Chapter: 11
Sango walked out of the Spanish class wearing her latest design; a thin strapped, corset-like red top that laced up the front. It showed a hint of cleavage but not enough to make her look sleazy just sexy. She folded up the shirt that she wore this morning and tucked it between her chest and design folder. Since she only had 3 classes and one of them was temporarily dropped, she decided to go shopping for the perfect pants and shoes to go with her top. Suddenly something bumped into her hard, knocking her stuff out of her hands.
"Oops my bad; let me help you with that." she cringed as she recognized the voice.
"Damn it Miroku. Watch where you're going!" she shouted as she bent down to pick up her papers.
"Sorry." he laughed nervously as he helped her. He stared down at her drawings picking them up one at a time to study them better. "Wow you're really good." he praised. Sango blushed as she made a grab for them but Miroku quickly held them out of her reach.
"Thanks for the compliment now give them back." she demanded holding out her hand. Miroku didn't seem to pay attention.
"Who's your inspiration?" he asked after a pause giving her papers back to her.
"I'm my own inspiration." she placed them back in her folder. "But I look up to Cara Usagi. I think her designs are the greatest." She began to walk; Miroku right beside her.
"Oh really? What do you like about her?" he watched as she placed a smile on her face
"Everything. I love how she can make a boring business suit and turn into a sexy outfit but still look professional. How she can take in material of clothing and make it her own unique style. Not only can she run her own business but she can also balance her personal life too; being a loving wife and mother. I admire her so much; I wanna be half as good as she is when I become a designer." This was just too perfect. thought Miroku.
"What if I told you I knew Cara Usagi and that you could meet her right now?" Sango snorted a laugh.
"I'd say you were lying." Miroku grinned.
"But what if I wasn't?" Sango gave it some thought.
"I'd say you'd want something in return." Miroku looked up at the ceiling as if considering it.
"If I take you to meet Cara Usagi in person you go out on a date with me." she pursed her lips; there was just no way he knew her idol. She had no doubt that he was bluffing but she played along anyways.
"Ok. If I meet with Cara Usagi and have a personal conversation with her, then, and only then will I go out with you." Miroku grinned from ear to ear before grabbing her hand and leading the way towards the lot.
"What are you doing?" Sango squealed as she dug her heels into the ground. Miroku stopped and turned around to look at her.
"Like I said, to meet Mrs. Usagi." Sango's mouth dropped open.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah now come on."
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Bankotsu sat the shade underneath a tree. He had a free period before his last class, so he beside to read a book and relax; trying to clear his thoughts. He had a lot to sort out;
1) the hunters were trying to kill him and his friends before a certain event happened but they weren't sure what and when.
2)The enemy was here and they didn't know who they were or what they looked like. Even though Rin and Kouga gave a description, the profile fit half the student body.
And 3) Jakotsu was making moves on him and he couldn't do anything to stop it. At first it was just innocent flirting; Jakotsu telling him how sexy he was and all, but then it turned into groping and grabbing. He didn't mind it really but they had only known each other for 3 days and Bankotsu liked to take relationships slow; getting to know the person first before getting psychical. Also it seemed that he was popping up into every one of his classes so it felt like he was being suffocated with all his attention. Bankotsu also consider the fact that he could be one of the hunters as well; he had an average build, black hair that probably went to his shoulders if he didn't keep it tied up all the time, and black eye. So he decided to let Jakotsu keep fondling him as long for professional reasons and personal ones. His ears perked up at the footsteps coming his way.
"Bankotsu!" UHHHH! Speaking of the devil. Bankotsu put on a fake polite smile as he turned and waved.
"Hey…Jakotsu. Whatcha been up to?" Besides working my last nerve. He was wearing a yellow silk shirt tucked in fitted jeans and white Nikes. He plopped down next to him
"Nothing much. What are you reading.?" He tilted the book so that he could see the title. "War and Peace!? Isn't that the most complicated book to read?" (A/n: never read it before and don't plan to) Bankotsu shrugged.
"Not really, at least not to me." he said, continuing his reading; he didn't get far as he felt Jakotsu's hand on his inner thigh working its way up.
