The World Is Not What It Seems

Chapter 10: A Night with the Enemy (But Not Really)

Sango's POV:

Flashback:

"I dare you to spend a whole night in the same bed as Miroku!"

I sigh as I remember what happened last night.

Miroku is supposed to come over tonight.

I might as well get this over with, right?!

It's Sunday, the day after the party, and if Miroku tries to do ANYTHING to me he will be dead before the sun comes up.

And whatever happens he will be out the door way before I have to walk to school, since I will NOT be walking to school with him.

Also I have made extra sure that Kirara will not be able to snap any pictures, unless she is inside my house (which I am sure she is not).

I go into the kitchen to get myself a snack, and when I close the fridge after reaching in and pulling out a soda, I hear a knock on the door.

I walk over to the door, still in my pajamas and wearing slippers since it's Sunday and I didn't feel the need to get dressed because I'm not planning on going anywhere, not to mention the fact that I'm tired from the past few days, and open it to see Miroku.

"Well don't just stand there," I say since he doesn't seem to be able to say anything. "Come in if you're going to, otherwise you can leave."

He walks in and I shut the door, and then we kind of just stand there awkwardly.

I sit on the couch, opening my soda.

Kohaku is staying over at Kagome's with Sota, by the way, so that I wouldn't have to explain anything to him about why there is a guy sleeping in my room.

Miroku sits down on the couch next to me.

"Miroku, is something wrong? You haven't said a word since you got here, which is kind of unusual for you," I say.

"Nothing is wrong, I'm just trying to, um, keep calm," Miroku replies.

"Whatever, you want anything?" I ask, pointing to my soda.

"No thanks," he replies.

"Help yourself to the fridge or whatever…"

I turn the TV on and flip it to a channel that has anime.

Oh yeah, Miroku likes anime too, I forgot about that…

I pull out my laptop and pretend it's a normal Sunday and I'm alone. Just me and my fanfictions.

If only it was that simple…

After a while I decide to go make dinner, which consists of ramen.

I tend to eat a lot of that since it's just me and Kohaku, but occasionally I try to make something a bit more… I don't know, just more.

But this time instead of making dinner for Kohaku and I it's for Miroku and I. What?! I can't just let him starve, can I?!

I make the ramen and then call to Miroku from the kitchen.

"Miroku! I made ramen, do you want any?!" I holler.

"Oh, of course, thank you," he says, walking over and sitting at the table.

I give him a bowl of ramen and sit down in one of the other chairs at the table.

"Thank you for the wonderful meal, Sango," he says.

"It's just ramen, there's nothing wonderful about it."

"You still took the time to make it, and I shall treasure every bite."

I roll my eyes. "Just eat."

After we finish eating and I go to clear the dishes he decides to start a conversation.

"So, Sango," he begins. "What kind of anime do you like?"

I am obviously a bit surprised by the question, but reply with "Anything, really."

"What are some that you have watched?"

I set the bowls down on the counter. "Let's see… Fruits Basket, School Rumble, Save Me Lollipop, Kamisama Kiss, Inu x Boku ss, Sword Art Online, Fairy Tail, Sailor Moon, Yuyushiki, Yu Yu Hakusho, Kirarin Revolution, Skip Beat, Rosario Vampire, Kamichama Karin, Mermaid Melody, Kaleido Star, Soul Eater, Baka and Test…" I try to think of more, but decide to just leave it at that since I gave him a pretty long list.

"Impressive, I guess, but have you watched Sergeant Frog? Or Ouran High School Host Cub?"

"Not yet," I smile.

"Who's your anime crush?"

I am surprised by this question as well, but answer anyways. "Tomoe from Kamisama Kiss. The fox-yokai. He's so amazing…"

It is true that I do get quite dreamy about Tomoe. Kagome thinks I'm crazy whenever I start shouting random shit about how much I love him and stuff. But every Otaku has to have an anime crush, right?! Or ten…

"Yours?" I ask. I'm not exactly sure that guys have anime crushes, but I ask anyway, since I'm curious.

"Hmm… Probably Himeji from Baka and Test," he replies.

Figures. On the show she's known for her figure and whatnot.

"You perv!" I exclaim. But my tone is quite playfully, and I smile throughout the insult.

"Oh, Sango, no fictional character could be better than you," he says, walking into the kitchen.

