(A/N: I know, this may appear to be irrelevant, but hey! All of my Author Notes are. Bwharharhar! Woohooo! Spider-man 2 is out! And last night... I caught the first showing at the closest theater! Woohoo! Bought tickets for the 12:01 AM show and watched it! It was great! Yayy! Goooooooooooooooo Spider-man!)
Chapter 14 - Before shooting
After break fast, Sango and Inuyasha walked back to the hotel. Miroku reminded them that today would be the definite first day of shooting and that they should be ready by 10:30 AM. Kagome proposed that she went back with Sango to their hotel one final time. With her wish granted, the girls were off, informing that they'd meet the guys back at the filming studio.
"You okay with this?" Sango asked Kagome as the closed the door to their hotel. She bit her lip with guilt as she watched Kagome walk around the room listlessly.
"Not really. . ." Kagome sighed, but shrugged. "But you gotta do what you gotta do, right?" she forced a smile. Sango looked down at the carpet.
"I'm sorry, Kagome." Sango sat down on a small couch. "You must hate me for putting you in this position." Kagome stopped walking, and looked at her best friend. She sighed, this move was hard on both of them.
"I don't hate you, Sango." she finally said. "It's Inuyasha that I hate, but that's a whole different story." the two girls laughed.
"He's not really all that bad." Sango said. Kagome looked at her with shock. "I mean, today, when I told him what was going on. He was a bit dramatic about it, but in truth, he doesn't seem so awful."
"Things aren't always what they seem." Kagome snorted as she folded her arms across her chest. Sango looked up from her seat and stared at the girl.
"Precisely. And with that, maybe you should reconsider how you feel about him and use this new move-in to your advantage?" Sango hesitated, but then added. "Unless you already have changed how you feel to the least. . ."
"No!" Kagome instantly exclaimed. "How could you even think a thing like that?!" Sango just shrugged.
"Probably because of the pink that flushed on your face at rehearsals yesterday." she said nonchalantly, knowing that Kagome was probably holding in her blush at this moment.
"I-I was not blushing!" Kagome fought. Sango just laughed.
"Sure, you weren't." she winked. Kagome turned her head away. "Listen, Kags. All I'm saying is that there's more to Inuyasha than good looks."
"He is not good-looking, Sango." Kagome turned her head back and stated sternly. Sango just gave her a 'is-that-your-final-answer?' look. Kagome then hesitated. "Maybe. . .just. . . a little bit."
"Right. So, get to know the man behind the mask." Sango shrugged as she stood up and walked into her bedroom. Kagome followed her.
"W-well, what about you?" she managed to ask. Sango turned her head back to look at her. "You and Miroku. Anything. . .interesting going on?" Sango gave a laugh of disbelief.
"Now you're thinking crazy, Kags." she laughed again. "Mr. Houshi is just as pervert that tries to get into the pants of each physically attractive woman he sees. There would never be anything between us." Kagome pouted at her friend's response, but shrugged.
"So where is he sleeping?" she asked. Sango flattened the blanket on her bed.
"Perhaps in the living room." Sango replied.
"But both of the beds are in this room and are far too big to fit through the door."
"Then I suppose he'll be sleeping on the hard, cold couch, won't he?" Sango said seriously. Kagome laughed. She looked at the clock and saw that it read 9:45 AM.
"Well, we'd better be off to the studio." she finally said as she played with a string on the sleeve of her sweater.
"Yeah. . . we should." Sango replied as she looked around the empty bedroom. Half of the cabinets were known to be empty, and the top of the dressers were bare from hair products and make-up. When she turned towards Kagome and opened her mouth to talk, she was cut off as she caught sight of a tear drop down the girl's face.
"Aw, Kagome!" Sango exclaimed as she quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. "Don't start crying now."
"I-I'm sorry." Kagome managed to say. "I guess I'm just sad that I won't be able to see you anymore."
"Are you kidding me?" Sango smiled. "You'll see me practically everyday." Kagome laughed.
"You promise?"
