Standard disclaimers apply.
AN: ARG, school. That's all I have to say. Curse supreme court paper.
To all that reviewed: Thank you! Don't have energy to respond to everyone right now.
Nekurahime- Thank you for pointing that out! I'm writing a story in present tense, so I instinctively switch over. Merci for the complement. (Hugs.)
All- Going to switch to present tense. Just a lot easier. Again, writing story in present tense.
Exchange Student Inu-Yasha Chapter Four: The Louvre
They find themselves in front of a gigantic glass pyramid.
"So, the essential question. What do you think of the pyramid?" Kagome asks.
"It's ugly." Inu-yasha states. "I dunno." Miroku says. "I think its kind of different, but in a good way." He takes a step towards Sango, who looks like she wants to be anywhere except that spot at the moment. "It's beautiful. A lot like you, actually." Sango blushes. Suddenly her left eye twitches and then both eyes narrow. In a split second Miroku has a huge bright red hand print across his cheek and Sango struts of angrily.
"Miroku, please tell me you did not hit on a girl using a glass pyramid and then cop a feel." Inu-yasha has his eyes closed. A vein has popped on his head.
Miroku just feels his cheek and smiles dreamily.
IN THE MUSEUM
"Hello! Hello there!" A short dark haired man calls and runs up to them. His hair looks like he has soaked it in oil. He is wearing Burberry from head to toe, including Burberry flip-flops.
"It's so nice to meet you!" He vigorously shakes all of the people's hands. "My name is Bert. I'll be your art guide for today." Sango notices that his hands are clammy. He makes her skin crawl. (AN: For all of you that have read my other works, yes, this is the same Bert. Our art guide seriously reminded me of him.)
"Come on everyone!" He says. They obediently follow, the guys a little bit warily. "Okay. So this is the Venus de Milo." He says, gesturing to the ivory statue that a group of tourist is gathering around. Miroku starts to smile. Sango hits him over the head. "Note the slight toration in the stomach..." Bert starts, fading away in to a dim feminine monotone.
"Is it just me that is totally scared by this guy?" Inu-yasha whispers.
"Nope. Is he gay?" Miroku whispers.
"Naw. Saw him staring at Sango before. Though he sure seems like it." Sango at the moment was squirming under Bert's gaze.
"Just go away!"
"No."
"You're really creepy, you know." He laughs.
"Yeah, I know." He says, taking a step closer. Sango dashes into the crowd, screaming. Bert follows. Miroku sighs.
"I'm going to go after them and make sure Bert doesn't scare her to much." Miroku too now has dived into the crowd.
Inu-yasha and Kagome just stood in the middle of the hallway, wondering what to do next.
"So...we probably can't catch up to them. The crowds are pretty bad in this place." Kagome starts, trying to think what to do. She brightens up. "Wanna get some pastries? You must be kind of hungry by now, and I'm guessing that you don't really actually wanna see this stuff. I've seen it about a billion times."
"Whatever." He shrugs, following her out of the museum.
A few moments later, they find themselves sitting outside of a café drinking good coffee and eating round baked pastries with little sugar cubes on the outside. (AN: Drool... They're so good...)
"These are..." Inu-yasha mumbles through a mouthful of about three pastries. "Really really good."
"Yeah." Kagome nibbles on one of them. "Most pastries around here are. In fact, we're kind of famous for it."
"Hopefully Miroku and Sango are okay. I wonder what they're doing right now." Inu-yasha ponders, shoving another pastry into his mouth.
MEANWHILE, IN THE MUSUEM
"After this, lets go to ANGELINA'S!" Bert says, jumping up and down. He reminds Sango of a little puppy that keeps humping your leg and just won't go away. (AN... Ria... Heh.) So she finds herself leaning towards Miroku, almost clinging onto him to stay away from the short terror in front of her.
Miroku enjoys every second of it.
"No, Bert, we're not going to Angelina's." Sango says.
"ANGELINA'S!"
"No." Miroku sighs. This routine has been going on for an hour at least. This kid seems to have a strange obsession with Angelina's Café. (Author's note: Man, did they have good hot chocolate. :Drool: )
They are almost through the museum now. They have just seen Cupid at Physce, a statue, which made the well-hidden hopeless romantic side of Sango. Not of her own free will, she shoots a glance at the American standing next to her.
No.
She can't have a crush on him. It's not possible. The pervert... she's only known him for an afternoon! It's much too short of a time to develop feelings for someone. Especially not enough time to develop feelings for a guy like Miroku.
