Here's Chapter 1; I hope it's enjoyable. I'm so glad everyone likes this! I had my doubts about this but I was greatly encouraged by the positive responses so enjoy the rest of this story. It should run around 10to 15 chapters…I'm not sure yet.
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Miroku & Sango: The Ecchi & the Furious
Written & Edited by: Yoshida Saori & Taijioku Christina
~:~ Chapter 1: Building of Fools ~:~
"HOUSHI-SAMA!"
::CRACK!::
Sango let out a predatory growl as she stood up from putting her box down, Miroku an arm's reach away rubbing his cheek with that infuriating grin that he had worn ever since she arrived with her things. Silently, she reminded herself to go by some dead bolt locks for her room door which was conveniently placed across from his.
"I just thought you might need some help," Miroku said innocently, lugging a box inside.
"With what; having my rear assessed?!"
Miroku grinned wider. "That too…"
::CRACK!::
"So you're Miroku's new roommate…" Sango turned to see a young lady about a few years older then her lecherous roommate leaning on the doorframe, petting a small dog that was snuggled contently in her arms. "You're better then dog boy…but how did this hentai manage to twist a pretty young girl like you into moving in with him?"
"Desperation" "Want"
The lady smirked again as Sango smacked Miroku for his not so funny joke. "I like you already; what's your name?"
"Taijiya Sango," she said, shifting the box to lean on her knee as she shook the lady's hand, "Who're you?"
"Mizuki; I have the not so honored privilege of being in this hentai's classes at the college. My father is the landlord of this building as well so I've become well acquainted with this hentai who never pays rent," she said with a smile that put Sango at ease.
At least it did until Miroku walked past her and brushed his hand against her rear.
Sango grabbed a nearby piece of wood and bashed him on the head with it, her face scarlet in embarrassment and anger. "HENTAI!"
Mizuki snorted in laughter as she stared at Miroku's floored form. "You have a good arm; do you practice kendo?" Miroku peeled himself off the oak wood floor and whistled as he walked down the stairs smiling.
"Something like that." Readjusting the box again, Sango glanced at her watch. "I have just enough time to get to the school and see if everything is set for me tomorrow."
Mizuki smiled again, brushing her pitch black hair over her shoulder as she let her puppy down. "Well, good luck taming the hentai."
Sango blinked a bit before shrugging the last comment off, shifting her box of things yet again as Mizuki walked towards the stairwell. Well, she seemed nice…
"So what did Zuki-chan say about me?" Miroku queried as he walked into they're apartment with the last of her boxes. Kirara was already making herself quite comfortable on the leather couch, the sliding doors leading to the balcony left open to let the autumn breeze float in. "All good things I'll bet."
"She said nothing I don't already know." Letting the box go with a loud 'thump' and a drawn out sigh, Sango fell back next to Kirara and lifted her feet up onto the nearby coffee table. "I didn't think moving was this hard."
"What made you decide on living here with me anyway?" Miroku's tone held no teasing, just idle curiosity.
"All the other places had perverts living in the whole building. I can handle one better then I can a whole building of them," Sango said simply, stroking Kirara's coat making her purr, "So your place is the best choice given my circumstances."
Miroku grinned again, but it was a content one that didn't make Sango get ready to hit him. "Well, I must say I'm glad; none of the other people who came were pretty like you."
The heat slowly rose up her face, Sango's head dropping down in an attempt to hide it. She cursed herself for blushing so easily; it was one of her faults that she hated having. Sango suspected she'd be blushing a lot since Miroku did seem rather sweet…
The train of thought broke when she felt his hand sliding towards her rear.
"Kirara, sic him!"
Sango leaned back, watching as her faithful cat jumped Miroku and went tumbling to the floor with the hentai. At least, she consoled herself mentally, I'll never be bored.
* * * * * *
The hallways of the Tokyo hospital were a bit brighter then the one in Kyoto, filled with more children then Sango had expected. Kohaku had been placed in the children's ward but Sango was having hell trying to find his room.
Her new high school had been, to say the least, overwhelming. She had been stared at in the hallways, as was expected, but it had made her uncomfortable to be the center of attention. The uniform, unfortunately, did not put her to ease since the skirts seemed to be a bit shorter then the ones in her old school.
Sango let out a long sigh as she finally found the room. Opening the door, she gave a sad smile and immediately sat in the chair next to Kohaku's bedside, discarding her own bag on the floor next to her.