"Kags, I'm bound to it." Sango ruffled her hair. "I am your manager, right?" she winked. Kagome laughed and nodded her head.
"I guess I'm just a bit emotional." Kagome shrugged. Sango arched an eyebrow and laughed.
"A bit?" she said mockingly. Kagome rolled her eyes and smiled.
"So are you done, or do you need another box of Kleenex?" Sango laughed. Kagome stuck out her tongue and gestured for them to leave.
"So. . .how was breakfast?" Miroku asked Inuyasha casually as the girls left their hotel room.
"Good." Inuyasha shrugged as he walked over towards the large window. He looked over the city and it's beautiful view of the buildings and cars.
"Good?" Miroku's voice came in again. "That's it?" Inuyasha raised an eye brow.
"I guess. The ramen stand we went to didn't exactly please my taste buds." he shrugged again. Miroku gave a loud, obvious sigh that made Inuyasha roll his eyes.
"What am I supposed to say?" Inuyasha asked annoyed.
"I wasn't asking about the food, Inuyasha." Miroku finally said. "How was your talk with the lovely Sango Taijiya?"
"And what's it to you?" Inuyasha clenched his teeth in irritation. "You already know why we went out for the talk anyways."
"I'm just. . .wondering." Miroku said slowly. "Did she happen to. . .you know."
"No, I don't. Just say it, Houshi. Your hinting is starting to tick me off."
"Did she perhaps say anything. . .about my move-in?" Miroku looked at Inuyasha with high hopes. The long black-haired actor looked at the director with complete typicality.
"No. We were too busy making out in the corner." Inuyasha said sarcastically. Miroku's eyes sunk.
"R-really?" the gullible director managed to stutter. Inuyasha smacked Miroku on the back of his head.
"No. Not really." he replied with sarcasm again as he rolled his eyes. "We just talked about the move and a couple of things about herself. In addition to why I hate Kagome."
"What'd you guys say?" Miroku asked curiously.
"Would you like me to report every single word?" Inuyasha said sarcastically. Obviously he was in a deep mood of endless sarcasm.
"Sure." Miroku's voice finally said. Inuyasha fell back anime-style and shook his head.
"And why would I do a dumb-ass thing like that?"
"Because me and Lady Kagome had a very interesting conversation about you." Mirokue lied. Inuyasha paused at the director's response. He looked at him with suspicion, but began to tell Miroku about what Sango had said about her job and why he shouldn't hate Kagome so much.
"So, she likes helping people?" Miroku asked as Inuyasha finished telling the conversation.
"Feh. I guess." Inuyasha shrugged. "Something's gotta be behind it though. There ain't one human that doesn't have any selfish desires of their own."
"Perhaps something that happened in the past?" Miroku thought out loud. Inuyasha just rolled his eyes.
"I guess? Feh. It's not like I would care anyhow. That's her business." Inuyasha shrugged. He turned to look at the clock and saw that it read 10:00 AM. "Isn't shooting starting soon?"
Miroku stopped his thinking, and looked at the time. He nearly jumped from his spot as he quickly got up and walked towards the phone. When he turned back towards Inuyasha, he gestured for him to get ready.
"Lost track of time." Miroku laughed nervously. Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he slipped his shoes on. Miroku dropped the phone and grabbed a jacket.
"Taxi's waiting for us downstairs." he finally said. Inuyasha got up and walked towards the door. Suddenly, as his hand was on the knob, he looked at Miroku.
"So what was you and Kagome's conversation about me?" he asked curiously. Miroku smirked as he shoved Inuyasha to the side and opened the door.
"Well, well, looky here. . .has somebody taken interest in the mysterious flattery from Ms. Higurashi?" Miroku siad teasingly. Inuyasha bit his tongue and gave Miroku a punch on his shoulder.
"Just spill it." Inuyasha demanded. Miroku began to laugh nervously as he rubbed his throbbing shoulder.
