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"Fine." Sango grumbled.
Miroku smiled. This was going to be easier than her thought. We waved a hand at the girls and the disappeared quickly, but reluctantly. (A/N- doesn't it seem as if Miroku is using these girls as slaves????!!! O_O)
"Sango, would you go out with me this Friday?"
She didn't see this coming. and started blushing.
"Well. I mean, well, I don't want to be in a restaurant alone with you."
"Oh you won't be alone." he replied. "All the other girls are coming on this date too!"
"WHA?!?!?!" Sango replied, eyes as wide as saucers. Then anger got the best of her.
SLAP!
"Heyyy!!! What did I do???" Said Miroku with a slap mark on his face.
Sango sighed. Why had she agreed to go to that stupid date??? Not like she had the money to buy a dress anyway. She looked at herself frustratingly. The person the mirror reflected was not what she wanted to look like. She wanted to be a knock out, which she didn't know she actually was. 'Why do I wanna look good anyway? Not like I care.' But she knew she did. And she couldn't help it. Suddenly she remembered something. Going into her closet and rummaging for about 10 minutes, she finally managed to pull out a Chinese kimono. (is that wat it's called?) It was made of the finest silk and had a black border. The vividly colored flowers that were stitched onto the surface made it stand out. Sango fingered the flowers, remembering when she got this dress.
It had been her mothers. Now it was hers.
She put it on and looked into the mirror. She gasped. Even she had to admit that she looked nice now. (I'll describe it later) Then she snickered. Were those girls going to be jealous or what!
Miroku looked about as all of the people coming on this "date" came. They were all dressed in fancy dresses that cost a million dollars for one square inch of fabric. Most of them had tons of makeup on. Blue eye shadow and blood read lipstick. He had to say, it looked kinda of nasty.
Then Sango walked in. His jaw dropped all the way down to the floor.
So did everyone else's at the restaurant.
She was wearing a Chinese kimono that fit her perfectly. It hugged her hips and showed off her skinny waist. Everything was, well, in proportion. She had glass slippers on her feet. The slippers were very unique and sparkled like thousands of diamonds. She had a matching glass and diamond necklace. Pearls connected by a golden chain hung from her ears. Sakura blossoms were angled in her hair, emitting a beautiful and pure fragrance. She was defiantly a beauty.
Miroku thought it was a dream come true as she slowly walked over to him. He was practically drooling. Every girl looked ready to cry and kill Sango, but she ignored it.
Sango looked a bit nervous, so Miroku, trying to get his face together and stop drooling, went over to her and took her hand.
"May I have the honor of escorting you to the bar?" he said in a silky smooth voice.
"Uhhh.sure."
Miroku stuck out his elbow, obviously wanting her to put her arm through it. Sango gulped. But it would seem rude if she refused, wouldn't it? Sighing she slipped her arm through his.
Miroku smiled. 'Can't resit?' he thought.
They didn't know it at that time, but they made a breathtaking couple. Miroku had decided to be a gentleman since everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. A lot of the guys looked like they wanted to kill Miroku and a lot of girls looked like they wanted to kill Sango!
Miroku held out a small wine glass.
"Do you drink?"
"Huh?" Sango was immediately pulled out of her thoughts. She had been thinking what the gang would do to her if they figured this out. probably kill her. 'Why not use a little wine to clear this all up?' she thought.
"Sure, give me strongest one you have," she replied firmly.
"Are you sure?" Miroku answered, fear in his eyes. Last time he had ordered for the strongest one he had been drunk for a least two days.
"Yes I'm sure," she sighed.
The man behind the counter gave her a weird look as he filled her cup.
"Hey missy, this is strong stuff, you sure you want it?"
"Yes! Now just give it to me!" Sango was a bit tired of people staring at her like she was insane or something.
The man sighed and passed her the cup. The world seemed to hold its breath as she put the cup to her lips. Taking a small sip first, just to make sure it didn't taste bad. Actually it tasted like fruit sherbert!
She drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone seemed to gasp. Everyone seemed impressed. Especially the guys. Especially Miroku.
One of the guys came to him. "Hey, can I borrow your girl?" he didn't even let Miroku finish. He just stepped over to Sango. "Heyyy, chicky baby! Why don't you come over here and spend the night with me?"
Miroku felt like splitting this guy in two for some reason.
Sango's POV.
