INUYASHA VERSION OF THE RING
~*~Chapter One: The Newspaper and Tae Kwon Do~*~
Sango-16 years old; Miroku-18 years old; Kagome-15 years old; InuYasha-15 if he were human (Omigosh, that would mean that Sango and Miroku are older than him! 0.0)
~Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha-tachi. *looks sadly at Miroku and un- chains him from the wall -^.^-, and he walks off while I pout* I do NOT own The Ring and definitely NOT Sadako! (Sadako is Samara's Japanese name. For those of you who have not seen The Ring: There is a strange tape. . .and now. . .rumors about it have been spread around. . .especially around schools. High schools. Teenage high school students talk ALL THE TIME about this freakish tape and now, they want to see it for themselves. . .they've made risky decisions that will take their LIVES. Literally. Then, if you watch it, a little girl calls you. . .yeah, a little girl. . .named Sadako. She tells you that you have seven days to live. "'7 days. . .you will die. . .'" (A/N: Man, I'm freaking myself out as I type this!! See, I came up with this idea at night. . .B-A-A-A-D TIME. . .I need a hug. . . *Some completely random person who I do not know comes up and hugs me O.O* Thank you, completely random person who I do not know. A scary story I hope this will turn out to be. If the movie scared you, this might scare you. A suggestion: read this with a friend. . .and in the day time! LOL JK Hope you'll enjoy this! *runs off, muttering something about destroying all the TVs in the house and moving to a cabin in the woods that doesn't have an old, forgotten well underneath it* On with the story! Please R&R! Thanks peoples!~
Sango got up from the couch and tossed another tissue into a mountain of balled-up tissues. She rubbed her now wet, red, and puffy eyes. She had been watching a very depressing soap-opera about a 23 year-old girl named Mamoko, since there was nothing better to do.
*"Oh, Mamoko, isn't it wonderful?" Mamoko's fiancé, Yoshida, said. (A/N: I
don't know if that's a male Japanese name, but. . .) "What's wonderful, dear? Besides the lovely weather in the park. . ." Mamoko asked. "Us being
married, honey!" "Oh yes! Of course!" *
*Suddenly, a masked man in black, came up behind the newly engaged couple,
took out a pistol from his trench coat, shot Yoshida in the back, took Mamoko's purse, and hit her in the head with a broken beer bottle. Mamoko falls, bleeding, her amber hair, now soaked in blood. Someone sees her and
calls 911.*
*The next day, Mamoko wakes up in a hospital bed. She could barely hear what the doctor was discussing with the nurse, but could just make-out what
they were saying. "So, how's the patient, sir?" "Not too well. She's already lost too much
blood. It's highly unlikely she'll make it. . ." "Oh. . . . . .I see. . .poor dear. The nice fellow who brought her in seems to be a good friend of hers. He says her name is Mamoko and that she was engaged to her 29 year- old fiancé, Yoshida. . .such a shame. He was shot in the back and died at the very spot. . ." "I'll try my best to keep her alive." "That would be
wonderful, Mr. Fuji."*
*Mamoko started to cry as she heard this. She touched the back of her head, feeling soggy, bloody bandages. Yoshida died?! She just couldn't believe it. . .the next thing she knew, she saw the doctor come up to her and feel
her chest and mutter, "She has no heartbeat!. . ." Then everything went
black. She died.*
*Mamoko wakes up (as a ghost) and is surprised to be at a cemetery. She looks around and sees a headstone. . .with HER NAME on IT?! People she knew
were standing around the grave, crying with her parents. The tombstone read, 'Here lies Mamoko Negai, the loving daughter we have raised. Rest In
Peace. 1920-1943.'*
Sango walked to her front door, still crying quietly, and opened it,
picking up the daily newspaper, and read the top headlines:
BODY FOUND ASHORE
Just yesterday, a teenage boy's body was found by the shore of a lake. The time the body was found, was exactly 7:48 pm. Passerby said, "'I was just walkin' along the water when it happened. The cliffs surrounding the lake were pretty high up. Then I see a tall figure on the edge of one cliff. It just then falls down, plummeting into the depths of the water with a huge
SPLASH.'" Investigators will be sent out later to take a look at this.
MORE NEWS CAN BE FOUND ON PAGE 8B.
TO FIND OUT ABOUT TEENAGE GIRL IN CAR ACCIDENT, GO TO PAGE 10B. THIS
DILEMMA ALSO HAPPENED AT EXACTLY 7:48 PM NEAR LAKE OF THE TRAGIC
MISHAPPENING.
