A/N: DUDE!!! How long has it been??? I'm very sorry that I have such a bad updating schedule! I swear, I started this about…7 months ago, and I never got around to finishing it. Hopefully this chapter answers the question why Miroku is not acting like a hentai. I'll try to add his perverted personality into the story, but I can't put too much (after all, he is her doctor!).

Chapter 3: Physicals and Naughty Hands

"Katsuragi!"

"Yes, Ajikenai?"

"Do not address me as some common physician, I am the head doctor here! You will treat me with respect, and do not forget the Dr. part!" Dr. Ajikenai barked to Miroku.

"I'm listening, Dr," Miroku tried to hide his intense hatred of the exasperating man.

"X4338 needs a physical, and I'm busy at the moment," he told Miroku. "Just do the regular, you know blood test, pupils, temp, ears-"

Miroku zoned out then. If he snapped at Ajikenai that he knew what to do, he would surely get punished for it. One thing bothered him, though. By the way Sango talked about Ajikenai, they were pretty close, or at least friendly with each other. Why did he always call her by a number?

"-weight, and scoliosis. Got it?"

"Yes, Dr. I just have an off topic question. Why are the patients given numbers? I think it kind of odd that you talk to them using their names, but otherwise identify them by a number."

"NO STUPID QUESTIONS!!!! Now, get to work. I don't want to see you anymore."

Rolling his eyes, Miroku shut the office door and walked to Sango's room. Before opening the door, he took a deep breath, and told himself:

She's a patient. She's just a patient.

He opened the door and walked in.

"Hello Sango!" he greeted.

Sango looked up at him, her never-ending observation of the outside world being interrupted.

"Hello Miroku. Come for one of your 'talks' again?"

"No, actually, it's time for your physical."

At his words Sango's eyes widened.

Realizing what she was afraid of, Miroku blushed. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm not a gynecologist, Sango. I can't do that."

Immensely relieved, Sango let go of the breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"Come with me," Miroku motioned for her to follow him down the hall. They walked out of her room, and into one of the examination rooms.

Once they got there, they did all the boring stuff (such as height and weight) without talking.

"Hop on, and I might be able to sneak in a sucker for you," Miroku joked, indicating the white, paper-covered table against the wall.

Sango meekly got up on the table while Miroku grabbed the…uh…light thingy, and checked her pupils.

"So last time wasn't really a pupil reaction test, was it?" Sango slyly asked.

Reminiscing of their last encounter, Miroku blushed.

"I'm sorry about that, Sango. That was way out of line. You can be sure it won't happen again," he apologized.

Even though Sango's face remained expressionless, she could not help feeling disappointed inside. She liked this young doctor. He was funny, easy to talk to, and hot to boot! She knew they shouldn't have anything more than a patient-doctor relationship, though she had hoped he wouldn't care about their circumstances.

"Ok, Sango. I need you to open the back of your gown and lie on your stomach while I check your back muscles," Miroku said, the first part of his examination done.

She immediately obeyed. Although this was routine for all patients, Sango couldn't help feeling different about this time. Would it be different being touched by this new, inexperienced doctor? Would anything change between them? Would he just be disappointed, or laugh in her face because she's crazy?

"Ok, all done."

"Huh?" Sango looked at Miroku.

"Your back looks pretty good. You're done with your physical," He looked away as he said this. "Time to go back to your room."

Sango sensed he was hiding something, but didn't feel she had the authority to ask about it. She wordlessly followed him back to the room. Yes, she was disappointed (as I'm sure those who are reading are).

When she first met him, she thought she had felt something different about Miroku. Was it his confident disposition that she sensed as he walked through her door? Did his beautiful dark eyes lure her into his trap? She couldn't (wouldn't) describe the insecure, though safe feeling she had every time she saw him. Maybe she was just stuck in this nuthouse for so long that she jumped for the first good-looking man that showed up in front of her. Or maybe all those pills she had to take were jacking up her hormones.

But something scared her about this…predicament. Even with past boyfriends (all 2 of them), she had never felt drawn to someone like this. She'd had plenty of crushes, but this was…weird.

"Before I go Sango, I'd like to talk to you about your behavior," Miroku said, a business-like expression on his face.

Sango smiled expectantly. Although aware of her thoughts, Miroku continued.

"I know what you're thinking, especially after our last…meeting."

She stared at him, trying to keep her face neutral. Screaming within her thoughts was a single word: AND???

"…I'm very sorry, Sango, but you know that this hospital has a very strict policy about how doctors treat their patients. We must keep a formal relationship, or else I can't tend to you anymore. I sincerely wish that we had met under different circumstances," Miroku's face remained serious, but his eyes showed sorrow.

Like a heroine from a movie, bravely standing up to her enemy, Sango looked him straight in the eye, "I know. But can you just tell me one thing?"

His eyes remained locked with hers.

"How good are you at keeping secrets?"

Blushing, Miroku became flustered. All he could do was stutter.

"Um…I-I…can't…"

Sango smiled. Now would be a most opportune moment to do the one thing that she's wanted to do since she met him.

She yanked his tie and pulled his head down to her level. Miroku seemed shocked, and stood frozen in fear. Was she…was she going to…

One suave move later, and Sango was blushing uncontrollably…

A few minutes later, Miroku walked out Sango's door with a dark red hand-print on his face.