"Well, err. .You see. . .uhh. . ." he stalled. "Uhh. . .she said. . .err. . ." Inuyasha looked at Miroku unimpressed. It wasn't the first time he had lied to him for personal information. Before Miroku could finish mumbling about nothing, Inuyasha waved it off and began to walk down the hall of the hotel. Miroku gave a sigh of relief as he locked the door and followed Inuyasha.
"What time did Miroku say shooting would start?" Kagome asked impatiently as she sat on a chair in Miroku's office.
"Well, I can recall him saying 10:30, but it's almost 11 now." Sango replied as she gathered some papers scattered on the carpet.
"Why are we in here again?" Kagome finally asked after her curiosity got to her. Sango turned around and gave a faint smile.
"Spring cleaning." Sango answered as she looked around the room. There were papers, coffee mugs, boxes, and (surprisingly) clothes scattered about. Kagome stifled a laugh as she nodded.
"Looks like his assistant isn't doing his or her job." Kagome said as she moved a dirty T-shirt with her two fingers as if it were a contagious disease.
"He doesn't have one."
"How can he not have an assistant?" Kagome said shocked. "Isn't it required?"
"I suppose so, but I guess some people are just independent." Sango shrugged as she stepped on an old box of Krispy Kremes. She immediately picked it up and threw it into the large garbage bag she held. "Or perhaps he's gone bored and has groped them all."
"Or maybe he's too lazy to pick up the phone and get one." Kagome contributed to the possibilities.
"I don't even think Mr. Houshi knows a number to call for an assistant." Sango and Kagome began to laugh.
"It's always nice to start off the day hearing two lovely ladies laughing. It's even more enjoyable when their happiness is caused by yours truly." Miroku's voice came from the door. Kagome and Sango instantly turned their heads in surprise. "Unfortunately, it appears that they aren't laughing with me, but at me, ne?"
Sango and Kagome quickly turned pink with embarrassment. They chose to stay silent and resumed sitting their positions in the office.
"Sango, my dear, what ever are you doing?" Miroku asked pleasantly as he walked over and kneeled down beside her. Sango was too embarrassed to look at him and kept her focus on throwing away the wastes into her large plastic bag. Miroku looked at her and grinned at her pink cheeks and focused eyes. "Well?"
"If you don't mind, I'm cleaning up." she finally said, convinced that he wouldn't leave her alone till he got an answer.
"And why would I mind that?" Miroku asked, surprised. "It's not everyday I see the Sango Taijiya cleaning out my office room."
Sango looked at him, wondering if that remark had been sarcasm or interest. She stood up and sealed the plastic bag while placing it in the corner of the room. Miroku stood up also and cleared his throat.
"Kagome, shouldn't you be in make-up and costume?" he finally said, after minutes of uneasy silence. Kagome looked up at him quickly and nodded her head. She was relieved to escape the room full of tension.
"Like I've said before, it's time you start getting an assistant or secretary." Sango said sternly as she straightened a picture frame on the creme colored wall. "It's positively inhuman for someone to have half as many of the things in here."
"Ah come on, it's not that bad." Miroku said casually. Sango blinked as she stared at the man with disbelief.
"Mr. Houshi, the things that I've seen in here would make someone think that this is somewhat of your new home!" Sango pointed out as she walked towards the couch. Miroku gave a small laugh.
"Now you're starting to act foolish, dear Sango. There is nothing that would point out that I live her–" but his words were cut off as Sango held up a grey sock found at the back of his couch. She stood while holding it with a mocking expression on her face. Miroku sweat dropped and he laughed uneasily.
"Heh. So. . ." he almost ran out of words. "That's where it went?" Sango shook her head.
"Like I've been saying over and over again. . .get–" her statement was cut off by Miroku's voice.
"An assistant. I know, I know, Sango." he cocked his head down and mumbled. "I'm just waiting till I find the right one." he smiled. Sango rolled her eyes as she dusted off her hands. The office was now somewhat clean. Well, at least now you could tell that there were two couches instead of one.
"At least it's half decent." Sango muttered as she observed the room, still with a hint of disgust. Miroku marveled as he looked around.
