InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dance With Me, My Dear ❯ What Are You Looking At? ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

If I owned InuYasha, Kagome and gang, I would be lying...not that I wouldn't mind that lie (but I think that goes for most fans of the series), but hey! I could get sued for that...and I definitely would mind getting sued...

Author's Note: I was not planning on making Miroku and Sango and their relationship quite as dominant as Kagome and InuYasha's, but one never knows in writing where their mind will lead them…

What Are You Looking At?

Her gaze locked with his and for a moment, he was unable to look away. His breath hitched in his throat and for a brief minute he stared at her with a longing that took his heart by surprise. Everything about her was beautiful to him. From the way she leaned on the table, with her hand propping up her face and her eyes seeming to bore into his, to the way her foot tapped against the floor in time to the music.

The moment was not to last as he was filled with a series of emotions that did not incline him at all towards the beautiful woman who sat only feet from where he was.

She was everything that Kikyou had been and more. Where Kikyou had been sharp angles this woman was soft curves. For that, she earned his indifference. She was easily more beautiful then Kikyou. For this, she earned his contempt. She was full of life - something that Kikyou had not been. For that, she earned his dislike. For being able to take his breath away, he could only describe the feeling as something close to hatred. However, one thing that was the same about the two women that would haunt his mind and heart was that they both shared a certain kind of sadness that was the result of having the life one always wanted sitting prettily on a chair close by, but before it could be metaphorically grabbed, was ripped into shreds by a laughing higher power.

After holding her gaze for what felt like an eternity, he looked away from the stranger that would attempt to bewitch his cold heart. She turned her gaze towards the mass of people, and he glanced back at her surreptitiously. Her face was not turned completely away from him and he could still see her eyes and in those brown depths he could see her debating with herself: a moral conflict over her desire to do something she loved, or the sense of what she knew she should do.

Turning his head away from her, he reached for the mug of beer that had been recently placed before him. Lifting it to his lips, he drained it, the foam sitting on his upper lip as he contemplated his past and present. He could not help himself as his eyes drifted back towards the lovely young woman.

"Staring now, are we mutt-face?" his companion, Kouga, asked with derision.

"Keh, I do not stare."

"Whatever dog-breath, I can't say I blame you though, I mean come on… look at her." Kouga said as his eyes roamed over the stranger.

"She isn't all that great." His colleague laughed as Inuyasha spit out his last sentence and turned to stare pointedly away from that particular woman.

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Kagome stared absently at the dancers in front of her with longing when she felt somebody watching her. She looked up and her gaze locked with a pair of amber coloured eyes. She stared unabashedly at him with curious eyes. She blinked and found herself looking into empty space. Kagome surveyed the crowded dance floor and surrounding tables trying to find the owner of those eyes and noticed two men talking heatedly a table or so away as well as noticing Miroku doing something that he was not supposed to be doing.

He was sidling down the bar, eyes intent on what Kagome was sure was a pretty lady, or rather, a pretty lady's bottom. Miroku...what are you doing now? Kagome thought with exasperation. Sighing, she stood up, and grabbed her cloth. She went to wipe the table with it, but started when she realized that the cloth was dry. Quickly dunking it into the pail of water she was carrying around with her she gave the table a cursory wipe and then went to rescue Miroku.

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With a heavy sigh of boredom, Miroku gazed around at the bar. He noticed several things: first that Inuyasha was here; second that Kouga was walking towards Inuyasha, his eyes centered mostly on the hanyou, but with the occasional glance towards Kagome and finally that she was here. Miroku looked back at InuYasha and followed his gaze. Surprisingly, he noticed, InuYasha was looking at Kagome with an intense expression that hovered somewhere between love and hate. He stood up, but his thoughts were inclined to leave InuYasha and Kagome alone. If he interfered, knowing InuYasha - and it had been a while since he had - if he went over there InuYasha would deny that he ever looked at Kagome with any kind of emotion. Deciding to leave the two of them to their own devices, he searched again for the woman he had seen earlier. He had met her before, and under memorable circumstances, though he was not sure if the occasion of them meeting had been as unforgettable for her. Miroku rubbed his cheek absently and sidled down the bar; being careful not to let his other customers realize that he was pointedly ignoring them. He looked around once more, this time to make sure neither his boss nor any of his boss's minions were around to give him grief.

Miroku walked towards his chosen victim, and when he was within inches of her dropped the cloth he had been carrying. He picked it up and stretched his hand out, further and further until it came into contact with a smooth bottom. "Oh my, you do have a nice bottom."