All that wine must have made me drunk, because when that man stepped forward and asked me to spend the night, I shouted, "Hell no! Get away from me you bastard!!" I usually didn't scream.
Little did I realize that Miroku had seemed so tense, and now he seemed relived.
I ordered my fifth cup and downed it in one gulp. Dammit this had to taste so good! Suddenly my vision blurred. 'Dammit, I must bee drunk!' I stumbled over to Miroku and looked into his innocent little face. "I-I drank too much. I know it's not like me, but I was so stressed and I didn't know what to do. help me before I damage anything." 'Why was I telling him this anyways?'
But the last of energy gave out and I collapsed into his arms.
Miroku's POV.
I watched her fall and quickly caught her. I needed to get her out of here! She was too drunk. And to think she actually had so much trust in me to black out anywhere near me. Something in my stomach pulled and twisted. It was a feeling, one of guiltiness and shame. Besides, almost all of my relatives had been stabbed in the back by their lovers. And I had sworn not to do the same. But now. now I was in that stupid gang and there was no way out, well not a pain free way anyways. Besides it wasn't like she like me anyways, hopefully she wouldn't find out. Wait! I wasn't supposed to feel this way! If this happened then. well I didn't want to think of the consequences. The gang would probably kill me, or worse, torture me.
I quickly emptied my mind of these thoughts. The only thing important now was finding her a place to rest. 'What if I bring her home with me?' I thought, a perverted grin coming back to my face. My fingers itched, but that horrible guilty feeling came back and I quickly decided against groping her while she was unconscious. But I did decide to bring her to my house.
Sango's POV.
I woke up in a soft feather mattress. It felt so good here.
Suddenly I jolted awake and took in my surroundings. The room was a light sky blue color. It had wildlife painted on it. There was a mirror, a drawer, a nightstand, and a closet. The floor was made out of finely polished wood that didn't have a speck of dust on it. The room was filled with light and. another presence??!? My heart raced as I looked around for another person in this room.
I peered over the edge of the bed, and saw Miroku! I gasped. No way this was his house! This, this couldn't be! But I thought of last night, and how I had asked him to help me. So this was his way of helping?? Did he. touch me?? What happened? Questions raced through my head as I thought of one thing only, to find answers. I knelt beside him, and realized that he had let me sleep an the comfy bed, while he slept on the cold floor. But I pushed that out of my mind as I gently shook him awake. I almost didn't want to, he looked so innocent and cute while he was sleeping.
He opened his violet eyes to gaze at me. I noticed he was staring. 'At what???' I wondered. I glanced down. and noticed I was half naked! Well, I was in different clothes, that was for sure. I was in a silk night gown that was. very thin which must have resulted in it being translucent. I yelped and quickly crossed my arms over my chest and scrambled toward the bed. Cucking under its covers, I peeked from under it and saw Miroku laughing. This made me angry, but what he just saw. I blushed furiously. I dragged the blanket and draped it around my shoulders; it would serve as a cover for now. I slid over to his side again, my mind still swimming with questions.
"Did you change my clothes?!?!?!!?"
I gazed into his perverted little face, and noticed it was trying to be innocent. 'Yeah right.' I thought.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't!" he answered indignantly.
"Yeah right!" I muttered.
"I had Kagura, my maid, change your clothes!"
"I have to ask this Kagura first," I mumbled, still not believing him.
"Fine," he mumbled in response.
"KAGURA!!!" he screamed.
I covered my ears. How rude! Not like this girl was his slave or something.
The door immediately sprang open as a young woman walked in.
"Oh, hello dear!" she said with all the politeness in the world. She even bowed to me. She seemed nice enough. "Hopefully nothing has happened here." she added with a slight giggle.
"Kagura!!" Miroku whined.
Obliviously looks were very deceiving.
Miroku glared at her a while daring her to say more. But that's exactly what she did.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, her eyes growing wide. "You have enough rust in him to sit by his side in a see through night gown! Oh dear, something is very very wrong."
Miroku growled. "Yes, she's always like this." he said to me.
Wow, he read my mind.
Now to find out if he was lying or not.
A/N - ummm so did you like it? *notices I'm not talking to amyone.* heheh if you do read this then tell other people you may know to read this too. I just wanna get some feedback and I can't because my stori can't be found unless you type in my pen name (yamitamashii) and look at the storis I authored. But please, if you do read this, review!!! Thankx!
"Fine." Sango grumbled.
