Author: monkeymiko
Title: Honey Bee
Pairing: Miroku/Sango
Summary: Miroku and Sango work at an icecream shop. A drabble collection of their adventures.
Rating: K+
Theme: Friendship
"Number 152!" An eager Miroku called out to the bustling crowd that stood opposite side of the counter he was behind. He held a well made triple-scoop strawberry cone in the air. A young girl no older than seven or so came up to claim it. Miroku smiled sweetly at the girl who reached her short little arms up to grab the treat he had made for her. "What's your name, cutey?" He asked as politely as he could.
"Rin." she answered shyley, and placed her arms at her side.
"Well, Rin" he began digging into the strawberry ice cream, "a girl as adorable as you deserves a free scoop." he then piled up another sweet and cold scoop on top of the already tall tower of ice cream. He handed her the treat along with a small plastic bowl and spoon. he knew how messy kids could be. The little girl went from shy to ecstatic at this, and thanked him kindly before running off.
"What was that?" A somewhat disturbed Sango called as she trudged up behind him, arms crossed tightly against her chest. "You can't just give free ice cream away, newbie."
Miroku was unfazed by her comment and simply smiled like he usually did. "Just trying to make some friends, Sango."
"You're not here to make friends, kid." She growled, though it was obvious that he was at least three years older than she was. "You're here to get the job done, and not get fired by the boss for fooling around."
"I'm not fooling around." He assured. He then turned to the customer in front of him who ordered the same thing as Rin, only with rainbow sprinkles covering it, and a vanilla scoop on top. "I am being a good vendor." He grabbed a rather large waffle cone and put the first strawberry scoop on it.
"How is making 'friends' being a good vendor? You just hold up the line." She argued.
"It's all in the same, my dear." It was his turn to throw comments around. "There are many layers to a human relationship." He took a rather large handful of requested sprinkles and covered the pink dairy treat as much as he could. "For example;" he began, "This cone is the foundation to this ice cream, much like friendship is the foundation to any successful human relationship." he stated matter-of-factly.
"Uh-huh..." Sango groaned, completely unamused.
"Then, the two scoops are what give it flavor. They are like the two people involved in the relationship. They are completely different flavors, but when put together, they work in perfect harmony, and taste delicious."
Sango's arms loosened and fell to her hips. "Go on." She encouraged.
"Then," he began in a low chuckle, "the many different colors of the sprinkles are symbolic to emotions. Blue is the sadness, Green is the euphoria, Purple is the tenderness..."
"What about red?" Sango asked, wondering how he was going to finish this one.
With a charming smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he looked up at Sango and in the most serious tone he could muster, he answered, "Well, love of course." With that, he handed the cone to the patiently waiting customer before him. "By making an attempt to have afriendly relationship with my customers, they will want to come back for more. I understand all these layers, which is also why my ice cream creations taste better than anyone elses here." He tried not to sound cocky, but he just couldn't help himself.
Sango watched almost in awe as he was just one-upped by the new guy. However, she completely understood what he was saying. With a deep sigh, she then realized that she was going to have quite a time with this new employee.