Disclaimer: Though I would love it, I do NOT own anything. Not Inuyasha, not Kagome, Kikyo, Sango, Miroku, Sesshoumaru or any other character from Inuyasha!
Sorry it's taken so long. I've been in school, doing work for my slave driver most call a mother, sleeping and have also come down with a bad case of . . .Writer's Block. (If you've read my profile, you'd know that . . .) Now, let's get this party started! P.S. I think this one will be really long. So, get ready!
Chapter Seven: A Short Day Before the Dance
No! You can't wear that, Sango! That would look terrible! Eww! Sango laughed as Kagome yelled about what she was going to wear. You have to beat Koharu! She's evil. Chant it in your head. Koharu is evil. Koharu is evil!
"Okay, okay. I'm chanting. I'm chanting. Fine, I won't wear the blue." After all, she thought, it's too plain for you, Kagome. She chuckled to herself. "So I'm back at the green and pink or the black and red." Green and pink was cute, soft and shy, while black and red was more figure forming, sexy, but still covered her skin. "Kagome, Miroku won't care either way. As long as he gets to look at my ass, he'll be fine."
Both laughed and Sango decided which dress she would wear. After another debate about shoes, Sango hung up, smiling at her outfit. Two days and counting before the Winter Ball. Miroku was pleased with himself for finally getting the girl he had been feeling up for years, and the school cheered him on.
The only problem was he still wasn't her boyfriend, only the guy friend/date. That's what they had said that they would be, but neither wanted it that way.
Just down the street, Miroku paced. Two days. What to do tomorrow? Bring her flowers? Greet her at school with a kiss on the hand, cheek? What? Giving up on anything, he called the only source of information . . .Inuyasha.
Nani? The voice snapped. Yep, that was Inuyasha, alright. No doubt.
"Question." Miroku wanted to chuckle. Inuyasha was in bed by now. Ten o'clock and the boy was too tired to do anything but sleep. "What do I do?"
Hang up and die! Replied Miroku's savior.
"I can't until I get an answer."
A sigh. What do you want to know?Yes, thank you Buddha!
"What do I do tomorrow? About Sango, I mean?"
On the other line, Inuyasha yawned, stretched and rubbed his tired eyes. "Well, for one thing, no touching her ass!"
Got that.
"Next, give her a flower. Only one! Give her too many, she won't have anywhere to put them and she'll complain all day." Yep, that was how he had gotten repaid for giving a dozen roses to Kagome. He had learned that less is better. "Then, kiss her on the cheek. If you go for the lips, it'll be too fast. Believe me." Again, he had learned the hard way. "And when you part, thank her for the chance to go out with her. Now leave me alone!"
Miroku winced as his best friend slammed the phone down, making a very loud sound. Miroku counted to three, heard the phone ring and picked it up. "Yes?"
Don't even think about telling Kagome! This time Miroku pulled the phone away quickly. He smirked and set the phone down.
"Thanks, pal." So, he was off. A quick trip to the flower shop down the road, and he would be set. He stopped dead in his tracks when he looked at the clock. Damn . . .Ten . . .Yep, Inuyasha, and everyone else running a business was asleep by now. Damn. Well, guess that means I'll be getting up early.
The next day, Miroku had been on time to catch Sango at her locker before she closed the locker, and after she had opened it. Without a word, he held up a single white rose. She looked a bit shocked at first, but as her hand took the flower, he kissed her cheek softly. "Thank you, beautiful Sango."
Sango blushed and looked him in the eyes. "For what?" she stammered, putting one hand on her red cheeks.
"For the glorious opportunity to take you out. What else?"
They parted, Miroku walking to his next class, Sango standing there with Kagome, who had been there the whole time with Inuyasha. A small smile slowly turned her lips up. The blush was gone. Kagome giggled as she saw the two part. Miroku had almost run into ten open . . .and closed lockers on the way down the hall.
"How cute!" Kagome squealed as she pulled on Inuyasha's arm. "Isn't that cute? Reminds me of when Inuyasha . . ." Kagome paused, a pissed look on her face and flames bursting forth from behind her. "Inuyasha!"
The boy was currently tip toeing away.
"Sit!" He started to run instead. "Get back here you mutt! How dare you give him pointers!"
Sango wasn't listening, but she smiled again when she thought of it. Pointers? Miroku? Of all people. It was kinda cute. Normally, he knew what to do, say, wear. Miroku was a ladies man. So what made him so nervous as to call Inuyasha? Why would the boy that could sweet talk any girl in the world need help sweeping her off her feet?
Maybe he just needed to confirm those plans?
Either way, Sango was smiling as she walked into class.
"Well, children, four hours until the big Winter Ball! Does everyone have a special someone?" There were groans and sighs from the guys and giggles from the girls. "Okay . . ." she said, sliding her ruler (Yes, a ruler.) onto her desk. "Well, I was just wandering . . .Ah! Ms. Sango!"
Said Ms. jumped into the air as she tried to sneak into the room unnoticed. "Y . . .Yes?" she asked, looking up at her teacher, Mrs. Satoushi. (A/N: random name!) The woman smiled that evil smile as she crossed her arms and Sango crossed the room.
"Do you have a partner for tonight?"
A random student popped up. "Yeah, she's got Miroku!"
The teacher glared. "Down, Adam!" (A/N: Different name, but this is my English teach . . .Adam is a real person . . .) She turned back to Sango. "Go on."
Adam opened his mouth to 'go on' but Mrs. Satoushi shoot him another death. He was only silent because Sango slapped her hand over his mouth. "I'm going with Miroku." Not that it didn't shocked people when Adam said it, but when she said it they all gasped.
