Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co and to tell you the truth I'm quite
glad I don't. Mail, fans, and deadlines, who wants those, would swarm me?
A/N: I'm proud of the last chapter, I'm just a little mad that it was so short. . .this one will be longer. I'm starting it today (the day I posted chapter 10). So. . .yea. . .this will be a dark/light chapter, San/Yuu more stuff then San/Mir cause I gotta wrap up their relationship.
So let's get on with it!!!
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Chapter 11: The Grope Master is Back
"I'm so glad he's back to himself. . .at least with the wisecracks he is." I said into the phone as I wrote in my journal and talked to Kagome-chan. "But he keeps calling me, trying to get a date and "work things out". I have a date with Yuu-kun tonight, so I can't very well cancel. What should I do, Kag-chan?"
"GO, SANGO-CHAN!" she yelled through the receiver. I had to hold the earpiece away from my ear it was so loud.
When I knew the coast was clear I held the phone to my ear again. "Alright, alright, Kagome-chan." I muttered. "But I have to end it with Yuu."
"That's the only real solution. Anyway, how is Miroku-sama's mental state?" Kagome-chan asked, concern in her tone.
I remembered that he had an almost insane episode where he was calling to his bucket. I didn't know why he wanted the bucket so I asked the next-door neighbor (we were in his apartment) is they had one. They did, I gave it to Houshi-sama, and he said: "Don't you know what a bucket's for?"
It was a stupid question, and him saying it sounded even dumber. I just lied and said I did.
After that I asked my father what it meant. He said, in what sense. I said, because he's addicted to drugs it might be connected. Father said it was for smoking pot. I was angry. I hadn't talked to him normally since.
"He's. . .about to fall off the train, that's all I know. He's having these episodes and they freak me out." I said seriously. "If I have dinner with him he's always reaching into his pocket, I think for cigarettes, and when he pulls his hand out and it's empty he looks like he's going to cry."
Kagome made a noise like she was going to laugh. I ignored it.
"Just go, Sango-chan. I know the PERFECT place! Come to my recital." She said happily.
"Another one? Don't you, like, have one every other day or something?" I muttered.
"Basically. It's because the rich people love ballet, we bring it to them to make enough money to keep the school open." I could tell she was smiling. "Inuyasha got me something." BIG subject change.
"What?" I asked, excited now.
"I'll show you when you come to the recital. It was sooo romantic. But. . .y'know. . .he had to ruin it by making a really retarded remark, like "I only got it cause I saw in the window. Plus I could afford it." Now THAT pisses me off."
We shared a laugh, continued out conversation for another hour until I had to go, said our goodbyes and hung up.
"Oh Kagome-chan, you're so lucky." I whispered to myself as I fell backwards onto my light blue bead spread. "I wish I had a boyfriend like that." Something in my head was telling me, 'You do! It's Yuu! He's the nicest guy you've ever met.' I ignored that voice. It didn't seem sensible.
Something about Yuu made me feel comfortable. And that isn't the way you're supposed to feel when you're on a date with a person you barely know. It was like he was a long lost friend.
"I can't date him anymore." I whispered as I turned over and buried my face into my pillow. "It's like dating my brother."
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"How about a show, Yuu?" I threw Kagome's idea at him while we ate lunch at Tetsuya's Ramen Café. He was quite all day, casting glances over his shoulder and giving me very nervous smiles. He had taken his hair out of its small ponytail, and now I felt less like I was having a date with Houshi-sama. His hair was up to his shoulders. I wondered if Houshi-sama's looked like that, Wavy and shiny and beautiful. I just wanted to run my fingers through it. Whenever he turned his head his hair would fly. I wished mine would do that, but mine, being in a high ponytail, it only moved like a snake.
"Well?" I persisted. He wasn't paying attention and I was getting fed up with it.
"Well what, Sango-san?" he asked absent-mindedly.
"My best friend has a recital today, how bout he go?" I asked as I slurped on my soda and held my cheek in the palm of my hand.
"Sure." He turned his head back from over his shoulder and smiled nervously, again.
I rolled my eyes. He was really bad at hiding things. I knew he was watching out for someone. I guess his ex-girlfriend worked around her or something. Oh well, it's not Like I'm planning on going steady with the guy.
"What about Kendo? We should practice. Your first tournament is coming up." He seemed to be back to his gullible, boring old self. I don't know what got into me but I wasn't feeling so great around him anymore. He wasn't my Mr. Right anymore, I could tell that. And now that Houshi-sama is off his habits—for a while anyway—I still consider him my secret Mr. Right.