"Miroku, I don't like that look in your eye…" I warn, much less playfully than before.

"But Sango, what could I do to you?" he says, stepping closer to me.

"What are you even talking about now?!"

Then I feel something. The anger rises in me.

It's that hand again….

Before I know what I'm doing I basically smash the first thing I can find onto Miroku's head, which happens to be a plate, and he falls to the ground, knocked out.

So now there's a guy passed out on the kitchen floor.

My life just gets better and better (sarcasm intended).

I kneel down to make sure he's not actually dead, which he isn't, and then I proceed to clean up the broken shards of the plate, which broke when it smashed onto his head.

After that's finished I'm not exactly sure what to do, so I go back to the living room and open my laptop.

After a while Miroku walks into the living room, rubbing his head.

"Um, Sango..?" he asks. "What happened..?"

"I, um, smashed a plate on your head," I reply, but quickly add "You deserved it."

By now it's past dark, and after a while of him sitting and watching anime on the TV and me sitting and reading/writing fanfiction, I decide to get ready for bed.

"I'm going to my room to get ready for bed," I say to Miroku. "Don't come anywhere near my room unless you need to go to the bathroom or whatever, and DO NOT come into my room or you will die."

I walk upstairs to my room and proceed to get ready, taking my laptop with me. When I'm finished I open the door and go to the top of the stairs, unsure of what to do about the actual task that I was supposed to complete.

I go back downstairs and stand next to the couch.

Miroku looks at me, and I tell him I'm done and stuff, blah blah blah. He follows me up the stairs and to my room.

This is the most awkwardest thing I've ever done in my life, and I really hate Kirara right now…

I sit in bed at read (an actual book this time), and Miroku just lies in bed next to me. I try not to pay attention to him and just concentrate on my book, but my thoughts keep wandering off into unknown territory and I end up having to read the same page over five times because I didn't actually pay attention to what I was reading.

Why isn't he being himself? Wait I don't want him to be perverted but really?! What is he thinking about… I really want to kill him right now… What if something happens? WHAT IS KAGOME GOING TO SAY TO ME TOMORROW? Why did Kirara have to do this to me…? She's trying to get us together obviously but SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO MAKE IT THIS PAINFUL FOR ME WHY!?

All these thoughts run through my head in a matter of seconds. Why can't I just enjoy my book?!

Eventually I decide that it's useless to try and read in this situation, and I close the book and place it on my nightstand, about to turn off the light. But before I do I look over at Miroku.

He's… Asleep…

And he doesn't look half-bad, either.

Wait what am I thinking?! Grrr why am I so messed up in the head?!

But still, I can't help but think he looks cute while he's asleep. Because he does!

There, I said it. Or, er, thought it. Maybe it's the fact that he can't possibly do anything to me right at this exact moment.

Wait… What if he's dreaming something perverted…

I sigh and shake all the negative thoughts out of my head.

I turn off the light and lie down, facing away from Miroku.

Wait… But I usually sleep facing the other way…

Crapnuggets.

Oh well, like I thought before, he couldn't really do anything to me, right?

I turn around to face him, blushing. Of course there's no reason to blush, since he's asleep and won't know that I'm turning towards him. But still…

I try to sleep, closing my eyes and letting my mind go to the fantasy world.

But apparently my mind doesn't wanna go there, because my thoughts start to become various situations that could end up happening. Argh, I'm thinking too hard! Stupid pervert!

I open my eyes. He's still asleep, and facing me, too.

That that he wasn't facing me before… I mentioned that, right? Well maybe I didn't.

I close my eyes again, and eventually I start to drift off.

I awake to the feeling of… a kiss?!

I open my eyes to see Miroku. His eyes are still closed, although I can't be sure if he's asleep or not.

I quickly pull away and slap him, causing him to open his eyes.

"Ow, Sango, what was that for?!" He asks.

"You kissed me! What was I supposed to do?!" I exclaim.

"Whoops, I must have been dreaming…" he replies.

"You better have been," I say angrily.

"Well, um, sorry…"

It was still dark outside; probably about four in the morning.

"Whatever. You can go back to sleep. I probably won't be able to, so I'll go make breakfast…" I say, getting out of bed.

"Oh… alright, then…" he replies.

I walk downstairs and to the kitchen and then make breakfast.

This is going to be one heck of a day at school.