Dance With Me, My Dear

Whatcha lookin' at?

Her gaze locked with his and for a moment, he was unable to look away. Everything about her was beautiful; everything about her took his breath away. He took it all in with a gentle look of happiness…

And then, he hated her.

She was everything that Kikyou had been and more. For that, she earned his indifference. She was ten times more beautiful then Kikyou. For this, she earned his contempt. She was full of life – something that Kikyou had not been. Because of that, she earned his dislike. For being able to take his breath away, she earned his hatred.

Her gaze shifted, but she continued to stare at the mass of people, apparently oblivious to his watchful gaze. Her eyes, while not being directed at him, were still visible and in those brown depths, he could see her debating with herself: a moral conflict over her desire to do what she loved, or the sense of what she knew she should do.

Turning his head away from her, he reached for the mug of beer that had been recently placed before him. Lifting it to his lips, he drained it, letting the foam sit on his upper lip a minute as he turned back to look at-

"Staring now, are we mutt-face?"

"Keh, I do not stare."

"Whatever dog-breath, I can't say I blame you though, I mean come on… look at her."

"She's not so great." His colleague laughed as Inuyasha spit out his last sentence and turned to stare pointedly away from that particular girl.

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Kagome felt eyes on her, examining her, probing her soul. Her eyes lifted up and instead of hitting the familiar blue of her non-blood brother, she found herself gazing into empty space. Looking around in a daze of confusion, trying to find who had stared at her so intently, who had seemed to call to her very soul, if nothing else she did notice Miroku, doing what he wasn't supposed to.

He was sidling down the bar, eyes intent on what Kagome was sure was a pretty lady, or rather, a pretty lady's bottom. Miroku...what are you doing now? She got up from the table, grabbing her cloth, (which, upon realizing that it wasn't wet, dunked it in the pail of water sitting by her feet) and set off toward the bar.

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With the heavy sigh of boredom, Miroku gazed around at the bar. He noticed several things: first that Inuyasha was here; second that Kouga was walking towards Inuyasha, his eyes centered mostly on the inu-youkai, but with the occasional glance towards Kagome. Miroku looked back at InuYasha and followed his gaze, he noticed that he was also looking at Kagome; finally, he noticed a pretty woman sitting just down the bar. After shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the last thought he glanced back at Kagome. Several moments of indecision passed before Miroku decided Kagome needed his attention more. But that lady...she's so pretty...and so familiar... Abandoning his non-existent quest to save Kagome, Miroku sidled down the bar; being careful no to let his other customers realize that he was pointedly ignoring them. He looked around; making sure his boss – who would behead him if he ever found out – was not in the vicinity.

Miroku walked toward his chosen victim, his hand stretched out, further and further until it came into contact with a smooth bottom. "Oh my, you do have a nice bottom."

The woman, stood up off the bar stool, faced Miroku with a furious glance in her rich brown eyes. "YOU LECHER!" She screeched, a sound smack on the cheek echoing that, Miroku smiled.

"Definitely a worthy bottom."

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Kagome walked over to the bar, her smile as real as the clouds under her feet after hearing the story from a bystander. Miroku was about to get all that he was beat out of him by the 'younger' brother of the girl he had 'accidentally' grabbed. How can you accidentally grab someone's butt? Shaking her head, Kagome pushed through the crowd, hoping against hope she wouldn't see a scene.

Unfortunately for her she did and what a scene it was...

Miroku was looking like his usual self, or at least it was his usual after he had been slapped or punched by a woman, and if she had someone with her (which could include a boyfriend, guy friend, girlfriend, friend that's a girl, or sibling, and on his most unlucky days, all of the above), threatened or in a fight. He had a split lip, a red cheek with an embedded hand print, and a forming black eye.

"Hey, break it up!"

The two men turned and looked at Kagome, Miroku with a vague sense of happiness, and the other glaring at her for all he was worth. "This guy grabbed my sister's ass!" The indignation rining in his voice.

Kagome nodded. "I know he did, but..." She frowned. "Actually, let's make a deal. I'll let you beat the crap out of Miroku if you've never, in your entire life, stared at a woman with lust in your eyes, or sex on the brain."

Miroku's look of happiness became a much sought-after fairytale as it changed to one of full-out panic. Kagommmeeeeeeee! Don't do this to meeeee! I promise I'll be good for the next week! Realizing that even if he were to plead with Kagome, it would be very dangerous, especially in a moment like this because she could always change her mind, Miroku switched tactics. Oh, God! Please let Kagome's idea work! I'm too young to die!

The young man in front of Kagome glared at her. "You know, not all men," he said, spitting out the word men, "are like he is."

"So you mean that you've never once looked at a girl, and gone 'man, she's a hottie' and wondered about getting her phone number?"

The young man shook his head.

"Oh, well then, feel free to beat the crap out of Miroku. Just make sure he can work afterwards, he still has a couple hours left on his shift." Great just my luck to pick the only gay guy in the bar! So much for that idea...sorry Miroku...I'll buy you your meals for a week...

Smiling maliciously, the young man stepped towards Miroku. "You'll get what you deserve, lecher."

The victim, who had watched the entire scene with a certain amount of amusement (half amused half amazed at someone defending the idiot), stepped forward. "Enough Kohaku. I know for a fact that you've lusted after a girl before." Kagome winced a little feeling slightly guilty for assuming the guy was gay. The victim clicked her tongue and grabbed her brother's arm before he could swing. "Remember that one time you came to me, asking what you should do when you wanted to sleep with that young lady you liked so much?"

Kohaku flushed red. "Sister!" he hissed, "I thought you wouldn't have minded me defending your honour!"

Turning to the woman who had defended the lecher, she became all business. "As long as mine, and" nodding her head towards her brother, "Kohaku's drinks are on the house for the rest of the night, I won't continue this any longer."

Kagome looked over the woman, an amount of respect flashing in her dark eyes. "Agreed."

"I'm Sango, by the way". Kagome laughed, gave her name and returned to her post at the bar pouring her new favourite customer a drink.

If I owned InuYasha, Kagome and gang, I would be lying...not that I wouldn't mind that lie (but I think that goes for most fans of the series), but hey! I could get sued for that...and I definitely would mind getting sued...