"Listen, Yuu. I gotta ask you something." I said, finally. I was sick and tired of stringing him along. I felt awful and I didn't like the way he was all jumpy.
"I do too, Sango-san." He said, looking back at me then quickly averting his eyes to his ramen.
'You go first." I hope he's breaking it off, I thought happily, clutching the table out of sheer excitement and anticipation.
"Well. . .I. . ." he scratched his head and ran his fingers through his hair. It fell back into place as he let his hand fall to the table, scratching at it. ". . .I'm kind of. . .I. . .I have a. . .girlfriend." he whispered.
I smiled, but quickly erased it as I masked my face with pain and sadness. "Oh. . .really?" I whispered, inside smiling widely and wanting to dance on the table right then and there.
"Yes. And I think she found out about us." He looked up, pain in his eyes. "I just wanted to cheer you up, Sango-san! I didn't have any intention of falling in love with you." He said with tears in his eyes.
I gasped quietly. I had thought of this.
He grabbed my hand and walked around the table, leaning forward and capturing my lips in a very sweet, chaste kiss. It ended abruptly, almost as quickly as it started as he turned his head quickly and swallowed, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Yuu. . .-kun." I hesitated in adding the ending part. I had always, up to now, called him Yuu, only occasionally thinking of calling him affectionately.
I looked at my lap, blushing furiously, then looked up. . .and always choked on my spit.
"Kagome-chan! Houshi-sama!" I yelled, pushing Yuu aside and stomping over to them. They were in a booth, their menu's up. The way I could tell it was them was because Kagome's arm, held out with a sort of antenna shooting out of her wrist, wires spitting from the bottom, up to the sleeve of her uniform.
I glared at her then turned to Houshi-sama. He smiled nervously and waved.
"You are. . .sooo gonna die, Kagome-chan!" I yelled but calmly just hit her upside the head.
"See how flustered she is," Kagome whispered to Houshi-sama, "That means she didn't like that kiss. That Yuu guy doesn't know what he's doing."
They both laughed. I mocked them and turned around, looking for Yuu.
"He must be inexperienced. I know how that is. When Houjo-kun tried to kiss me it was all slobbery and he grabbed my butt." Kagome said in a conversational way to Houshi-sama.
"The first girl I kissed was grabbing my crotch while I kissed her." Houshi- sama said as he thought.
They laughed.
My eye twitched. I couldn't believe my ears.
"But, y'know, I didn't really mind. Just squeezed her back." He said and laughed.
Kagome hit him. "You perv." She muttered.
I decided I didn't want to listen to them and went to find Yuu. He had disappeared.
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And I had found him, getting' low in an alley with some girl. I sighed and kicked a soup can at his head. So much for 'Falling in Love with me'. I patted my uniform skirt down at marched toward home. No need to be stomping around this place without anyone to go around with you.
I got home to an empty house. I went to the kitchen, read the note my father left me:
Sango,
Dropped Kohaku off at the dentist, watched him get his teeth pulled. Taking him downtown to meet a friend, be back at 9 P.M
-Pop
I rolled me eyes and threw the note in the garbage, looked around the house for food, seeing that the only thing I had eaten at the Raman joint was soda. And you don't EAT soda.
I went upstairs, closed the door to my room, shed my uniform and lied on my bed, in only my bra and underwear. I was tired and sad, for some reason. I didn't know why but I felt like someone had ripped a chunk out of my chest, preferably the heart area.
I buried my face in my pillow and could feel the tears just wanting to jump out. I let them but didn't sob. Maybe it hurt too much to sob?
I reached blindly for my cell phone, which I had placed on my nightstand before I had fallen onto my bed, and dialed any number that came to my mind. I needed a reassuring voice. But why would I call HIM if I needed a reassuring voice.
"Hello Sango." Came his leathery voice.
"Oh shit." I muttered as I got ready to hang up. "Go to hell, asshole." I muttered.
"You know you wanna come over." He said.
"Hell no you lecher." I said into the receiver, putting it back to my ear and deciding not to hang up just yet.
"C'mon, you never come over!" he whined, losing his suaveness.
"Houshi-sama, don't you have somewhere to be?" I was hinting at being at a shrine or something. Isn't that why I'm always calling him 'Houshi-sama'? Because he's a monk?
"Oh, they fired me." He said carelessly.
"What? Why?" I gasped.
"Cause, I never went. Anyway, Sango, please??? Please come over! I'm lonely!" he whined again.
