AN: O.o
Didn't think peoples would like this so much, but I'm glad you do!
Anyway . . .
In a review, SOMEONE said something about HATING MIROKU!!!!
To me, as a HUGE Miroku fangirl, this is VERY insulting! *huffs, but then bursts out laughing
in the 'humor of the situation' as BNL would say . . . *
Dun like, dun read, k?
Now . . . on with the story!
Sango felt as if this man had just physically SLAPPED her.
Her hand trembled; in anger.
She had just spent the whole FREAKN' day, just cleaning . . . only to find . . .
. . . HIM . . .
So Sue Me!
Chapter 3:
What A Fitting Roommate!
The first thing Miroku did was realize he was in a closet.
And not a clothing closet either (because then he could gripe about her sense of fashion; or lack there of . . . ).
No.
It just had to be the broom closet, and as classically cliche as it was . . .
. . . it was strangely . . .
. . . appropriate . . .
It was large, with (imagine the irony of this!) . . . brooms . . .
Having gotten used to being served on a silver plater, he, for a split second, thought he had stumbled into the maid's room!
But a maid had never cussed him out, nor yelled at him, this much.
~NOTE TO READERS~
*THE FOLLOWING SEAN HAS BEEN BLEEPED OUT SO MUCH (I WANNA KEEP IT PG13!) THAT WOULD BE EXTREMELY POINTLESS TO BOTHER PUTTING IT UP. SORRY FOR ANY INCONVENIENCES (I MAY HAVE TO DO THIS AGAIN WHEN YASHA COMES ROUND FOR THAT SHOWER SEAN LATER . . . oops! too much info there . . . )*
While panting after her last rant, Miroku decided to come out of the closet (not that way peoples! that's another story!) . . .
. . . only to find the door locked . . .
Miss Takawachia
Miss Takawachia?
Please unlock the door
Not untill you apologize, came her miffed, final toned answer, along with an accompanyed silence afterwards that seemed to scream: I'M WAAAAAAAAITING!
. . .
No matter how many times people had pointed out his slightly femmenet profession, Miroku was still a man, and had his pride.
Untill he met her of coarse.
I'm sorry
Well . . . I hope you don't do that in cort! was her curt reply, and that was it.
No gloating.
No victory dance.
But it was even more tormenting than that.
But in another way . . . not so . . .
You comn' out of there or what?
. . . said the gorgious creater standing in front of him . . .
They blankly stared at each other.
Well . . . the TV certaintly didn't do you justice, she finally said, the silence and tension breaking.
Is that in a good way or bad? he smoothly answered back, giving her his sexy', lopsided smile and at the same time, taking a step forward.
In one fluid movement, he bended down on one knee in front of her, took her hand, and kissed it gently, gazing up at her with warm eyes.
I'm Takahashi Miroku, please to met you, he grinned, and, to his amazment (not that he showed it), she blushed, but then remembered his rudness before, and the pink color quickly disapeared.
Your room is to the left, she coldly spat, and spun around, her now freed hand slapping him in the face; the very one he had just kissed only two seconds before!
He had only met her less than an hour ago, but the girl was already giving him headachs!
AN: As I'm spoiling you by updating . . . this means shorter chapters!
For now.
So review now please!
Oh yea . . . Inu Yasha will be comen' up NEXT! with some IY/K action too!
So stay tuned!
~With peace, love, and all those good things,
Bye bye for now!
PS: AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! (IT'S WHAT KEEPS ME GOING!)