THE LOVE DOCTOR
Sango is the new producer of the 'Heart-to-Heart' radio program. The host, Dr. Miroku Takekoshi, is a handsome flirt. She found herself reluctantly falling for him, and tries to keep their relationship strictly professional. But Dr. Miroku wants something else; will she be able to control her feelings?

By: Kristin-a-dette

Disclaimer: InuYasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi's great imagination. I'm just a lowly fan who likes to indulge in it once in a while… :)

A/N: Yay! Chapter 2! And eight reviews! That's more than what I expected from an Inuyasha fic, considering there are alot of stories here and I didn't think anyone could've read my story. Anyways, IF there are any mistakes about the daily functions of a radio show, my apologies. Please kindly correct me, thank you!

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CHAPTER 2

Sango gingerly held the cup of coffee with one hand, and the folder with the other. She paused in front of the door of the control room, and frowned. How in the world am I going to open the door?

She was already late as it is. Not good. Nope, not good at all. She was supposed to meet her boss five minutes ago. How was she going to accomplish this problem?

Voices drifted to her ears from the other side of the door and she paused, listening in. She leaned closer as she heard someone say her name.

"Hachi, you idiot. What am I supposed to do with Sango?" A baritone and masculine voice demanded in exasperation.

Hachi's familiar voice replied, "Don't worry, Miroku. I met her this morning. She's good and a quick learner."

"Well, I certainly hope she is. Given that she got the job from the first place because of Mushin, who apparently knew her since she was a child. Such connections aren't always that successful, you know."

Sango stiffened. The doctor just voiced one of her deepest fears about her new job. Yes, it wasn't fair that she got it because she knew Uncle Mushin, but she didn't say yes to him at first! He was an old business associate of her father's, and from her father's stories about her, Uncle Mushin found out she was fresh out from journalism school and internship. He approached her two weeks ago, telling her about the new job opening in his radio station, and he practically courted her for it.

Yes, she didn't get her job the normal way through resumes and interviews, but she knew that she wasn't an idiot. She'll show that Dr. Miroku. What an egotistical jerk!

She heard Hachi laughed uncomfortably. "Miroku, she's a woman."

"Yes— and your point being?"

"Well, I thought since she's a woman you'd be gentler on her."

She couldn't see Miroku's expression, but his laugh said it all. "That doesn't mean that I'm gonna go easy on her, Hachi. Yes, I'm glad that she's a woman; you know how much I love them, but it's still Heart-to-Heart's show on the line. Not to mention my career. I just can't treat this like it's no big deal."

Sango's heart sank. Well, she never did thought that he was going to give her an easy time. However, she raised her chin. I'll show him just how good I am.

Now back to her problem. The cup of coffee was getting uncomfortably warm in her hands. How is she going to enter the room? She struggled with the option to bang her head on the door. She was tired from today, and after hearing Dr. Miroku talked about how he expected her to be incompetent, she wasn't entirely happy. She couldn't see any solution to her predicament, and she began to tilt her head back.

She shut her eyes tight, to avoid seeing the door meeting with her forehead, and banged her head. Hard.

"OW!" She screamed in agony, and dropped the items in her hands. She clutched her forehead, moaning, and suddenly felt terrible heat scalding her feet.

She cursed in every swear words she knew since she was a child. She just dropped her fresh, hot coffee on her brand-new, white, Marc Jacobs shoes!

She was such an idiot! Why couldn't she just yell out to them to open the door like any other normal human being?

The door opened, revealing the men inside the room. Hachi leaned down and peered at her worriedly. "Sango! Are you OK? What the hell happened?"

She groaned with pain, and whispered, "I— I banged my head on the door."

"And how did you do that?" he demanded.

Great, no matter what she says she'll sound like an idiot. One point for Dr. Miroku, who already thought she was one even before meeting her. Speaking of the great doctor himself, she couldn't see him, but she was sure he was thinking exactly that. "I couldn't get my hands free so I—" She tried to keep it inaudible, but they heard her anyways.

