THE LOVE DOCTOR
By: Kristin-a-dette
Sango is the new producer of the 'Heart-to-Heart' radio program. The host, Dr. Miroku Takekoshi, is a handsome flirt. She found herself reluctantly falling for him, and tries to keep their relationship strictly professional. But Dr. Miroku wants something else; will she be able to control her feelings?

Disclaimer: I'm broke, so I can't own InuYasha. But I do own crutches and a cast on my right foot. I'm a crippled girl… T-T Anyways, InuYasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, and VIZ and whoever else owns it. But not me. Nope, I don't own nothing.

New A/N: I just edited the first chapter, so anyone who read the original before, make sure to reread the first chapter again! Thank you:)

A/N: I got the plot from a book called "Only You", a compilation of short Christian romance stories. I mirrored the first chapter the same way in the book, but please don't worry, I changed many details and everything. And the next chapter is completely different! Hope you like my story and review!

CHAPTER 1

"You did what!"

Refusing to acknowledge the tension radiating across the table from him, Mushin Higuchi leaned back against his chair and grinned. It takes a lot to get a rise from the man sitting in front of him, and he just reached the jackpot. This was going to be fun.

"I'm amazed. This is my first time seeing the great Dr. Miroku Takekoshi panic over such a trivial thing. What would your listeners think?" He goaded with glee.

Dr. Miroku Takekoshi glared at him. He stood up in exasperation and paced around the room. He could not believe they did this to him! And it was at the last minute too! He paused and rubbed his temples. He glanced down and took an inventory of himself. It was not good. He looked like a man who lost control of himself.

He was irritated, and the smug bastard was sitting in his desk, smiling. He controlled the urge to reach out and punch him.

"Shut up, Higuchi. You're making my life difficult."

Chuckling good-naturedly, Mushin raised his brows at his employee. "Hey, what's done is done. I already hired the new producer."

"But why did you tell me this at the last minute?" Miroku restrained from yelling at him and grabbing his shirt.

"Now, now." Mushin rose and stood beside him. "Let's deal with this in a calm and sane manner." He placed a hand on his shoulder.

Miroku shrugged off his hand and glared at him. "Sane? You're telling me about being sane? What about you? I think you need to get your own brain dissected. I want to know how you got this ridiculous idea of getting this Sango Taijiya to replace Hachi!"

His boss sighed. "Because Hachi is retiring and we need a new producer. I don't know why I need to explain myself to you."

Miroku gave him a look. "Because I'm the one who gives your listeners the reason to tune in your radio? And because Hachi is the man who single-handedly made your radio station a booming success?"

Mushin chuckled. "You're not that conceited, are you?"

The other man grinned. "Of course not." Suddenly, his smile dimmed. "I don't know, Mushin. Hiring a kid to produce my show? What were you thinking?"

"I hired Miss Taijiya because I have a good feeling about her. She's smart and intuitive. She graduated top of her class."

Miroku rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, Dr. Takekoshi, 'Heart-to-Heart' is one of our most successful programs. Do you honestly think I will do anything to jeopardize our ratings? Who do you think I am?" Mushin frowned at him.

Miroku grinned sheepishly. It amazed him how this old man made him feel ten instead of twenty-eight. Mushin was right, though. Who did he think Mushin Higuchi was? Sure, he was an impulsive doer and an easy drunk, but he was also a no-nonsense, smart and very successful businessman. KRR 108.2 was only one of his pet projects, and considering the amount of publicity and money the radio station wass pooling in, it was hard to imagine just how wealthy the man was.

In other words, don't piss the big man.

Mushin lumbered over his desk and took a manila folder. He handed it to him. "Just give Sango's resume a look. She's not well-experienced, but she's good."

"Oh, so it's Sango, now is it? Earlier, you were calling her Miss Taijiya." Miroku smirked. Well, at least the new producer's a she. I don't think I could bear it if it was a man who's as incompetent as a baboon. I know how to deal with women.

"For your information, Miroku, she didn't want to take the job at first."

"And why not?"

"Because there is a horrible caveman who's ready to devour her the instant she sets foot here."

"Ha-ha." Miroku said sarcastically, knowing instantly that Mushin meant him. "No, really why?"

Mushin shrugged. "She felt it was too important a job for her. That's nonsense, of course. I knew her since she was little. I know how capable she is."

"So that's it, isn't it? You hired her because of your— connections." Miroku narrowed his eyes.

Mushin suddenly broke into nervous sweat. "No, that's not it. I just know how good she is. Come on. Just give her a chance. Like I did for you."

Miroku paused. Without Mushin, he would not be the popular love psychologist on the radio that he was now. If Mushin didn't talk to him into doing it, instead of struggling to open up his own practice, he wouldn't be able to write a book and help out people who were agonizing over their problems of the heart. Mushin gave him his career, and he owed him greatly for that.

"OK— fine, I'll give the kid a break." He sighed in defeat.

Mushin grinned. "Don't worry. I know she won't disappoint you. Oh, but I have to remind you though. She's a woman."

Miroku rolled his eyes. "And why do you feel the need to tell me this? I know that."

"Because I know you."

Grinning, Miroku replied, "Well, it's your own fault. You hired her."

