Sex Education
By: SlayerSango23
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own the Inuyasha characters, nor Rumiko Takahashi, nor Don Juan.
A/N: Two other major characters will be introduced in this chapter! Sorry for the long wait, and do enjoy!
Chapter Two: Over Coffee
Sometimes a friend can be made in the most unlikely of places, with the most unlikely of persons... That began to cross my mind, as I sat with my 'unlikely' colleague in a coffee shop, just 15 minutes after I'd been lecturing him for being a pervert...
Sango and Miroku sat in the coffee shop near the school sipping cappuccinos and having a surprisingly pleasant conversation. Sango was still unsure of this man and his intentions, but she had to admit that she was enjoying talking with him.
I don't get it. One minute he is acting like a lecherous creep, and the next he's witty, charming, and interesting...
Sango absentmindedly stirred her cappuccino, for really no reason aside from being lost in her thoughts. But she didn't realize she was spacing out until she noticed Miroku studying her.
"Hm, what is it?" she asked.
"I was about to ask you the same question."
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking..." She turned away.
"I see. So, Sango, you have been asking me a lot of questions. How about we talk about you now?"
"Um, ok. If you'd like. What would you like to know?"
"Oh, as much as you are willing to offer." He smiled, and Sango gave a semi-laugh.
"Well, I just recently got my Master's, and this is my first job..."
"Congratulations! And how has this first job been going for you?"
"Oh, um...well, it's not quite what I expected..." She looked down, her gaze suddenly somber.
"In what way is it not what you expected?"
"Well, you see...I was so excited to teach and thrilled when I was offered this opportunity, but...I don't think I am very good at this. I think my students hate me or something. Maybe I'm not cut out for this sort of thing." she blurted out, not sure why she was being so open with a stranger. Something about him, though...she felt strangely compelled to tell him things...
"Sango, don't beat yourself up so much. It takes time to get used to a new job and new surroundings. And it takes others time to get used to you. You have little experience teaching, but I am confident that you are not bad at it and that your students don't hate you."
"How can you know that?"
"I have my ways... Besides, who wouldn't want a beautiful, intelligent lady such as yourself for a teacher?"
He is such a shameless flirt... Still, she could feel a blush coming on.
"Well, I thank you for your compliment, Dr., but I hardly want to go places based upon my looks." she said with a wry smile.
I like her modesty, but she could certainly get somewhere with me on her looks... He smiled at his thoughts.
"Oh yes, I was wondering..." Sango began.
"Yes?"
"May I ask...?"
"You may ask anything you wish, dear lady."
"Ok...what I want to know is...what kind of doctor are you exactly?"
Miroku grinned. "I had a feeling that question was weighing on your mind this entire time."
"Well, I was curious. I mean, you are teaching my class..."
"Yes, of course. You have a right to know my qualifications."
"It's not that I believe you aren't qualified–"
"I'm a sexual therapist."
Sango was clearly caught off guard (anime sweatdrop) and apparently rendered speechless.
But after several moments she managed to stammer, "Oh."
"I know what you're thinking...what kind of pervert would go into that line of work, am I right?" He gave her a grin.
"Um, uh, no I wasn't thinking that! I am curious about it, though."
"Curious about that area or curious about why I went into it?"
"Both."
"Well, I believe I can answer your questions, Sango."
"So, um, what is it exactly that you do...?" Sango fumbled with her coffee cup and refused to look at him, her cheeks slightly reddened. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know about his work. She tried to settle the crazy thoughts that were beginning to enter her mind.
"Well, I'm a Ph.D. psychologist. I counsel people in sexual matters, but not just sexual. I do a lot of couples therapy, relationship issues and the like..."
"I see. Forgive me, but it just seems kind of unusual that you would be sent to teach a high school sex education class."
"Well, it was basically a favor for Rumiko."
"Rumiko? Oh yes, Ms. Takahashi."
"Yes. It's not that she didn't think you capable. She just thought I might have some interesting information to offer the class. I'm more of an extended guest speaker, you might say."
"I see. Actually, I didn't mind it so much. I wasn't exactly looking forward to teaching this portion. If I have difficulty getting through to them on a regular basis, how will I manage to have their attention and good behavior when I'm teaching that?"
"I believe you could. You just need to learn what makes your group of students tick, how to make it fun and interesting for them. I can teach you a few things..." Miroku said, winking at her.
"Um, ok..."
"I'd like to involve you in this quite a bit. Is that acceptable, Ms. Hiraikotsu?"
"Well, certainly! I want to be involved in my students' learning."
