Dokyusei
by Nana
Gomen! I can't help it! Sango and Miroku are absolutely my favorite couple, so this chapter will be devoted to their…er, interaction.
CHAPTER 5
Pygmalion
Miroku suppressed a chuckle when he saw the girl blush a deep red.
So he had not imagined it.
The fact that he was able to elicit this kind of reaction from her was enough to prove his point--an investigation into this girl was clearly in order.
Now that they were face to face, Miroku realized with some surprise that the girl was pretty. How or why he was not aware of this when he first saw her in the canteen was beyond him. To be perfectly truthful, it was not her features that had drawn his attention. What he had found intriguing had been the cold disapproval so evident in her voice. He had to admit THAT was new.
"What are you doing here?" hissed Sango as soon as Toshi was out of hearing range.
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "No senpai to add to that sentence, huh?" He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Much to his amusement, he saw her brows twitch, but to her credit she did not rise to the bait.
"Forgive me if it were a memory lapse on my part, but do I know you? The way you have spoken earlier gave me an impression that you seem to know me very well," Miroku said, the tone of his voice masking the fact that every word he had uttered was calculated to draw out a reaction from his prey.
Sango responded, "You wouldn't know me. And no, I don't know you very well. I don't have to. I know enough."
She realized she was being rude, but the fact that he even dared to show up here to taunt her was an affront of the highest level.
As it was, there was no need for camouflage. And therefore, no need for pleasantries.
"Really?" There was a distinct glint in his eyes. This was getting to be more and more interesting. " And how did that come about?"
"Look," Sango said bluntly. "To put it simply, your reputation precedes you. The only reason why I spoke up was because Kagome's new here--you're being unfair. Give her a break, she doesn't know the ropes to this school yet."
Miroku laughed softly, his violet eyes hardening at her words. "And do you always judge a person by his reputation?"
"Well, judging from what you were doing to Kagome at the canteen, your reputation held true, didn't it?" She flashed, annoyance getting the better of her. "And if you--"
She stopped as she realized what he was doing. He was provoking her, compromising her, enjoying himself at her expense. In short, he was playing with her! Anger abruptly flared inside her.
"What do you want with me?" She snapped.
His smile widened. "Do you really want to know, Mikagi Sango?" he asked. "But I think you already do, don't you? Back in the canteen, you started it all by calling to me. Well, here I am."
"I did NOT call to you, you…jerk!" sputtered Sango as his words hit home. The guy was hopelessly disgusting! How could he possibly…
Miroku chuckled as Sango realized yet again she had been provoked by one of his tricks.
She could feel the hair on her nape stand on end.
The guy was implying she had willfully diverted his attention onto her, the lecherous creep! She had not thought of it that way at all! The only reason why she had spoken out was because he was at it with Kagome, a friend…
Now, she briefly wondered if she had made a terrible mistake after all. This person was formidable. And right now, she had his full attention, alright.
But Sango was not a girl to back down from anyone, although she realized she had to change tactics in this situation, and fast. Letting out another word against this master manipulator--captain of the debate team, for crying out loud!--would prove unwise. He was simply going to twist it around to serve his purposes.
Defiantly, Sango stared back at him, her chin lifted. Miroku felt a flash of admiration for the girl.
"Sango…" he breathed, staring at her intently. "An unusual name. Sango for coral. Seemingly fragile and delicate, yet hard as stone…"
N-nani…?
Sango was slowly finding it difficult to breathe, but she stubbornly held on, willing herself to meet his gaze.
"The name suits you," he finished abruptly. Suddenly, he dropped his tone, and Sango stood there, dazed. She felt as though she had just come out of a heavy spell.
"Tell Takagi I'll be going ahead. I suspect I shall be seeing more of you soon, Sango." A quiet, definite emphasis on her name, and then he had turned his back and was walking away, leaving Sango to deal with her confused thoughts as they came crashing in.
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Miroku crossed onto the other side of the track oval without looking back, feeling a strange elation coursing through him.
Man, that felt good. That felt really, really good.
It had been a long time since he had last flirted like that.
And the girl Sango was showing a lot of promise of being more interesting than the girls he usually pursued and discarded. She was showing signs of being able to last a few rounds. He liked that.
He strode over to where faithful Hachi was waiting for him.
"How did it go, Fukuzawa-sama?" he piped in as Miroku approached.
"Better than expected," he said, pleasantly. "What else have you got on her?"
Hachi checked his notes. "Well, not much in the way of personal information. She's got a brother and a cat."
"What's her relation with Takagi?" Miroku wanted to know.
"Well, they were in the same junior high school together, both also in the track and field team. So they must've known each other for quite a while."
"Yet Takagi has a girlfriend," observed Miroku.
Hachi looked up. "There's no indication that Mikagi and Takagi like each other that way," he said, logically.
Miroku's eyes narrowed as he remembered how Sango had looked as she approached Takagi. Well, that was before she realized HE was there. Her reaction to his presence was quite another matter, entirely.
Now why did he get the impression there was something in the way she had looked at Takagi?
At any rate, it was too early to tell.
"Fill me up on what she does after school," he instructed Hachi. "Everything--where she hangs out, her favorite color, food, movie--the works."
Nothing can galvanize Fukuzawa Miroku into action as much as a challenge can. What he had in his hands was a girl of stone. It's time to show her who Pygmalion was-- whether she likes it or not.
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According to Greek/Roman legend, Pygmalion was a gifted sculptor who carved himself the statue of the ideal woman, and…well, I think you know how this legend went about! ( Variations made on the basic theme of transformation and all that.
by Nana
Gomen! I can't help it! Sango and Miroku are absolutely my favorite couple, so this chapter will be devoted to their…er, interaction.
