Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.. but the idea.. (to my knowledge) is mine. Though.. I do wish i could snuggle up to Miroku everyonce in a while :starts going off in la-la-land:
Hey y'all! Sorry it's been sooo long since I've updated. I've had such a crazy life lately, and it's not getting any better, but oh well. Here's my new story.. it's coming along, but it's not quite finished. I have about 3 1/2 chapters written. I hope you all like it.. and again, please review.. bye's for now!
Sango101
Take My Hand, Steal My Heart
Chapter One
Let the Scheming Begin
"So, who is it?" I asked Sango one day, while she was at my place.
"Who is what?" she replied, acting innocent and all.
"You know, the guy you like. You've got to tell me."
"Nope, my lips are sealed," Sango argued back.
"Fine, be that way. That just means I don't have to tell you who I like."
"What? But I already know who you like. It's Inuyasha."
"Other than him, I like someone else."
"Yea, right." Sango rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I give. I don't like anyone but Inuyasha. Can you still tell me?" I asked, making my eyes big, and sinking my lower lip to achive my best puppy-dog face.
"Gosh, I hate it when you do that! His name starts with 'M', alright?"
"Oh, come on! There's too many 'M' names out there. Tell me the whole name."
"Grr. Miroku." Sango said the name very reluctantly, hanging her head, probably because her cheeks were starting to gain more and more color.
I just stared in amazement. I knew who seh was talking about. In fact, he'd been one of my friends way back when Sango didn't even live hre. He was a really cool guy, and I'm sure he still is, but his popularity and his looks got to his head. He stopped hanging around me because I was too "uncool." But hardly anyone knows who he really is. Hel ikes to hide that side of himself, unless he's around certain people. People more like him.
The only words I could form, and make comeo out of my mouth were, "Where'd ya meet him?"
"Uh, duh! he sits right behind me. Man, is he hott!" Sango released a long sigh.
"Wow." I was still speachless. I didnt' know what to say. I didn't know if I should say anything. I chose not to though I would later discover that was my first mistake.
Sango cocked her head at me curiously. "Do you know him?" she asked.
"Sort of, yeah. We were neighbors when we were kids."
"Really? That's awesome!" Sango replied, her eyes lighting up.
The phone rang making us both jump nervously. Talk about saved by the bell, well, ring at least.
I picked up the hand set, and held it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is sango there?" a childish male voice asked.
"Yea, here she is, have a good day Kohaku." I handed the phone over to Sango.
"Hello," she said into the reciever. She listened for a moment, and replied, "Sure, I'll be home in a few." She placed the phone down and turned to me. "I have to go, my foster parents need help with something."
"Okay, have fun!" I said, walking with her towards the door.
"Yea, really... see ya later!"
"Yup, see ya!" I closed the door and walked to my room, almost tripping over PS2 chords my brother, Souta, left out.
That night, all I could do was think about what I should do. I knew it'd end up hurting Sango, but I also didn't want her mad at me for telling her what to do, and who to like. I decided not to tell her, but to go after Miroku, and see if he'd changed at all. This, however, might be a big mistake.
I decided that it would be tomorow at school that I would talk to him. I also decided that I should make myself look extra pretty, to maybe catch his attention. I'd fix my hair and make-up just right, so it'd give me a sort of flashly look, but not too over the top. I'd then test his reaction, and see if it had improved since the last time. When I woke up, and did everything that was needed, my brother called to me from down stairs.
"One second!" I called back, grabbing my shoes, and walking out of my bedroom.
"Ssango called and said that she can't give you a ride to school because of some reason. I think she said her parents needed the car or something."
"'Kay, thanks Souta." I bent down and kissed him on the forehead, just for annoyance purposes.
"Gross! Why did you have to do that!" he exclaimed, wiping off the bit of lip gloss left behind.
"Because, I'm the older sister. Bye!" I tapped my shoes letting my sock fall into place, and walked out the door, heading for school.
It was a beautiful spring morning, with the cherry blossoms in full bloom. I walked peacefully, by myself, taking in the fresh morning air, and the wonderful scenery, untill a car pulled up beside me.
"Hey, do you always lok this sexy in the mornings?" called a deep, smooth voice from the car.
"I don't know, you tell me." I turned, flipping my hair just slightly, expecting Inuyasa to be there. It shocked me when I saw Miroku hanging out of the window. I guess it shocked him too, because he was speachless, and it takes a lot to get him to shut up.
"Oh, it's you," he said, almost dissapointed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes dangerously.
Miroku waved his hands as if to guard himself. "Nothing, I jus thought you were Kikyou."
"Sorry to dissapit you," I retorted sarcasticaly.
"No, actually, you didn't dissapoint. I'm actually very pleased."
I blinked. "With what?"
"You."
"Huh?"
"You know you meant to look that sexy for me. You miss our days together."
I had to keepmy self cals as my insides flared with anger. 'The little weasel figured it out!' I think to myself, but I keep cool, and just pretend to wipe lint from my shirt. "Yeah, right. Try this: I look like this because I feel like it."
"Sure, whatever you saw. You want a ride?"
"No thanks," I said, continuing my walk.
His car continued to dragg slowly beside me. "Why not?"
"Because, it's a beautiful day out here and I'd hate to be stuck inside with out enjoying a little bit of it."
"Whatever. Just hop in."
"No.thank.you."
"Fine, see ya at school," Miroku said as he sped off, obviously not up to a big challenge this early in the morning.
