Suppageness doods,

This is my first Miroku/Sango story..EVER so, it may not be that good. Iono, this kind of just came to me while I was listening to the song Just The Girl by The Click Five and...it was intentionally supposed to be shorter than what it turned out to be. I guess I went alittle overboard with this. So just as a heads up...It may not be that good...I'm inexperienced with this pairing. And yeah...so...anywaysssss...

You may find the whole set up of this song-fic to be...odd. I'm sure it won't be that hard to follow though. These are kinda just like, cut scenes I made up, in bewteen the lyrics. It's not really like, a continuous thing and...-sigh- I'm sure you'll understand what I mean when you read it...if you actually decide to take some time and read it that is. Also, like all song-fics, I suggest you download the song and listen to it as you read this story...yet again, if you actually decide to read it. Although, you may have to play the song over and over again, because I made this wayyyyy too long.

So...here it is, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the series/manga known as Inuyasha (although I do own alot of Inuyasha merchandise), nor do I own the song Just The Girl by The Click Five.


Just The Girl
By:
Mr.CuriosityBunny

OoO

Miroku sighed, rubbing his sore red cheek from his sitting position in the small pond. He was oblivious to the pain radiating from his cheek, as well as the water soaking into his monk robes as his gaze continued to follow the woman he adored, even after she stomped out of his view.

He sighed yet again, rubbing his cheek in a more fondly manner, letting a dreamy smile spread across his lips.

She's cold and she cruel
But she knows what she's doin'
She pushed me in the pool
At our last school reunion


"What are your dreams?"

Miroku looked up from the pot of stew he was stirring in surprise.

"Eh?" The question had startled him from his reverie.

"You know…like, your ambitions…your dreams for life…" He watched as she ducked her head down rather adorably as she continued stumbling over her words.

He kept his gaze on her heart-shaped face, not noticing the pink tint that started to sweep over her high cheekbones before he dropped his gaze down onto his cursed hand. He clenched his hand shut, feeling the prayer beads press into his palm before letting it go limp.

"Well…there's still Naraku—"

"After we defeat him."

Miroku snapped his head up in surprise. He saw her eyes harden and couldn't help but chuckle. She had no doubts about defeating Naraku.

"I want to stay pure," he ignored her bewildered look and continued telling her of his dreams. "I want to stay pure until the woman I love accepts my affection and agrees to marry me. I want to have many children with her and live happily…ever after." He finished softly, gazing into her beautiful magenta eyes.

"Miroku…" his heart pounded in his chest as she leaned in closer towards him.

"…That was a good one."

Miroku blinked, watching as she doubled over in laughter.

"You almost had me there!" she patted his back, gasping every now and then. Miroku watched with a sad smile.

She didn't believe him.

She laughs at my dreams
But I dream about her laughter
Strange as it seems
She's the one I'm after


Miroku smiled, feeling her hand come in contact with his face for the tenth time that day. He rubbed his cheek affectionately.

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else


Miroku blinked, watching as the two females in front of him whispered to each other. She looked back at him and sighed.

She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming back for more
She's just the girl I'm looking for


Miroku walked at a leisure pace, watching his other two companions bicker ahead of him in amusement. He turned his amused eyes down to the slender woman next to him, her eyes boring into his own.

"You know," she smiled mischievously.

Miroku listened with curious ears as she leaned in conspicuously.

"Kagome-chan told me that she argues with Inuyasha on purpose. She said she loves seeing him get riled up; it makes him look 'cuter'." She whispered with a light chuckle.

"Is that so…" he trailed off. His eyes softened as he continued to stare down at her, even after her eyes left his.

She can't keep a secret For more than an hour


Miroku panted, leaning against his staff for support. He looked back at his fellow companions with tired eyes, noticing their fatigue as well. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into the eyes of the woman he loved. Dirt and grime stuck to her face, she was panting just as much as he was. Yet she continued to look ravishing.

But it was the determination in her eyes that captured him the most.

She wouldn't give up.

He looked towards the group of bear youkai in front of them and narrowed his eyes.

Than neither would he.

She runs on one hundred proof attitude power


"It's not what it looks like!" Miroku protested, leaving the group of village girls he was previously talking to.

"Save it Houshi!" she yelled, completely ignoring his, in her opinion,useless explanations.

Miroku sighed dejectedly. He was completely innocent! All he had been doing was asking a few of the village girls what kind of flowers would "woo" a girl more…

Honestly!