"So that's where the other couch went. . ." Miroku said happily as he walked over and plopped himself on it. Sango shook her head and stifled a small laugh.
"So. . .Sango. . ." Miroku cut into her thoughts. "I guess your job takes away much of your time, huh?"
"I guess." Sango shrugged, unaware of where he was getting at. "But it's what makes my time worth having."
"What do you do for fun?" Miroku asked as he sat up on the couch. Sango blinked, but then began to empty the drawers of the wooden desk.
"I clean perverted directors' wooden desks." she answered while putting on a plastic smile. Miroku gave a point taken 'ha-ha' and stuck out his tongue. Sango sighed. "I dance." she finally added. Miroku's head perked up at her response.
"You dance?" he asked in disbelief. Sango rolled her eyes.
"Why ask it as if I hadn't said it?" Sango said defensively as she emptied a cabinet full of pens and pencils. She scattered them all over the carpet and began to throw away the ones that didn't work.
"Forgive me, I didn't mean it that way." Miroku said apologetically after he realized the misunderstanding. "I'm just shocked to know that you dance. You always took me as a very serious worker."
"I am." she stated. There were a few minutes of silence, and it broke by Sango's loud sigh.
"I wouldn't blame you for thinking that way anyhow." she said after placing all the pens in a small drawer. "I only dance when I'm by myself, or with Kagome. I use to always do it non-stop. . ." she made a small laugh and bit her lip. "But now it's usually on rare occasions when I dance."
"Why?" Miroku asked. Somehow, learning more about Sango fancied his interests. Sango looked at him oddly. She bit her lip and resumed looking back down at the carpet as she clutched a pencil in her hand.
"B-because I'm no good." she finally said, almost stuttering.
"Don't be foolish." Miroku consoled. "I'm sure that you're a wonderful dancer. Like that night at the club. . .I can recall seeing some great moves from you." he winked. A pink tinge flushed on her cheeks.
"I appreciate your flattery, Mr. Houshi." she finally said. "But when I say I'm not good. I'm no good." Miroku arched a brow.
"C'mon, Sango. What if you just danced a bit more?" he suggested. Sango shook her head 'no'. "What if we went out to a dance club sometime? You know, to get you dancing again."
"I've told you, Mr. Houshi. I'm not a great dancer and I don't dance often."
"Well, whoever heard or a pessimistic dancer?" Miroku grinned. Sango clutched the pencil with both hands. Suddenly, it snapped apart. Miroku looked at the two pieces of pencil in her hands.
"When I say I can't dance. I can't dance. Stop pushing me." she snapped. Miroku was taken aback by her reaction. "Dancing is something that I did for fun. I apologize for the misunderstanding of the question. What I do for fun now is. . ." she took a sudden pause, and blinked hard. "F-filing papers."
Miroku was shocked at her sudden anger, but chose not to reply. He just nodded his head, and became silent. Sango picked up all of the pencils and placed it in a separate small drawer. She stood up, and picked up her clipboard up from the desk.
"I suppose it's time for shooting, hm?" she said with a calm voice. Miroku nodded, amazed on the changing of the tones.
"Well, I should be going to see Kagome." she said while making her way towards the door.
"Sorry about the question." Miroku called out. "If you felt that it was too personal." Sango turned around and looked at Miroku, then back down at the carpet.
"And I apologize for the outburst." a small smile crept on her lips. "Good luck on shooting today."
"Thanks." he said. Sango nodded her head and placed her hand on the doorknob. "Hey, Sango?" he called again.
"Hm?"
"During shooting. . .would you like to sit with me behind the camera?" he asked shyly. Sango blinked. "Y-you know. . .If I happen to forget something. . .with my disorganization and all." Sango looked at him softly, and nodded her head.
"Sure. I'll meet you there. I have to speak with Kagome first."
"Great. Thanks, I'll really enjoy your company." he said without thinking. Instantly, as he realized what was just said, he moved his head down with embarrassment. Sango paused for a second, and blushed a bit.
