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Thursday morning Sango sat at her desk, waiting anxiously. She'd called in sick yesterday, claiming to have a major headache - which wasn't entirely a lie. She did have a headache. She just failed to mention she'd been drinking last night. So instead of working like a good little girl, Sango spent the whole day scolding Kagome about the evils of playing matchmaker. Especially for her. Ayame, whose house they had been hiding out in, just sat there, trying to figure out who it was they were talking about. The redhead still had no clue that she'd been dancing with a superstar. She didn't have a TV. Poor poor girl....
With all that scolding, and head-aching, Sango had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be playing matchmaking herself. For Miroku. The world is just so cruel, is it not?
Her nerves were on end by now. 3:30. Miroku was supposed to have come in an hour ago. Where the hell was he?!
"Ms. Hiraikotsu."
The sudden voice made Sango jump, and she leapt at the phone.
"Send him up Meimi."
"Uhh...."
Sango frowned. Surely this girl wasn't going to pout about sending him up again. Would she?
"Mr. Houriki called a few minutes ago. He said he was very sorry but wouldn't be able to make it in today."
"Oh." Sango sighed. "Well that's fine. He was my only appointment today, so feel free to go home if you'd like."
"Really?! Asuka is supposed to have off today, so this will be perfect! I can drag him to the bridal shop, and the mall, and maybe we can go catch a movie...."
Sango sat back and let the girl continue to gush about what she would do today. Sango felt disappointed. She just couldn't place why. It's only natural that he'd not want to see her today, maybe a day or two of absence would be good.
'I'll just call Rin and have her tell Miroku I rescheduled him for Saturday. That should be okay.' She thought. But Sango never called.
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Miroku quietly hung up the phone and sat back on the couch. A moment later, the rest of the band come trudging in, oblivious to the fact that he ever moved.
"C'mon Miroku, snap outta it! I'm gonna hit you in a minute."
Even with all the threats given out since yesterday, Miroku (supposedly) hadn't moved an inch. He sat, teddy-bear in hand, staring (supposedly) at the Television. One may actually think he was, if it weren't for the vacant look in his eyes. He was looking inward, rather then at the world around him. Even the offer to take him to a strip club had no effect. Something had to be wrong if that were the case.
"Hey Miroku, it couldn't have been that bad." Shippo put in. This earned him a glare, and any idiot would have backed off. Not this idiot. "I mean, all you did was kiss the girl of your dreams, get rejected, and have it posted all over Shout! Magazine."
"What?!" Miroku all but yelled, grabbing the runt by the front of his shirt. Even Inuyasha was surprised by the outburst and poor Shippo was left dangling in the ticked-off drummer's clutches.
"Y-yeah. Here."
Miroku abandoned the small boy and instead took the magazine offered up to him. Sure enough, on the cover was a picture of him and Sango at the rave. Not just any picture though. This picture was of the kiss. Quite artful actually, the photographer had managed to get a bit of both of their faces. Even Inuyasha and Kagome could be seen in the background. Miroku may have had time to ponder over this artistic masterpiece, had the caption not drawn his attention...
FIENDISH MEMBER DITCHED. More inside!
"Approximately around 11:05 last night, the not new sensation, Fiendish, was seen strolling into a dance club over on South Street. Being eager to gather details on their up and coming album, Shingetsu, a fairly large amount of reports followed in suit. Including this one.
To nearly everyone's surprise, the group almost immediately split to go their separate ways, (Trouble within the band, no doubt.) While attempting to locate at least one of the members, quite a scene was being played out on the dance floor. Houriki Miroku, the Fiendish drummer, seemed to be getting along quite well with a brown-haired beauty. While a picture of her face couldn't clearly be gotten, the two were in lip-lock for the better part of the evening. Take some time to breathe! This reporter didn't even bother to try and locate the other members (they were most likely in the company of their own lady-friends, no doubt). Watching Houriki proved to be far too interesting.
Unfortunately (or fortunately for you fan girls), the magic didn't last until midnight. Talk about a smack in the face! Whomever this brown-haired beauty was, she apparently lost interest in the hot drummer and dropped him on the spot! She allegedly was seen leaving the area with her two other men following in suit.
Even so, I suppose there lies some good new in all of this: HE'S STILL SINGLE LADIES!!!! It's even been said that he's currently working with a matchmaker, a Ms. Hiraikotsu Sango, to find 'the one'. For all we know, it could very well end up being Ms. Hiraikotsu herself, seeing as she'll be spending quite a bit of time with one of the hottest bachelors on the planet! Who could resist wanting a piece of Mr. Perfect?"
"I can't believe it!" Koga sulked, "They didn't mention me once in that whole article!"
"Yeah they did, he just said you and Dog-breath were too boring to be troubled over."
Despite the obvious insult made on the lead, he was too busy staring at Miroku to do anything (yet).
"Oi, you okay?"
Miroku seemed to be simmering down in the week between the club and today. However, in reality, he was about ready to boil over.
A) They hadn't been in lip-lock all night. Five minutes at the most. Even he needed to breathe on occasion.
B) No guys were with her when she left. He should know! He was staring after her! It was only Kagome and that redhead.
C) She didn't slap him. (this time)
D) Why is it so damn great that he's alone?!
Miroku put the magazine down on the table. Slammed more like it. After glaring down at it for a few moments, he got up, and marched out the door.
. . .
"A twenty says he's goin' to kill whoever wrote that article."
"You're on!"
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Instead, Miroku found himself back in his room. Door locked. Razor in hand.
No, I'm just kidding ^-^ He is in a room, but it's a pen in his hand rather then a razor. Had you freaked for a minute there didn't I? For the rest of the night, he sat on the couch, with his notebook and pen, just scribbling away.
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See! I told you it would be short v.v; I need a time skip, but I didn't want to just skip the days after the 'event'. So yeah v.v;
I went to China Town Sat. XD 4 boxes of Strawberry Pocky, 1 box of Chocolate pocky, GIANT box of Koala's March, a Pucca pillow and FFX-2 stickers
But I must rant. It's Final Fantasy X-2 stickers... But at least half of the pictures are from FFX. x.x and then there's some random Rinoa sticker in the corner... Yeah... See ya'll next chapter! Over 100 reviews so far XD I feel so loved....