Author's Note: Okay, again I say I hope you guys don't mind the rewrite because I'm just really annoyed by the OOCness in the other one, so I decided to write them more in character. Again I apologize if any do drift away.
Summary: She hides behind a mask everyday. She strives for perfection and convinces herself that is all she needs, but what happens when she meets someone who tells her differently? MirSan InuKag
Disclaimer: Grr… you know the drill, I don't own anything but the plot!
Chapter Recount:
Now that the adrenaline was receding in her body, her mind started thinking about Houshi-san once more. She hasn't even met the guy and already she couldn't get him out of her mind.
Tomorrow we'll meet Houshi Miroku, let's see who is better… this will be a school year you'll never forget.
To Bottle Perfection
Chapter Two
Without rest a man cannot work, without work the rest gives no benefit.
Taijiya Sango woke up the next morning and wandered around her empty apartment. Stretching her arms over her head, she could hear some of her bones crack slightly.
This is my imperfection… I'm alone in the world and yet no one can see. No one can understand the loneliness that I feel and no one will ever be able to see it. I won't let anyone in… I won't let anyone understand… I won't let anyone see me…
Sango got out of the shower with her wet hair hanging down her back. It was a regular day and, like everyday, she had to put on her 'mask' and be everything everyone wanted to be.
Sango looked around her room and a picture of a small boy caught her eye. Sango clutched the towel against her chest and slowly walked to the picture.
It's been three years… and I'm surprised that no one discovered my secret yet. I miss you Kohaku…
Sango's parents, along with little Kohaku had died in a car accident three years ago. She was only allowed to live in her own apartment because she was old enough to take of herself, but she could easily be put into an orphanage if she wasn't able to pay the rent. Sango also had to pay for her school tuition and any other expenses concerning her health. Life was tough for Sango and that was another added reason she had to be perfect.
She didn't want anyone to know that there was something different or strange about her; she didn't need anyone's pity. Sango slowly inched her way into her bed room and changed into her school uniform. Standing in front of the mirror, Sango stared at her reflection as if it were the most important thing in the world.
Flaws… sins… maybe this is why I lost my family… I wasn't perfect.
Sango sighed and ignored the growing feeling of guilt within her, thinking that guilt was another flaw that she had. Sango grabbed her bag off of the table; looking through it to make sure she had completed all her homework, and walked out of her apartment. Sango was just exiting her apartment when all of a sudden she was pushed and fell to the floor.
Maintaining her composure, she looked up and saw that a boy around her age was the culprit. The boy looked down at her with his sparkling blue eyes and smiled.
"I'm terribly sorry for causing one as beautiful as you any harm."
The only thought that went through Sango's mind was, Corny… in a… cute way I guess…
There was no denying it. The young man was definitely cute, actually he was very handsome. His black hair, his blue eyes, his pale complexion… it was as if he were…
Sango's thoughts were cut short when she felt a hand resting lightly on her – dare I say it – ass. Sango face turned red and she looked into the 'lecher's' face, knowing that she couldn't subject to her anger… no matter how intense it was…
The 'lecher' in question did not seem to realize his little 'slip' of hands and therefore didn't detach his hand from her rear end. Sango's patience was at the border line and slowly tiptoeing onto the brink of explosion… 3… 2…
Damn it!
Sango felt his hand squeeze her posterior… 1! Without further ado, I present to you an unconscious lecher.
Sango looked down at the stranger and was suddenly overcome with dread, what if she killed him? No, she couldn't be that strong, but he did deserve that slap. Sango didn't know whether to leave him there or to help him… Sango picked the latter one and bent down so that she could easily look at his face. Gently swatting his hair away from his eyes, she slowly fanned him… obviously unsure of what exactly she was supposed to do. Sango began to gently swat his cheek and couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth his skin was.
Taking a deep breath in order to prevent her face from turning red, she pinched his nose and covered his mouth. This brought about her desired results.
The lecher's eyes swung open from the lack of oxygen and he pulled her hand away from his mouth.
"Damn!"
Sango stood up quickly to make sure that his hand was a good distance away from any part of her body. Before Sango could help it she shouted at him.
"That's what you get for being such a HENTAI!"
"I can't help it if I was overcome with emotion after laying my eyes on such a delicate creature." He got up and bowed. Sango stiffened because she was uncomfortable with having a man – an undeniably handsome man – bowing before her. Before Sango could react, he grabbed her hand and clasped both of them in his big ones.
"Will you consider bearing my child?"
"What?! You treacherous LECHER!" Sango snatched her hand away from his grasp and ran towards the stairs. Damn elevators! I give up; I'll just use the stairs from now own!
