A Little Rivalry Goes A Long Way

Disclaimer :

Happy Happi : For the last time Miroku, NO!!!

Miroku : (puppy dog eyes) Please, at least consider my humble offer.

Happy Happi : (right eye twitches) No ... I ... will .. NOT .. bear you a son!!!

Miroku : Then can you at least introduce me to those nice girls who reviewed your fan fic? Maybe ... one of them just might be inter-

Sango : BAKA HOSHI !!! (SLAP!)

Miroku : @.@ (as he is getting dragged away by a very red face Sango)

That explains it all. As you can see, I do not own Miroku. Sango does. (She's the only one who can "control" him. ^-^) [// ... //] is author's input.

Mieko gaze deeply into Miroku's eyes. "I want to bear you a son." She said.

"W..what?" Miroku exclaimed, in a coughing fit. All of his exhaustion had disappeared. Great Buddha, she's a mind reader. I haven't even asked her yet. "But ... how did you ... I mean, what ...." Miroku grabbed her hands. "Can let be that we're soul mates?"

"Miroku, I was fifteen at the time when you asked me, and I wasn't ready ... but now ... I am ready baby!" Mieko laugh wildly and pushes him onto the sofa. "The only question is ... can you handle me?" She bats her eyes at him.

This has got to be a dream. Miroku thought to himself. There's no way life was this good to him. There she was, a beautiful girl, ready to bear him a son. Still, something felt wrong. His heart ... felt different, but his mind and raging hormones ignored it. After all, how much luckier can a guy get? Mieko was on top of his lap, smiling down at him.

"Miroku," she said in a soft whisper as she begin to place small kisses on his neck, "this is your lucky --- OUCH!" She jumped off of him and continuously winked with her left eye. "OUCHHHHHH!"

"Um, is something wrong?" Miroku asked. She couldn't just lose interested in him that fast, could she?

"It's my damn contact," she explains rubbing her eye, "it hurts. Oh God, I'm blind in the left eye! My contact solution, I need it." She glace around the room with her good eye. "Shit, in a rush to meet you, I left my purse in my car. Can you get it for me?"

Annoyed and disappointed, Miroku sighed. Stupid contact. It costed him his dream. Even though Miroku didn't recognize the feeling at the time, a tiny part of him felt relieved ... "Sure, how can I find your car?"

"Here," Mieko said as she handed him her car keys, "it's the tan BMW. Ouchhhhh, god damn, can you hurry up? I mean, I want to finish up what we started." She tried to smile seductively with one eye open.

Miroku raise an eyebrow and faked a smile. "Don't worry, I got it cover."

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Sango pop out of her sleepiness when she heard the door slammed. She had fell asleep, sitting there in the dark for such a long time. The last time she peeked out, Miroku and his girlfriend look like they were about to ... ewwww, she didn't even want to think about it. The pervert! Does he do that everyday or something? I hope I never get stuck with a sick case like him.

The house was completely quiet. They probably left already. Sango thought to herself. She stood up and walked out of the door. Yawning, she began to put on her jacket. She had taken it off and used it for a blanket. Wells, it's time to go home. Sango shivers. Something is wrong. She looks up to see Miroku's girlfriend glaring at her with one eye. What is wrong with her?

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"Who are you?" Mieko asked. Even though she'd already guessed. She saw how the girl had emerge from Miroku's bedroom. Now, the girl is still trying to put her clothes back on. That girl and Miroku must have ... [// boy, does that girl have a dirty mind. -_- ;; //]

"Um ..." What to say? What to say? She had thought that there was no one in the house. She glace around to see if Miroku was there too. No, it's just her and this girl. Whew, Sango thought to herself, she can handle this. "I'm Miroku's friend."

Mieko eyed the girl suspiciously. "How close are you with my Miroku?"

"Oh, we known each other for awhile. It's kind of hard to describe our, um, relationship." Because I hate the perverted job stealing guy. Sango thought to herself.

Mieko was on fire, but she tried to control herself. She had to know more about this girl "special relationship" with her Miroku. "What is your name?"

"My name is San-" Wait, Sango thought to herself, I can't tell her my real name. "Do. My name is Sando."

Mieko raised an eyebrow. Sando? What kind of name is that? What country is this girl from? "Sando, let's be honest with each other. We're both civilized adults here. I think I have a pretty good idea why you're here."

Sango [// or should I say Sando? //] was confused. "You do? Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's not that hard to figure out," Mieko said icily, eyeing Sango messy hair. "It's really not my place to talk, but I am Miroku's girlfriend. What you're doing is wrong, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

Sango sighed, beginning to feel guilt. Breaking into his house was a pretty desperate and low thing to do. Might as well be honest, she thought. "I know, I know, but I need my job. I have my family to take care of, you know?"

Mieko gasped. He's paying her to do this? Wait a second, I was actually going to do it for free? Oh this is just so ... that damn bastard!

Sango looked at the time. "Wells, I got to go now that my work is done. By the way, can you do me a favor? Don't tell Miroku that you saw me here. I'm sure he'll be pretty mad if he knew."

Miroku, that jerk! He even warned Sando ahead. Just how many girlfriends does he have? Mieko nodded and show her out the door. "Don't worry about a thing." Mieko rubs her hands together, smirking. I'll teach the perverted hentai a lesson he'll never forget. "Damnit! My left eyeball is going to pop out at the rate!" She screamed, still rubbing her swollen eye.

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Miroku headed up the stairs, humming, with Mieko's contact solution in hand. This is the best day of his life. He thought happily to himself. Mieko is such a nice sweet girl. He opened the door, expecting a warm welcome. "Honey, I'm home," he joked.

"MIROKU, I have been waiting for you!" Mieko glare at him with a red eye.

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Like the disclaimer, lol? It's dedicated to all the *super duper* nice people who reviewed my first chapter! THANKS GUYS! If it weren't for you guys, I would have stopped the fic. Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! ^-^

Miroku : (gaining conscious again) Ladies, my humble offer still stands. (smiles)

Happy Hippi : Ahhhh, how do you get back here? SANGO! Help!

Sango : (pull out giant weapon) BAKA HENTAI !!!

BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMM!

Happy Hippi : o.O ;; Awww, that has got to hurt ...

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