Beautiful Soul
By: SlayerSango23
Disclaimer: I own none of the Inuyasha characters, nothing... Sadness.
A/N: Forgive me for taking so long to update. Also, please forgive the lack of creativity on my part in naming our waiter.
Chapter Five: Our First Date: Part I
(Friday 5:00 PM)
"Kohaku, I ordered some pizza for you." Sango called into his room.
"Thanks!"
She relaxed into the couch, satisfied that her non-date related affairs were in order. She crossed her arms and leaned back against the couch cushions, shutting her eyes.
But after a few moments of fidgeting she decided to go ahead and get ready.
It'll give me something to do anyway... But first...
She picked up the cordless phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kagome."
"Sango, hey, what's up? Ready for the big date!"
That didn't take long...but I can' say I'm surprised.
"Um, no not exactly. I'm not sure what to wear to that restaurant... It would just be kind of embarrassing to be underdressed. And you know I hardly ever go out..."
"Well, a friend of mine has been there, Eri, and from what she tells me, you would be safe to wear either a dress, skirt, or nice dress slacks and a nice shirt."
Sango searched through her closet, while juggling the phone.
She found a near knee-length black skirt that she'd worn several times for special occasions. She checked the size. Size 4. That should fit.
She held the phone between her chin and shoulder as she slipped off her khakis and slipped into the skirt. She made her way over to the full-length mirror in her room, which was consequently used more for martial arts purposes than checking to see how she looked. She observed her figure in the glass.
Hm, it's not really tight, but...kinda form-fitting... She scowled slightly. I might be just asking for trouble from that lech...
Sango thumbed through her closet again. No...
No way...
"Hey, Kagome?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind coming over?"
"Not at all, Sango."
"Then you could tell me if what I pick out looks alright."
"No problem! What are friends for! And I'll bring some stuff of mine, too, just in case you like any of it and would want to borrow it."
"Ok, thanks."
"Be right over!" Kagome chimed.
By the time Kagome made it over, Sango had been in and out of the shower and was sporting a t-shirt and sweats.
"Hey Kagome, come on in."
"Hey, Sango. I brought some things for you to take a look at."
"Ok, but I think I found something to wear. Tell me what you think."
Kagome followed Sango into the bedroom.
She'd ironed the skirt and a white collared dress shirt and laid it out on the bed.
"Oh, I like it! Let's see it on!"
Sango sighed and grabbed the outfit along with a pair of pantyhose and a white tank top to wear underneath, not wanting to give the lecher any fuel for the fire.
She came out a few minutes later.
"Very nice, Sango!"
"You don't think it looks too tight, do you?"
"Does it feel tight?"
"No, it just looks it."
"I think you look amazing in it! I wish I had your figure."
"Oh please, Kagome. You have a very nice figure."
"Not as nice as yours."
Sango shook her head.
"But really, Sango. You look great in it. It's meant to show off the figure, but I think it's tasteful."
"Hm. What did you bring?"
Kagome pulled out a few outfits from her bag. She'd brought along several skirts and dresses, along with a few shirts.
Sango tried on some of them, but she ultimately decided that she and Kagome had a very different sense of style and went with her original choice.
"Hey, Sango. Can I do your hair and makeup?"
"What for, Kagome?"
"Well, I just like to do it. I thought I could curl your hair a bit, for starters."
Sango pouted some but agreed.
Kagome was busy curling Sango's hair in the bathroom when Kohaku emerged from his bedroom. He knocked on the door, which was slightly ajar.
"Ane-ue, the pizza guy's here."
"Oh ok, grab some money out of my purse on my bed to pay him." she called out.
After he'd paid the delivery man he knocked once more.
"Kohaku, you can come in."
"Ane-ue, when will you be home?" he asked, sounding a little protective.
"Um, I'm not sure. I guess whenever dinner is over, probably around 9 or 9:30."
"That's kinda early to end a date, Sango." Kagome gave her two cents.
"Well, I did only agree to dinner."
"Well, you might have a good time and want to stay out later."
Kohaku frowned.
Sango looked to Kagome, then to Kohaku. She felt like she was being torn in two different directions.