"Sheesh, two teenagers dieing. . .both at the same time?! Must've been a coincidence. . ." Sango sighed. (A/N: Coincidence? YES.) Then, the phone rang. Sango ran to pick it up. "Hello?" Sango answered. "Hello, Sango." A voice echoed. "Oh, hey, Miroku! You check the newspaper yet? Freaky, isn't it?. . ." "Yes, I was quite surprised." "So. . .what's on your mind?" "You." "No, really. I'm serious. What's on your mind?" "You SURE you want to know, Sango-Chan?" "Yes." (A/N: Bad idea, Sango.) "Okay. . .if that's what you want. . ." "Miroku." "Okay. . .getting in bed with - " "MIROKU! HENTAI!" Sango screeched. "WHAT?! You wanted to know!" Miroku complained.
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Sango looked at her clock. It was 6:30 am. "Oh-h. . ." Sango groaned. She rolled back over onto her pillow and squeezed it. She didn't want to go to her high school today. Even IF she and Kagome would be in the same classes together. She finally admitted defeat and rolled out of bed. She scuffled over to her wardrobe and pulled out a sailor uniform, the kind that Kagome wears. She normally doesn't like wearing skirts THAT short, especially how you know Miroku. . .but she thought it was kinda cute and slipped it on. Sango walked over to her mirror and admired herself in her reflection. "Nice skirt." A voice said. Sango gasped and whipped her head around to look at the door-way.
"Miroku! How'd you get inside my house?" Sango growled. "Well, you left the door wide open, so I just thought I would invite myself in. To see you." Miroku smiled, walking over to her, a wide lecherous grin on his face. Now. . .Sango was wearing a tiny skirt. He had total control! "Miroku, I am warning you: I've got my eye on you. Today is my first day back to high school with Kagome. I don't want the day to start out ruined by getting groped by you." Sango glared ferociously at Miroku, with cat-like eyes. He still smiled. He suddenly leapt at her, pinning her to the wall. "Miroku! EEEE!!" Sango squealed. Where was Hiraikotsu when she needed it?! She suddenly felt a cool, smooth, STRONG hand, slowly making its way up her soft legs. She flinched. This was NOT what she had planned for. "Sango, where do you want me to put your. . .clothes? Oh, sorry. . .I'll leave you alone." Sango's house-keeper said, blushing slightly, her hand covering her eyes. As the nanny walked out of the room, Sango made a pleading face at her, even though the woman had her back turned. Miroku smiled once again. "MIROKU! STOP CARESSING MY REAR!!" Sango yelled. She had finally gotten free, running out the door, grabbing her book bag, Miroku hot on her trail.
Sango sat down on the bench. She saw the bus about 100 yards away. "C'mon, c'mon. . .I don't have all day!" "You know, I have classes at your school, too. I didn't really plan on going there, but the school board said I should. Then they said you went there too." Miroku mentioned. 'Miroku, is going to my school? Am I DREAMING? Is this a dream come true? I just hope he doesn't grope me in front of my friends. . .' Sango thought happily. "So. . .where exactly IS your stuff for school?" Sango asked. "At the school." Miroku replied. The bus screeched to a halt, and the two teenagers stepped onto the stairs, climbing their way up, taking a seat located perfectly at a window, where the TWO of THEM could SIT TOGETHER.
Sango and Miroku stepped into the high school building. This was new to Miroku. But not to Sango, since she was here already for two years. "Sango! Hi! How're you - " Kagome shouted, but stopped, shocked to see that Miroku was here at her SCHOOL. " - Miroku, what're you doing here? You don't go here, do you??" Kagome shot a worried glance at Sango, but Sango ignored it. "Isn't it great, Kagome?" Sango whispered to Kagome. Kagome stared at her with a weird look on her face. "Did you just say what I think you said? You WANT Miroku to be HERE?" "Er, um, no! Of course not!" Sango lied, in a hushed voice. "Good, that's what I thought. So, have I introduced you to my friends?" "No, you haven't, Kagome." Miroku answered.