"As will I to you." she finished just as she left. Miroku's head cocked up in surprise, but when he looked, Sango was already gone. A smile appeared on his face as he got up. He walked over to his wooden desk and scratched his head.
"Now, where did I put my film?"
Chapter 14 - Before shooting
After break fast, Sango and Inuyasha walked back to the hotel. Miroku reminded them that today would be the definite first day of shooting and that they should be ready by 10:30 AM. Kagome proposed that she went back with Sango to their hotel one final time. With her wish granted, the girls were off, informing that they'd meet the guys back at the filming studio.
"You okay with this?" Sango asked Kagome as the closed the door to their hotel. She bit her lip with guilt as she watched Kagome walk around the room listlessly.
"Not really. . ." Kagome sighed, but shrugged. "But you gotta do what you gotta do, right?" she forced a smile. Sango looked down at the carpet.
"I'm sorry, Kagome." Sango sat down on a small couch. "You must hate me for putting you in this position." Kagome stopped walking, and looked at her best friend. She sighed, this move was hard on both of them.
"I don't hate you, Sango." she finally said. "It's Inuyasha that I hate, but that's a whole different story." the two girls laughed.
"He's not really all that bad." Sango said. Kagome looked at her with shock. "I mean, today, when I told him what was going on. He was a bit dramatic about it, but in truth, he doesn't seem so awful."
"Things aren't always what they seem." Kagome snorted as she folded her arms across her chest. Sango looked up from her seat and stared at the girl.
"Precisely. And with that, maybe you should reconsider how you feel about him and use this new move-in to your advantage?" Sango hesitated, but then added. "Unless you already have changed how you feel to the least. . ."
"No!" Kagome instantly exclaimed. "How could you even think a thing like that?!" Sango just shrugged.
"Probably because of the pink that flushed on your face at rehearsals yesterday." she said nonchalantly, knowing that Kagome was probably holding in her blush at this moment.
"I-I was not blushing!" Kagome fought. Sango just laughed.
"Sure, you weren't." she winked. Kagome turned her head away. "Listen, Kags. All I'm saying is that there's more to Inuyasha than good looks."
"He is not good-looking, Sango." Kagome turned her head back and stated sternly. Sango just gave her a 'is-that-your-final-answer?' look. Kagome then hesitated. "Maybe. . .just. . . a little bit."
"Right. So, get to know the man behind the mask." Sango shrugged as she stood up and walked into her bedroom. Kagome followed her.
"W-well, what about you?" she managed to ask. Sango turned her head back to look at her. "You and Miroku. Anything. . .interesting going on?" Sango gave a laugh of disbelief.
"Now you're thinking crazy, Kags." she laughed again. "Mr. Houshi is just as pervert that tries to get into the pants of each physically attractive woman he sees. There would never be anything between us." Kagome pouted at her friend's response, but shrugged.
"So where is he sleeping?" she asked. Sango flattened the blanket on her bed.
"Perhaps in the living room." Sango replied.
"But both of the beds are in this room and are far too big to fit through the door."
"Then I suppose he'll be sleeping on the hard, cold couch, won't he?" Sango said seriously. Kagome laughed. She looked at the clock and saw that it read 9:45 AM.
"Well, we'd better be off to the studio." she finally said as she played with a string on the sleeve of her sweater.
"Yeah. . . we should." Sango replied as she looked around the empty bedroom. Half of the cabinets were known to be empty, and the top of the dressers were bare from hair products and make-up. When she turned towards Kagome and opened her mouth to talk, she was cut off as she caught sight of a tear drop down the girl's face.
"Aw, Kagome!" Sango exclaimed as she quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it to her. "Don't start crying now."
"I-I'm sorry." Kagome managed to say. "I guess I'm just sad that I won't be able to see you anymore."
"Are you kidding me?" Sango smiled. "You'll see me practically everyday." Kagome laughed.
"You promise?"
"Kags, I'm bound to it." Sango ruffled her hair. "I am your manager, right?" she winked. Kagome laughed and nodded her head.
"I guess I'm just a bit emotional." Kagome shrugged. Sango arched an eyebrow and laughed.