Sango yanked the stair door open and hurriedly climbed down them without looking back.
Miroku couldn't help himself, he smiled. The girl he had just bumped into was just too cute! Miroku shook his head and stared down at the floor. A small, plain, black notebook caught his eyes and he bent down to retrieve it. It would seem that the young woman's notebook escaped her back when they had collided. Opening it to the first page, Miroku noticed the name: Taijiya Sango. Miroku looked beneath the name and saw a school emblem.
So she goes to the same school I'm about to attend… This could get interesting.
Miroku tucked the miniature notebook into his pockets and proceeded to await the arrival of the elevator. Unlike our dear Sango-chan, Miroku definitely had the patients (and laziness) to wait for the extremely slow elevator. He leisurely left the apartment complex and headed towards school.
When he arrived, Miroku knew that he was supposed to meet the principal in his office. Miroku got the directions to the principal's office from one of the young girls he happened to pass.
Sighing happily, he wandered down the halls making the appropriate turns.
Sango had arrived at the principal's office right on time, as usual.
Houshi Miroku seems to be late; I guess he isn't as perfect as I thought he was…
Sango was about to open her mouth to say something to the principal when the door suddenly bursts open.
"Um… It's me! Houshi Miroku…" Sango's eyes widened… she recognized that voice… Praying to all the gods she could think of, she closed her eyes and turned around… To bad praying doesn't seem to work now-a-days.
"Finally, we've been waiting a while," the principal motioned for Miroku to further enter the room. Miroku's smiled widened when he saw the familiar head of the shy Taijiya Sango.
Sango's face flushed as she looked at the young man before her… it was the lecher from this morning… Kami-sama…
Miroku grinned, "I believe Taijiya-san and I have already met, isn't it wonderful that we live right across from each other?"
The principal smiled, "That's wonderful! She can help you if you have any questions… well I'll leave you two so I can finish the enrollment papers. While I'm gone, why don't you two learn more about each other?"
"W-w-wh-at?! B-but, you can't leave me here alone with him!"
"Taijiya-san, nothing's going to happen. I'll just be gone for a few minutes…" The principal gave Sango a look and left. Sango slumped against the chair.
Oh no, life as I know it is over… how will I keep my reputation if he keeps hitting on me? Kami-sama, what have I done to offend you?!
Sango's face grew redder by the minute and Miroku just watched with amusement.
"So… you're Houshi-san…"
"Yes, my lovely flower, I am."
"Will you stop it?"
"Stop what, my fair maiden."
"That's so corny."
"If that's what you want to call it, but I myself was thinking something along the lines of charming and romantic."
"This is definitely not romantic."
"I can make it…" Miroku seemed to let the statement hang in the air. A silent pause followed and Sango shifted in her chair, she didn't really feel comfortable with Miroku looking down at her as he was.
"Why don't you sit down?"
"I prefer standing."
"Aren't you tired?"
"Not a bit."
"So…"
Sango couldn't think of anything else to say. They have just met… twice in one morning… and yet they couldn't seem to make a conversation.
"So…?" Miroku looked down at her questioningly. His sparkling blue eyes bore into her hazel brown ones... they're so…
"Bright…"
"What's bright?"
"Kami-sama, did I say that out loud?"
"Obviously."
"I'm sorry." Sango bowed her head not knowing what else to do. Suddenly there was a sound of metal scrapping marble and she looked to her side to see that Miroku was now occupying the seat next to her.
Silence filled the room.
Tick… tock… tick… tock…
The sound of the clock was grinding on Sango's nerves, when would the principal return?
Tick… tock… tick… tock…
Damn it!
A few more minutes passed… and before either of the two students knew it, twenty-five minutes passed and all they did was sit in silence.
Sango laid her hands on her lap and let her fingers caress the fabric.
Tick… tock… tick… tock…
Damn silence…
Sango risked a glance at Miroku and found that he was just staring out the window. Sango felt her face redden when she mentally noted how handsome he looked. Sango wasn't going to deny it, to herself or anyone else, Houshi Miroku was definitely a bishounen.
I mustn't think of that… focus, focus… everyone thinks your perfect, play the part!
Sango let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding in. She was about to speak, but for what seemed to be the second time that morning, she was cut short. This time, however, it wasn't because of a new presence in the room; she was cut short because of a hand… the hand was retracing its previous actions that were performed when the two had bumped into each other on the way to the elevator.
A light squeeze and…
"HENTAI!"
TBC
I hope you guys don't mind the short chapter… oh well, I hope you all are enjoying this story! Happy days everyone and please wish me luck for my damned finals…