Authors Note: Wow! How's that for daydreaming!?
Chapter 3: The Plan
" But Sango, I-" Kagome stopped. She didn't know what to say.
"Please Kagome." Sango pleaded, "You know it's good enough!" Kagome nodded desperately.
"It's not that, it's--" Sango's eyes flashed. She sensed victory.
"It's wrong?" she whispered in a sad, flat tone. "I worked hard on this, to get where I am, and it's not even where I want to be!" Kagome took in the look of longing she saw on Sango's face and sighed, caving in.
"Fine." Sango smiled and hugged her ferociously. It had been two months since she had started, and she was still only doing paperwork and filing.
"Thank you so much!" She let her go. Kagome smiled and nodded, looking at the paper. It was good and she knew that she had inspired Sango to create the article that she held in her hands, and she was proud.
"Just don't be too happy, because I don't know if--"
"If he'd let an unpublished author be in his magazine?" Sango chuckled an airy chuckle. "That's why you're going to pass it off as yours..." Kagome's eyes widened in surprise.
"What!? No! Sango, I can't!" She frowned at the smile slowly spreading across Sango's face. "You worked so hard on this! You should get the credit! This is just wrong! I really can't!" Sango shook her head slowly. The smile Kagome saw was genuine.
"My work is going to be published, and that is enough for me." Kagome glared at her, but she just laughed. "I really need your help with this Kags." Kagome rolled her eyes and looked away.
"Fine!" Sango grabbed her arms and spun her around quickly.
"Thank you so much!"
"Kagome!" Kagome turned around hurriedly. A little red-eyed demon girl stood right behind her, a defiant look in her eyes. She was only one of the few full-demon girls that worked here. She had firey hair that matched her eyes.
"What is it, Moe?" The girl shuffled some papers around in her thin arms and looked down at them.
"Miroku told me to come get you. He wants to see you in his office." Moe turned and started to walk away, but Kagome grabbed her arm. The girl pulled away and her eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
"Did he say why?" Moe looked slightly annoyed but she still managed to be polite.
"No, he didn't, but I am sure that you had better hurry. I think it may be about your article." An icy feeling threaded it's way through Kagome's stomach.
"Thanks Moe." She let the girl go and walked to Miroku's office. She felt sincerely nervous. She had never lied to anyone, especially not her boss. She took in a fresh gulp of air and knocked on Miroku's door.
"...In... Come in!" Kagome did as she was told. She saw Miroku's face brighten as he took in her pink outfit. "Ah, my brilliant woman friend, Kagome. How has it been? How long has it been since you've been in my office?" Kagome blushed. She remembered full-well that that time was two and a half years ago. She had been his secretary before, just like Sango was now. They had had a miniature relationship. A fling, if you must. She knew he would never let her live it down.
"You called Miroku?" Miroku took in her beautiful visage once more. Ah, she was a sight to behold. Lovely, just lovely.
"Yes, my lovely critic." He gestured for her to take a seat, an offer which she accepted. "It seems that you have strayed from your line of duty." On his desk was an open copy of the most recent Goshinboku magazine. The page it was opened to was obvious. Kagome glanced at it and then speedily looked at her feet.
"Um, yes." Kagome blinked and looked up at him. Miroku smiled.
"Well done. It is an amazing article, which you know, I'm sure." He gestured to the article on the page infront of him, which not Kagome, but Sango had written. "About the discrimination against half-demons. Amazing." Kagome looked at him in bewilderment. Miroku rarely gave this much praise. He was smewhat of a perfectionist, and he liked things a certain way. "I think that--" There was a click. Kagome turned quickly to see Sango standing in the doorway. She flashed a smile in the secretary's direction and her friend quickly returned it.
"Mr. Houshi, a woman named Fuzuki called." Miroku blinked.
"Fuzuki..." His face held no recognition of the name."Oh, yes. Did she leave a message?" Sango nodded, and Kagome noticed a new sparkle light up in her eyes. "What was it?" Kagome saw the amused look before the words came out.
"She asked that I tell you to burn in hell, and that you should never call her again. Ever." Miroku's face lit up and he grinned.