Miroku smiled. This was going to be easier than her thought. We waved a hand at the girls and the disappeared quickly, but reluctantly. (A/N- doesn't it seem as if Miroku is using these girls as slaves????!!! O_O)
"Sango, would you go out with me this Friday?"
She didn't see this coming. and started blushing.
"Well. I mean, well, I don't want to be in a restaurant alone with you."
"Oh you won't be alone." he replied. "All the other girls are coming on this date too!"
"WHA?!?!?!" Sango replied, eyes as wide as saucers. Then anger got the best of her.
SLAP!
"Heyyy!!! What did I do???" Said Miroku with a slap mark on his face.
Sango sighed. Why had she agreed to go to that stupid date??? Not like she had the money to buy a dress anyway. She looked at herself frustratingly. The person the mirror reflected was not what she wanted to look like. She wanted to be a knock out, which she didn't know she actually was. 'Why do I wanna look good anyway? Not like I care.' But she knew she did. And she couldn't help it. Suddenly she remembered something. Going into her closet and rummaging for about 10 minutes, she finally managed to pull out a Chinese kimono. (is that wat it's called?) It was made of the finest silk and had a black border. The vividly colored flowers that were stitched onto the surface made it stand out. Sango fingered the flowers, remembering when she got this dress.
It had been her mothers. Now it was hers.
She put it on and looked into the mirror. She gasped. Even she had to admit that she looked nice now. (I'll describe it later) Then she snickered. Were those girls going to be jealous or what!
Miroku looked about as all of the people coming on this "date" came. They were all dressed in fancy dresses that cost a million dollars for one square inch of fabric. Most of them had tons of makeup on. Blue eye shadow and blood read lipstick. He had to say, it looked kinda of nasty.
Then Sango walked in. His jaw dropped all the way down to the floor.
So did everyone else's at the restaurant.
She was wearing a Chinese kimono that fit her perfectly. It hugged her hips and showed off her skinny waist. Everything was, well, in proportion. She had glass slippers on her feet. The slippers were very unique and sparkled like thousands of diamonds. She had a matching glass and diamond necklace. Pearls connected by a golden chain hung from her ears. Sakura blossoms were angled in her hair, emitting a beautiful and pure fragrance. She was defiantly a beauty.
Miroku thought it was a dream come true as she slowly walked over to him. He was practically drooling. Every girl looked ready to cry and kill Sango, but she ignored it.
Sango looked a bit nervous, so Miroku, trying to get his face together and stop drooling, went over to her and took her hand.
"May I have the honor of escorting you to the bar?" he said in a silky smooth voice.
"Uhhh.sure."
Miroku stuck out his elbow, obviously wanting her to put her arm through it. Sango gulped. But it would seem rude if she refused, wouldn't it? Sighing she slipped her arm through his.
Miroku smiled. 'Can't resit?' he thought.
They didn't know it at that time, but they made a breathtaking couple. Miroku had decided to be a gentleman since everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. A lot of the guys looked like they wanted to kill Miroku and a lot of girls looked like they wanted to kill Sango!
Miroku held out a small wine glass.
"Do you drink?"
"Huh?" Sango was immediately pulled out of her thoughts. She had been thinking what the gang would do to her if they figured this out. probably kill her. 'Why not use a little wine to clear this all up?' she thought.
"Sure, give me strongest one you have," she replied firmly.
"Are you sure?" Miroku answered, fear in his eyes. Last time he had ordered for the strongest one he had been drunk for a least two days.
"Yes I'm sure," she sighed.
The man behind the counter gave her a weird look as he filled her cup.
"Hey missy, this is strong stuff, you sure you want it?"
"Yes! Now just give it to me!" Sango was a bit tired of people staring at her like she was insane or something.
The man sighed and passed her the cup. The world seemed to hold its breath as she put the cup to her lips. Taking a small sip first, just to make sure it didn't taste bad. Actually it tasted like fruit sherbert!
She drank it all in one gulp.
Everyone seemed to gasp. Everyone seemed impressed. Especially the guys. Especially Miroku.
One of the guys came to him. "Hey, can I borrow your girl?" he didn't even let Miroku finish. He just stepped over to Sango. "Heyyy, chicky baby! Why don't you come over here and spend the night with me?"
Miroku felt like splitting this guy in two for some reason.
Sango's POV.