"A bit?" she said mockingly. Kagome rolled her eyes and smiled.
"So are you done, or do you need another box of Kleenex?" Sango laughed. Kagome stuck out her tongue and gestured for them to leave.
"So. . .how was breakfast?" Miroku asked Inuyasha casually as the girls left their hotel room.
"Good." Inuyasha shrugged as he walked over towards the large window. He looked over the city and it's beautiful view of the buildings and cars.
"Good?" Miroku's voice came in again. "That's it?" Inuyasha raised an eye brow.
"I guess. The ramen stand we went to didn't exactly please my taste buds." he shrugged again. Miroku gave a loud, obvious sigh that made Inuyasha roll his eyes.
"What am I supposed to say?" Inuyasha asked annoyed.
"I wasn't asking about the food, Inuyasha." Miroku finally said. "How was your talk with the lovely Sango Taijiya?"
"And what's it to you?" Inuyasha clenched his teeth in irritation. "You already know why we went out for the talk anyways."
"I'm just. . .wondering." Miroku said slowly. "Did she happen to. . .you know."
"No, I don't. Just say it, Houshi. Your hinting is starting to tick me off."
"Did she perhaps say anything. . .about my move-in?" Miroku looked at Inuyasha with high hopes. The long black-haired actor looked at the director with complete typicality.
"No. We were too busy making out in the corner." Inuyasha said sarcastically. Miroku's eyes sunk.
"R-really?" the gullible director managed to stutter. Inuyasha smacked Miroku on the back of his head.
"No. Not really." he replied with sarcasm again as he rolled his eyes. "We just talked about the move and a couple of things about herself. In addition to why I hate Kagome."
"What'd you guys say?" Miroku asked curiously.
"Would you like me to report every single word?" Inuyasha said sarcastically. Obviously he was in a deep mood of endless sarcasm.
"Sure." Miroku's voice finally said. Inuyasha fell back anime-style and shook his head.
"And why would I do a dumb-ass thing like that?"
"Because me and Lady Kagome had a very interesting conversation about you." Mirokue lied. Inuyasha paused at the director's response. He looked at him with suspicion, but began to tell Miroku about what Sango had said about her job and why he shouldn't hate Kagome so much.
"So, she likes helping people?" Miroku asked as Inuyasha finished telling the conversation.
"Feh. I guess." Inuyasha shrugged. "Something's gotta be behind it though. There ain't one human that doesn't have any selfish desires of their own."
"Perhaps something that happened in the past?" Miroku thought out loud. Inuyasha just rolled his eyes.
"I guess? Feh. It's not like I would care anyhow. That's her business." Inuyasha shrugged. He turned to look at the clock and saw that it read 10:00 AM. "Isn't shooting starting soon?"
Miroku stopped his thinking, and looked at the time. He nearly jumped from his spot as he quickly got up and walked towards the phone. When he turned back towards Inuyasha, he gestured for him to get ready.
"Lost track of time." Miroku laughed nervously. Inuyasha rolled his eyes as he slipped his shoes on. Miroku dropped the phone and grabbed a jacket.
"Taxi's waiting for us downstairs." he finally said. Inuyasha got up and walked towards the door. Suddenly, as his hand was on the knob, he looked at Miroku.
"So what was you and Kagome's conversation about me?" he asked curiously. Miroku smirked as he shoved Inuyasha to the side and opened the door.
"Well, well, looky here. . .has somebody taken interest in the mysterious flattery from Ms. Higurashi?" Miroku siad teasingly. Inuyasha bit his tongue and gave Miroku a punch on his shoulder.
"Just spill it." Inuyasha demanded. Miroku began to laugh nervously as he rubbed his throbbing shoulder.
"Well, err. .You see. . .uhh. . ." he stalled. "Uhh. . .she said. . .err. . ." Inuyasha looked at Miroku unimpressed. It wasn't the first time he had lied to him for personal information. Before Miroku could finish mumbling about nothing, Inuyasha waved it off and began to walk down the hall of the hotel. Miroku gave a sigh of relief as he locked the door and followed Inuyasha.