As soon as he stepped inside the building, all of Kagome's friends saw him. "Is this the baka who you've been talking about, Kagome?! The perverted one?" They all muttered to Kagome. "KAGOME!" Sango screeched. "Oopsie?" Kagome groaned. "Guess I got carried away. . .huh?" "You bet you did!" Sango dragged Miroku down the hallway. She had to share a locker with him. (O.O) She just knew it. She read the piece of paper she held in her hand. "224, 224, where's 224?" "Here." Miroku pointed. It was very large, definitely bigger than the one Kagome and Sango shared a year before. You could fit three book bags inside it! "Well, I guess we better get to class." Sango sighed. She was glad that when you first get to school, the teachers already have put the books you need for classes inside your lockers. Sango grabbed her geometry book and grammar book and headed off to the classroom. "See ya later, Miroku!" she called, waving at him. He waved back.
". . .So, the equivalent equals 25." The teacher said in a monotone voice. Good thing Sango and Kagome sit in the back! Sango just remembered something she wanted to tell Kagome. She tore off a corner of her paper and scribbled down the note, passing it to Kagome. Kagome took it and read it. 'Kagome: I just remembered something! I'm going to rent a movie this Saturday and it's my FAVORITE film! Answer if you want to come over and watch it. Sango-Chan' "Yeah!" she said to herself. 'Sure! See you there! Kagome-Chan' Kagome handed the note back to Sango and Sango read it. She looked over and nodded at Kagome.
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Sango dumped her book bag on her bed and ran back downstairs. She waved good bye to the house-keeper and ran out the door. She had her first Tae Kwon Do lesson in 5 minutes and it's downtown! She ran around the first two blocks, constantly glancing at her wrist watch. 2 minutes until it starts. She was surprised at how fast she could run sometimes. 1 minute left. 45 seconds. . .25 seconds. . .5, 4, 3, 2, 1. "Sorry I 'm late!" Sango gasped as she stepped into the doorway of the building. She noticed there were different groups of boys and girls. There was a group of 7+ year-olds, a group of 13+ year-olds, and, her group: 16+ years-old. She sat down cross- legged next to a brunette girl with long braids with little freckles on her cheeks. She had Pacific-Blue eyes. "Hi. I'm Miya. Who are you?" the girl asked. "Me? I'm Sango." Sango said. "Is the teacher here?" "Yes, he's in the back." Miya pointed to another room. Sango could hear footsteps in there. "I'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE, EVERYONE!" A voice called from the room. 'I've heard that voice before. But who is it?' Sango wondered. Sango gasped as she saw who it was.
"Sango? Boy, we sure bump into each other a lot!" Miroku laughed as he walked out. "YOU'RE the teacher?!" Sango asked. "Alright everyone, get in partners, and I'll teach you how to kick while jumping in the air. It's harder than you think." Miroku shouted because the room was large and he had to yell so the people in the back could hear. He started to walk over to Sango to "partner" up with her, but stopped because Miya and Sango were partnered up already. He frowned as he walked back to the front and demonstrated.
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"Okay, Sango! I think that was excellent! I would like for you to show the class." Miroku urged Sango to the front and groped her. . .in FRONT OF EVERYBODY! (-.-') "Hentai! Miroku, you baka! You would DO THAT in front of EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS ROOM?!" Sango screeched in Miroku's ear as she slapped him across the face. Miya stared, shaking her head. 'Poor Sango. . .' 'Oh, damn! Did I just DO that in front of everyone?? Crud!' Miroku thought stupidly. All of the girls stared at him. Miya came up and put her arm around Sango. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. . .is he ALWAYS like that?" "Always." They both burst out laughing. Miroku just knew they were saying something about him. He marched over after the class was over. "Sango, I want to, uh, apologize for the, uh, excitable manner of caressing your, er, uh, rear. . ." "Keep going." "Uh, I got nothing else." "Fine then." Sango walked out the door with her new friend, Miya. Miroku sighed. How would Sango trust him again?
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"I'm home! Are you here, Mrs. Ikumi?" Sango yelled as she stepped inside her house, calling for her house-keeper to let her know that she was home. She peeped her head around the corner and saw a wisp of gray hair pop up from behind a table. Mrs. Ikumi was dusting the furniture. "Good to know you're home!" the older woman said. Sango nodded and ran upstairs. It was Friday and that meant that tomorrow was. . .Saturday! Saturday when Kagome comes over and they watch the movie! She then started to think about Miroku. She sat down at her desk and pulled out her scrap-book of pictures of InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Shippou, and her.
