Flower Delivery
Why Miroku couldn't bring the flowers to her himself, he would never know. All he knew was that he was standing in the middle of a hallway in a (apparently prestigious) all women's college, holding a ridiculously large bouquet of red roses. Shifting the flowers in his hand, he raised one fist and pounded on the door again. The bulletin board glued to the front of the door shook with each ferocious knock. Please open the door, he pleaded silently. I don't want to be caught looking like a whipped—
"Would you stop that? Kami, you'd wake the dead!"
Inuyasha had never been happier to see Sango's face.
"These are yours," he snapped, shoving the flowers into her face so suddenly that she nearly lost her balance. Struggling to wrap her arms around the stems and thorns, Sango looked around the blood red petals at Inuyasha's face.
"What?"
"Miroku had something come up and he wanted me to give these to you. And I did, so he can't throw away the rest of my ramen. And now I'm leaving."
"Aw, come on Yash!" Sango finally gave up and tossed the roses onto the ground. "You just got here. At least let me sneak you into the dining hall. Free food, you know."
He hesitated.
"They have ramen tonight," Sango commented with a small smile.
He turned around so fast, he nearly whipped himself in the face with his own hair. He could stay just a little longer.