I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. I'll be over in 5." And I hung up without a goodbye.
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I walked to Houshi-sama's apartment. I had only been there once before, and now I know the route by heart.
I rang the bell for his room, he answered, I asked to enter, he said yes, and I went up the many flights of stairs to his top floor apartment.
I opened the door and smiled inwardly. My veneer of impatience always fell away as I saw him sitting on the couch reading a magazine with no shirt on. I blushed and closed the door.
"I slammed his magazine down and glared at him, remembering something very angering.
"What?" he jumped up form the couch and let me sit down.
I pulled my hair out of the high ponytail it was held up in. I was getting a headache form it. I tied my hair loosely.
"Houshi-sama, why did you go with Kagome-chan to spy on my and Yuu-kun?" I asked seriously.
He looked away, avoiding my hard glare.
"Because she asked me to." He said softly. "I'm sorry, Sango, if it hurt you."
I almost fell for it. "Yeah. . .year sorry. Right." I looked somewhere other then his turned back. "Can we go out. . .again?" I asked, quietly, almost inaudibly, hoping he hadn't heard.
There was a long stretch of silence, in that time I thought he hadn't heard. But he had. He turned, his face all serious.
I bit my lip to keep from wanting to have a liplock with his.
"Alright. When?" he asked and smiled his charming smile. It was light and not expected.
"Now." I said quickly and pulled him pulled him from the couch, dragging him to the door.
"Sango, wait! I gotta have a shirt on y'know!" he complained as he tried to stop me.
"Show the whole world your toned abs, I don't care! I have to take you somewhere." I said as I opened the door, dragged him out, and let the door slam behind us.
"What's all that racket!" an old woman complained.
"I'm sorry Ms. Mitaka! It will never happen again!" Houshi-sama apologized over his shoulder as I dragged him down the stairs and out.
Where I was pulling him, only my body knew. It pulled me and made me pull him. The direction: the park.
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I didn't like this chapter. Did you? I thought of re-writing it but I read it and I think it'll be all right.
So please REVIEW!
The next chapter is quite a dozy.
Next chapter:
Chapter 12: Lip lock and an Angels Voice
Aka: Chapter 12: Lip lock Under a Tree
Aka: Chapter 12: An Angels Voice
A/N: I'm proud of the last chapter, I'm just a little mad that it was so short. . .this one will be longer. I'm starting it today (the day I posted chapter 10). So. . .yea. . .this will be a dark/light chapter, San/Yuu more stuff then San/Mir cause I gotta wrap up their relationship.
So let's get on with it!!!
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Chapter 11: The Grope Master is Back
"I'm so glad he's back to himself. . .at least with the wisecracks he is." I said into the phone as I wrote in my journal and talked to Kagome-chan. "But he keeps calling me, trying to get a date and "work things out". I have a date with Yuu-kun tonight, so I can't very well cancel. What should I do, Kag-chan?"
"GO, SANGO-CHAN!" she yelled through the receiver. I had to hold the earpiece away from my ear it was so loud.
When I knew the coast was clear I held the phone to my ear again. "Alright, alright, Kagome-chan." I muttered. "But I have to end it with Yuu."
"That's the only real solution. Anyway, how is Miroku-sama's mental state?" Kagome-chan asked, concern in her tone.
I remembered that he had an almost insane episode where he was calling to his bucket. I didn't know why he wanted the bucket so I asked the next-door neighbor (we were in his apartment) is they had one. They did, I gave it to Houshi-sama, and he said: "Don't you know what a bucket's for?"
It was a stupid question, and him saying it sounded even dumber. I just lied and said I did.
After that I asked my father what it meant. He said, in what sense. I said, because he's addicted to drugs it might be connected. Father said it was for smoking pot. I was angry. I hadn't talked to him normally since.
"He's. . .about to fall off the train, that's all I know. He's having these episodes and they freak me out." I said seriously. "If I have dinner with him he's always reaching into his pocket, I think for cigarettes, and when he pulls his hand out and it's empty he looks like he's going to cry."
Kagome made a noise like she was going to laugh. I ignored it.
"Just go, Sango-chan. I know the PERFECT place! Come to my recital." She said happily.
"Another one? Don't you, like, have one every other day or something?" I muttered.
"Basically. It's because the rich people love ballet, we bring it to them to make enough money to keep the school open." I could tell she was smiling. "Inuyasha got me something." BIG subject change.
"What?" I asked, excited now.