Miroku looked down at the assortment of lilacs in his hand with a frown. He stood there for a few minutes, pondering what he should do next. He finally decided, tucking the flowers into his robes carefully and running after her grinning.

He wasn't done yet.

And the more she ignores me
The more I adore her
What can I do
I'd do anything for her


Miroku twitched periodically, a huge lump on his head, and a huge smile on his face. So he may have to deal with a few bumps and bruises now and then. But at the price of seeing the love of his life half naked…it was well worth the pain.

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feat
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else

She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming back for more
She's just the girl I'm looking for


Miroku hid behind a nearby tree, watching her every move. He grinned wickedly when he heard her delighted gasp.

Yes, he was truly a genius.

He had set up a little game for her. He left little notes and clues hidden in places and then followed her around, enjoying it when she laughed in triumph, knowing she was getting closer. Kagome-sama had given him the idea, stating that she "couldn't watch him ruin a perfectly good relationship". While he thought it was harsh, she said it was the truth.

Miroku sweat dropped.

Women…

And angry growl brought his attention back to the woman of his affections and he gulped. He watched brokenly as she stomped on the flowers he had set on a boulder for her and sighed.

"Houshi-sama, if you think this makes up for all the times you groped me and ten thousand other women, you got another thing coming!" she yelled, stomping out of the small forest.

Miroku sighed again.He was so misunderstood.

The way she sees it me
On her caller I.D.
She won't pick up the phone
She'd rather be alone



"You should just give it up Miroku. You're never gonna get with her at this rate—ow!" Inuyasha rubbed his head, glaring at Kagome. "What was that for, wench!"

"That was for being such a jerk!" she yelled back.

"Since when did telling the truth make someone a jerk!" he growled in her face.

"Because—"

Miroku sighed. "I can't…you don't understand."

Inuyasha and Kagome stopped their argument, both looking back at him in confusion.

But I can't give up just yet
Cause every word she's ever said
Still ringing in my head…

'Hentai!' she slapped him hard on the cheek.

'Get your hands off me!' she growled in anger.

'Houshi-sama, watch out!' she yelled, running towards him.

'You better not peek at us…' she threatened menacingly.

'I thought you were supposed to be a man of the cloth' she snorted.

'…Miroku…' she blushed.

Still ringing in my head


Miroku winced when she directed her glare towards him. Maybe he had pushed her too far this time? He gulped.

She cold and she's cruel
But she knows what she's doin'

"Now, now Sango…" he laughed nervously.

"Miroku…" she glowered. He took a step back.

"I hope you die alone." She whispered, turning around and leaving him to stand in the clearing alone. His face dropped instantly.

Knows just what to say
So my whole day is ruined

Miroku sighed, his gaze longing, even after she left.

"Sango…"

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else

She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming back for more


"Why?"

Miroku looked up at the sound of the whispered question.

"Why what?"

Cause she's bittersweet
She knocks me off of my feet
And I can't help myself
I don't want anyone else

"Don't play games with me Miroku…"

"…Never…" he whispered.

She's a mystery
She's too much for me
But I keep coming back for more

"Why don't…you ever give up on me? There are so many other girls out there, who are much more prettier—"

"Never."

Oh, I keep coming back for more

"But…why?"

Miroku smiled.

She's just the girl I'm look for

Just the girl I'm looking for

"It doesn't make any sense to me." She frowned.

Miroku smirked. "It doesn't have to."

I'm looking for

"It does for me!" she pouted.

Miroku sighed. "Why must you question my intentions?"

I'm looking for

"Because most of the time they aren't pure."

Miroku grinned.

I'm looking for

"Just tell me why." She demanded softly.

Miroku blinked. "Why what?" he asked innocently.

She smiled. "Tell me why…you love me…the way you do…" she blushed.

Miroku smiled, his eyes softening. He wrapped his arms around her lovingly.

"Because, my dearest Sango," he whispered into her ear. "You're…

Just the girl I'm looking for


There you have it doods. My attempt at a Sango/Miroku fic.Was is good? Was it bad? Was it awful? Is it flame worthy?

If you must know, I'm a stickler for flames. But, if you are going to flame me, all I ask is that you don't simply flame and say 'this sux' or 'this was the worst Sango/Miroku story ever'. If you're going to flame me, then atleast put some passion into it. Explain to me in detail why you hated it, what was the worst part about it, and how I'm such a bad writer. Also, I ask that you make it as harsh as humanly possible.

If you're going to flame me, then I suggest you do it right.

Laterness doods
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