Thanks to those of you who reviewed! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this so
far. ^_^
And don't worry, this is an Inu/Kag and Mir/San pairing story. There will be some romance coming up soon, but right now it's mainly Miroku being stupid.
Oh, I raised the rating because of Inuyasha's potty mouth and because I figure I'll be writing some PG-13 stuff soon.
Disclaimer: Umm.....duh.
Chapter Two
In Which Miroku Makes A Promise
Miroku watched as Sango sped down the road, a very hurt and confused look on his face.
"Well, that was interesting." Inuyasha stated, arms crossed against his chest as he raised an eyebrow at the retreating car.
"Why didn't she tell me today was her brother's surgery?" Miroku wondered quietly, staring down at his clipboard.
Inuyasha shrugged. "If it helps any, she didn't tell me either."
Miroku stared at him in disbelief. "Why would that be helpful? YOU are not her soul mate! So of course she wouldn't tell YOU!"
"Wait a second......are you saying YOU'RE her SOUL MATE? I hate to break this to ya, but I don't think she got that memo."
"Of course she's my soul mate," Miroku stated, choosing to ignore Inuyasha's rude statement. "She just isn't aware of it.....yet."
"And could that be because," Inuyasha began sarcastically, "you're banging a different girl every week?"
Miroku glared at Inuyasha. "I am not 'banging' them, as you have so crudely put it. I get close......and then I moan Sango's name and the girls get mad.....ANYWHO! All I have to do is get passed her.....her Sango-like determination and charm my way into her heart-"
"And into her pants?" Inuyasha offered.
Miroku shrugged. "Well, that goes without saying." He sighed and looked up at Inuyasha, an almost coy smile crossing his lips. "So, Inuyasha," he began as he slowly walked towards him, "are you busy tomorrow night?"
Inuyasha's eyebrows furrowed into his forehead as Miroku approached him slyly. "Why?" He asked cautiously.
Miroku stood curiously close to his friend. "I was just wondering if you'd bake with me?" He asked, placing his hand gently on Inuyasha's arm.
"Get away from me," Inuyasha almost growled, pushing his friend to the ground. "Pervert."
Miroku sighed and stood up, rubbing his sore butt. "I guess charming you didn't work."
"No kidding. And if you try to touch my ass-"
"HEY!" Miroku exclaimed, raising his hands up in defeat, "Don't worry! I will never, ever, EVER touch your ass! No offense....."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "None taken."
"Okay well, if I can't charm you......can I bribe you?" Miroku offered, smiling slyly up at Inuyasha.
"With what?" Inuyasha asked curiously.
Miroku studied his friend's face for a moment. "What do you want?"
Inuyasha's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "The 'vette."
Miroku stared dumbfounded at Inuyasha, a terrified look crossing his features. "THE 'VETTE?! MY BABY?!"
Inuyasha nodded happily. "For a whole weekend."
"What weekend?" Miroku squeaked, terrified at the thought of loosing his 16th birthday present----his beautiful candy apply red convertible Corvette. He loved that car more than anything......except Sango. And if she wanted a bake sale, he was gonna give her a bake sale.
"Columbus Day Weekend." Inuyasha responded.
Miroku gulped loudly. "Okay, fine."
Inuyasha smirked broadly. "Oh yeah! I get the 'vette!"
"I swear," Miroku threatened through gritted teeth, "if you *hurt* her I will *kill* you."
Inuyasha chuckled slightly, shaking his head at his friend. "Yeah, whatever. I gotta get home or Kaeda's gonna freak. Remember," he called to Miroku as he turned to walk away, "Columbus Day Weekend."
"Remember!" Miroku called to Inuyasha, "my place tomorrow! Be there by 4:30!"
"Go fuck a tree!" Was Inuyasha's oh-so-clever response before he turned a corner and was out of Miroku's sight.
"That would be painful," Miroku said out-loud to no one in particular before going over his notes on his clipboard. Sango sure had put a lot on his plate----which was unusual, but pleasant none the less. Perhaps Sango was beginning to trust him more? That must be a good sign. Right?
*~*~*~*
After flirting with the lunch lady named Bertha, who Miroku concluded was the sole fact of evidence that proved humans evolved from apes, for twenty minutes----Miroku was ready for some cheerleader action.
They always practiced late on the weekdays so finding them would be no problem----the problem would lie in convincing them to help with the bake sale. Especially once they find out that homecoming's been set back a little.
"Oh, hey Miroku," Greeted a friendly voice from behind him in the deserted hallway.
Miroku spun around quickly only to see a smiling Kagome standing not ten feet away from him. She was, in his opinion, the prettiest junior since Sango herself; but Kagome had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
"I just spend the last half an hour teaching Rock the difference between a comma and cookie crumbs," she sighed shaking her head, "and then the moron asked me out."