"I'll show you when you come to the recital. It was sooo romantic. But. . .y'know. . .he had to ruin it by making a really retarded remark, like "I only got it cause I saw in the window. Plus I could afford it." Now THAT pisses me off."
We shared a laugh, continued out conversation for another hour until I had to go, said our goodbyes and hung up.
"Oh Kagome-chan, you're so lucky." I whispered to myself as I fell backwards onto my light blue bead spread. "I wish I had a boyfriend like that." Something in my head was telling me, 'You do! It's Yuu! He's the nicest guy you've ever met.' I ignored that voice. It didn't seem sensible.
Something about Yuu made me feel comfortable. And that isn't the way you're supposed to feel when you're on a date with a person you barely know. It was like he was a long lost friend.
"I can't date him anymore." I whispered as I turned over and buried my face into my pillow. "It's like dating my brother."
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"How about a show, Yuu?" I threw Kagome's idea at him while we ate lunch at Tetsuya's Ramen Café. He was quite all day, casting glances over his shoulder and giving me very nervous smiles. He had taken his hair out of its small ponytail, and now I felt less like I was having a date with Houshi-sama. His hair was up to his shoulders. I wondered if Houshi-sama's looked like that, Wavy and shiny and beautiful. I just wanted to run my fingers through it. Whenever he turned his head his hair would fly. I wished mine would do that, but mine, being in a high ponytail, it only moved like a snake.
"Well?" I persisted. He wasn't paying attention and I was getting fed up with it.
"Well what, Sango-san?" he asked absent-mindedly.
"My best friend has a recital today, how bout he go?" I asked as I slurped on my soda and held my cheek in the palm of my hand.
"Sure." He turned his head back from over his shoulder and smiled nervously, again.
I rolled my eyes. He was really bad at hiding things. I knew he was watching out for someone. I guess his ex-girlfriend worked around her or something. Oh well, it's not Like I'm planning on going steady with the guy.
"What about Kendo? We should practice. Your first tournament is coming up." He seemed to be back to his gullible, boring old self. I don't know what got into me but I wasn't feeling so great around him anymore. He wasn't my Mr. Right anymore, I could tell that. And now that Houshi-sama is off his habits—for a while anyway—I still consider him my secret Mr. Right.
"Listen, Yuu. I gotta ask you something." I said, finally. I was sick and tired of stringing him along. I felt awful and I didn't like the way he was all jumpy.
"I do too, Sango-san." He said, looking back at me then quickly averting his eyes to his ramen.
'You go first." I hope he's breaking it off, I thought happily, clutching the table out of sheer excitement and anticipation.
"Well. . .I. . ." he scratched his head and ran his fingers through his hair. It fell back into place as he let his hand fall to the table, scratching at it. ". . .I'm kind of. . .I. . .I have a. . .girlfriend." he whispered.
I smiled, but quickly erased it as I masked my face with pain and sadness. "Oh. . .really?" I whispered, inside smiling widely and wanting to dance on the table right then and there.
"Yes. And I think she found out about us." He looked up, pain in his eyes. "I just wanted to cheer you up, Sango-san! I didn't have any intention of falling in love with you." He said with tears in his eyes.
I gasped quietly. I had thought of this.
He grabbed my hand and walked around the table, leaning forward and capturing my lips in a very sweet, chaste kiss. It ended abruptly, almost as quickly as it started as he turned his head quickly and swallowed, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Yuu. . .-kun." I hesitated in adding the ending part. I had always, up to now, called him Yuu, only occasionally thinking of calling him affectionately.
I looked at my lap, blushing furiously, then looked up. . .and always choked on my spit.
"Kagome-chan! Houshi-sama!" I yelled, pushing Yuu aside and stomping over to them. They were in a booth, their menu's up. The way I could tell it was them was because Kagome's arm, held out with a sort of antenna shooting out of her wrist, wires spitting from the bottom, up to the sleeve of her uniform.
I glared at her then turned to Houshi-sama. He smiled nervously and waved.
"You are. . .sooo gonna die, Kagome-chan!" I yelled but calmly just hit her upside the head.
"See how flustered she is," Kagome whispered to Houshi-sama, "That means she didn't like that kiss. That Yuu guy doesn't know what he's doing."
They both laughed. I mocked them and turned around, looking for Yuu.
"He must be inexperienced. I know how that is. When Houjo-kun tried to kiss me it was all slobbery and he grabbed my butt." Kagome said in a conversational way to Houshi-sama.