They began to laugh. Hachi's laugh was drowned out by Miroku's deeper one, and she looked up, glaring at them. Standing beside Hachi was a taller and younger man. He had on a violet dress shirt that emphasized his wide berth of shoulders, with a navy striped tie. The image of nice, clean-cut doctor came to mind, however, the image was ruined when she spotted earrings decorating his ears, and slightly long hair pulled back in a tiny ponytail. He looked— almost roguish-looking. Sango recognized him. It was Dr. Miroku.

"It's not funny." She sneered at them. She saw Miroku wiping his eyes, and when he opened them, she saw that they were a deep amethyst. Very nice eyes, she thought. However, those eyes were now laughing at her.

He sobered up as he saw her glaring at him, and thinned his mouth into a line. "I apologize. I shouldn't have laughed. I'm sorry. Let me take a look at your forehead." He walked closer, and she backed away, still giving him death stares. "Come on. I won't bite." He chuckled as he leaned his head closer to hers, their noses just barely grazing one another's.

Sango held her breath, as she just realized he was even more attractive in person and up-close. She peered at him, suspicious, but his face was neutral. His voice was impassive as he turned towards Hachi and ordered, "Hachi, get some ice pack and a wet towel. Hurry." The older man nodded and walked away, still laughing.

The old jerk. Sango fumed with anger.

Why did she bang the door! Why? WHY! This was one of her most stupid moments in her life. Nice way to impress the boss! Who, not to mention, was currently looking at her with a worried gaze.

He hissed softly as he inspected her forehead. He took her hand and led her inside the control room, towards a chair. She limped to it, and sat down with a groan. Her head was throbbing with pain, and her feet were aching as well. She hoped that the coffee didn't burn them. She glanced down at her shoes, and they were now caked with brown stains. She groaned even louder.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. She chastised herself. She looked up and jumped, startled.

Miroku was staring at her, his handsome face frowning at her forehead. Sango felt her face flaming with embarrassment, and ducked her head down.

"Hold still, Sango. You've got a nasty bump. Let's make sure you won't get a concussion." Miroku's deep voice rumbled throughout the room, and she blushed even more.

"I-I'm fine." She stammered out. Great, she sounded like an idiot. She gasped as she felt his warm fingers touched her head, gently massaging it. She cringed as he reached the sore part. Her forehead felt warm, if that was even possible. She wasn't sure if it was due to the pain or the fingers still massaging the area.

She saw him frowning. He looked down at her feet, and whistled. "You're not having a good day, are you?"

Her face bright red with mortification, she replied curtly, "No. No, I'm not." She was irritated. Very irritated at herself and at him. She still didn't forgot that he was laughing at her just two minutes ago.

Hachi arrived, holding an ice pack and a towel. He smiled at Sango, and said, "Are you OK?"

She glared at him and sputtered out, "I'm fine."

He just grinned, and handed Miroku the items. The doctor took them and gently placed the ice pack on her forehead. "Well, I don't think you'll have a concussion, but you'll probably have that bruise for quite a while. Hold this icepack to your head. It will bring the swelling down." Sango took the pack and he released his hand. He crouched down and started taking off her shoes.

She looked down, shocked and pulled away. "What are you doing?" she demanded.

"Don't move, Sango. Don't take that ice pack away from your forehead." He reached for her feet.

"I want to know what you're doing!"

"I'm taking your shoes off. They're wet and dirty. And I also need to see if you burn your feet or not." Miroku replied with a grim voice. "Do you have any extra shoes?"

She nodded, relieved to know he wasn't going to do anything funny, but also embarrassed for thinking he would actually do something. He's just trying to help me. "In my office." She replied. Her very small office, she thought grimly.

Miroku turned back towards Hachi, and told him to get her shoes. Hachi walked off, grumbling with something like retirement and how everyone was starting to treat him like a slave.

Sango watched Miroku grinned, masculine dimples showing on his broad cheeks, and thought how incredibly cute he was. Then she flushed and berated herself. She was acting like a schoolgirl! Granted, the doctor was ridiculously gorgeous, but he must think she was a complete fool by now. Heck, she felt like one already.

Miroku turned back to her feet, and gently took off her shoes. Sango tried not to cry out in the tender pain, and she watched him take the wet towel and dabbed her feet. She stared, mesmerized at the sight of his large hands holding her feet, which looked small and delicate at the moment.

