Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me…
A/N: You guys are what make an author great! ^^ But I can't celebrate since I have my own personal problems.
Unspoken Words
One… Two… Three…
"Mrs.Higurashi…" Sango forced a cough from herself as she held the phone to her mouth. "I don't think I can make it today…." She sniffled. "I think I have the cold…"
"Oh my dear…." She replied with sympathy. Even though the young girl was just a common everyday caretaker for her daughter, she felt as though she was like one of her own children. She recollected the day when a girl (before Sango) yelled out loud when she realized that Kagome had some speech problems and the day when her daughter was sitting out in the shrine, alone, till Sango came along to cheer her up. "Is there anything I can do?"
She shook her head and smiled. "Nope. I just wanted you to tell Kagome to not be disappointed and… Oh, I found somebody to help me substitute."
Kagome's mother was a little shock at the words. A substitute for Sango?
Sango muffled her voice with a hand to make it sound raspy. "Don't worry… I think Inuyasha is perfect for the job, Kagome really likes to spend time with."
"Inuyasha? They spent time together, before?"
"Oh…" She spoke up suddenly. "He's a really nice person and I made sure of that! Trust me, Mrs. Hirgurashi…"
Mrs.Higurashi placed the phone on hold for awhile. A substitute who is a boy? That was the main reason why she hired her but… If Sango picked him and they all knew each other, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"So when do you want him to come?"
Yes!
~*~
"I don't want to go!!!" Inuyasha said again for the 20th time, today. His friend, Miroku, ignored the comments with an annoyed look on his face as he rummaged through his closet. "Why do I have to go? You're not my mom!!"
He shrugged as he took out two jackets from his closet. Should he wear the leather one or the sports jacket? The Italian one was very stylish but the sports jacket did enhance his boyish look…
"I know it!" He plopped onto his bed and looked up into the ceiling. "You want me to go and take care of the dumb girl while you visit the sick girl. Right?"
"Inuyasha… Tsk… Tsk..." He sighed. "You should never call a woman like that. That dumb girl you call is a lady and her name is Kagome. While my girl is Sango and I know she won't be sick when she sees me."
He plopped the two suits on the bed. "Pick one."
Inuyasha didn't bother to look up at all. Why did he make him choose the clothes? Who cares? Why dress a certain way when an expensive shirt is sure to be ruined, outdated and such…? He didn't want to impress anybody… There was nobody worth impressing except…
"Neither…"
Miroku questioned him. "What do you mean? Neither?"
"We both know that Sango is definitely going to be sick seeing you, again! You groped her and do you expect someone to welcome that? Sheesh… You never learn do you?" He scoffed and flipped through the pages of a random magazine.
"What!!" He looked down at him. "You think you're a gentleman?"
"Shut up!!"
"Inuyasha…." Miroku pushed him out of the apartment as hard as he could and locked him out. "Go and pick Kagome up."
He returned to his bedroom and looked over to his two choices. Banging and cursing were heard outside the room but he chose to ignore and go over his clothing…
Maybe he was right… I should go with something different… He thought with a smirk on his face.
~*~
He waited outside the door with a large bouquet of flowers as he made sure that the address was right. Who knew that Sango had owned a Dojo or what was it again?
He pressed and pushed down what looked like a large door slammer in a shape of a dragon which knocked on the door a few times. The door open slowly with a screech as Miroku was starting to get nervous with sweat all over his neck.
A person peered from behind the door. It was her, Sango!
He smiled with his most famous smile and walked over with the flowers or rather rushed over…
"Sango!!!" He leaped into the air and felt so glad…
Every person dreams in their life to be happy and find love once in their life. He thinks he had found it in her… Yes. She was totally unlike others… She was smart, pretty, tough and not to mention a wonderful personality. Once, he had read in a dating magazine for boys that it was 5/40 to find your soul mate before you got to old or such… But he was determined to beat the odds and he remembered in freshman year a few years ago, when every boy looked at him when he proclaimed it out loud.
Or in a form such as like "I love you Nami!!!" The girl who could have been the most beautiful of the goddesses in mythology if there was such thing. Yes, people said that he was daring to call on a senior… Yes, daring for love. Never once on his life had a girl he groped once opened the door to let him enter into her home. Now, it was different… He had found her and there was nothing which could stop- -"
He crashed into the door right after it slammed shut…
"Sango…" T-T He cried (anime-style).
~*~
He knocked on the door and sighed as he tucked back his hands into the coat pockets. It was certainly aggravating… That girl wasn't his girlfriend and by the way, they made him, made it seem so. Keh! Like he was interested in her, the dumb girl…
The door opened as Mrs. Higurashi, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and freckles smiled back at him. She turned to the staircase behind her and called out for Kagome. Then, turned back to him and said, "You're Inuyasha, right?"
Inuyasha suddenly greeted her. She certainly reminded him of his mom. "Umm… I'm Inuyasha, alright." He gulped as if he was under surveillance. It was starting to get embarrassing…..