She sighed. "Well, I suppose it's possible...but not likely. And in that unlikely event, I would give you call to let you know, ok Kohaku?
This eased him somewhat. "Alright."
"Hey Kohaku, maybe Kagome will stay and keep you company."
Kagome looked to Kohaku and nodded.
Kohaku seemed amused. Ane-ue thinks I still need a babysitter.
"I'll be fine on my own, but she can if she wants to, I guess."
"We could watch some movies, Kohaku!"
She's gonna have me watching sappy romance movies, I just know it...
He sighed, then faked a smile.
"Ok, sounds fun, Kagome." was his polite response.
"I ordered plenty of pizza, so you could invite Inuyasha over, too. I'm sure Kohaku won't mind having the two of you over for awhile, will you Kohaku?"
"No, I don't mind." Maybe Inuyasha will save me from Kagome asking me if I have a girlfriend yet or if I've seen any cute girls in school...
"That's nice of you, Sango, but I don't know if you'll have plenty of pizza for Inuyasha! The guy eats like a horse! He would never stay so thin if he weren't as active as he is."
Sango laughed. "Well, just make sure you and Kohaku get some before he digs in."
Kagome giggled. "Will do."
Sango finished preparing for the date, or rather allowing Kagome to prepare her and was ready to leave. It was 6:30.
"Have a good time, Sango-chan! You look beautiful! He won't be able to resist you!"
I did a good job! Kagome admired her handiwork proudly.
Sango gave a nervous laugh. "Uh...thanks, Kagome." I never wanted to be irresistible... And he'll be able to resist, I'm sure... He better resist...
Sango wondered how her so-called best friend could so easily push her off on a random lecherous stranger. But thoughts of her traitorous best friend were interrupted by Kohaku.
"You look beautiful, Ane-ue. I hope you have fun."
He was doing his best to smile, but she could tell he wasn't too pleased that she was going out with a guy.
She went to him and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Thank you, Kohaku."
He seemed a little embarrassed at first, but then he hugged her back. "If this guy really is a creep, I know you'll give him what he deserves...that's why I'm not too worried about it. But if he does happen to be a nice guy and you like him, I hope that you give him a chance. Don't let me or anything else hold you back. You deserve to be happy again."
Sango was taken aback. She broke their hug but still held his shoulders, and she looked into his eyes lovingly.
A silent understanding seemed to pass between them. Kohaku...thank you.
But she quickly renounced control to the tough girl in her. "Oh Kohaku, you're very funny. This is really no big deal at all. But I appreciate the sentiment." She winked at him, then headed for the door.
Kohaku called after her once more.
"But seriously, if he tries anything, don't hesitate to kick him in the balls...I mean, genitalia!"
Sango smirked and gave a quick wave before shutting the door behind her.
When she had gone, Kagome turned to Kohaku, "You know she won't. I think it's him we should be more concerned about."
Kohaku nodded in agreement.
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Sango managed to find a parking spot and made her way to the entrance of Luciano's. She almost felt like she was headed for the firing squad.
I wonder if he's here yet... Maybe he won't show, and then I'll be able to go home... I won't have to deal with any of the awkwardness of first dates... I won't have to deal with his lecherousness, won't have to sit there helplessly while those blue eyes penetrate through me and he grins at me with that annoyingly...perfect...mouth...
She heaved a sigh.
No! I refuse to let his good looks or his charm or his flattery get to me... It may work with other girls, but I will NOT be won over so easily...
Ok, I just have to get through dinner. I already agreed to this, so it would be wrong of me to back-out now. I'm no quitter! I can do this.
And with renewed determination she took a deep breath and went inside.
But as she approached the host, a thought struck her.
Wait, I don't even know his last name! And he probably made the reservations under his last name...
It wasn't an issue, though. Miroku, having seen her enter, had come to meet her.
His hair was pulled back into the typical short ponytail, and he wore a dark blue jacket and pants, with a belt, which caused the pants to hug his waist lightly... The jacket...he'd left it open and wore a white collared shirt underneath, tucked in, with a few buttons undone. It was enough to allow any onlooker to glimpse a bit of what appeared to be a well-muscled chest, but still left something to the imagination.
