Ok, I'm still blocked on my other story, but this one is flowing again . . .sort of . . .Anywho . . . No, I have no idea what Miroku would be like drunk. Maybe more of a perv than in the series by far!
Disclaimer: If I could say I owned Inuyasha, none of you would believe me, so, no, I own nothing . . .Damn!
Enjoy!
Chapter 8: Dance in the Snow part 1
His heart almost burst as Miroku stared up at the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Everything seemed to stop as the light hit just at that moment, the world becoming brighter, his mind fogging, his mouth becoming a dry pit. Why hadn't he done this before? It was so exciting just watching this miracle! And it was all because he asked one simple question . . .
"Dad, can I put up the lights this year?"
Why he had never thought of working in the freezing weather before, but now he realized it was more fun, and challenging, than he had ever thought! Putting up thousands of lights, in the dark, in the snow, in shorts and a T-shirt . . .Okay, so said shorts were covered with sweats and the T-shirt covered a hoodie, coat and another coat? It was still fun!
Shippo had come out an hour ago, threw snowballs at his brother for a while, then helped a bit. The two laughed at themselves when they had put a star on the wrong side of the house. From the street, it was a line. You'd have to be coming toward the house, on the side, and about forty feet tall to see it.
Now, the two looked up at a winter wonderland, floating above their house like a city. Miroku called his father and mother out and the family looked up at their wonderful snow and light covered roof. Shippo smiled and hugged Miroku.
"Guess this is a bad time to tell you the ball starts in an hour, right?" Shippo said, hoping to everything Miroku wouldn't kill him.
He was only half saved. Miroku hit him. "Fuck!"
A snowball hit his head as he ran inside. "Watch your mouth, boy!" his father yelled, his mother shaking her head.
"Yes'sir!" he called over his shoulder, jumping into the house at full speed.
"Wonder where he gets that mouth?" Miroku's mother whispered, hitting her husband over the head with her fist. Shippo followed her inside, leaving his father to twitch in pain in the snow.
Miroku made record time. Just as Inuyasha and Kagome drove up in the limo Inuyasha had called for, he was tightening his tie, picking up the gift he planned to give to Sango, and was out the door.
Inuyasha was frowning at his girlfriend when Miroku jumped in. "How could you do that, Kagome?" he yelled, swinging his fists in a way that no matter where you were in the car, you were going to get hit. "I don't want to be the Hottest Boy in school! And you know too many people!"
"What's going on?" Miroku asked, sitting on the free seat where he and Sango were going to be.
Inuyasha looked over, his voice and blood raised in anger. "Kagome sighed us up for Hottest Couple. And so did half of the Football team and Cheerleaders!" (A/N I don't remember if I said . . .I think I put Inuyasha on the Football team. If not he is . . .Kagome isn't a cheerleader, though. She's a Volleyball player! If I have the wrong sports, tell me, I'll change it!)
Miroku chuckled. "Yeah, so did the baseball team." (A/N I think I got that right . . .)
"Kuso!"
They arrived at Sango's a moment later, and Miroku stepped out of the limo. Only to have all his thoughts lost. The lights, the humor of Inuyasha as Hottest Boy, they were all erased when Sango stepped of her porch. Miroku swore in his head. That green and pink dress. Why? Why that dress?
That was the same dress she had been wear when Miroku had realized he'd wanted to be hers. The night they'd been voted Second Hottest . . . Damn it!
But when she smiled, he forgave her. She was too perfect sometimes. A girl that had more troubles than anyone should, a girl that had too many hours to work than time had for her. Sango was his for one night, and he didn't plan to ruin it.
Sango stopped in front of him and the smile widened. After a moment, she stood on her tipy toes and kissed his cheek. Miroku snapped out of his thoughts and offered his arm.
She blushed, taking both and walked with him to the limo. Before they stepped in, Miroku whispered in her ear. "Inuyasha and Kagome were nominated."
"Oh, shit!" she looked at the limo then back at him. "Should we walk?"
"Nah, he's better now."
They opened the door . . . "Damn it, I'm not going to go up there! No!"
