Dokyusei
by Nana
Chapter 10
Satisfaction
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Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns everyone (sob!), while the writer has got only her fevered imagination to churn up a fic like this!
Rating: It's not lemony (it's not even limey), but it's more intense than the usual chapters. Whatever happens, I do hope you enjoy it! Please R&R! ^^
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"I've slapped him…"
With that one phrase, Sango let go a torrent of words: "I can't believe I did it! I don't know HOW I did it, but it just happened!"
"Sango-chan," said Kagome faintly, realizing the full impact of what Sango had done. It was totally unprecedented.
"I slapped a SOPHOMORE!!! I didn't mean to--well, I guess I must have meant it at the time, but I mean I didn't…Kagome-chan, what am I going to DO??!"
"Why did you slap him?"
"Because!" Sango wailed. "His--his hand was…and…I freaked out okay?!"
"Okay, Sango-chan…no, don't…erm…calm down. It's going to be okay. Why don't you start at the beginning?" Kagome suggested, hoping it would help Sango put things in perspective.
"O-okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "Okay…do you remember our conversation during lunchtime? Well, I was thinking about that when I made my way over to the practice field, and I thought you had a point…"
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Of course Kagome had a point back there. Admit it, Sango. Of course you were bothered.
But why???
As she made her way to the track oval that afternoon, she wondered unhappily why she was getting affected by a lecherous jerk who meant absolutely nothing to her.
It was just hard for her to shake off the habit of letting her displeasure show. Sango had always been an open, honest person. And she did not believe in hiding what she thought of people from them.
Unfortunately, Fukuzawa Miroku just happened to embody everything she found distasteful in a guy. So there really was no way for her to think of him in a good light.
Funny…she thought. When she had first arrived in this school, a long, long time ago, it seemed, she even thought he looked cute. [Of course, she would never admit it to anyone, not even Kagome, but that was how it was.]
He would pass by her in the corridor, either with a huge flock from the debate team or by himself, his gaze (of course) never meeting hers, and she would catch herself staring at him surreptitiously after he had his back to her.
Maybe it had been the earrings, two on the left and one on the right, which had caught her attention at the very beginning. Or was it the small ponytail? Or maybe it had something to do with the even planes of his serene face, or was it his voice? Sango could not really remember, because that period of innocent admiration was over all too quickly when she learned of his unsavory reputation.
Sango could still remember how she learned of it. What was weird about the whole thing was the girl who told her he had a reputation did not find it one bit shocking. In fact, she thought it was thrilling.
Sango was not quite sure she wanted to believe it, until she got to see him personally in action a few days later by springing THE question on a girl who was surely just an acquaintance in the corridor. She had to admit, the sight of him clutching the girl's hands in his had stopped her dead in her tracks.
She did not know what was more revolting: the fact that he could breezily do something like that to a stranger, or the fact that the girl was flattered enough to accept.
And whatever remained of her initial admiration vanished quickly when she found out he sprang the question on every pretty girl in sight.
Well, thank goodness he never found her pretty, because he had never bothered her, nor for that matter, gave any indication that he was even aware she existed.
Until now, that was.
And even now, she doubted very much if the motive behind his pursuing her had anything to do with his thinking she was pretty.
Hah.
Far from it.
What he was after was her total and unconditional humiliation, plain and simple.
Well, she wasn't going to let him succeed.
She finally reached the track oval to find Takagi already dressed and waiting for her. Only, for the second straight day at practice, he was not alone.
Despite all her brave words and thoughts, her heart sank horribly at the familiar figure beside her practice partner. Seeing him again here, in what was supposedly her territory, her space, was enough to make her want to run away.
He had taken off his black school jacket and had the first two buttons of his crisp, white shirt undone, revealing the graceful lines of his throat. The rolled sleeves of his shirt showed a quantity of forearm and elbow, filled with wiry strength not unlike her own.
She had not realized he was this slender. Slender but well built. Standing there with Takagi with the afternoon sun shining down on his laughing face, his jacket slung casually on one shoulder, he looked…so very…
STOP IT!!! Sango screamed to herself as she desperately tried to gather her scattered senses about her. She tore her gaze away.
"Ah! Mikagi!" Takagi called when he finally saw her. "Good timing! Fukuzawa here says he's got a question for you!"
