Recap: Miroku attempted to make contact with Sango, but these are always frustrated. But he was determined to talk to her into going back home. In the process, he realizes how much she meant to him.

On the Other Side

A fiction by Syaoran no Hime

Chapter 7: A Typical Day of an Invisible Monk

Sango stretched lazily the next morning. She got up early just, remembering that she still has to attend school. Taking her towel, she headed for the bathroom.

Her eyes widened when she saw that her shower was open. "Oh dear! Did somebody turn this on? Did Kohaku do this?" She tried to think of the possible people who could have entered her room without her knowing.

"Onee-chan, hurry up and get dressed! We're going to be late!" called out her younger brother from the next room.

She shrugged her shoulders. She would just have to solve the mystery later. She began to unbutton the blouse of her pajamas.

Miroku was just taking a shower since he felt a little sticky. He nearly screamed in surprise when Sango came into the bathroom.

He heard the voice of Kohaku from the other room, and he saw Sango shrug then put her towel on the sink. She then began to unbutton her top.

He felt his face start to burn. The steady stream of water on his body couldn't put off the heat starting to emerge from within his body.

He couldn't move.

Good Lord, his fantasies. Sango stripping her clothes off in front of him.

His wet and wild fantasies just right in front of him.

But then his conscience pushed him to grab his clothes on the sink just as she slid off her top.

"I know I'll regret doing this my entire life," he thought as he ran out of the lavatory. "I just ran away from my dream come true, but..oh hell!"

He hurriedly put on his clothes and sighed as he heard the shower turn off.

Miroku gazed at the food on the breakfast table. He peered at every inch of the dish laid down. He wanted to pick up what appeared to be a flattened cake with yellow thing on it and a sticky liquid on it, but he might just freak Sango and her family out.

He then looked at Kohaku and the old man cheerfully eating. No wonder Sango didn't want to go home anymore. This world is like a dream come true: her family's back, there were no monsters…

…and there was Houjo.

"So when will that nice boy come back here again?" asked Sango's dad.

She looked up. "Nice boy? Do you mean Houjo-kun?"

"Ah yes. I won't object at all if he will be my son-in-law!" Her father burst out laughing.

Kohaku grinned devilishly. "Onee-chan's blushing!"

Miroku turned to her. She indeed was blushing. The monk scowled and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Blushing? Hah!

"I don't think we should talk about things like that, Father. I'm not even sure if he does like me," she said shyly.

"He loves you, child! He's crazy for you! He would do anything for you!" said her dad.

Miroku snorted.

"Who did that?" Sango asked, alarmed. She looked at her brother.

"Don't look at me!" said Kohaku quickly.

Just then, they both heard Houjo's voice outside. "Ms.Sango!"

"Your prince charming calls!" teased her father.

She stood up, face blushing. "See you later!"

Kohaku wanted to follow his sister but then his father restrained him. The man winked. The boy nodded.

The monk followed Sango out of the house.

"Ohayou, Ms.Sango!" greeted Houjo, waving. "Let's go?"

She smiled. It had already been their routine that she would ride with him to school.

Miroku opted to sit in front of Houjo, eyes narrowed.

As the boy started to pedal, he suddenly said, "Is it my imagination, or the bike has started to become harder to drive?"

"A-Am I too heavy?" asked Sango worriedly.

"Of course not!" said Houjo quickly.

"Maybe I should walk."

"Oh no! I can do this!" He exerted more effort in pushing the pedal as the monk grinned deviously.

"One point," thought Miroku to himself.

"PE class!" announced the teacher. "Go to the locker rooms and get dressed!"

Miroku looked at the female students heading to a certain room. He curiously followed them inside.

He nearly had a heart attack when he witnessed what was happening behind the closed doors of the girls' locker room.

His hand trembled. He could feel adrenaline rushing into it. He had to..he had to..

He shook his head firmly. "Control yourself, Miroku. You are here to watch over Sango."

He then smiled devilishly. "But it won't hurt if I lose them from my sight even for just a few minutes." He started on his groping.

One girl blushed suddenly. "Hey, Kagome?"

Kagome faced the girl. "Yeah?"

Miroku panicked. "Oh no!" He stopped his groping.

"N-Nothing." Kagome's friend looked down, face still flushed. "Awhile ago, I swear I could feel a scratchy, tickling sensation in my butt."

Kagome's eyes flashed in anger. "That body part, huh?" She started to look around.

Miroku wanted to faint. Inu Yasha told her already about him!

Sango then entered the room, dressed already. "Hurry up, you guys! We're going to play volleyball within a few minutes."

Miroku turned to her, and his jaw dropped when he saw how smooth and flawless Sango's legs were. "Why did she hide them beneath those pants anyway?" he wondered as his eyes traveled on the skin revealed by her short denim shorts. "Such a grave sin!"

The girl exited the room with only Kagome left, still looking around the room.

The monk whispered a silent prayer that she wouldn't be able to sense where he was.

"You perverted monk! Don't count on my help anymore on getting Sango back!" She slammed the door shut.

His eyes widened. "Kagome!! I'm sorry!" He sighed. "Damn, I need her help now more than ever." He looked at his guilty hand. "Remind me to have you amputated as soon as I get her back, ok?"

"Sango!"

She turned around and saw Kagome rushing towards her. "Yeah?"

"I need to tell you something important. It's about-"

"Ms.Sango!" Houjo ran towards them. "Our sensei wants to talk with you."

She smiled at Kagome apologetically. "Maybe later." She then ran off.

Kagome paused, then nodded. "Oh well, it's better that I won't tell her anymore about Miroku. I did tell him that I wouldn't help him anymore. From now on, getting Sango back is all up to him."

Miroku watched as that afternoon, students poured out of the classroom. He looked for Sango in the crowd of students eager to get out of school already.

He then saw her walking home with Houjo, the boy carrying her things. He sighed. He's getting sick of seeing the gentleman act of the boy. "Sango should have told me that all she wanted was pampering, then Shippou, Inu Yasha and I could have made a plan on it." He imagined Shippou carrying her boomerang for her, Inu Yasha shading her with an umbrella, and he carrying her in his arms so she wouldn't have to walk.

"Beat that!" he told Houjo.

The boy looked up.

"Houjo, what is it?" asked Sango.

"I-I..it's nothing."

The monk continued on following them.

"Let's go to the park," said Houjo.

"O-Ok."

"Do you mind if I won't take you there in a bike? It's just walking distance-"

Sango laughed. "Sure!"

Miroku frowned. "Here we go, I'm on my own." He followed the couple silently.

Inu Yasha and Kagome returned to his world to consult Kaede about Miroku's situation.

"Well, it's about times you guys return!" snapped Shippou. "Kirara and I have been waiting for you for days already!"

Kagome messed its hair affectionately as she knelt down. "I'm sorry. We were both busy making sure Miroku won't get into trouble."

Inu Yasha sat down. "The bouzo did make it to the other side of the well, only he's invisible."

Kagome nodded. "He even demonstrated it awhile ago in the girls' locker room!"

Shippou laughed. "Being invisible has a lot of potential for someone like him."

Kirara looked down. Inu Yasha looked at it with rarely seen sympathy. "You miss her, huh? Well then, let's just hope that Miroku makes good on his tries to talk with her."

Kaede arrived. "So, you are back."

"We need your help," said Yasha. "We want to know what you think is the reason for all of these."

The old woman nodded.

Tsuzuku