InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I'm a Little Drunk and I Need You Now ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: lovelycindies 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Updated On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 573 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.10.2011 | Updated On: 02.10.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 573 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1
Late at night, as the noise of the city gradually dulled, a lone bat hovered under a street light for a moment, then flew into an alley between two buildings.
Abrubtly, a huge shadow flew out from the alley.
Coincidentally passing by, a surprised Miroku stopped and squinted to try to make out what just flew out as another huge man flew into the air like a trapeze artist in a circus, like he was being thrown out, or in this case kicked straight out of the alley.
The huge man first hit the trashcan, crashing into it so hard that the lid flew off and trash littered the floor.
“Ugh…”
A painful moan escaped from the man.
From the alley inside, Miroku heard more muffled voice.
If he didn’t hear wrong, those were the sounds of bodies hitting heavily to the floor. He picked up his pace with his long legs and strode across to the alley way.
CLANG!
Another huge man was severely kicked out and bumped into the trashcan.
“Yeah! You better get the hell out of here!” cursed a young woman, followed by sounds that sounded like punches on a sandbag. “Men! Dumbass men!” she swore, her punches effectively silencing yet another.
At the end of the alley, there was a street lamp, and even in the faint light, her luscious curves and creamy skin were glowing underneath the white cocktail dress. Those long legs alone were enough to make any man’s blood boil.
Four more large men gathered in the alley, gazes all glued on her, saliva almost running down their mouths. However, seeing how all the previous men were defeated and were now lying on the floor, they were more cautious in their battle plan now and
decided to gang up on her.
“Fuck off!” she impatiently screamed.
The men’s answers were waves of malicious laughtor.
One of the men, overcome with lust, suddenly held out his hand to touch his breast. She cursed out loud and threw a punch directly into his left eye.
“Fuck! My eye!” The man screamed helplessly, clutching his injured eye falling backwards.
“Get the hell out of here!” she snapped. This time’s punches was accompanied by uneven footwork, her graceful body started
to gently sway.
Seeing an opportunity, the men started to crowd around her. Okay, so they met some resistance, but who can resist anything this gorgeous? After some herculean effort, they finally pushed her against the wall.
“Motherfucker, you better let go! Are you guys deaf?!”
The men roared with laughter, holding her feet to avoid anymore conflict, and of course they didn’t forget to crawl their hands up and down her long luscious legs. The men who were previously beaten realized the situation was now in their favor started
to crawl towards her to share the wealth.
Her elegant features, under the streetlamps, illuminated her beauty it was almost unbelivable.
Long eyelashes, chocolate huge watering anime eyes, soft petal lips, and adding onto her looks she had on the most skin tight and sexy pale white cocktail dress. Under this combination, any man would fall deeply into her spell.
“Bitch! You dare hit me when you’re dressed like a whore?” the man yelled at her, his expression violent, raising his fist.
“Hey,” another man opened his mouth, his perverted eyes gliding over her like he was undressing her with his eyes. “Calm the hell down, if you want to hit her, at least wait until I’m finished enjoying the meal.”
Someone was unhappy.
“Why the hell should you be first?”
“Yeah!”
“I just suffered a punch from her!”
“Please, whose more miserable right now? I almost lost my family jewels!”
The men were all fighting, debating who suffered the most, everyone of them not wanting to back off and be the first to try out
the dessert.
“Men, filthy pigs” Sango silently cursed.
Just half an hour ago, she walked out of her ex-boyfriend’s wedding reception. The combination of alcohol and her unhappy mood resulted in a headache.
To attend this wedding, Sango carefully prepared for the occasion and dressed to the nines, using all her money to transform herself into a delectable butterfly, winning every man’s heart at the ceremony. Even when the groom was giving the toast, she deliberately pounced on him, laughing and sticking to his side while the bride turned pale with anger.
Well her act certainly ended that asshole’s honeymoon!
But…the thrill of the victory lasted only a second. At the thought of him breaking up with her 2 months ago, only to marry another and having the galls to announce that she was 3 months pregnant, made Sango see red. She had to use an exhaustingly amount of self control to force herself to smile all night and not rush forward and take his head off with a butter
knife.
She would’ve never thought she would have so much bad luck tonight. She walked only two blocks before the alcohol got the best of her and she had to stop and lean on the wall to catch her breath. Next thing she knew, the men surrounded her and forced her inside the alley.
If she was any other girl in this situation, she would’ve fainted with shock by now. However, Sango only glanced at these pigs with disdain and felt depressed that her whole night was filled with assholes.
After debating for a while, someone finally lost their patience and grabbed Sango’s hands.
“You guys continue arguing, Imma start eating my dessert!” the man exposed a evil glint and licked his lips, his dirty hands touched her bare shoulder.
Sango was just about to kick him in his most precious place when —
WHACK!