Acting on impulse borne from sheer desperation, Sango forced herself to smile brightly at Takagi, making sure not to break eye contact until the last minute. She slid her gaze toward Fukuzawa for just a fraction of a second as way of acknowledging that he even existed before she fixed her attention back to Takagi.
It had the desired effect. Fukuzawa's smile waned a little and Takagi blinked at her, as if confused.
Okay, Mister Smarty-Pants, she thought grimly. You want tactics? You've got them…
But Fukuzawa recovered quickly. Without missing a beat, he said, "Takagi and I were just having this argument about what to give a girl during our first date. I was planning to ask a girl out this weekend, but it seems she's not exactly the type who would settle for flowers and such. And Takagi here says I shouldn't be making a move that quickly. We thought maybe a girl's point of view would help settle the matter once and for all. What do you think?"
Yet another goading tactic, huh? How long was he going to do this?
Her first impulse was to tell him she couldn't possibly care less, but Takagi seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Sango allowed a look of speculation to cross her face so that she appeared to be seriously considering his stupid question.
"All in all, I'd say guys who would bring anything on a first date are not to be trusted," she said a bit loftily. "Too much of an overkill. Anyway, bringing presents on a first date is passe."
A snort of laughter from Takagi.
Fukuzawa grinned good-naturedly at her remark "I gather you're speaking from experience?" he asked, his brows lifted, managing to imply that opinion based only on theory did not count.
"Of course," Sango said, widening her eyes innocently. "Ask Takagi-senpai."
Was it her imagination, or did she actually see him go still for a moment? Certainly there was nothing in his expression to show her that he was surprised. He would not even grant her this small satisfaction. With his slight smile still in place, he turned leisurely to look at a surprised Takagi, as if he had stumbled on something mildly interesting.
The moment passed.
"I'd better go change," she murmured, turning away before her bravado disappeared completely.
When she was safely inside the girls' changing room, Sango could feel her legs slowly giving way and she sat down heavily on the long bench before her.
What…did you think you were DOING??? Her mind screamed at her. How could you possibly drag Takagi-senpai into it???
She couldn't help it. For some strange reason she felt bitterly offended that he would even allow Fukuzawa ask her a question like that.
Sango sighed.
As a rule, boys were really horrible creatures. If they were not too cheeky, they were too clueless.
She changed into her practice clothes as slowly as she could. When she emerged from the dressing room, she found, much to her relief, that Fukuzawa had gone.
"We're doing this article for the school paper concerning the various school clubs," was Takagi's explanation to Sango's cautious inquiry as to why Fukuzawa was suddenly popping up all over the place.
"Oh."
Takagi turned to look at Sango. "You don't mind him asking that question earlier, do you Sango?" he asked unexpectedly.
Sango did not try to hide her surprise.
"Fukuzawa might be a little too straightforward sometimes, and he could be…well…inappropriate, but he's actually cool most of the time," said Takagi. "Don't mind him. At any rate you gave him such an eyeful with your answer I doubt if he would ever come back for more advice."
So they really are good friends, thought Sango miserably, taking her cue from his light statement.
"Gomenasai, Takagi-senpai, about…you know…" Sango trailed off, not sure how she was going to say it.
"What?"
Sango gestured vaguely. "I'm sorry about dragging you in like that…"
"Oh, that." Takagi laughed. "That was nothing. Don't worry about it!"
Takagi's response left Sango even more miserable, if that was possible. She desperately wanted to know if Fukuzawa had asked him anything about her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
So she finally let it go.
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Kagome sat back on her bed upon hearing this narrative (more or less edited where Sango deemed it necessary). "Well, that was a good move," she said into the phone. "You did very, very well, Sango-chan."
"You haven't heard the rest of the story yet," said Sango, miserably.
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It was nearly six pm when they finished their practice. After a few words from their coach, everyone had gone off to change and hurry home.
Takagi had gone ahead, saying he had things to take care of (meaning, of course, he was off to pick up Miyuki), leaving Sango to walk alone past the back of the botany garden out to the hind gates of the school, which were the only ones left open at this late hour. She trailed behind her other teammates, hearing the girls giggle and discuss plans for the weekend.
She herself was planning to go out on Saturday so she could have time to study all day Sunday for the upcoming English exam.
Then she heard someone calling her name from behind.
"Sango."
There was no mistaking that voice, no mistaking the meaningful inflection on the last syllable of her name which only one person was capable of doing- -which only one person would ever THINK of doing.
And this time, Sango panicked. She picked up her pace, not bothering to look back or even stop.