The steady beeping of the machinery filled the air around her, comforting Sango only slightly by assuring her he was still alive and breathing. Running a hand through his hair, she gave another sigh and began to talk to him, much like she always did as she ran through her day.
Outside the door, a little girl peeked in, bright brown eyes staring at the two curiously. It seemed like Sango didn't notice her presence until she said without turning around, "You don't have to hide."
Cautiously, she stepped inside, her black hair messed and her yukata torn slightly. Turning around, Sango smiled at the little girl who couldn't have been older then 10. "Who're you?"
"Rin," she said, smiling. Her face was a bit dirty, but she was otherwise healthy looking. "Rin was wondering why you was here."
"Well, Rin-chan, I'm Sango. My otouto isn't well so I'm here visiting him."
Rin walked to Kohaku's side, standing next to Sango and peering over to look at him and poking his arm where the intervenes was injected curiously. "Why isn't he waking up?"
"I don't know," Sango sighed, "I just don't know."
* * * * * *
Miroku leaned back against the couch's arm rest, eyes closed as he sat in the pitch black apartment. Sango had left to deal with things so he had unpacked everything for her and now his limbs were screaming bloody murder. Even the fiery lass he had for a roommate now wasn't an exception from the age old male saying, "Women travel heavy."
The distant sound of the door opening rang in his ears but Miroku wasn't about to get up for anything less then an earthquake. The cool night breeze blowing in was lulling him into a relaxed state that came to him only rarely. Most of the time women were hanging on him or he was groping them – both of which he enjoyed, mind you.
He could hear Sango's unmistakable mumbling as she rustled around with some sort of bag, Kirara – the cat had been resting on the arm rest near his feet and closest to the door – jumping towards her master who gave a small shriek before realizing who it was. "Where the hell is the damn light, Kirara?"
Miroku closed his eyes just as the lights flickered on, shining on his eyelids. He heard her shuffle around, finally settling down right next to him; he could practically feel her eyes on his head.
"You'd never guess he's a hentai with a face like that," he heard her mutter, pinching his cheeks slightly.
Miroku barely managed to keep his face completely straight.
Sango leaned down, studying his face. He seemed completely innocent and ridiculously adorable; a far cry from the lecherous young man he normally acted like. Peering in closer, she couldn't get away quick enough before he rolled over and his arm hung limply over her shoulder, curling around the back of her neck.
Taking a few deep breathes, Sango simply thanked whoever watched over her that Miroku wasn't awake to see her beat red face. He had pulled himself closer to her, his face pressed too close to her bosom for comfort. She would have normally hit him but she didn't have the heart to wake him, looking down at his child like face.
That is, until she noticed the unmistakable grin on his lips.
In the apartment below, Mizuki looked up, watching the chandelier over the kitchen table shake and the loud sound of a certain someone getting smacked or pounded into the floor echoing through the walls; her guess was both. I knew I liked that girl!
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The next morning, Sango woke up bright and early as she prepared for her first day of school. Shuffling around her semi-organized room, she undressed and tugged at the short green skirt for the billionth time in less then a minute. Checking her appearance briefly, Sango walked out towards the kitchen where her small frown dropped to a scowl.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Sango," Miroku said all too cheerfully with a smile that made Sango glare harder. She hadn't spoken to him at all since his little act yesterday and she wasn't about to go to her new school moody and irate.
Miroku smiled as Sango ignored him, taking the plate of food he offered her with only a brief nod of thanks. She was absolutely adorable when she was mad but she packed one hell of a slap; his imprint was still on the floor from the impact his fall had. Poking his cheek, he winced slightly; it was still sore. He'd hate to feel what her punches were like.
"I'm off to school; sayonara," Sango muttered, grabbing her briefcase, slinging it over her shoulder and walking out the door. Miroku followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight, smiling; he had forgotten why he missed high school so much.
Lucky for him, Sango was too tired to turn around and throw her bag at his face for ogling her legs and behind.
* * * * * *
The school was loud and the whispering about her began grating on Sango's nerves. It was lunch time already and her day had been fairly well, except for the love sick boys and the giggly girls who kept whispering about her. She didn't care what they said about her but Sango was just annoyed that they tried to make it so she couldn't hear when it was obvious she COULD since she was only a meter or two away. They could at least TRY to talk about her farther away or at least right to her face and ask.