"What time did Miroku say shooting would start?" Kagome asked impatiently as she sat on a chair in Miroku's office.
"Well, I can recall him saying 10:30, but it's almost 11 now." Sango replied as she gathered some papers scattered on the carpet.
"Why are we in here again?" Kagome finally asked after her curiosity got to her. Sango turned around and gave a faint smile.
"Spring cleaning." Sango answered as she looked around the room. There were papers, coffee mugs, boxes, and (surprisingly) clothes scattered about. Kagome stifled a laugh as she nodded.
"Looks like his assistant isn't doing his or her job." Kagome said as she moved a dirty T-shirt with her two fingers as if it were a contagious disease.
"He doesn't have one."
"How can he not have an assistant?" Kagome said shocked. "Isn't it required?"
"I suppose so, but I guess some people are just independent." Sango shrugged as she stepped on an old box of Krispy Kremes. She immediately picked it up and threw it into the large garbage bag she held. "Or perhaps he's gone bored and has groped them all."
"Or maybe he's too lazy to pick up the phone and get one." Kagome contributed to the possibilities.
"I don't even think Mr. Houshi knows a number to call for an assistant." Sango and Kagome began to laugh.
"It's always nice to start off the day hearing two lovely ladies laughing. It's even more enjoyable when their happiness is caused by yours truly." Miroku's voice came from the door. Kagome and Sango instantly turned their heads in surprise. "Unfortunately, it appears that they aren't laughing with me, but at me, ne?"
Sango and Kagome quickly turned pink with embarrassment. They chose to stay silent and resumed sitting their positions in the office.
"Sango, my dear, what ever are you doing?" Miroku asked pleasantly as he walked over and kneeled down beside her. Sango was too embarrassed to look at him and kept her focus on throwing away the wastes into her large plastic bag. Miroku looked at her and grinned at her pink cheeks and focused eyes. "Well?"
"If you don't mind, I'm cleaning up." she finally said, convinced that he wouldn't leave her alone till he got an answer.
"And why would I mind that?" Miroku asked, surprised. "It's not everyday I see the Sango Taijiya cleaning out my office room."
Sango looked at him, wondering if that remark had been sarcasm or interest. She stood up and sealed the plastic bag while placing it in the corner of the room. Miroku stood up also and cleared his throat.
"Kagome, shouldn't you be in make-up and costume?" he finally said, after minutes of uneasy silence. Kagome looked up at him quickly and nodded her head. She was relieved to escape the room full of tension.
"Like I've said before, it's time you start getting an assistant or secretary." Sango said sternly as she straightened a picture frame on the creme colored wall. "It's positively inhuman for someone to have half as many of the things in here."
"Ah come on, it's not that bad." Miroku said casually. Sango blinked as she stared at the man with disbelief.
"Mr. Houshi, the things that I've seen in here would make someone think that this is somewhat of your new home!" Sango pointed out as she walked towards the couch. Miroku gave a small laugh.
"Now you're starting to act foolish, dear Sango. There is nothing that would point out that I live her–" but his words were cut off as Sango held up a grey sock found at the back of his couch. She stood while holding it with a mocking expression on her face. Miroku sweat dropped and he laughed uneasily.
"Heh. So. . ." he almost ran out of words. "That's where it went?" Sango shook her head.
"Like I've been saying over and over again. . .get–" her statement was cut off by Miroku's voice.
"An assistant. I know, I know, Sango." he cocked his head down and mumbled. "I'm just waiting till I find the right one." he smiled. Sango rolled her eyes as she dusted off her hands. The office was now somewhat clean. Well, at least now you could tell that there were two couches instead of one.
"At least it's half decent." Sango muttered as she observed the room, still with a hint of disgust. Miroku marveled as he looked around.
"So that's where the other couch went. . ." Miroku said happily as he walked over and plopped himself on it. Sango shook her head and stifled a small laugh.
"So. . .Sango. . ." Miroku cut into her thoughts. "I guess your job takes away much of your time, huh?"