A mistake.
She jumped back in alarm when she felt his warm fingers brush her arm, finally forcing her to turn to him.
"What--! What do you think you're doing?!!" She gasped, snatching her arm away as though it had been burned.
He was standing beside her, though how he could have sneaked up this close without her knowing was a mystery to Sango.
"From your reaction, not what you think," Fukuzawa said dryly. "What's the matter? You didn't hear me calling you?"
But looking into his amused, violet gaze, Sango could tell he knew she had heard him perfectly.
Sango chose not to answer. Instead, she looked onto the direction where her teammates had gone. Even now, it would not be too late if she called out…
She heard him chuckle, and she turned back to see he had read her thoughts correctly.
"You seem nervous, Sango," he said, softly, and Sango could almost catch his train of thought.
Of course he knew he made her nervous, and the next logical step from there would be to ask WHY…
But he did not. Instead, he continued to look at her, a strange expression gradually crossing his face, wiping away the smirk.
"What do you want?" asked Sango, sharply.
A corner of his mouth lifted a fraction.
"Satisfaction."
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Kagome let out a squeal. "Oh my GAAAAAAAAD!!!! He said that?!" Kagome screamed into the phone.
"He did! Can you imagine?!"
"But it's so…corny!"
"I know!"
"Then what?"
"Then I got mad…"
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Sango could feel the anger slowly coursing through her, dispelling the numbing fear she had felt earlier.
"Why you…you…" She sputtered, her face finally turning red. "You HENTAI!"
Fukuzawa threw up his hands in mock terror. "You completely misunderstand! Before your imagination runs away with you," he said, a grin slowly spreading across his lips, effectively making her stop, "I just want to ask you a question. Indulge me for a moment."
Huh?
He turned serious again. "Your remark earlier on. What do you mean by 'ask Takagi'?" he said.
Sango blinked.
HAH!!! Hahahahaha…!
So that was it…!!!
"Why do you want to know?!" Sango threw at him a bit triumphantly, even as the laughter threatened to overflow inside.
She couldn't believe it!
She scored one! She was actually, finally able to score one against Fukuzawa!
Had he really waited for her until 6 pm just to ask her that silly question?
But the laughter died down soon enough as he continued to look at her seriously, his brows creased in a faint frown. There was something in his expression that she could not quite fathom.
"I don't know," he answered softly, almost inaudibly.
He continued to look…disturbed.
Nani????
Before Sango could say anything, he slowly, almost reluctantly, lifted his right hand up to her face.
Sango froze, forgetting the use of hands or legs as she stood transfixed, finding that she could not tear her eyes off his.
She felt gentle, tentative fingers graze her cheek in the lightest of touches, barely making contact with her sensitive skin, gliding down slowly, hesitantly, to follow the curve of her face.
When his thumb brushed over her slightly parted lips, she felt she had forgotten how to breathe as well. His eyes had darkened to a rich violet blue as he followed the motions of his thumb, fascinated in spite of himself.
Suddenly, horribly, a memory came floating up in her mind. Of another hand…in another time…
"Sango…" he said. It was but a breath, a caress, but it was enough to bring Sango out from her trance. Suddenly, her hand remembered its myriad functions.
CRRRAAA~~~~AAACCKKK!!!!
The sound of her open palm connecting to his cheek was as sharp as the crack of a whip, shocking in the stillness of the garden.
Horrified, she realized, too late, the full consequences of her action as Fukuzawa's head swiveled from the force of her retaliation, forcing him to take a step back.
Breathing quickly, not bothering to look back, Sango turned and fled.
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After listening to Sango's account (again edited), Kagome found that she could not say anything for a moment.
"Well…" she finally said.
"What am I going to do?!"
"It's--it's not as bad as it sounds, really!" Kagome tried to assure her. "What was he expecting, right?"
"I slapped a sophomore!" This seemed to worry Sango more than anything.
"He got nothing more than he deserved," said Kagome soothingly. "And nobody was there, anyway. It's not going to become public knowledge unless he himself will talk about it."
Sango let out a groan. "Knowing him," she said, "he will DEFINITELY talk about it!"
"Listen, would you like to go out for a while tomorrow? Let's talk about it some more then, okay?"
"Okay…"
"Get some sleep."
Kagome replaced the receiver and decided it was time for some drastic action for both of them.