When I got to school, Sango met me at the entrance.
"Hey! Wow, I can tell you took a little bit of extra time this morning! What's the ocassion?" Her eyebrow rose in question as we walked towards the steps to our first class.
"Oh, no occasion. I just felt like it," I said cheerfully.
"You must be in one good mood. DId you and Inuyasha finally hook up?"
I lauged; the thought was good, but not true. "No, I wish though."
We sat down in our seats and fell silent, knowing that our teacher was very strict about talking in his class. The bell rang, and class began. The teacher lectured, students listened half-heartedly and took notes. Then something strange happened.
"Oh, I forgot the other part of my lesson. The movie I was going to show. Kagome!"
"Yes, sir?" I replied, almost shy and scared.
"Will you run to the art room and get me the tan envelop marked '1-2 Lesson: Movie' It should be on the corner table."
"Yes, sir." I stood up and walked out to run the errond.
As I entered the artroom, and went to the corner table, I didn't notice anyone else in there. Untill, of course, that someone whispered in my ear.
"We meet again, Ms. Kagome." Out of instinct, I jumped and turned around. I was slightly purturbed to find I wasn't the only one there.
"Oh, it's you," I said, recalling that morning, and not hiding any of my dislike.
"Thanks," Miroku replyed, rolling his eyes. "Interesting to find you hre in middle of class."
"I'm here on errond. What about you? Skipping class again?" I turned my gaze into a slight glare.
"Picking up a painting of mine."
"You paint?" I was shocked at the idea a person like him could enjoy doing so precarious and tedious as painting.
"Yes, it's the thing I'm best at, aside from Kendo."
Not that I didn't know. He's one of the best at kendo in Japan. He's won so many awards and competitions, and he likes to boast about it so much, it's hard not to know about it. It's also another reason why he's so popular.
"I have to go. My teacher is expecting me to be back soon."
"Oh, please." MIroku gave me a cockey smile. "Do something different for once. Don't be such a teachers pet." He started to advance towards me.
"Maybe some other time, and place." I replied, starting towards the door, envelope in hand. Sadly, the door required pulling, and he is stronger than me.
"Why not now?"
I crossed my arms. "Are you drunk or something?"
"No, or how would I have driven like I did thise morning."
"True." I had to give him that. Plus, he didn't smell like alcohol. "I guess you haven't changed a bit."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means 'once a pervert, always a pervert.' Now, please," I ducked under his arm, to the other side of the room, "I'm not feeling too spontanious, so let me leave.
"Kiss me, then i will"
"Oh, please! Don't make me throw up! I'd muchrather like to keep my food in my stomach."
"Hey!" he started to advance once more, this time, pinning me into a corner, with no possible escape. "Come on, just one kiss."
"I will not be subdued by your sexual wiles," I hissed. "Besides, your worse than most girls, whinning like that."
"Whoa, big words. Simple words, please."
"Sorry, I forgot, your stupid. I said, in simple words, 'I won't give into you.' Now, let.me.pass."
He started to lean in for a kiss, and when he was less than an inch away, the door opened. Standing there, in the doorway, was Sango. Her face filled with pain, and her eyes started filling with tears. In the next second, she was gone.
"What's her problem?" Miroku asked, rolling his eyes,and turning back to me.
"She has no problem!" I pushed him off, slightly shoving my knee into his groin enough to hurt him. "She's my best friend, jerk!"
I stormed off to find her. The first place I checked was the bathroom.
"Sango?" I called. No answer came, but I heard sobs, so I knew she was there. "I'm sorry, but what you saw isn't what you think."
"Oh yea?" A muffled sniff and sob came, then more words. "What was really going on then, since you say that's not what really happened?"
"I was in thre, getting the thing the teacher told me to get, right? Well, Miroku was in there. I didn't know at first, I swear."
"So you decided it would be fun to make out with thim in the process?"
"No, of course not! I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you! It was him, he started making passes at me while I was trying to leave, but he wouldn't let me."
"Sure. So you then decided to give up, and let him make passes?"
"No, I tryed to convince him to let me leave, but he wouldn't. He trapped me in the corner, and tryed to kiss me. Just as I was about to kick him, you walked in."
"Yea, but it sure didn't look like you were resisting. Actually, it looked like you were enjoying the experience."
"Right!" I said sarcastically. "If it was Inuyasha, I might have been enjoying it, but it wasn't. It was Miroku, and trust me, I wouldn't want to kiss him anyways. Besides, he's yours!"
That brought a small chuckle, followed by a blown nose. The latch to the stall moved, and clicked, and then the door swung open. "You better not be lying," Sango said, a smile slowly forming.
"Would I ever lie about something like this to you?"
"I guess not." She wiped her eyes, then looked in the mirror. "Do you happen to have any make up? I look horrible!"
"Yea, I do, but no, you don't look horrible. You could never look horrible."
"Right, liar!"
We sat there, laughing a bit while she put on some make up. The bell rang, and break began. "Whoops! It was that long that I was gone?" I exclaimed.
"Yea, you were gone at least 10 minutes, so the teacher sent me after you."
"Oh! So that's why you showed up!"
End: Chapter One
Let the Scheming Begin
A/N: YAY! First chappy of my new story! I'm sooo glad I finally got it typed up!XD Once again, my appologies for not writing anything, in like forever. I hoped you all liked it, and will read the rest of it that should be coming soon. Byes for now!
Sango101