The woman jumped off her stool, and spun around furiously. Miroku stayed still, wanting to go though this particular confrontation. Her livid gaze swept across the room quickly. Recognizing Miroku, her incensed gaze faded into an angry exasperation. “You!” she shouted, “What are you doing here?”

Miroku had the sense to look meek as a young man came up beside the object of his affections. “I work here. I noticed a fallen cloth on the floor and I went to pick it up, but I lost my balance and I put out my hand like this,” Miroku demonstrated, “and in catching my balance I happened to accidentally grope your bottom.” Miroku nodded inwardly. That was one of his better excuses, but in all honesty, he would not have bothered to come up with an explanation if not for the fact of the looming young man beside her.

“That is the phoniest excuse I have ever heard,” the woman said, a wrathful expression on her face.

“Really? I thought it was one of my better accidents,” said Miroku thoughtfully.

“You are such a lecher!”

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Kagome walked over to the bar, an amused smile on her face. Miroku had a way of getting into trouble regardless of where he went. It was exasperating to fend off angry women and Kagome, at times, would let Miroku feel the sting of rejection as he was slapped across the face. This time though Miroku was about to get all that he was beat out of him by the younger brother of the girl he had 'accidentally' grabbed. Kagome knew Miroku and she seriously doubted it was an accident. It would be more along his lines to make it look like an accident, but really it was a clever ploy to grope some unsuspecting woman's butt. Kagome sighed heavily but pushed her way through the crowd.

Miroku looked like his usual self, or at least his usual after he had been slapped or punched by a woman, and if she had someone with her, which could include a boyfriend, guy friend, girlfriend, friend that's a girl, or sibling, and on his most unlucky days, all of the above, threatened or in a fight. He had a split lip, a red cheek with an embedded hand print, and a forming black eye.

"Hey, break it up!" Kagome said forcefully, easily making herself heard over the blaring music.

The two men turned to look at Kagome. Miroku eyed her with a vague sense of happiness, and the other glared at her for all he was worth. "This guy grabbed my sister's ass!" He said, indignation colouring his voice.

Kagome nodded thoughtfully. It would take some quick thinking to get Miroku out of the bind he had presently found himself in. "I know that's what it seemed like but it was all an accident.” She frowned. "Actually, let's make a deal. I'll let you beat the crap out of Miroku if you've never, in your entire life, stared at a woman with lust in your eyes, or sex on the brain."

Miroku's look of happiness became a much sought-after fairytale as it changed to one of full-out panic. The colour drained from his face and he clenched his fists at his sides. He may try to take the easy way out usually, but that didn't mean that he did not know how to fight. Even so, Miroku sent a poisonous look Kagome's way until he saw her face and realized she was bluffing.

The young man in front of Kagome glared at her. "You know, not all men," he said, spitting out the word men, "are like he is."

"So you mean that you've never once looked at a girl, and gone 'man, she's a hottie' and wondered about getting her phone number?"

The young man shook his head forcefully. He did seem a bit young for her idea, but these days, what with all the access to the internet, it seemed men started their womanizing young.

"Oh, well then, feel free to beat the crap out of Miroku. Just make sure he can work afterwards, he still has a couple hours left on his shift." Kagome bluffed, hoping the woman he was with would call his bluff and not hers.

The young man stepped towards Miroku. "You'll get what you deserve, lecher." He said, cracking his knuckles and neck. “Then hopefully you will think twice about accidentally groping women.”

Kagome smiled wryly. Fat chance of that, she thought.

The victim watched the entire scene with a certain amount of amusement though she was half surprised that someone, a woman no less, had stepped into rescue the lecher who had purposely groped her. Shaking her head at herself, she stepped forward. "Enough Kohaku. I know for a fact that you've lusted after a girl before." Kagome sighed inwardly, thanking her lucky stars that the woman Miroku had groped was a decent human being. The victim clicked her tongue and grabbed her brother's arm before he could swing. "Remember that one time you came to me, asking what you should do when you wanted to woo that young lady you liked so much?"

Kohaku flushed red. "Sister!" he hissed, "I thought you wouldn't have minded me defending your honour!"

Turning to the woman who had defended the lecher, she became all business. "As long as mine, and" nodding her head towards her brother, "Kohaku's drinks are on the house for the rest of the night, I won't continue this any longer."

Kagome looked over the woman, an amount of respect flashing in her dark eyes. "Agreed."

"I'm Sango, by the way.” The woman said, stretching out her hand to Kagome.

Kagome took her hand and shook it firmly. “My name is Kagome and the man over there who caused all of the shenanigans is Miroku.” Kagome and Sango walked the few steps to the bar and Kagome poured her new favourite customer a drink.