"As I knew you would. How do you feel about participating in some class-related activities?"
"How about refills over here?" the waitress chimed in, and Sango and Miroku answered in the affirmative.
"Thank you, Kagome." Sango smiled up at the pretty young girl, who was several years her junior.
"Hi there." Kagome smiled over at Miroku. "Who's your friend, Sango?"
But before Sango could answer, Miroku spoke up for himself.
"I'm Miroku. Your name is Kagome then? It is a pleasure to meet you!" He held out his hand to her. She offered her hand, which he took and gingerly kissed.
Kagome giggled, but then pulled it away and glanced around nervously.
There he goes again... I guess he goes around kissing the hand of every woman he meets...
Sango rested her head on her hand and looked away, rolling her eyes. She wasn't quite sure why she even cared that he flirted with other women, so long as they weren't her students.
Kagome then filled Miroku's mug.
"Miss Kagome, I was wondering..."
"Yes?" The girl looked at him innocently, completely unprepared for what she was in for.
"I know we just met, but would you consider bearing my child?"
"HUH!" Kagome went wide-eyed and crimson and nearly spilled the pot she was holding.
Sango had unfortunately been taking a sip of her cappuccino at that moment and was now suffering from a fit of coughing.
Miroku gave her a concerned glance.
When she stopped choking, she became aware of the sudden urge to kick him hard under the table, but she suppressed it.
Kagome had meanwhile managed to regain her composure somewhat. "Uhh, I'm...flattered...and all, but...I don't think my boyfriend would like that very much."
"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" was Miroku's disappointed response.
Kagome laughed nervously. "Y-yes, and he might be in here any minute now, so uh, I better go now...uh, nice to meet you...see ya Sango!" And with that, she dashed off to the kitchen.
"Smooth move, Don Juan." Sango retorted with a smirk.
"What did I say?" Miroku asked stupidly.
"You don't know? For a doctor, you're pretty dense..."
Miroku feigned hurt.
"Look, you should just forget about Kagome. She has a boyfriend, and trust me, you don't want to get on his bad side. He is very jealous and has a horrible temper."
"I see. That's too bad... I mean, too bad that her boyfriend acts that way. It doesn't make for a very healthy relationship."
"Yeah, no kidding."
"And just to clear things up, I wasn't actually interested in pursuing something with Kagome."
"Oh? Well then, why did you ask that?"
"Oh, I ask that to all the young women I meet." He gave a nervous laugh.
Sango wondered why he hadn't asked her. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to be asked such a question, but she also felt kind of rejected by that. So, what's wrong with me, huh?
She decided not to press the issue, though. It obviously hadn't occurred to him, and she didn't feel like making the effort to slap him for it.
She decided to change the subject. "So, you never told me what compelled you to get into this line of work..."
"Oh, well I guess I will have to tell you about my past in order for you to understand."
"If you feel comfortable..."
"Certainly. I feel very comfortable talking with you, Sango."
She smiled at him, and he returned the gesture.
"I suppose I am in this line of work mostly because of my father... You see, my father was something of a...womanizer..."
Surprise, surprise...
"Then he met my mother, and he fell deeply in love with her and she with him. They were married only six months later. Now, I believe my father had every intention of being faithful to my mother because he truly loved and cherished her, but unfortunately...old habits die hard. He couldn't seem to stop his wandering eye, and my mother left him for it. I was about 8 when my parents divorced and I went to live with my mother. Then..." Miroku stopped, and his face appeared to be almost contorted in...pain.
Sango looked at him sympathetically. Poor guy...it must have been so hard for him...
He looked at her, seeing the compassion in her eyes.
He smiled and continued. "Not long after I went to live with my mother, she became ill, and she...died."
Sango felt for him. He has been through so much...
Without thinking, she reached out and put her hand over his in a comforting gesture.
Miroku was surprised by this, but he made no motion to move. He rather enjoyed the feel of her hand on his. He hoped that if she somehow hadn't realized what she was doing that she wouldn't come to her senses any time soon.
"It's all right. I have come to terms with it, though I still miss her greatly...and my father, who has alsopassed. But enough of that... After my mother died, I went to live with my father. He taught me a lot...good and bad. I picked up some of my...less desirable habits, which you have uh, witnessed, from him. He was a good man, though. I don't think he ever quite got over losing my mother, and I know he felt very guilty about it. He always loved her, though."
