InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blossoms ❯ Life's Little Surprises ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Thnx a bunch to all my readers keeping up with things so far, much love to you guys!!!! And lots of thnx to Tarzan14 and Forgotten Love for reviewing ^_- And well, things have been going great for this fic so far, I have ideas piling up for miles and I've been getting inspiration from the most random of things (even cranky bus drivers…).

 

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Blossoms

 

Chapter 3

 

Life's Little Surprises

 

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Kagome got out of the cab and thanked the driver and paid him the wages expected from the meter, which Kagome found to be way too expensive for only taking her four blocks.

 

“You have a good one,” the driver said, taking off, leaving Kagome standing in front of her apartment. “You too!” called Kagome at the disappearing yellow vehicle.

 

Turning around and pulling her purse further up her arm, Kagome walked straight ahead past the staircase into the underground parking section to enter from the main level of the building, where she always entered She never bothered going up the front stairs of the building outside, four floors was too much for Kagome after busy days. Entering the main floor revolving doors, Kagome smiled politely at the blonde girl sitting behind the desk and walked over to the elevator. Entering the small mirrored box, she pushed the proper button and smiled at the young man who stood beside her.

 

“Going up?” he asked her to make polite conversation.

 

Kagome nodded, “Uh-huh.”

 

She looked at the young man with the short brown hair and boyish features and thought that he couldn't have been over sixteen. But however, while the cart stopped at floor two for a woman and her daughter to get on, he graced her in conversation.

 

“Crowded, isn't it?” he stated naively looking at Kagome who was tucked away in a corner holding her purse up against her chest. She nodded and let out a flustered laugh and mentally rolled her eyes and berated the elevator for only being at level three. Finally, thereafter, she escaped from the treacherous elevator and walked down the wine carpeted hallway until she reached her room and opened the door using her keycard and was warmly greeted by the darkness and solace. Walking in, she dropped her purse on her bed and turned on the bedside table and walked into the kitchenette taking off her coat and draping it over top the counter.

 

“You have 1 new message,” the automatic female voice preached into the emptiness of Kagome's room.

 

With interest, Kagome listened to her mother's voice flutter through the kitchen as she began to pull a glass out from the cupboard and fill it with tap water.

 

“Kagome, dear, it's Mom. How are you sweetie? I heard that you were back from America from Yuki; I hear you two bumped into each other at the airport. Welcome home, sweetheart. Everyone's missed you hear. Grandpa reminds me daily how much he misses you and Souta, well; he misses you in his own way.”

 

Kagome chuckled and leaned against the counter holding the glass in both her hands, pecking the glass with her long, slender fingernail.

 

“If you could drop by the shrine we'd all love to see you again Kagome. We haven't seen you since Christmas and it'd be a lovely visit. Call me back when you get home, Kagome. Love you.”

 

The answering machine beeped to declare the message had ended and the female trapped in the box informed Kagome that no one else had called and her messages had ended. Kagome took a small sip from the glass and took a look around the empty apartment and felt her heart give a little quiver of loneliness.

 

Gazing at the machine, the corner's of Kagome's mouth turned upwards partially, “Love you too, Ma.”

 

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“Who's the best?”

 

“You,” Miroku groaned from the headlock Inuyasha held on him.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Who's the best?”

 

“You!! Your Royal Pain in the Ass. Let go of me, will ya?”

 

Laughing, Inuyasha let go of Miroku's headlock and Miroku massaged the back of his neck and gave it a quick crack. “You're still an asshole,” he said glaring at Inuyasha as he began to chuckle evilly.

 

“You know, she could have given you a fake number?” Miroku said, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “That number could really belong to some psycho rapist waiting for some fine, young twenty-three year old to call him, so he can seduce you then rape you and then tell Kouga and then everyone will make fun of you and no one will like you and then you'll end up unloved and when you see Kagome again she won't recognize you and then when you least expect it your dick will -”

 

“Ok, ok, shut up, you idiot!” Inuyasha cried, punching a giggling Miroku in the arm. “Don't giggle; it makes me think you really are gay.”