Strange, she frowned. They had never looked like that before. They were always too large in her opinion; but in his hands they almost looked— feminine.

What the?

She stiffened at the thought. Since when did she start thinking stuff like that?

She suddenly felt his hands gently probing her feet, and she looked down. He was massaging them in circles. Sango felt a sudden bolt of awareness, and her face reddened. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm massaging your feet." He replied, not looking at her.

"I could see that. But why?" She tried not to giggle. She was a little ticklish, but his hands were so soothing. To her surprise, the pain in her feet was disappearing.

He looked up, his beautiful, violet eyes connecting with her hazel ones. They stared at each other for a second, and then Sango looked away, uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events.

"Feeling better?" he asked softly. She nodded, not knowing what to say.

Miroku looked ruefully at her ruined shoes. "I don't suppose you could wear them now."

"No, I supposed not." Sango whispered softly.

He turned back to her, his hands still on her feet. "You have nice feet."

She flushed. She pulled her feet away. Instantly, the warmth left her feet and she felt disappointed. Disappointed at what? She didn't dare answer.

"Thank you, Dr. Takekoshi." She smiled hesitantly at him.

He grinned back. "Do me a favour, girl, and just call me Miroku. We'll be working with each other now, so I don't want any formalities between us."

"OK, Dr. Miroku." Her face was set deadpanned.

He chuckled. "I could see that you're going to be difficult." Sango gave a small laugh. "Well," he drawled on. "How are you now? Feeling alright? How's your forehead?"

"It's OK now. Thank you." She smiled gratefully. Even though he had laughed at her, he actually made her pain go away. For that she was grateful. Her smile diminished however, at the next question he asked.

"You do this everyday? Knocking doors with your forehead?" He grinned at her.

She didn't appreciate the joke. "Very funny. For your information, I was just tired and wasn't thinking properly."

He nodded. "Happens to the best of us. I'm just glad you didn't seriously hurt your pretty face."

She blushed. Pretty? What was this guy on? Drugs? "Thank you, I guess." She suddenly looked down and cleared her throat. "But is it possible to take your hands off my legs, Dr. Miroku?"

Miroku smiled sheepishly and released his hands from her thighs, which he was just gently massaging. "I'm sorry. I just thought I should take out some tension from your legs."

She raised a brow. "That's OK. There's none."

So he was the touchy-feely type, huh? Too bad she won't go for it. Such a waste though, she sighed mentally. With a face like his, he could get any girl he wants.

There was a knock on the door, and they turned around. Hachi arrived with a pair of her running shoes, and she sighed once more.

That is not going to look good with my business suit.

Miroku turned back to her and winked. Standing up, he held a hand. "Best to get it over with. We have a show in ten minutes."

Sango gulped. Her second one for the day. She was monitoring Inuyasha and Kouga's show an hour ago, when she realized that the two were bickering at each other like little children. She still had a headache from their never-ending banter.

"Gas prices are important to take note of, Kouga!"

"They always change everyday, so it's old news, Inuyasha! Stop worrying too much!"

"Why you—! I'll show you worry!"

And with that, Sango watched in horrid fascination as Inuyasha raised a fist towards Kouga and bonked him in the head. And Kouga bonked back, while starting another round of commercial.

If anyone had asked her, she would've said they weren't fit to be hosts together. But as she detailed the amount of happy listeners calling in (with Hachi's help, of course), she suddenly realized that people actually like this bizarre entertainment.

To each their own, she guessed. But now it was the big man's turn. The big man who just witnessed her making a complete fool of herself. He was now asking her if she was feeling better to stand.

The big man who was going to judge her every performance.

She gulped once more.

In just less than a day, she had a Mt. Everest growing on her forehead, running shoes with stockings, and a mortifying first impression.

Not bad on the first day of work, Sango Taijiya.

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Sango raised a finger to her forehead, and poked at the slightly purple bump. She grimaced at the pain, and then leaned down to wash her face. The day was over, and she was free to go home. Surprisingly, Miroku's show went smoothly. Hachi showed her how to handle the amount of calls coming in. He was right. There were almost fifty callers in every thirty minutes, most of them consisted of women. Luckily, Hachi was there with her, despite his constant joking attempt on reliving her forehead incident, but all in all, it wasn't that bad. She actually had fun.