Miroku chuckled before walking up to her and draping his arm around her shoulders.
She eyed him cautiously.
"Walk and talk with me, Kaggie," he urged, walking forward and bringing Kagome with him. "I sorta need your help."
"With what?" She asked him, still eyeing him cautiously.
Miroku smiled gently. "Well, ya see.....Sango has set up a bake sale for this Friday and I can't bake-"
"Oh no!" Kagome interrupted. "I am not baking all that stuff all by myself!"
Miroku gave her his best 'I'm offended' look before squeezing her shoulders gently.
"Did I ask you to do it by yourself?" Miroku asked rhetorically. "I just need you to come over tomorrow around 4:30 and *help* me bake."
Kagome stopped walking completely and looked up at him suspiciously. He squeezed her shoulder again and she quickly shrugged him off of her.
"Why should I?" She demanded.
"Because," Miroku fumbled, trying to come up with an answer, "it's your duty as the Junior Class President."
Kagome bit her bottom lip in thought for several long moments. "On two conditions," she stated.
"Name 'em."
"One," she began, counting off on her fingers, "you try nothing funny while I'm over there."
Miroku again flashed the 'I'm offended' look, but kept quiet----letting her finish off her list of demands.
"And two----I get the 'vette Columbus Day Weekend." Kagome finished, crossing her arms against her chest in an 'I dare you to argue' fashion.
Miroku nodded and held out his hand which she shook quickly.
"Deal," he smirked at her.
She smiled and walked off. "Remember," she called to him, "Columbus Day Weekend!" With that, she turned a corner and left Miroku's sight.
'Now, why did that seem familiar?' Miroku wondered before Inuyasha's face flashed through his mind.
"Oops," he said quietly. Looks like he promised the 'vette to two people who had never met on the same weekend.....huh.....well, that would be an interesting bridge to cross once he got there.
At the moment, however, he had to charm a squad full of cheerleaders into doing some work for him. But, he had nothing to worry about since his suaveness, charm, and good looks could get him through anything.
He smirked and turned suddenly, running into a wall.
Scratch that thought.
A/N: So how was my second chapter? I'm sorry if it was a little short, but again I have to set up the story.
Once again, please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors or any OOCness.
I should have the next chapter up soon, so long as the three stooges (my little brother and his friends) leave me alone. They are all over at my house.....*sigh* adolescent boys.
Review, please.
And don't worry, this is an Inu/Kag and Mir/San pairing story. There will be some romance coming up soon, but right now it's mainly Miroku being stupid.
Oh, I raised the rating because of Inuyasha's potty mouth and because I figure I'll be writing some PG-13 stuff soon.
Disclaimer: Umm.....duh.
Chapter Two
In Which Miroku Makes A Promise
Miroku watched as Sango sped down the road, a very hurt and confused look on his face.
"Well, that was interesting." Inuyasha stated, arms crossed against his chest as he raised an eyebrow at the retreating car.
"Why didn't she tell me today was her brother's surgery?" Miroku wondered quietly, staring down at his clipboard.
Inuyasha shrugged. "If it helps any, she didn't tell me either."
Miroku stared at him in disbelief. "Why would that be helpful? YOU are not her soul mate! So of course she wouldn't tell YOU!"
"Wait a second......are you saying YOU'RE her SOUL MATE? I hate to break this to ya, but I don't think she got that memo."
"Of course she's my soul mate," Miroku stated, choosing to ignore Inuyasha's rude statement. "She just isn't aware of it.....yet."
"And could that be because," Inuyasha began sarcastically, "you're banging a different girl every week?"
Miroku glared at Inuyasha. "I am not 'banging' them, as you have so crudely put it. I get close......and then I moan Sango's name and the girls get mad.....ANYWHO! All I have to do is get passed her.....her Sango-like determination and charm my way into her heart-"
"And into her pants?" Inuyasha offered.
Miroku shrugged. "Well, that goes without saying." He sighed and looked up at Inuyasha, an almost coy smile crossing his lips. "So, Inuyasha," he began as he slowly walked towards him, "are you busy tomorrow night?"
Inuyasha's eyebrows furrowed into his forehead as Miroku approached him slyly. "Why?" He asked cautiously.
Miroku stood curiously close to his friend. "I was just wondering if you'd bake with me?" He asked, placing his hand gently on Inuyasha's arm.
"Get away from me," Inuyasha almost growled, pushing his friend to the ground. "Pervert."
Miroku sighed and stood up, rubbing his sore butt. "I guess charming you didn't work."
"No kidding. And if you try to touch my ass-"
"HEY!" Miroku exclaimed, raising his hands up in defeat, "Don't worry! I will never, ever, EVER touch your ass! No offense....."
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "None taken."
