Miroku POV:
"Sango! Dearest!" It was before class, that in-between time where the warning bell has already rung, and those of us who are prepared hang around the class room and wait for the teacher. Unfortunately, Sango walked in on my asking Hinamori to bear my children… so I was now engaged in chasing the enraged woman around the room.
"Don't call me that, you filthy pervert!" She shrieked like an angry mountain lion. So beautiful… I pretended to be hurt by her comment.
"Oh, Sango, that's cruel! You know you're the only one for me!" I crooned, leaning closer to her as I backed her into a corner. The fire in her eyes was not to be quenched by my antics today, however.
"Yeah right." She bit out. I jerked back as if she had slapped me. "It's not just about today Miroku. It's all the fricken' time!"
"Tch, that's not true!" A girl walked by on her way out of the class room. I grabbed her hand as she passed. "Would you care to bear my child?" The girl giggled, and Sango gave a furious roar. Said girl gave her a fearful look and just about sprinted out the door. Oops. I was in for it now… as long as I was getting hit, may as well make it worth it!
I snuck my hand around and rubbed my hand along Sango's lovely curves… and just as sure as thunder follows lightning, her hand came down out of the cosmos and smote me across the face with pain like a fire. Owww…
"Stop touching me!" she roared. Unfortunately, the teacher walked in and heaved a sigh.
"Miroku, Sango, in the hall if you will…" Sango stalked out of the room while I slunk out meekly behind her. I heaved a sigh. This was going to suck.
Sango glared icily at me from her shaded corner of the hall. I gave her a weak smile, and she growled. How I love it when she's angry! She's like a vengeful goddess, a beautiful streak of lightning, a shimmering forest fire! Sure, people get killed by those things, but they're pretty while they last…
Sango POV:
"Just great Miroku! You got us kicked out of class before the bell even rang!" as if to accentuate my words, the bell rang at that moment. He leaned nonchalantly against the wall.
"Hey, no biggie. You know she's just gonna chew me out and ask if you want to report me to Kaede…" he smiled, "which I can only hope you won't." I opened my mouth to say something, but froze.
A large, night-blue tarantula was creeping down the wall, fangs dripping. If it continued on its current course, it would be in Miroku's shirt. I should admit that I have a strong dislike for spiders of all sizes. Not a phobia! Okay, maybe it is.
The arachnid placed one huge, hairy, leg on Miroku's collar. Almost without thinking, I tackled him to the floor. I was too late. The spider was already in his clothes. I straddled his chest and yanked on his collar.
"Take off your shirt!" I cried. Miroku spluttered incoherently. "Undress!" I shouted, beginning to panic as I thought of those venomous fangs piercing his side.
"Sango, I understand how you feel, but this isn't the time!" he cried, trying to loosen my grip on his polo as I attempted to tug it over his head.
Inuyasha POV:
"Undress!" Sango's voice came through the window. I looked out into the hall and saw the girl straddling Miroku on the floor and trying to take off his clothes. Apparently, everyone in the room looked over as well. Someone gave a low whistle, and a couple girls giggled. A few people got up to look out at the pair. One kid even cried, 'Look guys, free porn!' Our teacher, a flower demon by the name of Sebon Zakura, snarled and stormed over to the door, muttering about stupid kids who don't know when to stop.
"What the…hell?" I questioned out loud. Koga looked at me.
"Hate to say this, but I'm with you!" he cried, looking stricken. I shook my head and watched the scene unfold. This should be fun.
Sango POV:
The door slammed open, and an odd crunch was heard. I twisted to look at the door to see Mrs. Zakura staring down her nose at me. Her pale pink hair framed her delicate face as she shook her head. I suddenly became hyper-aware of the fact that I was straddling Miroku and clutching his shirt.
My eyes were suddenly drawn to the spider, still on the wall, crushed by the door. Damn. So it hadn't been in Miroku's shirt…
Mrs. Zakura pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger in an action of annoyance as she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
"Really, Sango, I would have expected better of you! As for you Miroku, I've had enough! Both of you go to Keade's office! Now!" A small kid, most likely a freshman, skidded to a stop in front of our teacher. He too turned his gaze to the twitching tarantula. He scraped it off the wall with utmost care.
"You…killed him!" he cried, turning his violet eyes on Mrs. Zakura before running down the hall sobbing into his hands. Alrighty then… Mirkou stood and stared after the boy.
"Awkward turtle…" he said to me in an undertone. Mrs. Zakura pointed down the hall.
"March, you two!" I stalked off with Miroku in my wake. After entering the office we were told to sit and wait until we could be seen, one at a time. Miroku lounged easily in his chair, as if this was nothing new. Which it probably wasn't.
"Miroku, this all your fault!" I cried after a brief silence.