All that wine must have made me drunk, because when that man stepped forward and asked me to spend the night, I shouted, "Hell no! Get away from me you bastard!!" I usually didn't scream.
Little did I realize that Miroku had seemed so tense, and now he seemed relived.
I ordered my fifth cup and downed it in one gulp. Dammit this had to taste so good! Suddenly my vision blurred. 'Dammit, I must bee drunk!' I stumbled over to Miroku and looked into his innocent little face. "I-I drank too much. I know it's not like me, but I was so stressed and I didn't know what to do. help me before I damage anything." 'Why was I telling him this anyways?'
But the last of energy gave out and I collapsed into his arms.
Miroku's POV.
I watched her fall and quickly caught her. I needed to get her out of here! She was too drunk. And to think she actually had so much trust in me to black out anywhere near me. Something in my stomach pulled and twisted. It was a feeling, one of guiltiness and shame. Besides, almost all of my relatives had been stabbed in the back by their lovers. And I had sworn not to do the same. But now. now I was in that stupid gang and there was no way out, well not a pain free way anyways. Besides it wasn't like she like me anyways, hopefully she wouldn't find out. Wait! I wasn't supposed to feel this way! If this happened then. well I didn't want to think of the consequences. The gang would probably kill me, or worse, torture me.
I quickly emptied my mind of these thoughts. The only thing important now was finding her a place to rest. 'What if I bring her home with me?' I thought, a perverted grin coming back to my face. My fingers itched, but that horrible guilty feeling came back and I quickly decided against groping her while she was unconscious. But I did decide to bring her to my house.
Sango's POV.
I woke up in a soft feather mattress. It felt so good here.
Suddenly I jolted awake and took in my surroundings. The room was a light sky blue color. It had wildlife painted on it. There was a mirror, a drawer, a nightstand, and a closet. The floor was made out of finely polished wood that didn't have a speck of dust on it. The room was filled with light and. another presence??!? My heart raced as I looked around for another person in this room.
I peered over the edge of the bed, and saw Miroku! I gasped. No way this was his house! This, this couldn't be! But I thought of last night, and how I had asked him to help me. So this was his way of helping?? Did he. touch me?? What happened? Questions raced through my head as I thought of one thing only, to find answers. I knelt beside him, and realized that he had let me sleep an the comfy bed, while he slept on the cold floor. But I pushed that out of my mind as I gently shook him awake. I almost didn't want to, he looked so innocent and cute while he was sleeping.
He opened his violet eyes to gaze at me. I noticed he was staring. 'At what???' I wondered. I glanced down. and noticed I was half naked! Well, I was in different clothes, that was for sure. I was in a silk night gown that was. very thin which must have resulted in it being translucent. I yelped and quickly crossed my arms over my chest and scrambled toward the bed. Cucking under its covers, I peeked from under it and saw Miroku laughing. This made me angry, but what he just saw. I blushed furiously. I dragged the blanket and draped it around my shoulders; it would serve as a cover for now. I slid over to his side again, my mind still swimming with questions.
"Did you change my clothes?!?!?!!?"
I gazed into his perverted little face, and noticed it was trying to be innocent. 'Yeah right.' I thought.
"As a matter of fact, I didn't!" he answered indignantly.
"Yeah right!" I muttered.
"I had Kagura, my maid, change your clothes!"
"I have to ask this Kagura first," I mumbled, still not believing him.
"Fine," he mumbled in response.
"KAGURA!!!" he screamed.
I covered my ears. How rude! Not like this girl was his slave or something.
The door immediately sprang open as a young woman walked in.
"Oh, hello dear!" she said with all the politeness in the world. She even bowed to me. She seemed nice enough. "Hopefully nothing has happened here." she added with a slight giggle.
"Kagura!!" Miroku whined.
Obliviously looks were very deceiving.
Miroku glared at her a while daring her to say more. But that's exactly what she did.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, her eyes growing wide. "You have enough rust in him to sit by his side in a see through night gown! Oh dear, something is very very wrong."
Miroku growled. "Yes, she's always like this." he said to me.
Wow, he read my mind.
Now to find out if he was lying or not.
A/N - ummm so did you like it? *notices I'm not talking to amyone.* heheh if you do read this then tell other people you may know to read this too. I just wanna get some feedback and I can't because my stori can't be found unless you type in my pen name (yamitamashii) and look at the storis I authored. But please, if you do read this, review!!! Thankx!