"The first girl I kissed was grabbing my crotch while I kissed her." Houshi- sama said as he thought.
They laughed.
My eye twitched. I couldn't believe my ears.
"But, y'know, I didn't really mind. Just squeezed her back." He said and laughed.
Kagome hit him. "You perv." She muttered.
I decided I didn't want to listen to them and went to find Yuu. He had disappeared.
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And I had found him, getting' low in an alley with some girl. I sighed and kicked a soup can at his head. So much for 'Falling in Love with me'. I patted my uniform skirt down at marched toward home. No need to be stomping around this place without anyone to go around with you.
I got home to an empty house. I went to the kitchen, read the note my father left me:
Sango,
Dropped Kohaku off at the dentist, watched him get his teeth pulled. Taking him downtown to meet a friend, be back at 9 P.M
-Pop
I rolled me eyes and threw the note in the garbage, looked around the house for food, seeing that the only thing I had eaten at the Raman joint was soda. And you don't EAT soda.
I went upstairs, closed the door to my room, shed my uniform and lied on my bed, in only my bra and underwear. I was tired and sad, for some reason. I didn't know why but I felt like someone had ripped a chunk out of my chest, preferably the heart area.
I buried my face in my pillow and could feel the tears just wanting to jump out. I let them but didn't sob. Maybe it hurt too much to sob?
I reached blindly for my cell phone, which I had placed on my nightstand before I had fallen onto my bed, and dialed any number that came to my mind. I needed a reassuring voice. But why would I call HIM if I needed a reassuring voice.
"Hello Sango." Came his leathery voice.
"Oh shit." I muttered as I got ready to hang up. "Go to hell, asshole." I muttered.
"You know you wanna come over." He said.
"Hell no you lecher." I said into the receiver, putting it back to my ear and deciding not to hang up just yet.
"C'mon, you never come over!" he whined, losing his suaveness.
"Houshi-sama, don't you have somewhere to be?" I was hinting at being at a shrine or something. Isn't that why I'm always calling him 'Houshi-sama'? Because he's a monk?
"Oh, they fired me." He said carelessly.
"What? Why?" I gasped.
"Cause, I never went. Anyway, Sango, please??? Please come over! I'm lonely!" he whined again.
I sighed. "Fine. Whatever. I'll be over in 5." And I hung up without a goodbye.
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I walked to Houshi-sama's apartment. I had only been there once before, and now I know the route by heart.
I rang the bell for his room, he answered, I asked to enter, he said yes, and I went up the many flights of stairs to his top floor apartment.
I opened the door and smiled inwardly. My veneer of impatience always fell away as I saw him sitting on the couch reading a magazine with no shirt on. I blushed and closed the door.
"I slammed his magazine down and glared at him, remembering something very angering.
"What?" he jumped up form the couch and let me sit down.
I pulled my hair out of the high ponytail it was held up in. I was getting a headache form it. I tied my hair loosely.
"Houshi-sama, why did you go with Kagome-chan to spy on my and Yuu-kun?" I asked seriously.
He looked away, avoiding my hard glare.
"Because she asked me to." He said softly. "I'm sorry, Sango, if it hurt you."
I almost fell for it. "Yeah. . .year sorry. Right." I looked somewhere other then his turned back. "Can we go out. . .again?" I asked, quietly, almost inaudibly, hoping he hadn't heard.
There was a long stretch of silence, in that time I thought he hadn't heard. But he had. He turned, his face all serious.
I bit my lip to keep from wanting to have a liplock with his.
"Alright. When?" he asked and smiled his charming smile. It was light and not expected.
"Now." I said quickly and pulled him pulled him from the couch, dragging him to the door.
"Sango, wait! I gotta have a shirt on y'know!" he complained as he tried to stop me.
"Show the whole world your toned abs, I don't care! I have to take you somewhere." I said as I opened the door, dragged him out, and let the door slam behind us.
"What's all that racket!" an old woman complained.
"I'm sorry Ms. Mitaka! It will never happen again!" Houshi-sama apologized over his shoulder as I dragged him down the stairs and out.
Where I was pulling him, only my body knew. It pulled me and made me pull him. The direction: the park.
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I didn't like this chapter. Did you? I thought of re-writing it but I read it and I think it'll be all right.
So please REVIEW!
The next chapter is quite a dozy.
Next chapter:
Chapter 12: Lip lock and an Angels Voice
Aka: Chapter 12: Lip lock Under a Tree
Aka: Chapter 12: An Angels Voice