Meanwhile, in another part of the school, a young, rather handsome-looking man entered a classroom. He wore a dark suit, boldly accented with a purple tie. He also wore a mall earring in his left ear.
"No way can that be the teacher! He's so young!", said one girl in a hushed voice.
"He's hot," squealed another, just a bit too loudly. A mischievous smile appeared on the man's face and he gave a quick, discreet wink at the girl. Sango, another girl n the classroom, noticed and rolled her eyes. 'Great,' she thought. 'It's the first day of school and my teacher is already being a perv.
"Good morning class! My name is Miroku. I will be your English Literature teacher this year. This is my very first time teaching, so please be gentle. That especially goes for you ladies in the corner," he said grinning at a small group of whispering girls, who in turn giggled with delight. 'This is going to be quite a year,' Miroku thought to himself. Needless to say, the male members of the class were less than pleased with this new guy. Miroku sensed this and decided it was time to begin his first lesson. He pulled out a folded poster, and with the aid of a few magnets, he had successfully fastened to the front board...a nude centerfold girl! The students' eyes bugged out of their heads and the boys whistled and shouted. Sango could not believe she was actually witnessing this. What kind of teacher was this guy?
"Can anyone tell me what this is," Miroku asked, never losing his compusre.
"My fantasy"
"Perverted," spoke up one girl. The other females shouted in agreement.
"That is what I call a woman"
"Yes, true, true. You're all right," Miroku continued, pacing back and forth. "But for many of the greatest writers of the world, it is called 'divine inspiration'. For there is nothing to motivate a man quite like the sight of a beautiful naked woman. Some would woman was put here on earth to inspire and please man, so that he may create. So without women, where would man be?" The girls in the class drank up every word. Every girl, that is, except Sango. The normally quiet girl raised her hand, trying to restrain control, despite the red, angry face. Miroku called on her. "Do you have a comment, Miss...what is your name"
"Sasaki. Sasaki Sango, she stammered.
"Ahh, Sango, he said,walking toward her, taking a moment to look her up and down. "The lovely Miss Sango. What do you have on your mind? Please, tell me"
"Sensei," she began sternly. "I do not feel this is appropriate. First, showing us a naked picture from a men's magazine is bad enough. But to say that the only purpose of women is to serve a man's needs is appalling and offensive." The teacher clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
"Please, try to understand. I do not wish to offend anyone. I only want to show my deep appreciation for what women can do. Now, open your books to page 25." Sango Miroku tried to make eye contact with the still-angry girl, but she refused to look in his direction. 'Quite a firecracker, that girl. Now, she will be a challenge...' Miroku thought, glancing at the girl. At the end of the class, Miroku pulled Sango aside. "Sango, may I talk to you for a moment?" She nodded her head reluctantly. "I know we may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but I truly want this to be a good experience." He took her hands into his own. "For the both of us." Sango blushed and pulled her hands away, not quite sure how to react.
"I really have to go now," she said curtly and hurried out of the room, giving Miroku just enough time to catch a glimpse of her butt. 'The perfect end to a perfect morning,' he thought. 'Sango. I will win you over one day, I will,' Miroku smiled to himself.
Next Chapter: Tohru tries to befriend Inuyasha...who knows where it could lead?