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~My first chapter of my new story! YAY! I'm really glad I'm starting a new one. Excuse me for Miroku's bad behavior. Bad Miroku! ^-^ I hope everyone will enjoy this chapter. -^.^- =^.^= Please review! Thanks everyone! Catch you on the flip side! Peace out.~
~*~LuckyCloud9~*~
~*~Chapter One: The Newspaper and Tae Kwon Do~*~
Sango-16 years old; Miroku-18 years old; Kagome-15 years old; InuYasha-15 if he were human (Omigosh, that would mean that Sango and Miroku are older than him! 0.0)
~Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha-tachi. *looks sadly at Miroku and un- chains him from the wall -^.^-, and he walks off while I pout* I do NOT own The Ring and definitely NOT Sadako! (Sadako is Samara's Japanese name. For those of you who have not seen The Ring: There is a strange tape. . .and now. . .rumors about it have been spread around. . .especially around schools. High schools. Teenage high school students talk ALL THE TIME about this freakish tape and now, they want to see it for themselves. . .they've made risky decisions that will take their LIVES. Literally. Then, if you watch it, a little girl calls you. . .yeah, a little girl. . .named Sadako. She tells you that you have seven days to live. "'7 days. . .you will die. . .'" (A/N: Man, I'm freaking myself out as I type this!! See, I came up with this idea at night. . .B-A-A-A-D TIME. . .I need a hug. . . *Some completely random person who I do not know comes up and hugs me O.O* Thank you, completely random person who I do not know. A scary story I hope this will turn out to be. If the movie scared you, this might scare you. A suggestion: read this with a friend. . .and in the day time! LOL JK Hope you'll enjoy this! *runs off, muttering something about destroying all the TVs in the house and moving to a cabin in the woods that doesn't have an old, forgotten well underneath it* On with the story! Please R&R! Thanks peoples!~
Sango got up from the couch and tossed another tissue into a mountain of balled-up tissues. She rubbed her now wet, red, and puffy eyes. She had been watching a very depressing soap-opera about a 23 year-old girl named Mamoko, since there was nothing better to do.
*"Oh, Mamoko, isn't it wonderful?" Mamoko's fiancé, Yoshida, said. (A/N: I
don't know if that's a male Japanese name, but. . .) "What's wonderful, dear? Besides the lovely weather in the park. . ." Mamoko asked. "Us being
married, honey!" "Oh yes! Of course!" *
*Suddenly, a masked man in black, came up behind the newly engaged couple,
took out a pistol from his trench coat, shot Yoshida in the back, took Mamoko's purse, and hit her in the head with a broken beer bottle. Mamoko falls, bleeding, her amber hair, now soaked in blood. Someone sees her and
calls 911.*
*The next day, Mamoko wakes up in a hospital bed. She could barely hear what the doctor was discussing with the nurse, but could just make-out what
they were saying. "So, how's the patient, sir?" "Not too well. She's already lost too much
blood. It's highly unlikely she'll make it. . ." "Oh. . . . . .I see. . .poor dear. The nice fellow who brought her in seems to be a good friend of hers. He says her name is Mamoko and that she was engaged to her 29 year- old fiancé, Yoshida. . .such a shame. He was shot in the back and died at the very spot. . ." "I'll try my best to keep her alive." "That would be
wonderful, Mr. Fuji."*
*Mamoko started to cry as she heard this. She touched the back of her head, feeling soggy, bloody bandages. Yoshida died?! She just couldn't believe it. . .the next thing she knew, she saw the doctor come up to her and feel
her chest and mutter, "She has no heartbeat!. . ." Then everything went
black. She died.*
*Mamoko wakes up (as a ghost) and is surprised to be at a cemetery. She looks around and sees a headstone. . .with HER NAME on IT?! People she knew
were standing around the grave, crying with her parents. The tombstone read, 'Here lies Mamoko Negai, the loving daughter we have raised. Rest In
Peace. 1920-1943.'*
Sango walked to her front door, still crying quietly, and opened it,
picking up the daily newspaper, and read the top headlines:
BODY FOUND ASHORE
Just yesterday, a teenage boy's body was found by the shore of a lake. The time the body was found, was exactly 7:48 pm. Passerby said, "'I was just walkin' along the water when it happened. The cliffs surrounding the lake were pretty high up. Then I see a tall figure on the edge of one cliff. It just then falls down, plummeting into the depths of the water with a huge
SPLASH.'" Investigators will be sent out later to take a look at this.
MORE NEWS CAN BE FOUND ON PAGE 8B.
TO FIND OUT ABOUT TEENAGE GIRL IN CAR ACCIDENT, GO TO PAGE 10B. THIS
DILEMMA ALSO HAPPENED AT EXACTLY 7:48 PM NEAR LAKE OF THE TRAGIC
MISHAPPENING.