It was going to be a long night. But, Miroku thought, at least I'll be able to spend it with her.
Everything was beautiful and white at the ball. Banners and ribbons, fake snowflakes, fake candy canes the size of a small horse, gingerbread houses and a fat, jolly old man blushing and holding a bag of goodies. Sango giggled when two boys in their class appeared beside the Santa and started putting random, strange objects on him. There was a garland, a stuffed reindeer and a dog . . .biting poor Santa's leg. Miroku laughed when the principal showed up and dragged to two away. Sango smiled as they walked on into the ballroom of the hotel.
This was wonderful, Sango thought, holding onto Miroku's arm. At last, I get to go to a school event with him as a date. Officially. At football games, or dances or anything the school held, they'd always be together, but as friends. They'd share a drink, dance, talking and laugh like lunatics . . .but now they were, for lack of a better word, a 'couple'.
How long had he been holding back asking her out? Years? Months? Days? It didn't really matter, as long as they got to dance together. For real this time. As she looked on, Sango realized she wouldn't want this night to end any time soon.
As if he could read her mind, Miroku offered a hand and bowed. "Would you care to dance?"
Sango blushed, smiled and took the hand. "As long as it's with you."
Miroku smiled as well and one strong arm came around her. He held her close as the music played softly in the background. Everything paused as they moved across the dance floor. Inuyasha and Kagome were already a dance ahead, and it looked like the fight had blown over. Inuyasha nuzzled Kagome's neck as they swung around. Both couples didn't mind the fact the rest of the school was watching every step they made.
And neither couple noticed the girl watching in the shadows, plotting.
Koharu frowned as Miroku laughed with Sango at some stupid joke he had made. Whatever it was, she would have laughed, too. So why get that imposter? She was willing to do whatever Miroku wanted.Was Sango that willing? Humph. Doubtful. What a two-faced bitch, Koharu thought, hissing in anger. I'll show her, and him. I'm perfect for Miroku! She's nothing!
Though our two favorite couples don't take notice as Koharu looks on with more malice than should come from a teenagers, Sesshoumaru and Kikyo see it all too clearly.
Kikyo's brow twitched up as Koharu glared death glares at her friends. "Does she seem a little pissed to you?" she asked, cocking her head in curiosity. Sesshoumaru nodded slowly, then looked back at Sango and Miroku.
"They must be having fun." he said. Kikyo nodded and took his arm.
"Let go see just how your girlfriend feels about Miroku." At that, Sesshoumaru blushed deeply. "What? Was I wrong, Hottest Male?"
With that bunch of guilt on his mind, it was hard to concentrate when he was trying to 'comfort' his real girlfriend. "I didn't want to be nominated! They dragged me out of the showers just to tell me during practice!"
Kikyo smiled. "Damn, you were hot. Nothing but a towel . . .Hair all wet . . .along with everything else." Her laughter rang loud and clear when his face was as red as a tomato. "Didn't bother to hide it, did you?"
She trailed off when she tapped on Koharu's shoulder. The girl yelled and whipped around. "Oh, Kik. Long time no see." She glanced at the silver haired brother of Miroku's best friend. Damn, was he hot, or what? Wait . . .hot . . .silver hair. Crap, this guy was her equal! Damn. "Sesshoumaru?" That was his name . . .right? "Haven't seen you in a while, either."
"A full year." Thankfully, Sesshoumaru and Kikyo thought as one. Lord knew what she would have done to get him if she had seen him. "May I ask what you're doing behind a bush?"
Koharu blushed with a very guilty look on her face. "I . . .I um . . .I was looking . . .to see if it was real!" Oh, what lies! The couple thought again. You could tell from two miles away. There was dust covering every inch of it. Breath on it and you'll cover the world in a thin layer of it.
"Riiiiiight," they said, rolling their eyes and moved away. Miroku could deal with this freak on his own. "Kikyo, I believe you owe me a dance or two."
They laughed when Koharu was still behind the tree ten minutes later.
Shorter, weirder and crapper than I'm used to, but like I said, I'm going to rewrite the last two chapters. They seriously piss me off! Review, please! Love you all!