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Do you think presents on a first date are passé or suspicious? ( Most of my friends think so!
by Nana
Chapter 10
Satisfaction
***************************
Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns everyone (sob!), while the writer has got only her fevered imagination to churn up a fic like this!
Rating: It's not lemony (it's not even limey), but it's more intense than the usual chapters. Whatever happens, I do hope you enjoy it! Please R&R! ^^
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"I've slapped him…"
With that one phrase, Sango let go a torrent of words: "I can't believe I did it! I don't know HOW I did it, but it just happened!"
"Sango-chan," said Kagome faintly, realizing the full impact of what Sango had done. It was totally unprecedented.
"I slapped a SOPHOMORE!!! I didn't mean to--well, I guess I must have meant it at the time, but I mean I didn't…Kagome-chan, what am I going to DO??!"
"Why did you slap him?"
"Because!" Sango wailed. "His--his hand was…and…I freaked out okay?!"
"Okay, Sango-chan…no, don't…erm…calm down. It's going to be okay. Why don't you start at the beginning?" Kagome suggested, hoping it would help Sango put things in perspective.
"O-okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "Okay…do you remember our conversation during lunchtime? Well, I was thinking about that when I made my way over to the practice field, and I thought you had a point…"
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Of course Kagome had a point back there. Admit it, Sango. Of course you were bothered.
But why???
As she made her way to the track oval that afternoon, she wondered unhappily why she was getting affected by a lecherous jerk who meant absolutely nothing to her.
It was just hard for her to shake off the habit of letting her displeasure show. Sango had always been an open, honest person. And she did not believe in hiding what she thought of people from them.
Unfortunately, Fukuzawa Miroku just happened to embody everything she found distasteful in a guy. So there really was no way for her to think of him in a good light.
Funny…she thought. When she had first arrived in this school, a long, long time ago, it seemed, she even thought he looked cute. [Of course, she would never admit it to anyone, not even Kagome, but that was how it was.]
He would pass by her in the corridor, either with a huge flock from the debate team or by himself, his gaze (of course) never meeting hers, and she would catch herself staring at him surreptitiously after he had his back to her.
Maybe it had been the earrings, two on the left and one on the right, which had caught her attention at the very beginning. Or was it the small ponytail? Or maybe it had something to do with the even planes of his serene face, or was it his voice? Sango could not really remember, because that period of innocent admiration was over all too quickly when she learned of his unsavory reputation.
Sango could still remember how she learned of it. What was weird about the whole thing was the girl who told her he had a reputation did not find it one bit shocking. In fact, she thought it was thrilling.
Sango was not quite sure she wanted to believe it, until she got to see him personally in action a few days later by springing THE question on a girl who was surely just an acquaintance in the corridor. She had to admit, the sight of him clutching the girl's hands in his had stopped her dead in her tracks.
She did not know what was more revolting: the fact that he could breezily do something like that to a stranger, or the fact that the girl was flattered enough to accept.
And whatever remained of her initial admiration vanished quickly when she found out he sprang the question on every pretty girl in sight.
Well, thank goodness he never found her pretty, because he had never bothered her, nor for that matter, gave any indication that he was even aware she existed.
Until now, that was.
And even now, she doubted very much if the motive behind his pursuing her had anything to do with his thinking she was pretty.
Hah.
Far from it.
What he was after was her total and unconditional humiliation, plain and simple.
Well, she wasn't going to let him succeed.
She finally reached the track oval to find Takagi already dressed and waiting for her. Only, for the second straight day at practice, he was not alone.
Despite all her brave words and thoughts, her heart sank horribly at the familiar figure beside her practice partner. Seeing him again here, in what was supposedly her territory, her space, was enough to make her want to run away.
He had taken off his black school jacket and had the first two buttons of his crisp, white shirt undone, revealing the graceful lines of his throat. The rolled sleeves of his shirt showed a quantity of forearm and elbow, filled with wiry strength not unlike her own.
She had not realized he was this slender. Slender but well built. Standing there with Takagi with the afternoon sun shining down on his laughing face, his jacket slung casually on one shoulder, he looked…so very…
STOP IT!!! Sango screamed to herself as she desperately tried to gather her scattered senses about her. She tore her gaze away.
"Ah! Mikagi!" Takagi called when he finally saw her. "Good timing! Fukuzawa here says he's got a question for you!"
Acting on impulse borne from sheer desperation, Sango forced herself to smile brightly at Takagi, making sure not to break eye contact until the last minute. She slid her gaze toward Fukuzawa for just a fraction of a second as way of acknowledging that he even existed before she fixed her attention back to Takagi.