"Well then, I'm free tonight." He looked at his secretary peircingly. "Maybe you and I should get together Sango." Kagome noticed her friends lips part slightly and a slight flush come to her face. It was obvious that she was embarassed.
"No. We shouldn't," she answered shortly and turned to leave.
"You know you want to," teased Miroku softly before she could leave the room. Sango paused with her hand on the doorframe for a split second before leaving. Realizing this, Kagome quickly excused herself and followed her.
"Hey Sango!" She said as she fell into step beside the pink-cheeked, flustered young woman. Sango looked at her.
"Hi Kagome." Sango sat down at her desk and began to jot down notes on a pad of paper. Kagome watched quietly. Waiting. Watching. Sango looked up.
"Sorry for interrupting your meeting."
"Sango, that's fine!" Kagome paused. She took in the sight of the extremely pretty girl infront of her. "What do you think of Miroku?" Sango paused for a moment, her black pen poised just above her paper.
"He's... interesting..." Kagome knew what that meant, and it wasn't good. She had been in that exact situation once.
"Don't fall Sango," she warned, "if you fall for him you'll fall hard, as it all crashes out from beneath you." Sango smiled in the amused way she had a few minutes away, nodding.
"Don't worry," she assured, "I just think he's cute, that's all!" Kagome sighed in an over-exaggerated way.
"Well, I've got to get to work." Sango nodded once again. "See you later."
Miroku sighed. What to do. Kagome's article had been stunningly brilliant, he had to give her that, but something didn't seem right. He had thought for hours and finally decided what was lacking. There was no Kagome in the words. Kagome was an amazing writer, an amazing critic, but there was one flaw she had. She was biased and emotional. The paper infront of him showed different aspects and oppinions which had been taken into account. Not only was there the authors oppinion, but they had interviewed the discriminators and discriminatees, as well.
Miroku heard a shuffling sound just outside of his office. He glanced at the clock. The green glowing numberd read eleven-thirty-seven. He stood up. Who would still be at the office at this hour? He opened his door and saw a rushed looking Sango sorting through papers. He walked up.
"Hello my lovely lady." Sango jumped at the sound of his voice and plopped all of her papers into a messy pile on the desk.
"You surprised me sir." She sounded slightly brethless. Miroku smirked.
"Do I always take your breath away Sango?" She shot him a weary glance before she looked down.
"Only once in a while sir." Miroku laughed.
"Oh, Sango! I am honoured to have a woman such as you practically admit that I am amazing!" He noticed her cheeks slowly turn pink, then flamed to crimson.
"I don't think I practically admitted anything," Her voice was quiet. Miroku moved behind her desk and noticed her stiffen. He grabbed a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his thum, middle and index fingers.
"Oh, come on Sango," he whispered smoothly, leaning so that his lips slightly brushed her ear. He was so close that felt her shiver. "You know you want me."
"Sir, I--" He turned her spinney chair around and pulled her up into a standing position. Once she was standing he pulled her close. There was a almost electric current between them. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest.
"I've told you, it's Miroku." Her pretty eyes were as wide as tennis balls. Her mouth was open in shock. How he wanted to kiss her. He would bet forty bucks that the shine on her lips was some fruity flavoured lipgloss. The thought was enough to make his mouth go dry.
"M-M-Miroku... I--" She stuttered. Miroku took her lack of speech as permission. He leaned in and kissed her. She responed instantaneously and that sent a shock rippling through him. He forced his tongue into her mouth and tilted her head back for easier access. He was right. She did tase like fruit. Peaches to be exact. He loved peaches. He heard a little noise of longing escape from Sango's lips when the pulled apart momentarily. He had never heard that sound before and it aroused him even further. They pulled back for breath.
"Sango, I--"She smiled and put a finger to his lips.
"Shh, don't ruin it." Her voice sounded husky, even in her own ears. She kissed him this time. Their need and want of eachother was evident. Moving around the desk, Miroku guided Sango slowly into his office.
The end of Chapter three.. What do you think? Please review!
I liked how this chapter progressed. I know it seems like it is going a little fast, but isn't that how Miroku opperates? Haha. Don't worry. There are many surprises up ahead. The next chapter is called, "Walking a fine line." What will Kagome do when she finds out? Read on and you will see.
This is Huggles signing off! (salutes)