Despite this logical argument, a small seed of doubt within her chest is planted. Does she have feelings for him?
For the moment, she shakes the strain of thought away. On the horizon the exit shines, a beacon of hope in a world of perverts and stalkers. A certain stalker who, she realizes, has been staring at the back of her head for the entire time.
"Will you stop that?" She snaps at the short boy. He just smiles creepily in a way that makes her want to back away from him very quickly. The only way to describe the feeling produced by that smile would be this:
Spiders crawling up the back of your neck.
They are now with in the great hall of the museum, near the giant pyramid. Sango grabs Miroku's arms and starts walking quickly from their guide.
"Well, it was very nice meeting you! See you later! Or not... but whatever!" She's almost running now, and Miroku is following her.
"Yeah. Bye." Miroku blurts out as he is dragged out of the museum. "What was that?" He asks Sango.
"He was scary."
"You shouldn't have worried Sango. I was there to protect you." He says, putting an arm around her shoulder. She blushes, and then feels something else. Very quickly her blush deepens into an angry flush.
"PERVERT!" She screams, smacking him across his face so hard that a large and painful looking hand print shows up on his cheek.
Inu-yasha looks up from his pastry in the courtyard.
"Think it's Sango and Miroku?" He asks, turning to the girl who is drinking a coffee besides him.
"Who else could it be?" Kagome says, standing and tossing her empty cup into a near by trashcan. She moves towards the gigantic glass pyramid. He shoves the last piece of the pastry into his mouth and follows her.
Miroku and Sango emerge from the pyramid, one looking very angry and one looking like he's in a lot of pain.
"Come on guys! It's time for dinner. We're going to my house." She grabs Sango's hand and pulls her forward ahead of the two boys.
"Where were you?" Sango demands.
"We went out to get some pastries. I've sent the Louvre five million times and he didn't really seem to be interested." Kagome shrugs.
"Well you certainly left me in good hands. The pervert and the stalker. Wonderful."
"Come on. You know you loved every second of it."
Sango gets a little pink but says nothing. "And what about you? You seemed to be getting along pretty well with that Inu-yasha guy."
"Well, he's not as bad as I thought, at least." She grudgingly admits.
Little did any of them know what was to come with dinner.
AN: So, did you like it? Please review! I put this out on a week day. Be proud of me.
AN: ARG, school. That's all I have to say. Curse supreme court paper.
To all that reviewed: Thank you! Don't have energy to respond to everyone right now.
Nekurahime- Thank you for pointing that out! I'm writing a story in present tense, so I instinctively switch over. Merci for the complement. (Hugs.)
All- Going to switch to present tense. Just a lot easier. Again, writing story in present tense.
Exchange Student Inu-Yasha Chapter Four: The Louvre
They find themselves in front of a gigantic glass pyramid.
"So, the essential question. What do you think of the pyramid?" Kagome asks.
"It's ugly." Inu-yasha states. "I dunno." Miroku says. "I think its kind of different, but in a good way." He takes a step towards Sango, who looks like she wants to be anywhere except that spot at the moment. "It's beautiful. A lot like you, actually." Sango blushes. Suddenly her left eye twitches and then both eyes narrow. In a split second Miroku has a huge bright red hand print across his cheek and Sango struts of angrily.
"Miroku, please tell me you did not hit on a girl using a glass pyramid and then cop a feel." Inu-yasha has his eyes closed. A vein has popped on his head.
Miroku just feels his cheek and smiles dreamily.
IN THE MUSEUM
"Hello! Hello there!" A short dark haired man calls and runs up to them. His hair looks like he has soaked it in oil. He is wearing Burberry from head to toe, including Burberry flip-flops.
"It's so nice to meet you!" He vigorously shakes all of the people's hands. "My name is Bert. I'll be your art guide for today." Sango notices that his hands are clammy. He makes her skin crawl. (AN: For all of you that have read my other works, yes, this is the same Bert. Our art guide seriously reminded me of him.)
"Come on everyone!" He says. They obediently follow, the guys a little bit warily. "Okay. So this is the Venus de Milo." He says, gesturing to the ivory statue that a group of tourist is gathering around. Miroku starts to smile. Sango hits him over the head. "Note the slight toration in the stomach..." Bert starts, fading away in to a dim feminine monotone.
"Is it just me that is totally scared by this guy?" Inu-yasha whispers.
"Nope. Is he gay?" Miroku whispers.
"Naw. Saw him staring at Sango before. Though he sure seems like it." Sango at the moment was squirming under Bert's gaze.
"Just go away!"