 

“But I love ze women!” Miroku replied in a thick French accent.

 

“Fine,” Inuyasha sighed, “Bi-sexual. And will you hurry up and chose your girl? I'm getting tired of being here.”

 

“What's the matter, Inuyasha? Work getting you down? Or is it something else, like a little problem,” Miroku said, giving Inuyasha a bemused look then focusing his attention on his straight index finger, and then bent it slightly into a limp position.

 

“You fucker!” Inuyasha shouted. “I do not have a problem!!”

 

“Not even a little one? `Cause there are pills that can fix that, called Via -”

 

Miroku didn't have time to finish his statement for Inuyasha appeared in front of him and grabbed the front of his jacket and growled at him. “You fucking mention this problem again and I swear to god, you won't even get a chance to go limp. You'll wake up and it'll be gone!”

 

Miroku gasped, “No!! Not Little Miro!!”

 

Inuyasha nodded, “Damn straight Little Miro. So you better keep your mouth straight, got it?”

 

“Um, excuse me guys, but do you think it'd be possible for the two of you to either quiet down or leave? You're disrupting the customers.”

 

“Hey, butt out will ya?” Inuyasha raged, letting go of his grip on Miroku's jacket and turning around to be gazing down at a woman holding an empty bin and a dishcloth.

 

“Inuyasha,” Miroku chimed, “no need to be nasty now. Manners go a long way.”

 

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and told Miroku he was going to the bathroom, giving the girl an odd look and then giving Miroku a `good luck to you, you stupid bastard' kind of look.

 

“I'd like to apologize for my friend,” Miroku said, giving the girl a courteous smile and bow of his head. “Sometimes he can be a real jerk.”

 

The girl nodded her head, “Well, I should probably get back to work,” she said, turning on her heel and walking back towards the Front Room.

 

“Wait!” Miroku called to her. She turned her head and looked at Miroku, her burnished black ponytail swinging over her other shoulder. “What's your name?” he asked her.

 

“Sango,” she replied, turning away from him again and walking towards a dirty table, unaware that Miroku wasn't done with her yet and was walking after her to the table.

 

“My name's Miroku,” he chirped. Sango gave him a funny look but he ignored it and gave her one of his seductive, manly smiles.

 

Not looking back at him, and putting dirty dessert plates into the bin, Sango said, “Well, is there something I can do for you, Miroku? Because if not, I would like to finish my work without being disturbed.”

 

“I just wanna talk,” Miroku said, “because I couldn't noticed how beautiful you look and I was just wondering, how long have you worked here?”

 

Sango rolled her eyes at Miroku's compliment and responded, “Almost a month. Excuse me,” she said to Miroku who was standing in her way to clean another table behind him. He quickly moved but never took his eyes off of her.

 

“I'm surprised, because I've been working here for about three weeks, and I'm sure I would have noticed someone as beautiful and fine as you.”

 

“Your point?” Sango asked gruffly, trying to scrub caramel off the table, groaning in annoyance and tucking a piece of her black bangs behind her ears.

 

“My point being that normally I notice pretty girls, but you by far, are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in this restaurant. How about dinner?”

 

Sango was perched on her knees on the booth seat and stopped wiping the crumbs off the seat and turned around and looked at him, her hands on her hips, “What?”

 

Miroku was spooked by the bewildered and frustrated look on Sango's face, “What about what?”

 

“What??”

 

Miroku shrugged, “I dunno, I'm lost.”

 

Sango rolled her eyes and finished wiping the crumbs away. Once turned around, she noticed that Miroku had had his eyes planted firmly on her behind. “What were you doing?” she asked sternly.

 

“Nuh - Nuthin…” Miroku responded sheepishly.

 

“You were just looking at my ass!” she accused.

 

“Well, you should consider yourself lucky. I was planning on grabbing it, but I thought I'd be a gentleman and touch with my eyes and not my hands,” he replied smugly.