Damn him! Sango mentally cursed him for looking so good, but she cursed herself even more so for having such thoughts.
"Hi." Sango said shyly.
"Hi there." His smile grew wide. "You look wonderful."
He glanced her up and down, but in a tasteful way.
Sango was prepared to gouge out his eyes if they lingered anywhere inappropriate. She was sure she could find a pointy object of some sort in her purse... If not, there was always the option of using her fingers...
"So do you." She muttered, not quite realizing it had come out till it was too late.
If possible, his smile seemed to grow.
"I'm flattered that you think so, Sango."
He then beckoned that she join him and led her toward their table. Tempted hands managed to behave as he did so. He even found himself hesitating before touching her...
It could have been fear, fear that she would permanently disable him in some way this time...
Or perhaps it was awe...that she had actually agreed to join him and more amazing still, that she'd actually shown up.
She allowed him to touch her, for the touch was only slight. His fingertips ever so subtly made contact with her back, and he led her gently, showing no inclination toward being domineering.
As they walked together, Sango remained wary of those hands, which she'd quickly come to realize were notoriously wandering, but she became distracted by the way his touch was sending small shivers up and down her spine. She desperately wished she could control her physiological reactions.
"Here we are. Is this table satisfactory, Sango?" he asked, pulling out a chair for her.
"Yes. It's fine, thank you." She accepted, despite feeling slightly awkward about being treated with the delicacy one uses to handle the good china. Is this whole chivalrous thing just a ploy...?
After she was seated, he took his seat across from her and was silent for a moment, perhaps taking it all in.
She met his gaze, wishing she knew what he was thinking and still not quite understanding why she'd agreed to have dinner with a man she had only just met days before.
Miroku momentarily took his eyes from her to focus upon taking a drink of the water on the table.
"I hope you had no trouble finding the place." he remarked casually.
"Uh, no. I am familiar with this area."
He nodded. "That's good. I'm glad you were able to join me."
She hinted at a smile. "Well, thank you for the invitation."
He seemed pleased to hear her say this.
"It was my pleasure, Sango." As he absentmindedly tugged at his earlobe, which housed two golden hoop earrings. Apparently a habit...
Those earrings...she had noticed them before but hadn't given them much thought. He had two in the left ear and one in the right... Hm, generally I don't like them on men, but they seem to suit him...
Miroku had no idea that Sango was in fact studying his every move. She was a cautious and alert woman. Be it due to nature, training, circumstances, or some combination, that was the way she was.
Not to mention, she didn't exactly trust men easily...
"Good evening, and how are we tonight?" a waiter with a slight Italian accent asked.
Miroku smiled at the man. "Wonderful, and yourself Antonio?"
"So glad to hear, Miroku-sama! I have been just fine. Would you and the lady like to start out with some wine?"
Miroku looked to Sango. "I don't drink." she said, matter-of-factly.
Miroku nodded. "No wine, thank you."
"I'll just have water." Sango said.
"That sounds good to me, too."
"Very good. Would you like a moment to look over the menu?"
"Yes, thank you." Miroku said.
Sango began scanning over the menu, gaping at the excruciating prices. Miroku looked it over much more casually, occasionally glancing over the menu at Sango. She seemed to be studying it intently, or perhaps she was avoiding him.
He smiled. "Having difficulty deciding?"
"Huh? Oh, well it's just that everything is so pricey here."
"No need for you to worry about cost. I'm taking care of everything. You're free to order whatever you'd like."
"Oh, well that's very kind of you, but..."
"I can see you're a very considerate person, Sango, but I assure you, I have no problem buying dinner for you. I am just pleased that you are joining me tonight."
Their eyes met.
And the look he gave her seemed so sincere.
"I know that you don't know me well and are not quite sure what to make of me, but I hope that you will learn to trust me. I would genuinely like to get to know you, Sango."
It actually settled her somewhat.
"We'll see." Sango said, with a playful smile.
"That's good enough for me."
"The waiters have been so attentive, haven't they?" Sango remarked after they'd placed their order.