Dumb fool, she thought to herself.
Herself answered. Who you callin' fool, FOOL!
Sango sighed, sat and prepared for Hell on earth.
Across school, Miroku currently sat in his own sit, not listening to the complaints of girls or compliments of guys. None of them had Sango as a date. He did. It was so simple to think now. Surprising himself, Miroku took out a smile picture he had had since the day it had been taken. Sango was sitting on a bench in the park where they had met. It was only a few months old, but it was already cracked around the sides.
He had eight more, so no worries.
As he stared at it, he remembered it had been shot was only a few hours before her parents had died. She looked so care free back then. So happy. So content. Not like now. Sure, she was still great, fun loving and a little crazy at times, but not like in the days before the accident. That smile . . .He missed it.
A lot.
A scream sent the classroom into yells of pain. Pure, angry pain.
Koharu!
Abandon ship! His mind screamed a little picture of him running under a rock popped into his mind. No! I will handle this like a man!
Koharu walked in and that rock looked like a Buddha send! She jumped him almost the second her eyes landed on him. "Miroku-sama!" she squealed, digging her face into his new (Sexy!) school uniform. Damn, he thought, looking for said rock . . .Not to hide under . . .To hit her with! "I heard a horrible rumor in Health Ed.! You . . .You can't take . . .Bongo? to the Winter Ball!" She 'cried', hitting his chest in that drama queen fashion so many other anime chicks do. Miroku rolled his eyes.
"It's Sango. Yes, I'm taking her. And, no, I'm not going to change my mind." Pushing her off and holding her away with his hands on her shoulders, Miroku shook her slightly. "You have a boyfriend, Haru. Three! Go with one of them and leave me, and Sango, alone!"
He started to walk away, (A/N Yes, out of his own class.) but Koharu jumped him again. "Please . . ."
Miroku bumped into Kagome, who bumped into Inuyasha, who bumped into Kouga and somewhere along the long line hit the principal. "Shit." Miroku, Kouga, Inuyasha and even Kagome whispered, making the word sound oh so much louder than the whisper it had been. Mr. Takatori (A/N who the hell is that?) looked at the four friends (Koharu had bolted) and pointed to his office.
Half an hour later, each with a lovely pink slip (D-Hall) and a frown, Inuyasha grabbed Miroku's shirt, pulling him forward. "What the hell did ya do that for?!" he yelled, a very loud curse exploding after the sentence and a fearful Kagome trying to keep her very violent, very pissed boyfriend from pounding their best friend.
"Miroku!" Ah, just in time, Koharu! Miroku hissed and nodded a head toward the running drama queen. Her!Miroku mouthed to the other three, his eye twitching. Inuyasha quickly threw Miroku behind him, stomping a foot down as he turned toward the 'Hottest' girl in school.
Ah, hell, she's not so great looking, a voice laughed in the silver haired boy's mind. Kuso! (Both Miroku and Inuyasha are losing it!) "What the hell?" he threw out a very muscular arm to block the girl from glomping his best friend. Kouga took one side, Inuyasha the other as Miroku escaped. "Why, in all of the school, are you chasing Miroku?"
Koharu put a hand to her mouth, anime style, and looked at the two boys with big, teary eyes. "I . . .I want . . .I want to be with him!"
(Moment please for the author to curse Koharu . . .)
(Thank you!)
Kagome rolled her eyes. Oh, this was just great! History just loved to repeat itself, it seemed. Let Kagome tell you this in 'flashback' form.
!!!!Flashback!!!!
Kagome and co. sat in the same old park, having a high old time before Sango's parents arrived back from America. It had been a gift from Sango and Kohaku for their parents for their twentieth anniversary. They had saved up, worked their asses (excuse my language) off, and had family friends pitch in. Kagome and the others had helped, of course.
The two girls were laughing about how Miroku needed a girlfriend, Sango only agreeing really, but hesitantly. Even back then (like it was a long time ago!) Sango had like Miroku. Miroku had liked her, too, but he was a guy. Guys didn't say crap like that until they were ready for a steady girlfriend . . .or a girl that would put out. Same difference to a guy.
The day was beautiful. The sky was three different colors of blue, white and gray. (No not just those three colors, three of each!) The sun was already threatening to set, the birds singing their lullaby's, the children walking home with, or without, their parents, and the small group of friends just sat there, talking. Kouga was sitting at Kagome's feet, Sango's feet on him. The two girls sat between Inuyasha (left) and Miroku (right), each with a guy's arm around their shoulders as always. Houjo was passing out the last of the ramune before sitting beside the cooler in front of the group.
One drink short, Miroku and Sango sipped from the same bottle. Kagome smiled at the scene as Sango and Miroku whispered back a forth to each other, giggling and laughing as the rest of then talked randomly about the air speed velocity of a swallow. (A/N don't ask!)
About ten minutes later, as they were preparing to leave, a girl ran up to Miroku and hugged him. "I love you!"
. . .still silent . . .
Inuyasha broke said silence. "Miroku, have something to tell us?"
The boy rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I asked the wrong girl the wrong question."
That's right! 'Will you bear my child' had slipped out after a night Miroku didn't remember. It was really all Kouga's fault. Kouga was currently trying to hold back a laugh, but Miroku's fist slammed into his gut and all humor was lost . . .in Kouga. Kagome and Sango giggled before both slapped Miroku.
Long story short . . .Kouga got this hot little houshi DRUNK. On a school night . . .Underage.
Wow, that was crazy. Sorry about all the waiting. I had writer's block and schools back in. Worst, it's finals week! All next week I'll be giving you LOTS of more chapters . . .I hope!
Review, PLEASE!!!!