"I guess." Sango shrugged, unaware of where he was getting at. "But it's what makes my time worth having."
"What do you do for fun?" Miroku asked as he sat up on the couch. Sango blinked, but then began to empty the drawers of the wooden desk.
"I clean perverted directors' wooden desks." she answered while putting on a plastic smile. Miroku gave a point taken 'ha-ha' and stuck out his tongue. Sango sighed. "I dance." she finally added. Miroku's head perked up at her response.
"You dance?" he asked in disbelief. Sango rolled her eyes.
"Why ask it as if I hadn't said it?" Sango said defensively as she emptied a cabinet full of pens and pencils. She scattered them all over the carpet and began to throw away the ones that didn't work.
"Forgive me, I didn't mean it that way." Miroku said apologetically after he realized the misunderstanding. "I'm just shocked to know that you dance. You always took me as a very serious worker."
"I am." she stated. There were a few minutes of silence, and it broke by Sango's loud sigh.
"I wouldn't blame you for thinking that way anyhow." she said after placing all the pens in a small drawer. "I only dance when I'm by myself, or with Kagome. I use to always do it non-stop. . ." she made a small laugh and bit her lip. "But now it's usually on rare occasions when I dance."
"Why?" Miroku asked. Somehow, learning more about Sango fancied his interests. Sango looked at him oddly. She bit her lip and resumed looking back down at the carpet as she clutched a pencil in her hand.
"B-because I'm no good." she finally said, almost stuttering.
"Don't be foolish." Miroku consoled. "I'm sure that you're a wonderful dancer. Like that night at the club. . .I can recall seeing some great moves from you." he winked. A pink tinge flushed on her cheeks.
"I appreciate your flattery, Mr. Houshi." she finally said. "But when I say I'm not good. I'm no good." Miroku arched a brow.
"C'mon, Sango. What if you just danced a bit more?" he suggested. Sango shook her head 'no'. "What if we went out to a dance club sometime? You know, to get you dancing again."
"I've told you, Mr. Houshi. I'm not a great dancer and I don't dance often."
"Well, whoever heard or a pessimistic dancer?" Miroku grinned. Sango clutched the pencil with both hands. Suddenly, it snapped apart. Miroku looked at the two pieces of pencil in her hands.
"When I say I can't dance. I can't dance. Stop pushing me." she snapped. Miroku was taken aback by her reaction. "Dancing is something that I did for fun. I apologize for the misunderstanding of the question. What I do for fun now is. . ." she took a sudden pause, and blinked hard. "F-filing papers."
Miroku was shocked at her sudden anger, but chose not to reply. He just nodded his head, and became silent. Sango picked up all of the pencils and placed it in a separate small drawer. She stood up, and picked up her clipboard up from the desk.
"I suppose it's time for shooting, hm?" she said with a calm voice. Miroku nodded, amazed on the changing of the tones.
"Well, I should be going to see Kagome." she said while making her way towards the door.
"Sorry about the question." Miroku called out. "If you felt that it was too personal." Sango turned around and looked at Miroku, then back down at the carpet.
"And I apologize for the outburst." a small smile crept on her lips. "Good luck on shooting today."
"Thanks." he said. Sango nodded her head and placed her hand on the doorknob. "Hey, Sango?" he called again.
"Hm?"
"During shooting. . .would you like to sit with me behind the camera?" he asked shyly. Sango blinked. "Y-you know. . .If I happen to forget something. . .with my disorganization and all." Sango looked at him softly, and nodded her head.
"Sure. I'll meet you there. I have to speak with Kagome first."
"Great. Thanks, I'll really enjoy your company." he said without thinking. Instantly, as he realized what was just said, he moved his head down with embarrassment. Sango paused for a second, and blushed a bit.
"As will I to you." she finished just as she left. Miroku's head cocked up in surprise, but when he looked, Sango was already gone. A smile appeared on his face as he got up. He walked over to his wooden desk and scratched his head.
"Now, where did I put my film?"