CHAPTER 5
Pygmalion
Miroku suppressed a chuckle when he saw the girl blush a deep red.
So he had not imagined it.
The fact that he was able to elicit this kind of reaction from her was enough to prove his point--an investigation into this girl was clearly in order.
Now that they were face to face, Miroku realized with some surprise that the girl was pretty. How or why he was not aware of this when he first saw her in the canteen was beyond him. To be perfectly truthful, it was not her features that had drawn his attention. What he had found intriguing had been the cold disapproval so evident in her voice. He had to admit THAT was new.
"What are you doing here?" hissed Sango as soon as Toshi was out of hearing range.
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "No senpai to add to that sentence, huh?" He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Much to his amusement, he saw her brows twitch, but to her credit she did not rise to the bait.
"Forgive me if it were a memory lapse on my part, but do I know you? The way you have spoken earlier gave me an impression that you seem to know me very well," Miroku said, the tone of his voice masking the fact that every word he had uttered was calculated to draw out a reaction from his prey.
Sango responded, "You wouldn't know me. And no, I don't know you very well. I don't have to. I know enough."
She realized she was being rude, but the fact that he even dared to show up here to taunt her was an affront of the highest level.
As it was, there was no need for camouflage. And therefore, no need for pleasantries.
"Really?" There was a distinct glint in his eyes. This was getting to be more and more interesting. " And how did that come about?"
"Look," Sango said bluntly. "To put it simply, your reputation precedes you. The only reason why I spoke up was because Kagome's new here--you're being unfair. Give her a break, she doesn't know the ropes to this school yet."
Miroku laughed softly, his violet eyes hardening at her words. "And do you always judge a person by his reputation?"
"Well, judging from what you were doing to Kagome at the canteen, your reputation held true, didn't it?" She flashed, annoyance getting the better of her. "And if you--"
She stopped as she realized what he was doing. He was provoking her, compromising her, enjoying himself at her expense. In short, he was playing with her! Anger abruptly flared inside her.
"What do you want with me?" She snapped.
His smile widened. "Do you really want to know, Mikagi Sango?" he asked. "But I think you already do, don't you? Back in the canteen, you started it all by calling to me. Well, here I am."
"I did NOT call to you, you…jerk!" sputtered Sango as his words hit home. The guy was hopelessly disgusting! How could he possibly…
Miroku chuckled as Sango realized yet again she had been provoked by one of his tricks.
She could feel the hair on her nape stand on end.
The guy was implying she had willfully diverted his attention onto her, the lecherous creep! She had not thought of it that way at all! The only reason why she had spoken out was because he was at it with Kagome, a friend…
Now, she briefly wondered if she had made a terrible mistake after all. This person was formidable. And right now, she had his full attention, alright.
But Sango was not a girl to back down from anyone, although she realized she had to change tactics in this situation, and fast. Letting out another word against this master manipulator--captain of the debate team, for crying out loud!--would prove unwise. He was simply going to twist it around to serve his purposes.
Defiantly, Sango stared back at him, her chin lifted. Miroku felt a flash of admiration for the girl.
"Sango…" he breathed, staring at her intently. "An unusual name. Sango for coral. Seemingly fragile and delicate, yet hard as stone…"
N-nani…?
Sango was slowly finding it difficult to breathe, but she stubbornly held on, willing herself to meet his gaze.
"The name suits you," he finished abruptly. Suddenly, he dropped his tone, and Sango stood there, dazed. She felt as though she had just come out of a heavy spell.
"Tell Takagi I'll be going ahead. I suspect I shall be seeing more of you soon, Sango." A quiet, definite emphasis on her name, and then he had turned his back and was walking away, leaving Sango to deal with her confused thoughts as they came crashing in.
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Miroku crossed onto the other side of the track oval without looking back, feeling a strange elation coursing through him.
Man, that felt good. That felt really, really good.
It had been a long time since he had last flirted like that.
And the girl Sango was showing a lot of promise of being more interesting than the girls he usually pursued and discarded. She was showing signs of being able to last a few rounds. He liked that.
He strode over to where faithful Hachi was waiting for him.
"How did it go, Fukuzawa-sama?" he piped in as Miroku approached.
"Better than expected," he said, pleasantly. "What else have you got on her?"
Hachi checked his notes. "Well, not much in the way of personal information. She's got a brother and a cat."
"What's her relation with Takagi?" Miroku wanted to know.
"Well, they were in the same junior high school together, both also in the track and field team. So they must've known each other for quite a while."
"Yet Takagi has a girlfriend," observed Miroku.
Hachi looked up. "There's no indication that Mikagi and Takagi like each other that way," he said, logically.
Miroku's eyes narrowed as he remembered how Sango had looked as she approached Takagi. Well, that was before she realized HE was there. Her reaction to his presence was quite another matter, entirely.
Now why did he get the impression there was something in the way she had looked at Takagi?
At any rate, it was too early to tell.
"Fill me up on what she does after school," he instructed Hachi. "Everything--where she hangs out, her favorite color, food, movie--the works."
Nothing can galvanize Fukuzawa Miroku into action as much as a challenge can. What he had in his hands was a girl of stone. It's time to show her who Pygmalion was-- whether she likes it or not.
********************
According to Greek/Roman legend, Pygmalion was a gifted sculptor who carved himself the statue of the ideal woman, and…well, I think you know how this legend went about! ( Variations made on the basic theme of transformation and all that.