"Hi!" a cheerful black haired girl exclaimed suddenly, popping up in front of Sango, "You're the new girl, right?"
"That would be me; who are you?"
"Higurashi Kagome!" Kagome sat across from her, opening her lunch and picking on it. "I saw that you were eating alone so I thought you might like some company."
Sango smiled; Kagome seemed nice. "Arigatou gozaimasu."
"So…can I ask you something?" Kagome queried hesitantly, sipping her coke. Sango nodded. "Is it true that you're from a mountain clan in Kyoto that fights demons and evil spirits?"
Not for the first time, Sango wondered how the hell people found this stuff out. NO ONE knew that; not even Miroku and he was her roommate! "Hai…"
"Sugoi! That must be so cool," she exclaimed, "Where are you staying in Tokyo? Most places aren't very respectable these days."
"I saw that while I was looking at apartments. I'm in the complex 15 minutes away from here. It's near Tokyo Tower."
Kagome seemed to frown in concentration at that. "You wouldn't happen to be Miroku-sama's new roommate, would you?"
Sango raised an eyebrow. "I would be, why? Has that hentai gotten you too?"
"Iie!" she said, coloring slightly, "Inuyasha was Miroku's old roommate and were all pretty good friends. We were going to stop by after school actually to meet his roommate…" Kagome seemed to frown slightly as she trailed off but Sango didn't question it.
Sango chuckled as well, though she still had one thing in the back of her mind. "Why does Mizuki-san call him dog boy?"
It must have been part of an inside joke, Sango decided as Kagome cracked up laughing. "Inuyasha didn't get along with her dog very well…one time he went rolling around and fought with the poor pup. Mizuki-san says she could see fangs from his mouth when he was fighting so she calls him dog boy. Quite a few people call him that now just to annoy him."
I can't wait to meet him, Sango thought dryly, He's probably a hentai just like Houshi-sama.
* * * * * *
::SNEEZE::
"Don't get your fleas on my couch!" Miroku shouted from his room.
The white haired boy on said couch grunted, flexing his fist. "Feh! Make one more dog remark and I'll slam you into the ground, bouzou!"
"Feisty today, aren't we?" Miroku said with a smirk that made Inuyasha growl in a very canine like manner, "Did you do something to make Kagome-sama mad on your date last night?"
"I'll bet he called her Kikyou again," Mizuki quipped. As always, she was sitting on the kitchen counter passing the hours at her favorite sukebe tenant's apartment with his doggy friend. Her dog Shippou was near her dangling feet, growling and glaring at Inuyasha who was merely glaring at it in return. Kirara watched on from her comfortable position on a throw pillow, musing on how stupid humans were.
"Urusai!"
"He did," Miroku and Mizuki drawled, slapping their palms on their foreheads in unison. Inuyasha grumbled but made no move to deny it.
"That's what you get for going after cousins. You need to pick one already," the black haired girl muttered, stroking Shippou's sandy brown fur as he hopped into her lap.
"I love Kagome, not Kikyou!"
"Then why do you keep calling Kagome, Kikyou?" Miroku queried.
Inuyasha glowered at them both. "Are you sure you two aren't twins sent to annoy me by Sesshomaru?"
"We're not and don't change the subject." Mizuki hopped off the counter, Shippou reluctantly jumping down and going to sit near Kirara who was reluctant to share her comfortable pillow, "You're calling Kagome 'Kikyou' because you still have feelings for her."
"I do not!" Two sets of pale blue eyes glared at him as to show him they didn't believe a word coming from his mouth. "Well…not really…"
Before either of them could begin a tirade, Sango came through the door with Kagome in tow, the two girls chattering like best friends. "Tadaima!"
"Okaeri nasai," Miroku chimed, moving to 'greet' Sango when her backpack hit him in the face, forcing him to sit back down. Kirara leapt up and greeted her master with a lick on her face, purring and rubbing against Sango's leg once she was on the floor.
Mizuki observed the room, sweat-dropping as Kagome took one look at Inuyasha before turning her head and ignoring him with a frown on her lips. Dog boy glowered more, stubborn pride refusing to let him approach her first and say sorry. Miroku was smiling and making Sango blush as she prepared a snack for herself, only to be smacked when his hand began traveling towards her butt. I live in a building of fools…
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So how is it? I know Shippou isn't a dog but…well…for convenience he is in here. Mizuki is also in here for a reason which I'll go into later…
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