The Dating Game
Chapter 9
by. Brown Eyed Bakas
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Yet.
Yeah – No. I felt like writing, so here I am. SilverWolf-Ryuki, people, Dark Lavender's burdened, as usual. You know, I'd be shocked when the day comes that Dark Lavender will voluntarily write a chapter for this stupidly interesting project that has no visible end. Call it the vanishing point, if you will, which did capture my interest towards Calculus… but I lost it after taking Algebra, because my teacher is just so stupid. And I doubt my ramblings make sense… So I'll just shut up nicely. )
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Somewhere along all of the turning, and the fireworks, and the flashy patterns on the Ferris wheel, it broke down, in an oh-so-cliché way that everybody loves.
A rustling of murmurs flowed through the crowd as they all gaped at the suddenly dead giant wheel in the middle of the festival, hoping that it wouldn't fall down and kill somebody brutally.
The people in the Ferris wheel, however, were less calm and preferred to suddenly shriek of surprise instead of calmly waiting for the obnoxious voice about to sprout from the speakers installed on the telephone polls.
"Uh, hem, testing? Te --"
A shrill feedback pierced whatever silence that was left, leaving everyone mildly deaf.
"OK. Hem… there has been a very minor technical difficulties, in which thepowerboxsupportingthefunctionoftheferriswheelbrokedown and… er, the replacement willnotbeeasilyaccessableduetothefactthatthecompanyisclosedatthishour. But we assure you, everything will be fine. Just stay calm, and… uh, to make it up, the cotton candy stand will be offering free cotton candy for the rest of the evening. Thank you!"
The guy's voice sounded awfully strained, but no one noticed that, for, as a result of the announcement, there was a huge cacophony of children dragging their freaked out parents to the cotton candy stand. There was an even louder cacophony, of when the independent cotton candy sellers were nearly molested and flattened by hundreds of greedy customers.
This leaves our lovely heroes stranded in the Ferris wheel, and no body really caring about what happens to them.
Of course, certain some of them were too busy trying to develop a plan to inch even closer to their female companions, while the others glued themselves to the display cases, looking to see whether suspicious activities were going on in the other little compartments. While the others (namely Sango and Sesshoumaru) were narrowing their eyes disapprovingly at two certain high-school students doing nothing but holding hands.
"God, I wish they'd stop!" Sango shook her fist at the plastic-glass panel. Her breath created puffs of moisture on the surface as she tried to inch closer, perhaps hoping to melt into the plastic-glass and somehow telling the two teens off.
"Sango, dear, you must be cold."
And before Sango can reply, "Come sit, you'll be warmer if you stop touching the glass."
"Miroku… it isn't winter. I'm sure there's no need for warming up." Sango snapped. "Stop being a lecherous bastard."
Miroku clasped his heart. "That pierced deep, Sango."
"Then maybe you'll take a break?" Sango replied, squinting. "They're just standing there! Goodness… what are they standing there for! They cannot fool me!"
"Sango, isn't it a tad suspicious that you're so close to the glass, and not to your fellow human beings?"
"Miroku, I'm not sure I would count you as a fellow human being."
Once again, an invisible needle stuck itself into Miroku's heart. Strike two, he told himself warily.
And it'll keep happening too. Miroku frowned. It was as if Sango was completely oblivious, that beneath his silly games…
He could just hear Sango's voice if he had told her. "You, Miroku, and the word deep do not go together. Hahaha…" or "Beneath your silly games is a bigger pervert – no thanks, I'll just look at the surface you." Or even, "Is this another one of your jokes? You know that I don't have any feelings for you, right?"
Is that all they see: the joker and nothing else?
"Miroku, what are you thinking about?" Sango said absentmindedly, a hint of small-talk in her voice as she continued to look out the plastic-glass panel.
"All the great mysteries of the universe," Miroku answered. A bit too dim for his usual style, but hopefully (or not) everyone will just overlook it.
"You know, Miroku," Sango turned away from the panel and faced him, a small concerned frown on her face. "It's not like you to be like this."
"And how would you know that?"
Sango smiled. "The Miroku I know prefers to be happier."
"How do you know that the Miroku you know is not the Miroku that Miroku knows?"
Sango sighed and sat herself down beside him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Just don't think too much about trivial things, ne? You know as well as me that even though the real Miroku's under there, everyone can still see him. He's not invisible."
Not another word was spoken.
He's not invisible.
I'm not invisible?
Lost in this new thought, Miroku smiled; a gentle smile of contentment.
And they stayed like that.
Yeah, I guess I did know that…
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A/N: Voila, a cheesy MirSan chapter that was totally short, pointless and blah. I could have elaborated more… I should have, but I was lazy. Plus, I'm hungry… xP (Although it doesn't justify for anything)
Oh, and I just found that the word for whispering/murmuring is Susurrus. Thank goodness for the word-of-the-day! (Which I never read on that day.) And it looks like I'm stuck writing a formage for either InuKag or SessKagura, or even Kouga Ayame… oh boy. I'm not gonna be writing for a while.