He left his boss speechless, and strolled out the room. He smiled flirtatiously at the secretary, who smiled back, and whistled a tune. We'll see how good you are, Sango Taijiya.

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Sango Taijiya has two goals in life at the moment. One, to acquire a good job. She already accomplished this thanks to Uncle Mushin. And two, to figure out how to work the damn control board, which was pushing her patience to the limit.

"This is hopeless." She muttered as she pushed a button. Instantly, a red blinking light went on. She quickly pushed the button back in a panic. "What the heck am I doing here?"

Sighing, she leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes. Today was her first day on the job, and she was waiting for a Mr. Hachi Honda to come and show her the ropes. Out of curiosity and sheer determination of wanting to figure things out herself, she pushed a button. Then things went haywire after that.

She was in the control room, sitting in one of the chairs that were situated there. Surrounded by blinking lights and rotation dials, she looked through the window behind the control board. It was the studio. There was a microphone stand there, and a table with a smaller control board on it. A lone chair was located in front of the microphone and Sango realized that from her place she'd have a bird's-eye view of Dr. Miroku Takekoshi.

That's where my new boss will be. I wonder if he's as bold in person as he is on the radio?

She hoped that Dr. Takekoshi won't demand too much from her. After all, she was a rookie in producing a radio show. Would he be a reasonable boss— one who would understand if she makes mistakes? Or would he be a tough perfectionist, demanding that everything should be right and in order?

"Miss Taijiya?" A voice asked, and she sat upright. A short, stocky man with grey, thinning hair stood in front of her. She stared at the newcomer.

"Mr. Honda?"

"Aye, that's me. Did you wait long, Miss Taijiya?" Hachi smiled at her. My, she's a pretty one. I hope Miroku won't do anything to her.

"It's Sango, and no, I didn't." Sango lied. She stood up and motioned for him to sit down.

"Thank you." Hachi sat down in a huff. "It's getting quite difficult to walk around at my age."

Sango laughed with him. "That's alright. So you're—?"

"Yes, I'm the ex. Ex-producer. OK, let's get going, shall we?" Hachi grinned. "I've heard lots of good things about you, Sango."

She blushed as she retrieved a pen and a notepad from her purse. "I-it must be Uncle Mushin."

The older man smiled. "Well, you're in luck today. I'm going to be sitting in helping you out while you do both Inuyasha and Miroku's shows. InuYasha does a banter-slash-daily events show with Kouga, and it's less hectic than Miroku's. You'll probably get fewer calls for Inuyasha's, so it will be fine for the next hour."

Sango looked flustered. "May I ask a question?"

"Fire away."

"How many calls does Dr. Takekoshi get in one day?"

"Oh, about fifty to a hundred."

One hundred! "You-you're not joking, are you?"

Hachi grinned. "I'm not. But you don't have to patch all of them through. Just listen to them, choose the ones that will get more responses, and hand it over to Miroku. He'll take it from there."

He tapped a finger on the control board, and started pushing some buttons. "Do you know what this is for?" Sango shook her head. "When someone calls in to talk to the hosts, get their names and where they live and then put them on hold. Then I'll type their info on the computer and it will show up on a screen in the studio. If it's a so-so call, I'll just let it into the regular line-up, but if I think it has to get on-air right away, then I'll put 'Right Now' beside their name."

Sango hurried to scribble down the lessons. After two hours of CD sifting, control board lessons and events organizing, she plopped down on the table and sighed in exhaustion. She looked at the huge poster stuck on the wall beside her. It was a picture of Dr. Miroku Takekoshi advertising his show. He was grinning towards her, a dimple showing on his right cheek. His smile reached his intelligent eyes, and Sango smiled wryly. He's easy on the eye, that's for sure. I hope he's not one of those guys who combs his hair every five minutes and gets manicures all day.

Hachi found her looking at the poster and smiled. "Sango—" He began.

"Yes, Hachi?" Sango peered dreamily at him.

"I should warn you about him though."

"Dr. Takekoshi?"

"Yeah."

"What about him?"

"He's a bit— of a wanderer." Hachi grinned nervously at her.

"Wanderer? What do you mean?"

"Well, you know he's a charmer, right?"

"Well, I supposed so. You told me most of the callers are females who just want to hear him say their names." Sango frowned. When she heard about this tidbit, she was concerned. She didn't want to deal with hysterical women who were obsessed with a man they haven't seen before.

Hachi scratched the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly. "Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration actually. I don't want you to think 'Heart-to-heart' is like a harem."

Sango groaned. "You don't want to know what I think."

"Fair enough." He replied. "Anyways, I'm just warning you. Be wary of the doctor. Inuyasha and Kouga, no problem. They just have a quick temper. The doctor, well, you'll see."

Sango broke into sweat. "You didn't tell me the hosts have problems."

"Well—" Hachi grinned. "Just look out."

Sango gave him a weak smile. My first day at work. Gosh, and it's not even halfway over yet.

To be continued…

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A/N: Good day and thank you for reading my fic! Please review! This is my first InuYasha chaptered fic, so I'm kinda nervous. :)

Love y'all, Kristin-a-dette