Too bad Miroku kept winking at her and giving her suggestive smiles from the studio room. How he found the time to do that and flirt with the women on the phones, she would never know.

But she was exhausted, and ready to go home.

She fished her keys out from her purse and walked towards the radio station's parking lot. She clicked the keychain and her silver Toyota chirped. She opened the door and went in. As she started the engine, someone tapped on her window and she turned.

It was Dr. Miroku, grinning at her.

Pasting a tired smile on her face, she lowered her car window. "Yes, Dr. Miroku?"

"Are you sure you can drive? How about your feet?"

She nodded. "I'm fine." What is he getting at?

"Well—" He trailed. "The boys and I are planning to hang out tonight. The boys, meaning Inuyasha, Kouga and for the last time, Hachi. Do you want to come with us? We could celebrate your first day."

Sango paused for a while. Then she said, "And go through the torture I know that I'm going to get from them later?" She shook her head. "I don't think so. So is it OK if I take a rain check on that, Dr. Miroku? I'm so sorry, but I'm really tired. I just want to go home and rest."

Miroku grinned. "That's what I told the guys. They wouldn't listen. I guess they just wanted to see that bump." He sighed. "Well, that's OK, I want you to rest. First days are always such a drag. I don't want you looking like the world's coming to an end tomorrow, anyways. Go home." He reached and patted her head, like she was a little child.

She frowned. "Um, Dr. Miroku—"

"Yes?"

"How was I today, besides you know, the door thing?" She avoided looking at his eyes.

"Hmm— that's a good question. How were you today? You were absolutely wonderful." He winked at her, leaning down on her window. Sango felt herself blushing.

"But I still have a long way to go, huh?" she said, remembering that she had panicked when the onslaught of callers had came in.

"Well— it was only your first day, so yeah. But it's OK, tomorrow will be even better." He replied, giving her a wolfish grin.

"But I thought you don't like me."

"Pardon me? Why do you think that?"

"Because I knew Uncle Mushin from before, and I'm just a newbie." She still wasn't looking at him.

"So I guessed you heard that part of the conversation, huh?" Miroku grimaced. "Well, to be honest, I have doubts, and I still do, but that doesn't mean I don't like you. I just want you to prove yourself to me."

Sango turned back to him and smiled big. "Oh, don't you worry about that, doctor. I'm full of surprises."

Laughing, Miroku shook his head. "I don't doubt that at all."

She smiled. "Friends?" She held up a hand. Miroku took it and shook. "Friends." He agreed.

Sango pulled her hand away, but he held on. "Dr. Miroku?" she asked, puzzled.

"I didn't have the chance to do this earlier, so I'll do it now." Miroku smiled at her, and slowly raised her hand towards his lips. He kissed her hand gently, sending shivers down her arm. "It was an honor to meet you, Miss Sango."

Sango's whole body turned red at the sweet gesture. "Um— er, yeah, same to you." She cursed inwardly. She'd just turned into a bumbling teenager.

The man was a big flirt. Very dangerous. Oh so very dangerous. Charming, handsome, and successful. A combination that you always want from a man, but can also bring you down to Heartbreakville, population: you. Sango had been there before. She wasn't going to do it again.

"Well, I'm off." She finally said and rolled up her window. She backed away from the parking space and with a last wave to Miroku, rode out from the lot. Miroku was left standing there, still smiling.

Be careful, Sango. She warned herself. Just stay friends.

To be continued…

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A/N: Dum-dum-dum! So do you like the chapter? I'm sorry if it was too boring, or less exciting than you originally hoped for. Was it kind of fast-paced though? I hope not. Were they too OOC? To be honest, I'm not planning for Miroku to do a lot of sexual advances on Sango. Because he could really get arrested, and I don't think anyone wants Miroku arrested now, do they? But I'm going to keep him doing what he does best, because after all, he IS our dear Miroku. And what Sango did… hehe… I guess I'm just too evil, huh? But banging on the door with your head is really not good, so please don't try it at home, people. If you do, please don't carry any hot beverages in your hands. I will not be held responsible for any injuries cause due to to this fic. Hehe...

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