Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor profit from this fanfic.
My first MirSan! I hope you enjoy.
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Sango eyed her opponent, waiting to use his movement to her advantage. Her martial arts sensei had honed her skills to an incredible degree but this new guy was more shrewd than most. Rumored to have won competitions, his graceful moves had been the talk of the class for the last three days.
She was nervous because he'd openly admired her skills while sneaking lecherous glances at her when he thought no one was watching. Since she'd drawn him as her opponent, she had no other choice than to prove herself in front of everyone. She was sensei's second in command, so to speak. The most well trained student of the dojo. Her reputation was on the line.
His intense focus on her mirrored her own determination. He would not win this! His right arm moved slightly forward, drawing her attention to it, but his leg shot out to kick. Faster than she could correct, he landed a blow before pulling her to him and over his shoulder.
Sango's back hit the mat, knocking the wind out of her before his apologetic smile hovered above her face. Staring up at him, fighting back her shock, she nodded once and grabbed his offered hand to help her to her feet. Bowing to him, she moved back to let the next person take a chance. Admitting defeat was hard but her training insisted that she learn all she could from him.
Trying to remember his name, she watched as Jinenji, a burly man who was quite nimble for his size matched off with him. Unfortunately, he became impatient as well and hit the mat hard. Everyone cringed as the downed man groaned. One by one, the newcomer laid the students flat before the sensei squared off with him.
Everyone leaned forward to watch closely. Riveted, Sango admired every block and blow while wincing at several sharp kicks. When the visitor hit the mat, several people actually cheered. Grinning, he stood and bowed to the sensei before being introduced, "May I present Miroku Nakamura. He is a former student from my Cajun days and will be your head sensei while I'm gone. Sango, you will assist him." Their jaws dropped before Jinenji asked, "Where are you going, sensei?"
Assuring the man it was nothing serious, merely family related leisure, the group broke up. As they gathered their items, Miroku paused at her side, "A few of us are meeting for dinner later tonight. Would you like to join us?"
Sango thought about it before agreeing. He had roaming eyes, but seemed harmless enough. "Sure, sounds good. Same place as always?"
Nodding, he added, "Great focus, by the way, but watch those fake-out moves. We can work on that." She thanked him while gathering her purse, admiring his physique as he moved away. Her friend Kagome stopped beside her, "He asked if you'd be there before accepting the invite. Looks like you have an admirer girl!"
Sango's eyebrows rose, "Is that right?"
"Mmhmm," Kagome answered. "And I'm admiring his ass just now myself."
"Along with every other female here," Sango griped. "And what are you doing looking?" She slapped her friend's arm, "You're engaged to InuYasha!"
"Yes, and I still have a pulse. Shame on me." Kagome giggled as they walked to the door. She waved as Sango moved away and stopped to swing her gym bag into the backseat of the car. When she backed up, Miroku was walking toward her. Registering his slightly too long hair, pulled back into a short que, his handsome face with full, sensual lips, and obviously well-honed body with a rake of her eyes, Sango strived to steady her pulse as he pointed out his vehicle which was a replica of hers, "I almost got into your car until I saw your air freshener."
She smirked, "Rental?"
He grinned cheerfully. "Yep. I drove here from New Orleans, and it was all they had."
She cocked a brow at him. "Something wrong with that particular make of car?"
He bowed, unrepentant. "Not at all, dear lady. I'm just more of a cherry red, top down, zero to sixty in 5.2 seconds kind of guy."
She tried not to read more into that, but his devilish grin left her little choice.
"So, you like quick starts," she mused. "Do you also prefer quick finishes?"
Behind her, Kagome who was eavesdropping shamelessly, nearly choked with laughter.
Sango, however blushed with mortification once she realized what she'd said. What had come over her? Something about this guy drove her nuts, and she couldn't seem to help herself.
Miroku, despite enjoying their banter took pity on her and didn't rise to the bait. He tipped his head to her, conceding the point. He had kind of walked right into that one. Then, gathering his courage, he asked, "Would you like to grab a drink before dinner?"
Sango was flummoxed. She couldn't deny her attraction to this man, unwanted though it was. But he was clearly a flirt and possibly a playboy, both red flags that had her hesitating to deepen their relationship. Already sensei had basically ordered her to work with him at the dojo, did she really want to go further?
Miroku saw her turmoil, and knew when to back off. "If you have other things to do, that's fine. We can just meet up for dinner."
She was going to agree to that, she really was. But then, over his shoulder she saw Abi Kurosawa watching them. Abi was basically a female player, and seeing her set her sights on Miroku had Sango suppressing a growl. "No, I have time for a drink."
He smiled, unaware of her motivation, and his blue eyes twinkled with pleasure. "Great! Your car or mine?"
"Well, we're here, so I guess mine," she answered.
He nodded, then got in and buckled up. Kagome gave a grin and a wave and headed out, bound for the shrine where she lived. Sango couldn't help but send a tiny smirk at Abi as they passed her in the parking lot.
This one's mine!
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I'll be updating this every Tuesday. 5 chapters total.