"Sheesh, two teenagers dieing. . .both at the same time?! Must've been a coincidence. . ." Sango sighed. (A/N: Coincidence? YES.) Then, the phone rang. Sango ran to pick it up. "Hello?" Sango answered. "Hello, Sango." A voice echoed. "Oh, hey, Miroku! You check the newspaper yet? Freaky, isn't it?. . ." "Yes, I was quite surprised." "So. . .what's on your mind?" "You." "No, really. I'm serious. What's on your mind?" "You SURE you want to know, Sango-Chan?" "Yes." (A/N: Bad idea, Sango.) "Okay. . .if that's what you want. . ." "Miroku." "Okay. . .getting in bed with - " "MIROKU! HENTAI!" Sango screeched. "WHAT?! You wanted to know!" Miroku complained.
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Sango looked at her clock. It was 6:30 am. "Oh-h. . ." Sango groaned. She rolled back over onto her pillow and squeezed it. She didn't want to go to her high school today. Even IF she and Kagome would be in the same classes together. She finally admitted defeat and rolled out of bed. She scuffled over to her wardrobe and pulled out a sailor uniform, the kind that Kagome wears. She normally doesn't like wearing skirts THAT short, especially how you know Miroku. . .but she thought it was kinda cute and slipped it on. Sango walked over to her mirror and admired herself in her reflection. "Nice skirt." A voice said. Sango gasped and whipped her head around to look at the door-way.
"Miroku! How'd you get inside my house?" Sango growled. "Well, you left the door wide open, so I just thought I would invite myself in. To see you." Miroku smiled, walking over to her, a wide lecherous grin on his face. Now. . .Sango was wearing a tiny skirt. He had total control! "Miroku, I am warning you: I've got my eye on you. Today is my first day back to high school with Kagome. I don't want the day to start out ruined by getting groped by you." Sango glared ferociously at Miroku, with cat-like eyes. He still smiled. He suddenly leapt at her, pinning her to the wall. "Miroku! EEEE!!" Sango squealed. Where was Hiraikotsu when she needed it?! She suddenly felt a cool, smooth, STRONG hand, slowly making its way up her soft legs. She flinched. This was NOT what she had planned for. "Sango, where do you want me to put your. . .clothes? Oh, sorry. . .I'll leave you alone." Sango's house-keeper said, blushing slightly, her hand covering her eyes. As the nanny walked out of the room, Sango made a pleading face at her, even though the woman had her back turned. Miroku smiled once again. "MIROKU! STOP CARESSING MY REAR!!" Sango yelled. She had finally gotten free, running out the door, grabbing her book bag, Miroku hot on her trail.
Sango sat down on the bench. She saw the bus about 100 yards away. "C'mon, c'mon. . .I don't have all day!" "You know, I have classes at your school, too. I didn't really plan on going there, but the school board said I should. Then they said you went there too." Miroku mentioned. 'Miroku, is going to my school? Am I DREAMING? Is this a dream come true? I just hope he doesn't grope me in front of my friends. . .' Sango thought happily. "So. . .where exactly IS your stuff for school?" Sango asked. "At the school." Miroku replied. The bus screeched to a halt, and the two teenagers stepped onto the stairs, climbing their way up, taking a seat located perfectly at a window, where the TWO of THEM could SIT TOGETHER.
Sango and Miroku stepped into the high school building. This was new to Miroku. But not to Sango, since she was here already for two years. "Sango! Hi! How're you - " Kagome shouted, but stopped, shocked to see that Miroku was here at her SCHOOL. " - Miroku, what're you doing here? You don't go here, do you??" Kagome shot a worried glance at Sango, but Sango ignored it. "Isn't it great, Kagome?" Sango whispered to Kagome. Kagome stared at her with a weird look on her face. "Did you just say what I think you said? You WANT Miroku to be HERE?" "Er, um, no! Of course not!" Sango lied, in a hushed voice. "Good, that's what I thought. So, have I introduced you to my friends?" "No, you haven't, Kagome." Miroku answered.
