InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eyes Like Yours ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Eyes Like Yours
By: DarkCrystalis

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything except for myself…and even then I think others have claims on me…

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Chapter 2

Miroku woke up hearing a loud pounding coming from the door, and inside his head. He'd not only been drinking heavily with Inuyasha over their happiness of finding a model, but he'd done something really stupid.

Shit.

He'd forgotten Sango was coming home late from work, and that on the one occasion she left her keys, he'd locked the door to the house.

God damn, she was going to kill him.

The pounding had stopped, but then a few seconds later continued relentlessly. Sighing, Miroku roused himself enough to get to the door, open it, and then mentally prepared for the upcoming onslaught.

“Miroku! You MORON! Why did you lock the door? And for Christ's sakes what took so damn long? I've had such a long day and…”

Before she continued, she felt her husband's lecherous hand make its way to her bottom and rub it.

“PERVERT!” she screamed, and dropped her briefcase on his toe purposely as she passed him.

“Owwww! Sango, what was that for? I have a hangover…please don't scream…”

Sango smiled evilly as her body was turned away from him, and decided to take full advantage of his weakened state.

“Oh Miroku, darling, sexy thing…” she moaned, getting his full attention immediately.

“Yes dear?” he said, leaning into her neck and embracing her.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” she yelled into his ear, marveling when he put his hands over his head and ears. Her purposeful loud voice had made his whole body cringe.

“Oh, and by the way,” she added, carrying on as if nothing had happened,

“you will grab my briefcase, and put it into the office. Working downtown and at our studio is really tiring; I wonder why I'm the one working two jobs? I do more work than you do…”

“But Sango, dear, you said you don't want children…”

Sango rounded on him, making him knock into her. She glared into his eyes, and tilted her head upwards.

“And do you happen to know why I don't want children?”

Miroku thought about that, seemingly concentrated, and smirked.

“Because you will become addicted to the sex if we start, and we won't be able to stop…”

Sango emotionlessly banged him over the head with her small purse she was carrying, still making him wince slightly at her action.

“NO, that's not it at all! It's because I already HAVE a child, and that child is YOU! I have to look after you like a baby! Miroku, you can't cook, you don't have any colour coordination abilities, and the last time you attempted using the washer, you added too much soap and it overflowed with suds…”

“Yes, but at least when you were cleaning it all up, I got a lovely view of your rear…”

Sango smacked him lightly across the face, her cheeks turning bright red at the memory.

“You shut up! I don't need to hear these things…”

Miroku smiled, knowing he'd found her weakness.

“But Sango, you're so beautiful! Proportioned, breathtakingly striking, and everything else I could ever want in a woman.”

Sango blushed even redder, and decided that at the moment the floor was interesting to look at.

Earnestly, she looked up at him and enquired, “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course! And your bottom is nice too…”

Sango mentally agreed that some things never change, and decided not to waste her remaining energy on him. She walked to the kitchen, and threw a frozen dinner into the microwave, ignoring the way he smirked triumphantly.

“One of these days, you will regret being so serious, Sango. Soon, you will love the way I grope you; just wait until we do it, Sango! It will be an out of this world experience!”

“Don't count on it,” she said tonelessly.

To be honest, Sango was a virgin, and wasn't even ready yet for sex. The reason why she married Miroku at only 22 years of age was because they had been childhood friends. In theory, she'd known him for over fifteen years.

Always having a secret crush on him was something she couldn't avoid. Although, Sango didn't like him when they'd first met. In fact, she'd hated him. He was a lecherous pervert, and groped every girl he could get.

Even at 7 years old he was a terror.

After a few years, their liking for one another grew. She realized that they both wanted to be with one another, and he made the bold move of asking her out to a movie.

Years later, in fact, just a year ago, he'd asked her to marry him.

Everything after that was history.

Hearing the beeping coming from the microwave, Sango decided that was the best sound she'd heard all day.

Well, not really. I think my briefcase connecting with Miroku's toes was the best…

She laughed out loud, enjoying the thought.

He looked at her questioningly, but she merely shook her head as she grabbed a fork. Walking to the living room, she collapsed on the couch with her food, and turned on the TV.
Hearing and seeing porn on the screen was NOT what she had in mind for night time television.

She glared at Miroku, apparently not pleased.