"Wow. Smart, sexy and talented. The total package." he leaned in a licked the shell of his ear. Bankotsu put his book down and took a calm breath; he could feel one of his rages coming on and he didn't want to hurt him. He calmly put both hands on Jakotsu and shoved him back firmly.
"Ok…um Jakotsu… I like you and all…"
"And I like you too." Jakotsu cut him off putting his crotch. Bankotsu threw his hand off him.
"Look. In a minute Ima bout to snap on ya ass an you ain't gonna like. Now I'm trying to that all this grabbing ain't flying wit me and I want you to stop." (Bank using improper English; damn he was mad) Jakotsu looked down with a sullen look on his face.
"I'm sorry. It's just…it's hard being gay and all and…"
"Stop right there!" Jakotsu head snapped up at the authority in Bank's voice. "Don't put down the gay card on me. You seem pretty content and opened with it so don't start saying how hard life is and all you want is for someone to love you all that other sob story bullshit. I can't stand it when people try to make homosexuality sound like it was a disability, a disease and that you can't live on with your life like everyone else." He closed his eyes for a second, taking another breath. "As I was trying to say, I like you but you have to stop groping me all the time. We barely know each other and I'm getting creep out with all of it."
"I'm sorry. I won't bother you anymore." he said getting up but Bank held him down.
"So how about we go on a date and get to know each other better. Sometime next week?" Jakotsu smiled at being given a second chance.
"Ok. I'd like that a lot. Um… I'll give you my cell number." exchanging phones, they programmed their numbers. "Ok well see ya later." he dusted off his pants before walking away. Bankotsu smiled before returning to his book.
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"Miroku are you sure you know where you're going?" Sango asked, realizing that they were leaving the city. Miroku just nodded keeping his eyes on the road; he had been silent since they had gotten in the car. He'd worked out his plan to find out if Sango was truly the enemy and decided that it was foolproof. If you didn't released your disguise the barrier, though slightly painful, would do it automatically. If Sango was the enemy the barrier's power would disincarnate her. This was the only way Miroku could find out who Sango really was. He gripped the steering wheel tightly; they were almost there. Please don't let her be the enemy. Please don't let her die. I promise from this day forth I will never grope another woman's butt again. He prayed silently to himself then thought about what he just said. Expect Sango's ok? Just please don't let her die. Please. Those were his last thoughts as he drove through the barrier.
"AHHHH!" he heard Sango yell as he hissed at his own pain both physically and emotionally.
"You dumbass." Sango socked him hard in his arm. "Why didn't you tell me we were going through a barrier." He was shocked as he looked over at Sango who was doubled over in pain. Her hair had changed; the tail was now a bright orange blending into a pink. She sat back up to reveal crystal blue eyes and a yellow stripe on her left cheek; the mark of the dragon was behind her ear. Miroku eyes widen.
"You're a dragon" he stated incredulous. She gave him a hard look, studying him as well; he looked the same except his eyes were tinted a sexy silver and markings went across both of his wrists; his marking was on the side of his neck.
"And you're a Wind demon." she said before setting her attention on the river beside them. Yes, yes, yes she's a good guy. Yes. Fucking A man. And I will keep my promise like a good boy and only grope her. Miroku smiled all the way to his house.
"Why are you stopping here." she asked looking at the three-story home. Miroku opened up her door, grabbed her folder and escorted her out.
"This is my house." he said bluntly. Sango snatched her hand away from his and balled it up into a fist.
"What are you trying to pull here?" She cute when she's mad. He held up a hand in defense.
"Chill will ya. I just want you meet my parents while where here. I promise I won't try to kidnap you or anything." She looked at him for another moment before following him into the house.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home and I brought a friend." he announced as Sango looked around the rooms; everything was complimenting the other from furniture to picture frames, to the carpets and wooden floors.
"In the parlor, son." said a creamy baritone voice. Sango followed Miroku in the supposed direction. There sitting on the couch was an older version of Miroku. He was typing something on his laptop before shutting it down, turning his attention to them.
"Sango, this is my Father Demetri Sauna. Dad, this Sango Hana. Demetri stood up to take Sango's hand; kissing it lightly on the back.
"A pleasure to meet you. Miroku has never brought a girl home before. You must be something special." Sango blushed; even though he was twice her age, his voice was making her knees weak.
"Thank you Mr. Sauna and might I say that you have a lovely home."