"Well, anyway, I know it was a roundabout way of explaining things to you. Basically, my mother and father didn't have much of a chance at happiness, and maybe they could have if they had just worked at it a bit. I wanted other couples to be able to have better relationships than my parents had, which is kind of why I went into this line of work. That, and it's what I know."
Sango was silent for a few moments. She had no idea he'd actually had such a selfless reason for becoming a sex therapist.
Finally able to speak, she responded, "I think it's wonderful that you want to help people."
He smiled. "Thank you, Sango."
Realizing she was still covering his hand with her own, she pulled away, embarrassed. "Excuse me...I uh..."
"Don't worry about it. I rather liked it." His smile was not lecherous but sincere, and Sango blushed.
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"Inuyasha, why are you here! I've told you time and again not to bother me at work!"
"Dammit, Kagome! You're supposed to be off work, and ya took so long that I came to get you!"
Kagome gave a frustrated groan. "My shift just ended 15 minutes ago!"
"It only takes you 10 minutes to drive over to my place from here!"
"Well, I didn't get the chance to leave yet! I can't always just pick up and leave when my shift ends...sometimes I have to finish things up before I go!"
"What did you have to finish up? Staying late to help Koga out!" he spat the words bitterly.
"Koga isn't even working today!"
"Ohh, bet you miss him, huh?"
"Inuyasha, you're exhausting... Why do you always try to pick a fight! You're the one who brought up Koga in the first place! I didn't say a word about him!"
Inuyasha hmphed
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Miroku couldn't help but stare at the two's antics.
Sango, on the other hand, was used to this sort of thing. She had been in the coffee house enough to get her fill of Kagome/Inuyasha fights, and this was certainly not odd behavior.
"This happens a lot." she commented when she noticed Miroku staring.
"Really? Wow..."
"I told you, didn't I? Think you can do something for them, Doc?"
"Perhaps...but is that Inuyasha going to bite my head off if I attempt it?"
Sango laughed. "Maybe!"
Several moments later, Inuyasha had stormed out, and Kagome had went back into the kitchen then returned in her street clothes.
She glanced around, embarrassed. There had only been a few customers aside from Miroku and Sango, but she still felt bad for making a scene with him again.
She sadly approached Sango and Miroku's table. "I'm...sorry about that."
"Oh Kagome, it's all right. I just feel badly for you."
"I'll be ok. He just gets possessive...and jealous. I suppose I should be thankful that he cares so much. He does care, and he loves me...he just has his own way of showing it."
"Kagome, if I may, I would like to help with your situation...I am a therapist, and I do couples therapy. Perhaps it would help you two if you came and talked with me..." he said, handing her a business card.
"You're a therapist, huh?" Can I really trust this guy who asked me to bear his child...
Sango intervened, much to Miroku's surprise...and delight. "Kagome, I just met Miroku, as well, and he is a bit unorthodox, but he truly seems to be a good guy and know what he's talking about. Maybe you two should give him a try..."
"Well, I would be up for giving it a shot, but I don't think I could drag Inuyasha along..." she remarked, sadly.
"Well, if the two of you can work it out, I would be willing to give you the first session free. Give me a call at that number if you are able to convince your boyfriend to try it, and we can set up an appointment. I assure you that I will do all in my power to help your relationship."
"Thank you." Kagome smiled.
"Take care." he said.
Kagome thanked him again and bid them a good evening, then left.
I sure hope things will improve between Kagome and Inuyasha. I wonder if she will be able to convince him to go to therapy, and I wonder if Miroku will be able to help them if she does...
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"Well, as much as I hate to say this, I must be going, Sango."
"Oh, ok."
"But it was certainly a pleasure meeting you and getting to know you better. I know I will thoroughly enjoy working with you."
"Uh, thank you." Not knowing what to say, she stammered, "I hope we'll have a productive experience..." Stupid! Who the heck talks like that?
"I'm sure we will." He grinned. "And keep that pretty chin up. You'll get through to your students sooner or later. I have faith in you."
She blushed. "Thank you."
They picked up their belongings to leave. Miroku found the door first and proceeded to pull it open and usher Sango through. His hand found her back, as he escorted her through the door, and she shivered slightly, despite not feeling the need to be led through the door.
But then, the hand went lower...lower...
And...
"PERVERT!"
End of Chapter
A/N: Thank you for reading, and I hope it was enjoyable! Now, please review... I do so love them! If anyone has any suggestions for improvements or things they would like to see in the story, I am open to them and would appreciate it. And are there any ideas about fun activities for Miroku and Sango's class or couple therapy activities for Inuyasha and Kagome, if Kagome can drag him there...:)