"Hn" he grunted as he flipped through a magazine he had found in his chair.
"If you would stop womanizing all the time we wouldn't be in this mess!" Miroku looked up from his reading and raised his eyebrows at me.
"Could you be saying that because you're jealous for me, dearest?" He asked. I scrunched up my nose.
"No!" He sat up in his chair and leaned closer to me.
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"How can you be sure?" he queried. I grappled for an answer for a moment, and a triumphant smile lit up his face.
"B-because I don't like you!" It was a cruel thing to say really. I shouldn't have said it. But I did. His face fell and his storm-purple eyes clouded over with sadness.
"I-I see…" he murmured. "If that is really how you feel." The secretary poked her head around the office door.
"Miroku, Headmistress Keade will see you now." She trilled happily. Miroku rose to his feet and walked in without a word to me. No friendly jibes, no little quips, no funny sayings, nothing. I stared after his silent back in surprise. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his head down, and his feet dragging.
In short, he looked depressed.
Well crap! I thought. Did I really hurt him that much?
Miroku POV:
I slumped in my chair as Keade lectured me. Sango's words rang in my ears again, as if to emphasize my sorrow.
B-because I don't like you!
I had thought we had actually built up at least a friendship, but apparently not.
"I'm sick of seeing you in here Miroku!" the Headmistress cried.
"Yes ma'am." I responded meekly in muted tones. Keade looked at me in surprise.
"You're not usually this compliant Miroku!" she said cheerfully. I dragged myself out of the chair feeling lower than ever before.
"If I may go?" I asked quietly. She gave a brief nod.
"Tell Sango to come in, please." I slunk out of the room with my hands in my jean pockets. I looked at Sango and jerked my head toward the door without speaking. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but I walked away without giving her a chance to speak.
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Inuyasha POV:
The bell rang and I hurried off to my favorite class: lunch! I dug my ramen cup out of my pocket as I walked toward the cafeteria with all the other students. Upon entering, I sat at the usual table of my 'group', only to find Miroku sitting on the far right side, Sango on the far left, and Shippo smack dab in the middle. Kagome was helping her geometry teacher for extra credit, so I sat across from Sango.
"Hey Sango!" I cried in greeting.
"Shut up." She growled before returning her eyes to her food. With a shrug I slid along the bench until I was in front of Miroku.
"Hi buddy!" I called. Miroku pulled his head back farther under his hood and continued to pick at his food.
"Hn." I frowned and slid down the bench to Shippo.
"Well Shippo, looks like you're the only one left to talk to…" I said in annoyance. Shippo smiled up at me and I grimaced back. This should be fun… "Soooo…. Uhhh… got anything to… talk about?" I asked awkwardly. That was all it took to set Shippo off. In less than three seconds he was chattering rapidly about some shape-shifty-thingy he learned in class. Whoop-dee-freakin'-doo.
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Sango POV:
School ended and as usual I was standing next to the bus stop, waiting for the obvious: the bus. I folded my arms in an attempt to keep warm as a sharp breeze tore through my thin sweater. And lo and behold it began to rain.
"Stupid Karma…" I growled. My phone began to ring and I answered only to get an earful of static. I walked a few feet away from the stop in order to hear clearly.
"Sango?" It was Kagome.
"Oh, hi Kagome." I called over the rain.
"Hey. Do you know what homework to do for physics?" she asked timidly. I sighed.
"Yeah. Read through pages 114 to 120 and then answer the questions on page 121, kay?" I heard the scribbling of a pen and paper.
"Thanks buddy! Tata!" She cried and hung up. I put away my phone and heard a screech behind me. Turning rapidly I saw the bus pull away from the curb, and I chased it in vain.
"DAMMIT!" I howled as rain coursed down the back of my neck. I sat on the curb. My house was close enough to walk to, but in this rain… a car pulled up next to me and the door was flung open in front of me.
"Get in." commanded a male voice. Thinking that it was possibly Kohaku, or even Inuyasha, I crawled in and shut the door behind me. The driver pulled away and began driving.
"Hey, thanks for-" I stopped. It was Miroku. Oh. Damn.
"No problem." He muttered moodily. I began to dig around in my pocket for my house key.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I yelled. Miroku looked sideways at me.
"Yes?"
"I left my house key in my LOCKER!" I yelled.
"No problem," he said, "You can spend the night at my house." I froze.
"Um, is that… safe?" I asked. He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Of course." His eyes then hardened. "And I swear, I don't pull anything on people with a strong dislike for me."
I bit my lip, and the rest of the car ride was extremely awkward. For me at least.
At last we pulled up at Miroku's medium sized house, and he got out of the Prius without a word to. Since I was never one to admit I was wrong, even when I was, I was in for a long night.