"Okay well, if I can't charm you......can I bribe you?" Miroku offered, smiling slyly up at Inuyasha.
"With what?" Inuyasha asked curiously.
Miroku studied his friend's face for a moment. "What do you want?"
Inuyasha's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "The 'vette."
Miroku stared dumbfounded at Inuyasha, a terrified look crossing his features. "THE 'VETTE?! MY BABY?!"
Inuyasha nodded happily. "For a whole weekend."
"What weekend?" Miroku squeaked, terrified at the thought of loosing his 16th birthday present----his beautiful candy apply red convertible Corvette. He loved that car more than anything......except Sango. And if she wanted a bake sale, he was gonna give her a bake sale.
"Columbus Day Weekend." Inuyasha responded.
Miroku gulped loudly. "Okay, fine."
Inuyasha smirked broadly. "Oh yeah! I get the 'vette!"
"I swear," Miroku threatened through gritted teeth, "if you *hurt* her I will *kill* you."
Inuyasha chuckled slightly, shaking his head at his friend. "Yeah, whatever. I gotta get home or Kaeda's gonna freak. Remember," he called to Miroku as he turned to walk away, "Columbus Day Weekend."
"Remember!" Miroku called to Inuyasha, "my place tomorrow! Be there by 4:30!"
"Go fuck a tree!" Was Inuyasha's oh-so-clever response before he turned a corner and was out of Miroku's sight.
"That would be painful," Miroku said out-loud to no one in particular before going over his notes on his clipboard. Sango sure had put a lot on his plate----which was unusual, but pleasant none the less. Perhaps Sango was beginning to trust him more? That must be a good sign. Right?
*~*~*~*
After flirting with the lunch lady named Bertha, who Miroku concluded was the sole fact of evidence that proved humans evolved from apes, for twenty minutes----Miroku was ready for some cheerleader action.
They always practiced late on the weekdays so finding them would be no problem----the problem would lie in convincing them to help with the bake sale. Especially once they find out that homecoming's been set back a little.
"Oh, hey Miroku," Greeted a friendly voice from behind him in the deserted hallway.
Miroku spun around quickly only to see a smiling Kagome standing not ten feet away from him. She was, in his opinion, the prettiest junior since Sango herself; but Kagome had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.
"I just spend the last half an hour teaching Rock the difference between a comma and cookie crumbs," she sighed shaking her head, "and then the moron asked me out."
Miroku chuckled before walking up to her and draping his arm around her shoulders.
She eyed him cautiously.
"Walk and talk with me, Kaggie," he urged, walking forward and bringing Kagome with him. "I sorta need your help."
"With what?" She asked him, still eyeing him cautiously.
Miroku smiled gently. "Well, ya see.....Sango has set up a bake sale for this Friday and I can't bake-"
"Oh no!" Kagome interrupted. "I am not baking all that stuff all by myself!"
Miroku gave her his best 'I'm offended' look before squeezing her shoulders gently.
"Did I ask you to do it by yourself?" Miroku asked rhetorically. "I just need you to come over tomorrow around 4:30 and *help* me bake."
Kagome stopped walking completely and looked up at him suspiciously. He squeezed her shoulder again and she quickly shrugged him off of her.
"Why should I?" She demanded.
"Because," Miroku fumbled, trying to come up with an answer, "it's your duty as the Junior Class President."
Kagome bit her bottom lip in thought for several long moments. "On two conditions," she stated.
"Name 'em."
"One," she began, counting off on her fingers, "you try nothing funny while I'm over there."
Miroku again flashed the 'I'm offended' look, but kept quiet----letting her finish off her list of demands.
"And two----I get the 'vette Columbus Day Weekend." Kagome finished, crossing her arms against her chest in an 'I dare you to argue' fashion.
Miroku nodded and held out his hand which she shook quickly.
"Deal," he smirked at her.
She smiled and walked off. "Remember," she called to him, "Columbus Day Weekend!" With that, she turned a corner and left Miroku's sight.
'Now, why did that seem familiar?' Miroku wondered before Inuyasha's face flashed through his mind.
"Oops," he said quietly. Looks like he promised the 'vette to two people who had never met on the same weekend.....huh.....well, that would be an interesting bridge to cross once he got there.
At the moment, however, he had to charm a squad full of cheerleaders into doing some work for him. But, he had nothing to worry about since his suaveness, charm, and good looks could get him through anything.
He smirked and turned suddenly, running into a wall.
Scratch that thought.
A/N: So how was my second chapter? I'm sorry if it was a little short, but again I have to set up the story.
Once again, please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors or any OOCness.
I should have the next chapter up soon, so long as the three stooges (my little brother and his friends) leave me alone. They are all over at my house.....*sigh* adolescent boys.
Review, please.