It had the desired effect. Fukuzawa's smile waned a little and Takagi blinked at her, as if confused.
Okay, Mister Smarty-Pants, she thought grimly. You want tactics? You've got them…
But Fukuzawa recovered quickly. Without missing a beat, he said, "Takagi and I were just having this argument about what to give a girl during our first date. I was planning to ask a girl out this weekend, but it seems she's not exactly the type who would settle for flowers and such. And Takagi here says I shouldn't be making a move that quickly. We thought maybe a girl's point of view would help settle the matter once and for all. What do you think?"
Yet another goading tactic, huh? How long was he going to do this?
Her first impulse was to tell him she couldn't possibly care less, but Takagi seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say.
Sango allowed a look of speculation to cross her face so that she appeared to be seriously considering his stupid question.
"All in all, I'd say guys who would bring anything on a first date are not to be trusted," she said a bit loftily. "Too much of an overkill. Anyway, bringing presents on a first date is passe."
A snort of laughter from Takagi.
Fukuzawa grinned good-naturedly at her remark "I gather you're speaking from experience?" he asked, his brows lifted, managing to imply that opinion based only on theory did not count.
"Of course," Sango said, widening her eyes innocently. "Ask Takagi-senpai."
Was it her imagination, or did she actually see him go still for a moment? Certainly there was nothing in his expression to show her that he was surprised. He would not even grant her this small satisfaction. With his slight smile still in place, he turned leisurely to look at a surprised Takagi, as if he had stumbled on something mildly interesting.
The moment passed.
"I'd better go change," she murmured, turning away before her bravado disappeared completely.
When she was safely inside the girls' changing room, Sango could feel her legs slowly giving way and she sat down heavily on the long bench before her.
What…did you think you were DOING??? Her mind screamed at her. How could you possibly drag Takagi-senpai into it???
She couldn't help it. For some strange reason she felt bitterly offended that he would even allow Fukuzawa ask her a question like that.
Sango sighed.
As a rule, boys were really horrible creatures. If they were not too cheeky, they were too clueless.
She changed into her practice clothes as slowly as she could. When she emerged from the dressing room, she found, much to her relief, that Fukuzawa had gone.
"We're doing this article for the school paper concerning the various school clubs," was Takagi's explanation to Sango's cautious inquiry as to why Fukuzawa was suddenly popping up all over the place.
"Oh."
Takagi turned to look at Sango. "You don't mind him asking that question earlier, do you Sango?" he asked unexpectedly.
Sango did not try to hide her surprise.
"Fukuzawa might be a little too straightforward sometimes, and he could be…well…inappropriate, but he's actually cool most of the time," said Takagi. "Don't mind him. At any rate you gave him such an eyeful with your answer I doubt if he would ever come back for more advice."
So they really are good friends, thought Sango miserably, taking her cue from his light statement.
"Gomenasai, Takagi-senpai, about…you know…" Sango trailed off, not sure how she was going to say it.
"What?"
Sango gestured vaguely. "I'm sorry about dragging you in like that…"
"Oh, that." Takagi laughed. "That was nothing. Don't worry about it!"
Takagi's response left Sango even more miserable, if that was possible. She desperately wanted to know if Fukuzawa had asked him anything about her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
So she finally let it go.
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Kagome sat back on her bed upon hearing this narrative (more or less edited where Sango deemed it necessary). "Well, that was a good move," she said into the phone. "You did very, very well, Sango-chan."
"You haven't heard the rest of the story yet," said Sango, miserably.
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It was nearly six pm when they finished their practice. After a few words from their coach, everyone had gone off to change and hurry home.
Takagi had gone ahead, saying he had things to take care of (meaning, of course, he was off to pick up Miyuki), leaving Sango to walk alone past the back of the botany garden out to the hind gates of the school, which were the only ones left open at this late hour. She trailed behind her other teammates, hearing the girls giggle and discuss plans for the weekend.
She herself was planning to go out on Saturday so she could have time to study all day Sunday for the upcoming English exam.
Then she heard someone calling her name from behind.
"Sango."
There was no mistaking that voice, no mistaking the meaningful inflection on the last syllable of her name which only one person was capable of doing- -which only one person would ever THINK of doing.
And this time, Sango panicked. She picked up her pace, not bothering to look back or even stop.
