"Yeah, she told me herself! Sango's going out on a date!" Kera pranced around her dorm room like a dog just given caffeine. Needless the say, she was indeed excited, and for that one moment, her world was all sunshine and rainbows. Of course, for the half wolf demon, this was a surprise, for she was never quite that happy.
"I'm so glad to hear that." Her roommate replied from her side of the room.
"Mikomi-sama! Show some emotion!" Growling, the girl made her way over to the bed that her friend was sitting on. It appeared that she was hard at work, drawing something, at which her blue-green eyes never left the page.
Without patience, a clawed hand slammed down the cover on her sketchbook. "A little attention here, please?"
The hanyou stared at her coldly for a moment. She did not like to be interrupted when drawing. "You have my attention."
"Okay, so…I was thinking…" The oukami began.
"Hai?"
"Well, I was thinking we could, you know…" A half smile appeared on her face.
"What is it?" Mikomi asked innocently, now interested in what this person had to say.
Mumbling, Kera squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ano…I couldn't really-"
"Let's spy on them! Sango said they were going to the café, and besides, don't you want to see this guy?"
"Iiye! I will not resort so low as to spying!" She folded her arms and turned towards the wall.
Later, behind the café's garbage cans, Mikomi clutched her fists to her sides. "Damn you…"
"Heh, heh…"
Forever an Illusion
Chapter 7: Spying
Sango took a seat across from her partner. She studied him as he twirled the silver spoon around in his cup. She couldn't help but laugh at his shy, nervous self. "You seem a little…unsteady. Is everything all right?"
"Me? Oh…oh, I'm just fine!"
Again, she watched as Miroku fiddled around with the utensil. The woman was beginning to think this boy was more interested in things that were shiny, than her. He was still avoiding eye contact, and Sango began to get suspicious, for maybe her company was a little too nervous.
"So," she began, "any reason why you started late in the year?"
At this, Miroku looked up, and ignored the liquid which he had just spilt over his area of the table. "I…I just moved here. I was a bit surprised that the college accepted me so late in the school year, but I got in! Unfortunately, I didn't exactly have the chance to-" The beverage was dripping onto his lap. His skin became flushed as he glanced down, to see what it was.
"Mikomi-sama, go clean it up!" Kera whispered into a raven-black dog ear.
"Me? Why me? Isn't the whole point of spying not to be seen?" She argued back, but failed in winning. She got up, brushed herself off and walked over to the table, reluctantly. Kera however, remained obscured behind the garbage cans, snickering.
"Sir, would you like me to clean that up for you?" She smiled sweetly and turned to Sango, whose eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes, that would be lovely, miss." He smiled back as she went to discreetly steal a towel from over the counter. He couldn't have picked a messier drink to consume, could he?
"Miss, may I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
He bit his lip hard. "Will you…will you get me another drink, please?"
She blew some of the silver-white hair from her face and bent down to clean up the floor. "Sure."
"Mikomi, what are you-" Sango began.
"Mikomi? Oh, I thought you were someone else."
"I get that a lot." She laughed, dully. "Kikyo, right?"
"Well, yes."
"Please, I didn't mean to interrupt you two. Feel free to carry on as you were. I'll be right back with your dri-ink-" Her eyes widened as she went to bring herself back up from the floor. He did not just—did he?
"Mikomi-sama?"
"Your drink will be coming up. Nice to see you again, Sango." Mikomi walked over to the counter in a trance-like fashion. She told something to the employees and went back to the booth behind the garbage cans.
"What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost!" Kera asked curiously, scooting closer to her.
"I shall kill you later…"
"Nani?" Kera cried. "What for?"
"That man…"
"He seems good for her, I approve." Kera nodded, happily.
"Hentai." One word and Mikomi took on a rather grave face.
"Excuse me?"
"That man…is a pervert. I don't think he is suitable for Sango." She turned to stare at the couple sitting just ahead of them.
"I ask again, what happened?"
"He," she turned instantly red, "g-r-o-p-e-d me."
"Let's see, g-r—"
"Kera, you foolish girl, he groped me! I don't think Sango deserves such a filthy man!"
She was taken aback by this sudden snap of anger. "Come on, you said so yourself, not everyone's perfect. I mean, it's not like Sango's gonna die if she finds out, oh, I dunno- he's some romance writer or something." She began to play with the white cloth holding Mikomi's hair back.
"I suppose we should judge him on how well he loves her." The inu maiden sighed deeply.
"That's the spirit! Now get us some pocky, and let us watch!"
"Kera," Mikomi said softly, turning to her.
"Yeah?"
"I'm not really a waitress."
"I knew that!"
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"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Sango asked, glad that Miroku felt a little more comfortable around her. He was nice and she liked it.
"Oh, I really like all sorts of things…" Miroku coughed uneasily.
"Like what, Miroku?"
I like to touch things… "Uh, just spending time with the people I care about." He grinned, watching Sango flush.
"Yes, me too…"
TBC
Sorry, writer's block. Review, okay?