As soon as he stepped inside the building, all of Kagome's friends saw him. "Is this the baka who you've been talking about, Kagome?! The perverted one?" They all muttered to Kagome. "KAGOME!" Sango screeched. "Oopsie?" Kagome groaned. "Guess I got carried away. . .huh?" "You bet you did!" Sango dragged Miroku down the hallway. She had to share a locker with him. (O.O) She just knew it. She read the piece of paper she held in her hand. "224, 224, where's 224?" "Here." Miroku pointed. It was very large, definitely bigger than the one Kagome and Sango shared a year before. You could fit three book bags inside it! "Well, I guess we better get to class." Sango sighed. She was glad that when you first get to school, the teachers already have put the books you need for classes inside your lockers. Sango grabbed her geometry book and grammar book and headed off to the classroom. "See ya later, Miroku!" she called, waving at him. He waved back.
". . .So, the equivalent equals 25." The teacher said in a monotone voice. Good thing Sango and Kagome sit in the back! Sango just remembered something she wanted to tell Kagome. She tore off a corner of her paper and scribbled down the note, passing it to Kagome. Kagome took it and read it. 'Kagome: I just remembered something! I'm going to rent a movie this Saturday and it's my FAVORITE film! Answer if you want to come over and watch it. Sango-Chan' "Yeah!" she said to herself. 'Sure! See you there! Kagome-Chan' Kagome handed the note back to Sango and Sango read it. She looked over and nodded at Kagome.
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Sango dumped her book bag on her bed and ran back downstairs. She waved good bye to the house-keeper and ran out the door. She had her first Tae Kwon Do lesson in 5 minutes and it's downtown! She ran around the first two blocks, constantly glancing at her wrist watch. 2 minutes until it starts. She was surprised at how fast she could run sometimes. 1 minute left. 45 seconds. . .25 seconds. . .5, 4, 3, 2, 1. "Sorry I 'm late!" Sango gasped as she stepped into the doorway of the building. She noticed there were different groups of boys and girls. There was a group of 7+ year-olds, a group of 13+ year-olds, and, her group: 16+ years-old. She sat down cross- legged next to a brunette girl with long braids with little freckles on her cheeks. She had Pacific-Blue eyes. "Hi. I'm Miya. Who are you?" the girl asked. "Me? I'm Sango." Sango said. "Is the teacher here?" "Yes, he's in the back." Miya pointed to another room. Sango could hear footsteps in there. "I'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE, EVERYONE!" A voice called from the room. 'I've heard that voice before. But who is it?' Sango wondered. Sango gasped as she saw who it was.
"Sango? Boy, we sure bump into each other a lot!" Miroku laughed as he walked out. "YOU'RE the teacher?!" Sango asked. "Alright everyone, get in partners, and I'll teach you how to kick while jumping in the air. It's harder than you think." Miroku shouted because the room was large and he had to yell so the people in the back could hear. He started to walk over to Sango to "partner" up with her, but stopped because Miya and Sango were partnered up already. He frowned as he walked back to the front and demonstrated.
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"Okay, Sango! I think that was excellent! I would like for you to show the class." Miroku urged Sango to the front and groped her. . .in FRONT OF EVERYBODY! (-.-') "Hentai! Miroku, you baka! You would DO THAT in front of EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS ROOM?!" Sango screeched in Miroku's ear as she slapped him across the face. Miya stared, shaking her head. 'Poor Sango. . .' 'Oh, damn! Did I just DO that in front of everyone?? Crud!' Miroku thought stupidly. All of the girls stared at him. Miya came up and put her arm around Sango. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. . .is he ALWAYS like that?" "Always." They both burst out laughing. Miroku just knew they were saying something about him. He marched over after the class was over. "Sango, I want to, uh, apologize for the, uh, excitable manner of caressing your, er, uh, rear. . ." "Keep going." "Uh, I got nothing else." "Fine then." Sango walked out the door with her new friend, Miya. Miroku sighed. How would Sango trust him again?
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"I'm home! Are you here, Mrs. Ikumi?" Sango yelled as she stepped inside her house, calling for her house-keeper to let her know that she was home. She peeped her head around the corner and saw a wisp of gray hair pop up from behind a table. Mrs. Ikumi was dusting the furniture. "Good to know you're home!" the older woman said. Sango nodded and ran upstairs. It was Friday and that meant that tomorrow was. . .Saturday! Saturday when Kagome comes over and they watch the movie! She then started to think about Miroku. She sat down at her desk and pulled out her scrap-book of pictures of InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Shippou, and her.
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~My first chapter of my new story! YAY! I'm really glad I'm starting a new one. Excuse me for Miroku's bad behavior. Bad Miroku! ^-^ I hope everyone will enjoy this chapter. -^.^- =^.^= Please review! Thanks everyone! Catch you on the flip side! Peace out.~
~*~LuckyCloud9~*~