 

Sango gasped and slapped him in the face, “You jerk. Stay away from me!”

 

Sango grabbed her full tray and stalked off towards the kitchen, muttering angrily with a furious blush tinting her cheeks. I can't believe, she thought. What a hot-headed pervert!

 

“Wait, Sango!” Miroku called, running after her into the kitchen, his hand clasping his reddened cheek.

 

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” Sango replied angrily, piling up the dishes in the bins for the Dishwashers to clean.

 

“I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't mean to upset you. How about you accept my apology by going out to dinner with me?”

 

“No thank you!” Sango stated.

 

“Please, darling. I want to take you out. Just thinking of the jealous looks on every man's face when he sees me with you gives me goosebumps!”

 

“Don't call me darling,” Sango protested, very unaware that she and Miroku having an argument in the central area of the kitchen had attracted several servers, cooks, bussers and dishwashers attention.

 

“What about sweetie?”

 

“No.”

 

“Peach queen?”

 

“No.”

 

“Princess?”

 

“No!”

 

“Snugglebunny Sex Goddess??”

 

“No!! Go away!!” Sango cried, red in the face.

 

Miroku walked up towards Sango, and she looked up at him her eyes widened and her face glowering red. She had never met Miroku before and this was the first time she and him have ever had a conversation, how could she feel so embarrassed and have such butterflies in her stomach?

 

“Please Sango?” Miroku asked, his mauve eyes speaking innocence and partial desperation, but Sango didn't see the desperation. She saw the truth and honesty and kindness and yes, even the incredible amount of lust, but she was planning on keeping that one to herself and making him keep that one to himself.

 

“I just want to take you out to dinner. Or dessert? Or how about just a walk? Please?”

 

Sango looked down at the rumpled dirty dishcloth in her hand and took in a deep breath and looked at Miroku. But I don't even know you, she thought. She looked at him again and saw the determined look on his face. His hands clenched into fists.

 

“Oh, just say yes!!”

 

Sango turned around and saw a middle-aged woman stirring a pot of soup watching the two with a wide grin on her face. Sango's blush increased.

 

“Yeah, say yes!”

 

“Say yes!”

 

“Oh for fuck's sake, just say yes!!”

 

Miroku turned around and saw Inuyasha leaning against the door of the kitchen with a smirk on his face. Miroku stuck his tongue out at Inuyasha and let out chuckled when he noticed that almost the entire kitchen was focused on him and Sango.

 

“Fine.”

 

Miroku looked at Sango to see that her head was down and her bangs were hiding her very crimson face. Her hands were holding the bin to her chest and she walked around Miroku and walked right by Inuyasha out the door.

 

“Alright!”

 

“Way to go!!”

 

Miroku laughed at the people for cheering him on and took a bow and several people laughed at his antics. Suddenly, Miroku shot up and gasped, he had forgotten to ask Sango for her phone number. He dashed out of the kitchen and ignored Inuyasha's claims as he rushed by him and stood in front of the Front Room and saw Sango in the back corner cleaning a table.

 

“Sango!” Miroku called.

 

Sango looked up and her beautiful coffee eyes widened, “What now?” she asked.

 

“Can I have your phone number?” Miroku asked.

 

Sango looked discomfited as she slowly told him the number. “I don't have a pen,” she said afterwards, “or paper.”

 

Miroku nodded, “Do not fear, sweet Sango. I have the memory of an elephant!”

 

“More like a goldfish,” Inuyasha said walking up behind him and grabbing the back collar of his jacket and began to pull him away, “Come on Romeo.”

 

Miroku called and waved good-bye to Sango and then turned and left the Front Room, leaving Sango with a blush on her face and a cloth in her hand.

 

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A/N: Cute eh? I'm in love with this story!! Teehee. Well the bet is off and going and the fun is about to start. I hope you guys like the plot and stuff so far. If anything seems off or unclear, lemme know!! TTFN <3