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Chapter Two: I've got a lovely bunch of pervert boys!
Miroku whistled as he walked down the hall to his favorite class.
Home Economics!
It was close enough to his locker that he could stop and chat with friends on the way or stop to get a drink, but far enough to keep him in a speedy pace. If the drink didn't come soon enough, he would be late. He walked in right at the bell in any case. But the greatest thing about Home Eco was the fact all of his friends were in the same class. Each and every one was going to suffer the same torture he would. The thought had Miroku chuckling. Inuyasha really hated this class. Making clothes, stuffed animals and pillows didn't really make for a tough guy.
And a tough guy Inuyasha was. He was head of the basket ball team because of the fact he could jump higher than the tallest on the team, which was his own brother, Sesshoumaru. Though his brother made more free throw shots, Inuyasha was a star at school.
As for Kouga, he was the more popular where ladies were concerned. He had a current girlfriend, but they fought so much their 'relationship' would be broken, again, by the end of the week.
And then there was Houjo. Houjo wasn't what you would call 'smart'. His grades were great, sure, but his common sense was terrible. It had taken him a month to realize Kagome and Inuyasha were dating. Poor baka.
Miroku, of course, was head of no club. He liked being unique, and belonging to a club or sport stole that. Well, that and the fact he had too many talents to be able to choose. Mostly, he just hung around everyone else and watched their game or competition. He liked watching the girls, though. Lots. Sango and Kagome and Kikyo running around in those little outfits was fun. Every boy thought that way, though, so he wasn't to be blamed. Boys would be boys! And he was diffidently a boy.
At the thought, Miroku turned to see if Sango had left her locker yet. That was the great thing about being on a regular time schedule, you knew when people were where. Sango should be closing her locker right about . . .
SLAM! Ah, yes, how she slammed that locker into his face. How like her. Metal on face. So painful. Ah, but it was worth the pain!
Sango looked down at him. He looked up at her. After a few moments, she began to laugh. "Um, Miroku, can I ask why you like getting hit be my locker? This is the third time." She held her ribs as the laugh intensified when she saw the red mark on one side of his face. Reaching out, Sango offered her hand to him. When he took it, she felt a rush. Her blood seemed to steam, her heart seemed to skip a beat. It surprised her, but she recovered quickly.
Miroku also noticed a difference and cleared his throat when he realized that his hand had somehow ended up on her butt. Her eyebrows twitched repeatedly and he quickly took said hand away. "Sorry."
Sango sighed and shook her head. "You are still the same, Miro." She said, closing her locker. It hadn't accrued to her until the last moment that Miroku timed their schedules, and she usually opened her locker at 12:46. Today she had been running late and had arrived at her locker at 12:49, the time she normally closed it.
Miroku picked up the books he had dropped and shrugged. "Sorry, again. I really didn't know . . ."
She silenced him by saying, "It's all right." He looked at her with those violet eyes that made her thoughts drift off topic. "I figure its payback for hitting you in the first place."
From behind them, Inuyasha chuckled. "Women. No sense of . . ."
"I swear, if you say it, I'll kill you." Kagome yelled, hitting him on the head with her books.
"Owowowow!" He yelled at her, they argued, Sango and Miroku watched.
Yep, a normal day.
"Anyway," Kagome said, swinging her hair back out of her face. "Sango, are you going tomorrow?"
The girl looked at her with a confused look. "Going where?"
All three people fell. Kagome jumped up. "To the dance, baka!"
"Oh," Sango looked around. "Well, I don't know, I'll be followed or something. Ten guys have asked me out. Two were real freaks. They asked of they could smell my hair."
Inuyasha, who had a lock of his girlfriend's hair wrapped around his finger and currently sniffing it, straitened. "What's so wrong with that?"
Kagome smacked Inuyasha and freed her hair from his sticky fingers. "Bad boy!"
Miroku sighed when the tardy bell rang. "Damn, my month record ruined."
"Don't even try to blame it on me, perv."
"He did it again, didn't he?" Kagome asked. At Sango's nodded, Miroku was hit with a book.
"Wait!" Kouga yelled, jumping up. "I have to cook?"
Mrs. Kaede stood at the front of the room, shorter than every student, large glasses glaring so that no one could see her eyes. She crossed her arms, standing defiantly against the boy before her. "Kouga, you are assigned to make a pot of ramen." She said, shaking her head. "You do know how easy ramen is to make, don't you?"
Kouga swung his fists, putting emphasis to his next phrase. "Boys don't cook!"
"Ramen!" The yell came from the boy in the doorway, his face covered by a smile. "Ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen, ramen!" Kagome hid her face as her boyfriend pounced the bowls of ramen on random desks.
"Sit down, Inuyasha!" Kagome yelled. The boy tripped at that same time and fell to the floor. "Stay!"
"He really is clumsy, isn't he?" Miroku whispered to Sango, unknowingly leaning down so that his lips breezed over her ear. She shivered, making Miroku notice that fact. They jumped away from each other but someone in the room yelled out.
"Look, second sexiest boy and second sexiest girl are dating!"
All eyes, including Mrs. Keade's, went to the couple. Miroku laughed. "Of course we are. Why wouldn't we be?" He hugged her to him and smiled for the crowd. "Just play along." He whispered, continuing to smile.
She did and suddenly was in her sit, but with Miroku beside her instead of Houjo, as he usually sat there. But he gladly gave his sit to the 'boyfriend' of Sango.
Someone whistled behind her, several girls complained that Molten Miroku was taken, and a few guys cried that 'their' Sexy Sango was taken, as well. Sango sighed as she sat back, grabbed a cooking pot and readied herself for a long day.
The day had indeed been a long one, but Sango had put up with it. But finally being home was nice. It was quiet, though. Not like it had been two months ago, but still kind of nice.
The T.V. was on, but the sound on too low to tell, the stove still held the pots and pans from last weeks dinner, which she and Kohaku had been eating leftovers of, yet to be cleaned.
Her brother sat in their father's chair, holding a little piece of paper in one hand and a piece of gum in the other. "Kohaku, I swear, if you put that on Kirara, I'll kill you dead, understand."
He spun around, looking confused before smiling and running to give her a hug. "Hi." He said, dropping the objects on a tray. "I was just doing a project. I wanted to see if I could throw a paper ball into the trash with accuracy with and without different things wrapped in it."
She looked at him with that 'Yeah, sure, and Kirara is an evil demon' look. He looked away. "Okay, so I was going to throw it at my teacher . . .Big diff."
Sango laughed and ruffled his hair. "Well, don't. I'm already behind on those papers they made me sign when you dumped two gallons of water on the swings in zero degree weather." She took off her jacket, set her purse down and prepared for work. "I can't have you running around getting in trouble just because you are bored. Remember, I'm . . ."
". . .not old enough to take care of me. I know." He sat on the arm of the chair and shrugged. "It's just not fair, you know."
"Yes, Kohaku, I know." In one pocket, Sango found the invitation from her locker and the necklace that had come with it. "Say, Kohaku?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?"
"No. Souta and Rin bailed on me for some party thing." He tossed he paper in the trash, chewing the gum. "Why?"
She thought it over and moment but smiled. "Do you want to be my escort?"
One more day, he thought, smiling at the picture he had of her from childhood. She hadn't changed much. The only real difference was the fact that she looked tired all the time. Sad every day. Her parents were lost, and she worked everyday after school, even Sundays, sometimes.
Sango needed someone to hold her. Someone to care for her.
Someone to love her.
Kinda creepy at the end there. Hee hee, I like this chapter title.
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