Mistake is Just a Mistake

(Disclaimer: No need to worry. I don't own InuYasha. Just Chill.)

Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

"Yes, Miroku.. I would love to marry you."

This day couldn't be any better and brighter. Those words are ringing in his ears like the most perfect melodies of the music. Her voice sounded so serene and magical like an angel singing songs in heaven. As she said those words, he slipped the 8-carat Hearts on Fire diamond ring on her left ring finger that he had been carrying for a month, waiting and planning thoroughly for the perfect moment to pop the question. Now that the moment has finally come, there nothing else that Miroku could ask for in his life.

Yes, Miroku…

Miroku felt speechless, his chest pounding hard in excitement and total happiness. He quickly stood up from his one-knee position and pulled his beloved into a full, warm embrace. He closed his eyes, thanking the heavens, that his life will be changed. He and his beloved could hear the applause from the people in the restaurant- the customers cheering and wishing them well, the waiters and manager doing the same gestures. He knew that this is the moment in his life that he will never regret and never forget - the most beautiful woman he had ever met will become his wife.

She could feel her tears falling down on her cheeks. As she wrapped her arms around him tightly, she closed her beautiful brown eyes, her mind mentally rewinding at what would be her most unforgettable and most special time in her life. She never expected for this to happen, especially, she couldn't believe that she is now engaged to a man that she loved the most.

"Oh, Sango… You have no idea how happy I am at this moment," Miroku whispered softly on her ear, smiling.

"I could say the same, Miroku…" Sango whispered back, her head leaning against his shoulders. They were on each other's arms for a little bit more as the applauses and cheers are still present in the Ai Room, where the most expensive restaurant is located at the Westside Tokyo, and one of the most difficult restaurants to reserve since it's only exclusive for medium- to high-profiled faces of Japan.

Miroku is one of the most famous people in Japan. He is the heir of Kazaana Electrics and Kazaana Telecommunications, which a company holds 90 control over Japan's electricity and largest company for phone services in competition of Nokia. His father, Mr. Mukuro Houshi, is the CEO of both companies, but since it was announced in the papers and media that he is going to retire and Miroku, his only son, will take over both companies. This announcement soared from Japan to worldwide- making him known as the youngest multi-billionaire in the business world. Only 26 years of age, not only his name scattered around the world, but more negotiations from other foreign companies want to do business deals with him, so he gets to travel around the world, meet other wealthy people and companies… and women.

Miroku also hold the reputation as the "ladies' man". With his great physique, a charming smile, a flirtatious attitude added by very rare purple eyes, women would swoon at the instant they see him. Not only he's well-known in the business world, but he's social status is set to a high-profile celebrity.

Then things turned upside down for him when he met her: Sango. She was definitely an enigma to him. Three years ago at a conference meeting in France, neither of them expected that fate would bring them together at such interesting circumstances. Looking back at the memories when they first met, it couldn't help but bring such a grin on his lips.

Whistling on his way to room F5665, his eyes scanned the whole view of the inside five-star hotel. Admiring the arts, he could see Monet and Rodin's artworks. He was pretty fascinated about how the hotel windows are partially designed with modernized stained glass and the section where it looked like the Hall of Mirrors of Versailles. He just nodded at each art piece he passes by as he continued whistling, continuing his observation of the hotel's architecture.

"Hmm… interesting hotel… modern with a touch of classics," Miroku spoke to him. Little was he aware that someone was going towards his way. The figure was also too occupied with the pile of folders she carried on her arms as she could barely see her way to the hallways. Too late, both of them knocked and dropped their belongings: Miroku's suitcase and the girl's folders. Silently thanking the papers didn't fly all and scattered all over the floor, Miroku helped the girl pick up the fallen folders and handed them to her.

"Je suis très desolé, mademoiselle (I'm very sorry, miss),"Miroku apologized and helped her on her feet, gently gripping her elbow for support. When they both stood up, with their things all picked up, the girl gave an almost smile but then turned to a frown, a small glare of disapproval and a slight disgust.

"..Oh… It's just you..." the girl replied in Japanese, but in cold monotone, surprising Miroku with her answer. The girl kept her intense eyes at him for few seconds and turned around, continued to walk away and went to her destination. Miroku just stood there, shocked and speechless as he just watched the girl walking at a quick as if to get away from him like he was some kind of a walking plague. But he standing there still, wasn't anything to do about her "greetings" to him, yet it was a whole parallel universe that he just entered. He was rather fascinated at her feisty, yet vivacious attitude; her long brown hair swaying on her back as she walks; her brown eyes twinkled like sparkling gems when she looked at him; and her face that he described that it's beyond the face of an angel, but rather a goddess… His dream goddess.

"…wow…" was all Miroku could say. As he saw the girl disappear from his sight, he softly sighed dreamily and shook his head with a smile forming in his handsome face. Her face was now painted at the back of his mind and there was no way of erasing it. It will be forever planted in his head as he repeating the lovely girl's features again and again, hoping that he will bump into her again.

As he began taking his steps again and found the conference room, he opened the door and closed it behind him. The sight of the other company members present in the room didn't register in his mind as it kept drifting back at the mysterious woman she met, he was still in a disillusionment that he failed to give a proper reply to one of the members in the room.

"Ahh, Monsieur Houshi, welcome back to Paris. So, what has made your day so pleasant today?"

"…ahh, what a great ass she's got."

His own answer finally hit him and snapped him back to reality when he received such awkward glances from the other people in the conference room, later backed up with fits of laughter as Miroku nervously laughed along, slightly blushing in embarrassment.

"Uhh… Miroku…You can let go now and… can we go home now?" Sango said as she slightly stammered and blushed lightly as she could see some people across the room began staring at her and Miroku. Miroku gently pulled away, releasing her from his embrace as he looked down at her and smiled, his hand brought up to her cheek and caressing it, then he slowly closed his eyes and as he pulled his head down and pressed his lips onto hers. Sango blushed more as she closes her eyes and gladly returned his kiss. Neither of them cared that there are people around the restaurant looking at them at awe and amazement and slight annoyance that they put on a public display of affection in the middle of the room. Both of them felt great satisfaction and happiness. They love each other and nothing will break and tear them apart. Finally, both of them pulled away from the kiss and smiled at each other.

"Come on, my bride-to-be… let's go home," Miroku whispered as he kissed her cheek one more time, helping Sango by pulling out her chair for her and walked out to the door, together with their fingers intertwined as they are waiting outside for their limo driver.

"So what were you thinking a moment ago, Miroku? It's like you fell in a frozen time or something," Sango asked as she turned to face him. Miroku just chuckled and looked at his beautiful fiancée.

"Oh nothing to worry, my dear… I was just thinking about your perfectly-shaped derriere, that's all."

There were no words he heard after his reply, but instead, he got a smack on the back of his head. He just grinned at his annoyed Sango…

"Hentai."