"Thanks, but I can't take any of the credit. My wife does all of the decorating." He sat back down. "Please Sango have a seat." she did so.
"What do you do Mr. Sauna?" before he could answer Miroku spoke for him.
"Dad's a scientist." Sango's mouth dropped open.
"You? A scientist? But you look like you should be a model or a strip…." Sango slapped a hand over her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Both Miroku and Demetri laughed while Sango blushed feeling like a fool. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to imply that…well I mean…"
"It's alright Sango. You're not the first woman to tell me something like that and you won't be the last. Just don't let my wife hear you say that. She can be quite the jealous type."
"I am not." Cara said coming from kitchen carrying a tray of cookies. Sango's eyes bugged out of her head, her breathing was very labored. There right in front of her was her idol, Cara Usagi.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Cara said extending her hand. Sango brain was not functioning, she couldn't move. Cara just smiled at her, lowering her hand.
"Mom, Sango her is an aspiring fashion designer. I brought her here because you're her idol." Sango shook her head trying to clear make out what Miroku just said.
"Mom? She's your mother?" Miroku just nodded his head. "You tricked me." Miroku played a hurt look on his face.
"Trick you Sango? Why, I did no such thing. I said I knew Cara Usagi, and that you could meet her. I just didn't tell you she was my mom." he backed away as he could visible see her aurora growing. Then she took a deep breath.
"I'll get you later." she warned before turning her attention to Cara finally raising her hand.
"Hi, I'm Sango Hana and it's a really big pleasure of meeting you." Cara's smile never faded as she took Sango's hand in hers.
"It's really mice to meet you too. Are you Miroku's girlfriend?" Sango paled.
"NO! Not at all. We're just classmates." For now. thought Miroku. "I just can't believe I'm actually talking to you. I really admire you Ms. Cara really. I love your work." she was shaking slightly with excitement.
"I love my work too." she leaned over to take a cookie. "and that top you're wearing. Did you make that?" Sango blushed as she looked down at her blouse.
"Ye…yes I made it." she couldn't believe that Cara Usagi liked her design.
"Do you have any of drawings with you? I would love to see them." she felt like she was ready to pass out. This was dream, it had to be.
"Um… yes I did…" she felt around the couch looking for it. "I just don't know where I put it." She stopped when she saw Miroku hand her folder to his mother. Cara opened it flipping through it slowly, her husband leaning over to see as well. Sango rubbed her clammy hands on her jeans as she waited for her comments.
"You're really good." Demetri replied, Cara shaking her head in agreement.
"You can tell that you haven't had any real training but overall they're good. With a little work and guidance you'll be better." Sango's face lit up as she heard those words.
"Thank you Ms. Cara."
"Sweetheart are you offering to help?" Demetri asked as he nuzzled her neck. Cara nodded.
"Why don't we discuss this over lunch." she said. Sango's day was getting better and better.
"Ok. Let me make a call first." She dug out her phone and pressed Kagome's number.
"Yeah Sango?"
"Hey, I won't be home till later ok."
"Why what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you all about it when I get home. K?"
"Ok. I'm shopping anyways. You want anything?"
"A pair of black sexy heels."
"Ok. See ya later."
"Later." she hung up. Everyone got up to go to the kitchen.
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I walked in to the dorm carrying at lot shopping bags; I lost track after 20. I'll admit, I didn't need all of these clothes but what's a girl suppose to do. I mean you pick out a blouse and then you're like 'ooh this pants will go great with it' and then you need shoes and a belt, matching bras and panties to match the outfit, jewelry, hair accessories and before you know it, you're walking out of the store with like 100 things. It's a conspiracy I tell you; oh well at least I'll look cute. I went to my room and started hanging my new stuff. I looked at the clock when I was done; 6:45 p.m. Sango still wasn't back. Oh well, she probably having fun where ever she at. I went over to feed Kirara then to take a shower. Afterwards I put on dark gray pajama shorts and a black T-shirt. 'I don't have issues. I have novels.' were written in big white letter on the front. I went over to the fridge to get something to eat. There was absolute nothing in there; I mean it was fully stocked but nothing that I wanted. I signed heavily.
KNOCK, KNOCK
I looked towards the door. Wonder who that is I thought as I walked over and opened the door.
TBC
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