Miroku stroked his chin. "You know, now that you mention it, they have treated us quite well. Perhaps it is your beauty that is drawing them in."
"I hardly think that is the case. I think you must be one of their best customers... You come here often, don't you? After all, you referred to several of the employees by name."
"Well, I have been here a few times before, but I wouldn't say often. I'm simply the type of person to learn people's names and then refer to them by those."
"I see." I wonder how many women he has brought here...
"Oh, and apparently I'm a good tipper..." Miroku absentmindedly added.
"So it would seem!" I learned that firsthand...
"I have never given anyone as much as I offered you, though."
"How generous. Trying to buy me off?"
"Absolutely not! I just...uh, um–"
"I was only joking."
"Yes, of course." He gave a nervous laugh, then decided to change the subject. "So, Sango, will you tell me a little about yourself?"
"Um, ok. What would you like to know?"
"Well, I suppose we can start with the basics then work up to the more in-depth stuff." He smiled.
"Hm, basics...well, I'm 19, soon to be 20 in November..."
"Hence the no alcohol policy."
"Yes, that and I didn't like the stuff when I tasted it at a wedding before." She wrinkled her nose at the memory, and Miroku thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.
"Ah, I see." Miroku gave her his full attention. He rested his cheek in his palm, smiling at her, genuinely interested in what she had to say. At the same time, though, she didn't need to say anything at all. He couldn't stop staring at her. He couldn't get over how incredible she looked, and he found her every gesture adorable.
"Uh, I work at Higurashi's, as you know. My best friend Kagome's grandfather and mother own the restaurant. I also teach aerobics and martial arts."
"Quite impressive. You know, I could tell that you were athletic the first day I met you, when I saw you running into work."
Sango gave a slight laugh. "Oh yeah, I was running late that day because my car broke down."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I take it you got it fixed?"
"Yeah, all is fine, for now... It breaks down a lot, though. I am kinda getting used to it."
"You need a new one." Miroku stated.
"Well, yeah! That would be nice, but we can't always have everything we want."
He frowned. "Well, if you have problems with it again, please don't hesitate to call me."
"Are you the handy type or something?" Sango smirked.
He grinned at her.
"Well, I know a thing or two about vehicles, but I was actually referring to my mechanic. I know an excellent mechanic. He's much better than me." He brushed a few stray pieces of hair away from his eyes.
"Oh, well thank you. I'll...consider that."
"So anyway, we got a little off track. Please continue."
"You certainly crave information, don't you?" she teased, and Miroku chuckled.
"Well, not always, but you're an interesting subject."
What is so interesting about me...?
"Um, I live with my little brother, Kohaku. He's a freshman in high school."
"It's just you and him then?"
"Yes..." Sango hesitated, saddened. "Our parents died a little over a year ago."
Miroku flinched. "Sango, I'm so sorry."
"Thank you. It's alright, though... I still miss them very much, but I have made my peace with it. Kohaku seems to be ok, too, but it's hard to tell what is going on inside of him sometimes."
"He doesn't open up to you?"
"Well, he will if I ask, but he doesn't offer much. We are close, but we used to be a lot closer..."
"Well, you have to remember that he is in high school now. He's growing up, and kids tend to get a little distant from family at that age."
"Hm, I guess you're right..." Still, Kohaku is my whole world...
Miroku smiled at her, in hopes of reassurance.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Me?"
"Do you have family around here?"
"I lost my parents, too. That is one thing I regret we have in common, Sango." He still tried to smile, but his eyes gave him away.
Sango looked at him, her chocolate eyes full of sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry. How old were you?"
"My mother died in childbirth, and my father died when I was 21, about two years ago."
Sango nodded. I know your pain all too well...
"But I have made my peace with it, as well." Miroku chimed in, attempting to be as cheerful as he could for Sango's sake. "And I feel that I am honoring his memory by carrying on the business that he worked so hard to build. It wasn't what I'd planned to do, but he wanted it to thrive and left it to me, his only child, so I felt as though I had no choice."
"I understand. That is very good of you." She hesitated, but her curiosity got the better of her.
"Um, what is it that you do for a living?" She wondered what business he might be in that allowed him to throw cash about so easily.