He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.

“What?”

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The next day…

Things had turned out well, for the time being.

So far so good.

Kagome had told her mom all about the commercial, and surprisingly, her mom was all for it. Not one complaint was muttered, and everything was agreed.

As long as she didn't come home past 3am, go nude during the commercial, or miss any school, everything was smooth sailing. Although, she doubted she would need to stay there past midnight, and seeing how this was for contacts, her clothes wouldn't need to come off. Unless there was a really hot model there that happened to be interested in her…

Mentally chiding herself for those thoughts, she smiled at herself as she gazed into the mirror.

So they think they see something “beautiful” in me, huh?

Her mother had always told her how pretty she was, and that she didn't need make up. Kagome recalled the memory which occurred when she was very small.

“Kagome, you have something called natural beauty,” her mother told her.

“What's `natural beauty', mommy?”

“It means that you won't need to wear all those red lipsticks or colours on your face to look pretty. You look beautiful as you are.”

Kagome giggled in a carefree manner; after all, she was only 7.

“Thank you, mommy!”

She smiled, remembering it as though it was only yesterday.

Having been lost in thought, she wasn't prepared for the shrill ringing of the telephone.

Jumping two feet in the air at the sudden noise, Kagome picked it up dutifully once her wits were about her again.

“Moshi moshi!”

“Kagome-chan! Did you call that man back?” It was Rin, to no surprise. She had always been the impatient one.

“No, not yet; I just finished talking about it with my mom. She's just fine with it.”

“We told you so, Kagome-chan!” Kagome could mentally picture Rin sticking her tongue out at her, and then smile cheerfully.

“Yes, yes, but I need to call back that man, Mr. Takahashi. He needs my reply quickly, and you're tieing up my phone line.” Kagome giggled, reveling in her friends' pretend outraged sigh.

“Fine, fine, but you have to call back as soon as you're finished! Yura and I were planning on going to the pool tonight, and thought you might want to come.”

“I'd love to, Rin-chan! Just let me call him really quickly, and I'll call you back right away.”

Hanging up the phone, she stared at it for a moment, forgetting what she was going to do.

“Oh right! Call Mr.Takahashi and tell him…Oh damnit, now where did I put that card…”

Kagome rummaged through the pile of clothes on her floor, picking up books and binders and throwing them around.

Her room was a huge mess, and her mother wouldn't like it when she saw it.

“AHA!” she squealed triumphantly, it was hiding under her backpack on the floor.

Hearing someone knock on her door, she panicked.

If that's mom…

Too late.

“Kagome Sakura Higurashi you are not leaving this house until your room is spotless.”

“I know, I know,” Kagome said with a smile. “I haven't cleaned my room for a few days, ill do that in just a second.”

She picked up the phone, and dialed the number on the card.

“Mr.Takahashi speaking, how may I help you?”

“Oh, hello! This is Kagome, the girl that…”

“…that has those wonderful eyes and sweet voice, how could I forget?”

Kagome thought she heard mumbling of “lecher” in the background, but paid it no heed.

“I wanted to let you know that all's in the clear and I can start working with you whenever you see it fit. Just remember that my school schedule comes first. My classes never go past 3pm, so anytime after that is fine…”

“Yes, yes, we will get around to that later. I'll call you soon, probably tomorrow around 8pm with the beginning times and dates we will need you for. Making a commercial isn't as easy as you think, and takes a lot of hours.”

“I'm sure it does,” Kagome echoed in a monotone voice.

“Anyway, I wont keep you from your plans. We'll be seeing you soon, beautiful!”

Kagome was SURE she heard a smack this time, and curses of “you perverted bastard! I don't know why I married you”, but decided not to ask.

Maybe it was because Miroku was seemingly hitting on her, and he was married? Honestly, he looked too young to be married. Either way, Kagome laughed as she put the phone onto the cradle.

“What did he say, Kagome-chan?” Rin asked 5 minutes later, wanting to know the complete details of their short and rather boring conversation.

“Well, I think he's married, or at least from what I've heard. Darn, I think Yura will be crushed.”

Rin audibly sighed sadly, but the brightened up immediately.

“There's always the guy that works as the cashier at the movies. He's pretty hot, and tall too…”

Kagome rolled her eyes.

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