though. He had to know everything and that was kind of a annoying some times. Some things just weren't any of his business.
"My mother's house. Look Daren, an old friend of mine came to town and I'm going to go over to his house to see him tomorrow. I was wondering if you could pick up Faith from my mother's house after you get home from work," said Sango. Daren stared at her for a minute then looked to Faith.
"Sure," he mumbled. Sango set her down and watched as she ran up stairs yelling something that wasn't very important. She took a seat next to Daren.
"He huh?" he asked. Sango nodded and stared at the T.V. but not really catching what it was saying.
"What's his name?" he asked. Sango sighed. And here he goes…
"Bankotsu," she said softly. His name made shivers go down her spine.
"Why haven't you ever talked about him?" he asked.
"He isn't very important. I haven't thought about him or seen him since high school. He just kinda popped out of no where," she mumbled. He nodded a signal that he was dropping the subject. Sango sighed in relief. It was silent.
Sango took a deep breath. Her heart was racing in her chest and there was nothing she could do about it. She stood in front of a door with B17 on it. She brought her knuckles to the door then took them back down. She was sucking in so much air she was beginning to feel dizzy. It was now or never.
She brought her fist back to the door and knocked a few times. She heard some moving inside the apartment before the door swung open. Bankotsu stood before her in nothing but black sweat pants.
They hung very low on his narrow hips, showing his V line. The first thing she noticed was that his lean body was more muscular than before. Second was that he had two tattoos. One was on the left side of his chest right over his heart. It read…
Beats For My
One and Only
Her eyes went lower to the second one. It was on his toned abdomen to the right from being just under his belly button. It was an arch.
My One and Only
She arched an eyebrow. The rest disappeared beneath his waist band. She stared at it. She was curious, so curious that she didn't realize she was staring until Bankotsu's hand came over the tattoo and pulled his waist band down some more. She couldn't hold in the gasp that escaped her lips.
She quickly looked up to him. His face was blank but his blue eyes were clouded with several emotions she couldn't identify. She swallowed then cleared her throat. He pulled his waist band back up but his thumb stayed hooked beneath his waist band. She looked down thinking that his feet were very interesting. He had on white socks. That was weird Bankotsu hates white socks. He always use to say that they got dirty too fast so he always wore black ones. His feet suddenly shifted from out of her view. She looked up to see him standing to the side near the door giving her entry to his house.
She stepped in and wasn't surprised to see the boxes lying around. His apartment wasn't that big. It was just enough for one. It had a small hall to her left. There was a closed door at the end. On one side there was an open door and from what she could see it was his bedroom then a crossed from that room was another closed door. First stepping in she knew it was the living room. There was a black couch sitting in the center of the room and on the wall furthest from her was a TV set for some reason the couch wasn't facing it. On the opposite wall closest to her was a doorway which looked like it led to the kitchen and next to the doorway was a table.
"Excuse the mess," he mumbled. She nodded and stepped in some more so he could shut the door. He walked over to the table where she just noticed his pack of cigarettes and lighter.
"You can have a seat," he said gesturing towards the couch. She nodded and took a seat. It was silent. She watched as he lit his cigarette, when he was finished his intense blue eyes landed on her. She shifted under his gaze. He went into the kitchen suddenly then came back only seconds later with an ashtray. He set it on the table. He leaned against the table casually. Holding his cigarette between his forefinger and his thumb he inhaled. She watched the smoke come from his mouth as he exhaled.
"I didn't think you would come," he mumbled.
"Why not?" she asked. He shrugged as if they were talking about what the weather was going to be like.
"You seemed mad," he said. She hated this! He was always so calm when it didn't ask for it but when it did ask for it he was bouncing off the walls. Her eyes narrowed. She didn't even know why she came. He didn't need to know about Faith. She has been fine these past five years and she didn't need him coming and messing everything up.
"Don't I have the right to be?" she growled. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled. His eyes never left hers. When he took the cigarette away he exhaled through his nose and tapped the cigarette with his middle finger over the ashtray.
"Why don't you ask me what you're dieing to know?" he asked suddenly. She stiffened suddenly then glared at him. He was so cocky and arrogant. He's been like that every since she meant him. She didn't try to change him though because that was him. That was what he was known for.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled and looked away. His gaze was too intense if she didn't look away then she wouldn't have been able to look away at all. The cigarette smoke filled the air but she didn't pinch her nose like she use to. She was use to it now.
"Ask me why I didn't come back," he said. She looked back at him.
"I don't care," she growled. He smirked but it wasn't his usually cocky smirk it was cold and humorless.
"Then why are you here?" he asked. She shot up from the couch and made a bee line for the door. There was no way she was going to sit through this. She felt tears burning at her eyes. She opened the door only for his hand to shot out from over her shoulder and slam it shut. She jumped. She hadn't even heard him move. His arm remained out stretched over her shoulder as he leaned most of his weight on that arm. She could feel his warm breath on her ear and she resisted a shiver.
"I'm sorry…I didn't mean it like that," he whispered. She turned the door knob and pulled on the door but his weight kept the door in place.
"Move," she growled. She didn't like this. Being so close to him was beginning to cause feelings that she buried along time ago to come up from the grave. She needed to get out and away from him. She felt his other hand gently go around her waist to her stomach. She held her breath. She could feel his warmth through her shirt. She closed her eyes and began working on how to even her breaths.
"Please don't leave yet," he whispered. She bit her lip. She placed her hand on top of his and gently took it from her stomach. She let the door knob go and turned around. Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
He was close…too close. She felt a blush heating up her cheeks. His face was only inches from hers, his beautiful blue eyes pleading for her to stay. She could feel his warm breath on her lips and cheeks and she almost lost it. She swallowed then licked her lips. His eyes snapped to them and the atmosphere suddenly changed. The sexually tension was back. That wasn't good…not at all. Even as she took a step back his eyes remained on her lips. He wanted to kiss her she knew he did. She couldn't let that happen. She had to think about Daren and how he would feel.