Just then, Miroku's cell phone rang from somewhere under the table. He frowned and fumbled for it in his pocket.
"Forgive me, Sango. Please hold that thought." He seemed embarrassed and stepped away from the table, mumbling, "I knew I should have turned the damn thing off..."
Sango's eyes followed him briefly, then she began to occupy herself by gazing around the room and wondering what Miroku might do for a living.
Hmm, what sort of business could he be in...?
Maybe he's a writer, for the Chicago Tribune perhaps... He seems intelligent enough, and well-spoken. Or, maybe he works in clothing. He's such a nice dresser, so he might work for a clothing store.
She blushed, thinking of how amazing he made that suit look. She shook her head.
Get a grip, Sango! It doesn't look THAT good on him...
But she sighed in defeat. Yeah, it does...
Sango's imagination began to wander once more, as she watched him lean against a wall in the back corner with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. His eyes would occasionally wander in her direction, and she would quickly avert hers.
"More water, Miss?" She hadn't even noticed the waiter approach.
"Oh, yes thank you."
"Dinner will be out momentarily. Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"No, that's fine. Thank you."
Miroku returned to the table and took his seat. "I am so sorry, Sango. That was very rude of me. There will be no more interruptions, though." he firmly stated, turning the phone off.
"Oh, no it wasn't a problem."
Speaking of my work, that was what the call was about.
"Oh."
"That's right, you wanted to know what I do for a living..."
Sango took a sip of her water. "Yes, I was sort of curious."
"Computers."
"Oh, computers. Do you repair them or sell them, or...?"
"Uh, this and that..."
Why does it seem like he's avoiding talking about it?
"I uh, mostly oversee the work of others..."
She nodded. Is he embarrassed by that?
"So, you're in management. I think that's great."
He smiled. "Well, it's not too bad but not what I wanted to do..."
"What did you want to do?"
"Well, I always kind of wanted to be a monk..."
"A monk! You're kidding me!" Sango almost shouted.
"No, I'm entirely serious." Miroku said, straight-faced.
Sango couldn't help but giggle.
"What is it?"
"You do know that they have to be celibate, right?"
"Of course. Oh, but not all monks..."
"Oh. Well, don't you think it might be kind of difficult being a monk?"
"Well, sure, but I've always had great admiration for religious leaders. I was always especially amazed at the strength of mind of the Buddhist monks. I visited a temple once, and it just felt like something I could so easily devote myself to."
She smiled. "I understand. So, do you regret that you weren't able to become a monk?"
He thought for a moment, then flashed her a smile. "No, not really. I feel like I am doing something worthwhile carrying on my father's...legacy. Not to mention, if I'd become a monk, I wouldn't be sitting down to dinner with such a beautiful young woman."
Sango rolled her eyes. Him, a monk? Yeah, right! Now I've heard everything!
"So, do you have regrets about what you're doing, Sango?"
Caught slightly off-guard, she was silent for a moment before answering.
"It's what I have to do...that's all there is to it. Being able to provide for and do things for Kohaku is what I truly want. If I am able to do that on a regular basis, and if he is able to go to college, then I will have no regrets."
She is truly an amazing woman... I've never met a woman so genuinely loving and selfless.
"I really admire that, Sango. That's a lot on your shoulders, though." I feel like I want to make her life easier...
"It's not that bad. I enjoy working at Higurashi's with Kagome and Grandpa...I call Kagome's grandpa 'Grandpa,' by the way." She laughed. "And I really love teaching martial arts. And it gives me a chance to keep in shape, as well."
"Yes, you're pulling that off marvelously." Despite the serious course the conversation had taken, he couldn't resist.
He's such a flirt! Still, I can't deny that it's flattering...
Sango rolled her eyes, but a smile surfaced nonetheless.
"Flattery will get you nowhere..." she stated with steely resolve.
"Oh, don't be so certain, dear Sango. You may just be underestimating my powers..."
"Powers? You're so full of it... The only powers you have are powers of lechery." She gave a good-natured laugh, despite her words.
"You know, Sango, it's truly amazing how you remain utterly charming even when you're insulting me."