A mistake.
She jumped back in alarm when she felt his warm fingers brush her arm, finally forcing her to turn to him.
"What--! What do you think you're doing?!!" She gasped, snatching her arm away as though it had been burned.
He was standing beside her, though how he could have sneaked up this close without her knowing was a mystery to Sango.
"From your reaction, not what you think," Fukuzawa said dryly. "What's the matter? You didn't hear me calling you?"
But looking into his amused, violet gaze, Sango could tell he knew she had heard him perfectly.
Sango chose not to answer. Instead, she looked onto the direction where her teammates had gone. Even now, it would not be too late if she called out…
She heard him chuckle, and she turned back to see he had read her thoughts correctly.
"You seem nervous, Sango," he said, softly, and Sango could almost catch his train of thought.
Of course he knew he made her nervous, and the next logical step from there would be to ask WHY…
But he did not. Instead, he continued to look at her, a strange expression gradually crossing his face, wiping away the smirk.
"What do you want?" asked Sango, sharply.
A corner of his mouth lifted a fraction.
"Satisfaction."
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Kagome let out a squeal. "Oh my GAAAAAAAAD!!!! He said that?!" Kagome screamed into the phone.
"He did! Can you imagine?!"
"But it's so…corny!"
"I know!"
"Then what?"
"Then I got mad…"
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Sango could feel the anger slowly coursing through her, dispelling the numbing fear she had felt earlier.
"Why you…you…" She sputtered, her face finally turning red. "You HENTAI!"
Fukuzawa threw up his hands in mock terror. "You completely misunderstand! Before your imagination runs away with you," he said, a grin slowly spreading across his lips, effectively making her stop, "I just want to ask you a question. Indulge me for a moment."
Huh?
He turned serious again. "Your remark earlier on. What do you mean by 'ask Takagi'?" he said.
Sango blinked.
HAH!!! Hahahahaha…!
So that was it…!!!
"Why do you want to know?!" Sango threw at him a bit triumphantly, even as the laughter threatened to overflow inside.
She couldn't believe it!
She scored one! She was actually, finally able to score one against Fukuzawa!
Had he really waited for her until 6 pm just to ask her that silly question?
But the laughter died down soon enough as he continued to look at her seriously, his brows creased in a faint frown. There was something in his expression that she could not quite fathom.
"I don't know," he answered softly, almost inaudibly.
He continued to look…disturbed.
Nani????
Before Sango could say anything, he slowly, almost reluctantly, lifted his right hand up to her face.
Sango froze, forgetting the use of hands or legs as she stood transfixed, finding that she could not tear her eyes off his.
She felt gentle, tentative fingers graze her cheek in the lightest of touches, barely making contact with her sensitive skin, gliding down slowly, hesitantly, to follow the curve of her face.
When his thumb brushed over her slightly parted lips, she felt she had forgotten how to breathe as well. His eyes had darkened to a rich violet blue as he followed the motions of his thumb, fascinated in spite of himself.
Suddenly, horribly, a memory came floating up in her mind. Of another hand…in another time…
"Sango…" he said. It was but a breath, a caress, but it was enough to bring Sango out from her trance. Suddenly, her hand remembered its myriad functions.
CRRRAAA~~~~AAACCKKK!!!!
The sound of her open palm connecting to his cheek was as sharp as the crack of a whip, shocking in the stillness of the garden.
Horrified, she realized, too late, the full consequences of her action as Fukuzawa's head swiveled from the force of her retaliation, forcing him to take a step back.
Breathing quickly, not bothering to look back, Sango turned and fled.
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After listening to Sango's account (again edited), Kagome found that she could not say anything for a moment.
"Well…" she finally said.
"What am I going to do?!"
"It's--it's not as bad as it sounds, really!" Kagome tried to assure her. "What was he expecting, right?"
"I slapped a sophomore!" This seemed to worry Sango more than anything.
"He got nothing more than he deserved," said Kagome soothingly. "And nobody was there, anyway. It's not going to become public knowledge unless he himself will talk about it."
Sango let out a groan. "Knowing him," she said, "he will DEFINITELY talk about it!"
"Listen, would you like to go out for a while tomorrow? Let's talk about it some more then, okay?"
"Okay…"
"Get some sleep."
Kagome replaced the receiver and decided it was time for some drastic action for both of them.
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Do you think presents on a first date are passé or suspicious? ( Most of my friends think so!