The thought had made her want to step back again but the door was there. So she decided to just go around him but he seemed to read her mind. His other arm came up to the door just like the other. Caging her in. She looked up at him. He was staring at her now. A small almost sad smile came to his handsome face.
"I missed you," he whispered. It was as if his words pushed her back. She pressed herself against the door. She wanted to say that she missed him too but she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to admit that to him or herself. He didn't seem to be expecting her to say it back either.
"If you really missed me then why didn't you come back?" she said her voice was barely above a whisper. The small smile disappeared from his face. He shifted and looked down. When he looked back up his face was gentle as well as his gaze.
"You know that if I could have gone back to you then I would have," he said softly. She thought about it for a minute.
"What are you saying? That you couldn't get back to me?" she asked. He sighed as if he didn't want to talk about it. She didn't care. She lied when she said she didn't care why he left. She cared…she cared a little too much. She wanted to know why he hurt her. She wanted to know why he was the only one that could hurt her so badly but also be the one to heal her. He nodded suddenly at her question.
"Tell me. Tell me what was holding you back. Tell me why you broke my heart," she whispered. He stared at her. His eyes were like a raging storm. She didn't know how long they stared at each other before he finally spoke.
"I got locked up," he mumbled. She blinked. Locked up? As in he was in prison? She pushed him back and away from her.
"That's not an excuse! You could have called you stupid idiot! It wouldn't have killed you to send me a stupid letter!" she yelled hitting him several times in his toned naked chest. He caught her fist before she could continue. He didn't look pained from the blows she dealt him but he did look up set. His hand gently went from her fists to her wrists. He shook his head.
"I couldn't do that to you. I didn't want you to know. You would have been so disappointed in me. I didn't what that. I didn't want you of all people to be mad and disappointed in me. I didn't want you to walk around a shamed because your boyfriend was spent to prison and he was only in the state for two weeks. I didn't want that," he said softly. She had tears coming silently down her face now. She tried to take her hands from him but his grip only tightened on her wrists.
"I would have wanted that instead of not know if you were okay! I thought you had abandoned me! You hurt me so bad Bankotsu. You're such an idiot!" she cried. He frowned. He knew what he did was stupid. Probably the dumbest thing he has ever done in his young life. He looked down at Sango. She was struggling to get her arms free so that she could wipe her tears. He let her hands go and they went straight to her face. He pushed them away. She pushed his hands back in return.
"Stop it," he growled sternly when she did it again. She let her hands fall to her sides and his hands took their place. He gently wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry I know that was dumb but there's nothing I can do to take it back," he whispered. She sniffled and he smiled he always thought she was cute when she sniffled. They didn't say anything for awhile. He went back over to the table for his cigarette only to find if burned to the bud. He frowned and thought about getting an other one. He decided against it and turned back to Sango. She was sitting back on the couch.
"Your daughter…what's her name?" he asked suddenly.
"Faith," she whispered. Nice name…
"What made you name her that?" he asked. She shrugged.
"It just popped into my head," she whispered. He could tell she was lying. She was staring off into the distance. Something she did when she was lying or wanted to escape reality. He licked his lips then sighed. He wasn't going to force it out of her.
She had faith that he was going to come back to her. Now her own daughter's name was a painful memory. She sighed. He cleared his throat suddenly getting her attention.
"Inuyasha invited me to a little get together with the others. You're going right?" he asked. She nodded. They would always hang out at least once a mouth on a Friday. He nodded.
"Would it be okay if I picked you up?" he asked. Sango looked away.
"I don't know Bankotsu," she whispered. She heard him give a light chuckle.
"Were friends ain't we?" he asked. She couldn't help but to notice the bitter bite in his tone. She looked up at him. He was pulling out another cigarette. He placed it between his lips and grabbed his lighter before his eyes came up to meet with hers again.
"Yes we are," she mumbled. She felt something tug at her heart as she thought about it. They would never be together like they use to because they were…just friends. She placed her hand over her aching heart and took a deep breath. He made her so happy and now she was never going to be that happy again. She heard him snap his fingers. When she came back to the real world he was crouched in front of her, his fingers in front of her face. He had a confused yet worried look on his face.
"I lost you there for a minute," he said a small smile coming to his face. He stood back up and placed the cigarette back between his lips.
"Don't think about it too much. It will only hurt more," he said. She blinked up at him.
"What?" she asked dumbly. He shook his head.
"Nothing baby girl," he mumbled. Her heart almost stopped at the nick name. She hadn't heard that in so long. Probably because he was the only one aloud to call her that. He called her baby girl like it was her name. She felt tears coming to her eyes. She couldn't deal with this. She shot up from the couch and rushed for the door.
"Hey," he said grabbing her by her elbow. She kept her back to him. She didn't want him to see her tears. He tugged on her arm but she only pulled harder. She struggled to get out of his grip while still facing the other way. This was very hard. He pulled harder and forced her to turn around. She gasped as she lost her stepping and stumbled into his firm chest. His other hand grabbed her other arm and helped her balance. She kept her head down.
"Hey why you crying?" he asked. His voice was low and right next to her ear.
"Please let me go," she whispered. His thin eyebrows narrowed.
"Not until you tell me why you're crying," he said.
"Because I have to get home," she whispered. He snorted.
"That's not why you're crying," he said.
"My husband and daughter are probably hungry. I need to get home," she mumbled. He let her go. Wow that was a low blow. He felt like some one just hit him in his chest and knocked the wind out of him. He stood where he was and watched as she went to the door.
"You can get my address from my mother," she said before she disappeared out his door.
Sorry for the wait....