Sango wasn't sure if she'd hurt his feelings or not. She looked away. "Oh, uh I didn't mean that the way it came out."
He held up a hand. "Oh no, it wasn't sarcasm, Sango. No harm done."
He took a drink, then as an afterthought, "Although, that was rather cold, so you might have to make it up to me later..."
Sango didn't quite like the insinuation. "Excuse me!"
He simply winked at her and raised his glass to his lips.
Sango became well aware of the rising heat in her cheeks. He thoroughly enjoys tormenting me, doesn't he!
After their food was served, the two ate and chatted casually. Miroku, having decided to go easy on his lovely dinner companion, had hence kept the flirting and teasing to a minimal, and they were getting to know each other like civilized people.
Sango actually thought the night had gone by relatively quickly, which she was beginning to regret. Though she was not ready to admit it to herself, much less anyone else, she was beginning to grow comfortable around him and perhaps even...like him?
They left the restaurant, and Miroku once more played the role of the gentlemanly date, holding the door for her.
As they stood outside in the chilled night air, they made eye-contact, both seemingly searching for what to say or do next...
Miroku felt somewhat uneasy, not certain whether Sango had actually been enjoying herself or whether she'd merely been humoring him. He recalled their deal, and his stomach sank slightly.
Would this be the last time he'd see her?
Damn, no woman has ever made me feel so insecure! I don't remember feeling this way even when I was young and inexperienced...
"...I hope you had a good time." he finally said.
"Oh, I did. Thank you for dinner." she reassured, her shyness revealing itself once more.
They continued to stand there, just outside the restaurant doors, neither one seeming quite ready to bring the night to an end.
He casually inched his way a bit closer to her, encroaching upon her 'intimate distance zone' somewhat.
She felt the urge to escape, yet another urge was tugging at her...the urge to move closer.
Rather than obeying either command, though, she simply froze in place.
Miroku, in the meantime, was struggling with the notion of kissing her. He had no problem whatsoeverwith kissing a woman on the first date, yet he feared that the action might cause this particular girl to do something he'd regret...
And far worse than not kissing her would be her refusing to see him again, so he could bide his time.
Still, she looked so beautiful standing there...
There was a slight breeze, which was gently blowing her hair, almost charcoal-colored, with subtle hints of natural brown. It looked so incredibly soft, and he imagined the pleasant sensation of running his fingers slowly through it, for hours upon end, as she laid her head against him.
And the desire to feel his lips upon hers was becoming quite overwhelming.
He mentally cursed the power of temptation and his particular weakness to temptation of this sort.
This is ridiculous! Why am I nervous? I'm not a teenage boy out with a girl for the first time!
Is this going to be it? It's still so early... Isn't he going to ask me to do something else? She recalled what Kagome had said. I guess she was right. I did have a good time...
"Miroku?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to see a movie?" she asked, her typical 'take-charge' attitude surfacing.
No sense in beating around the bush...
He was a bit surprised, but very pleasantly. Maybe I'm doing better than I thought...
Hm, alone in a darkened room with a beautiful woman... I'm game!
But deciding to filter his thoughts a bit before putting them into words... "I'd love to, Sango."
"Alright, I'll drive. Shall we get going then?" she called over her shoulder, already heading toward her car.
Miroku couldn't help but stop a moment and admire her as she walked away.
She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a suspicious look, but her expression quickly softened. He almost looks innocent with that dumbfounded expression on his face.
She found it to be rather cute, actually.
She turned around to face him. "Are you going to stand there and stare all night?" and she placed her hands upon her hips in mock irritation.
"Huh? Oh, absolutely not!" He proceeded to follow her.
Sango turned away once more, and she had to stifle a giggle.
To Be Continued...
A/N:
Finally, it's done! Oh wow, that took awhile... I had high hopes for this chapter, so I hope that it meets your approval. I know it was really long, so kudos to those of you who went the distance! Now, please go that extra mile and review! You can do it! Thanx a bunch!
-sama tagged onto a name is a respectful term. When the waiter spoke to him this way, I meant to convey that he held him in high regard. I used Japanese to honor the tradition of Inuyasha originating in Japan.
And now...
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