"No."
"You're really creepy, you know." He laughs.
"Yeah, I know." He says, taking a step closer. Sango dashes into the crowd, screaming. Bert follows. Miroku sighs.
"I'm going to go after them and make sure Bert doesn't scare her to much." Miroku too now has dived into the crowd.
Inu-yasha and Kagome just stood in the middle of the hallway, wondering what to do next.
"So...we probably can't catch up to them. The crowds are pretty bad in this place." Kagome starts, trying to think what to do. She brightens up. "Wanna get some pastries? You must be kind of hungry by now, and I'm guessing that you don't really actually wanna see this stuff. I've seen it about a billion times."
"Whatever." He shrugs, following her out of the museum.
A few moments later, they find themselves sitting outside of a café drinking good coffee and eating round baked pastries with little sugar cubes on the outside. (AN: Drool... They're so good...)
"These are..." Inu-yasha mumbles through a mouthful of about three pastries. "Really really good."
"Yeah." Kagome nibbles on one of them. "Most pastries around here are. In fact, we're kind of famous for it."
"Hopefully Miroku and Sango are okay. I wonder what they're doing right now." Inu-yasha ponders, shoving another pastry into his mouth.
MEANWHILE, IN THE MUSUEM
"After this, lets go to ANGELINA'S!" Bert says, jumping up and down. He reminds Sango of a little puppy that keeps humping your leg and just won't go away. (AN... Ria... Heh.) So she finds herself leaning towards Miroku, almost clinging onto him to stay away from the short terror in front of her.
Miroku enjoys every second of it.
"No, Bert, we're not going to Angelina's." Sango says.
"ANGELINA'S!"
"No." Miroku sighs. This routine has been going on for an hour at least. This kid seems to have a strange obsession with Angelina's Café. (Author's note: Man, did they have good hot chocolate. :Drool: )
They are almost through the museum now. They have just seen Cupid at Physce, a statue, which made the well-hidden hopeless romantic side of Sango. Not of her own free will, she shoots a glance at the American standing next to her.
No.
She can't have a crush on him. It's not possible. The pervert... she's only known him for an afternoon! It's much too short of a time to develop feelings for someone. Especially not enough time to develop feelings for a guy like Miroku.
Despite this logical argument, a small seed of doubt within her chest is planted. Does she have feelings for him?
For the moment, she shakes the strain of thought away. On the horizon the exit shines, a beacon of hope in a world of perverts and stalkers. A certain stalker who, she realizes, has been staring at the back of her head for the entire time.
"Will you stop that?" She snaps at the short boy. He just smiles creepily in a way that makes her want to back away from him very quickly. The only way to describe the feeling produced by that smile would be this:
Spiders crawling up the back of your neck.
They are now with in the great hall of the museum, near the giant pyramid. Sango grabs Miroku's arms and starts walking quickly from their guide.
"Well, it was very nice meeting you! See you later! Or not... but whatever!" She's almost running now, and Miroku is following her.
"Yeah. Bye." Miroku blurts out as he is dragged out of the museum. "What was that?" He asks Sango.
"He was scary."
"You shouldn't have worried Sango. I was there to protect you." He says, putting an arm around her shoulder. She blushes, and then feels something else. Very quickly her blush deepens into an angry flush.
"PERVERT!" She screams, smacking him across his face so hard that a large and painful looking hand print shows up on his cheek.
Inu-yasha looks up from his pastry in the courtyard.
"Think it's Sango and Miroku?" He asks, turning to the girl who is drinking a coffee besides him.
"Who else could it be?" Kagome says, standing and tossing her empty cup into a near by trashcan. She moves towards the gigantic glass pyramid. He shoves the last piece of the pastry into his mouth and follows her.
Miroku and Sango emerge from the pyramid, one looking very angry and one looking like he's in a lot of pain.
"Come on guys! It's time for dinner. We're going to my house." She grabs Sango's hand and pulls her forward ahead of the two boys.
"Where were you?" Sango demands.
"We went out to get some pastries. I've sent the Louvre five million times and he didn't really seem to be interested." Kagome shrugs.
"Well you certainly left me in good hands. The pervert and the stalker. Wonderful."
"Come on. You know you loved every second of it."
Sango gets a little pink but says nothing. "And what about you? You seemed to be getting along pretty well with that Inu-yasha guy."
"Well, he's not as bad as I thought, at least." She grudgingly admits.
Little did any of them know what was to come with dinner.
AN: So, did you like it? Please review! I put this out on a week day. Be proud of me.