The whack wasn’t very loud, but it was very unexpected. The perverts all looked like they got their souls sucked, their bodys all froze and they didn’t dare move.
The flattened beer can rolled off the man’s shoulder and with a clank, rolled down on the floor, light reflecting off its metal can.
“…what the fuck?”
“Son of a bitch! Who did that?!”
“Come out!”
The men clamored towards the alley’s dark shadowy figure, baring their teeth. Yet the shadow still didn’t move, facing the threat as if he didn’t give two shits.
Only Sango was the first to notice anything out of the ordinary. The man standing in front of her fell onto the floor, foaming by the mouth.
She surprisingly lifted her head up and glanced towards the alleyway.
Under the weak luminance of the streetlamp, she noticed his broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and she could even feel his hidden amusment in this situation.
After a while, the men realized there was a casualty and gathered around their fallen mate.
“Hey, wake up! What are you doing?!” someone asked and slapped his face, out of eagerness to rescue a friend or taking advantage to exact revenge we don’t exactly know.
“Is he asleep, or did he faint?!”
“Faint?”
Everyone’s gaze turned towards the fallen beer can. Their expressions, which were once violent, slowly evolved into a cautious gaze.
One of the more courageous men straightened up and deliberately put on a fierce expression, yelling at the shadow, “Motherfucker, you want to be the hero and save this women? Right?!” He opened his mouth and roared. The only thing he was missing now was a lion’s mane. “Well I’m telling you right now, this woman is ours, so you would be smart to get the fuck—”
WHACK!
Another beer can flew at him, hitting the target straight on.
In the middle of his speech, the man bit into the beer can and neatly fell down onto the first man, making a nice pile.
The men already lost two of their comrads, the rest of the members have already started to escape. Their surviving instinct dominated everything, and they didn’t even glance back at their injured friend as they ran with their tails tucked beneath their legs.
Sango couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Steady footsteps started coming towards her.
His shadow enveloped her.
Sango lifted her head up and saw a pair of violet eyes staring back at her.
The man’s eyes, even in the darkness, still lit up the alley while the rest of his facial features were hidden among the shadows. He was tall and robust with wide shoulders as thick as a wall. He needed to lean down a little so that she didn’t have to glance upwards.
“Miss, are you alright?” Miroku asked, his voice soft, trying not to scare this seemingly delicate woman.
Sango hiccuped. “I’m good”
“Do you need me to send you to the hospital or the police station?” He politely asked, his tone gentle and calming, without the slightest threat.
“No need,” she waved her hands. “I’m just peachy.”
Unexpectedly, such a wave brought her skinny stilletos to wobble a little and her seemingly graceful body dangled precariously forward…
He was so agile, easily catching her in his powerful arms, encircling her tiny waist.
“Ahhh…Oh!”
His male scent and warm body transfered the warmth through her cocktail dress like an invisible net, surrounding her whole body. At that moment, it seemed like the cool night’s temperature seemed to increase. She instinctively reached out to cling to this strong support, unintentionally leaning closer towards him, thus seeing his appearance more closely.
This man…is surprisingly good looking!
She was already bolder than the normal woman and combined with the alcohol she consumed, she was even more uninhibited. Sango squinted her eyes and pushed her little face forwards almost touching his nose and unhibitedly admired his looks.
His eyebrows were thick and as black as ink, his nose straight, his lips held a tiny smile, which were all offset by those curiously violet eyes. His eyes were gentle and courteous, but underneath all that hid something mysterious that further added to his charm. Underneath the simple black t-shirt and his beaded necklace, his firm solid outline was clear. His strong muscles seemed like it was steel wrapped in a blanket of velvet, although masculine, but no hidden threat behind it.
He is actually really nice lookin' man!
So Buddah is still looking out for her, huh!
“And I thought all the good men have died.” Sango sighed, eternally thanking Buddah. “I never thought there would still be one left.” She never would’ve expected that in this time and year, that there are still men left who are so chivalrous.
Miroku smiled and wordlessly helped her stand.
She suddenly thought of something and frowned, grabbing him by the collar forcing him to look at her, her face skeptical and asks, “Are you married?”
“No.”
She breathed a sigh of relieft.
“I also thought that all the hotties were either gay or married. I cannot believe I picked up one.” She looked up and flashed him a brilliant smile. Grabbing his arm without any explanation, she started to walk out the alley. “Come come, I’m going to reward you for your good deed! I’ll buy you a drink!”
The late night streets of Tokyo still had numerous people and cars bustling around on a Saturday night.
She didn’t even ask whether he was willing, dragged her hero several blocks and coincidentally saw a building with a waiter in a white uniform respectfully bowing and sending a couple home for the night. The wall behind the door had a bronze sign engraved with some foreign words.
Ooooh, they must have something to drink here!
Sango walked towards the building with large steps, opened the door without even glancing at the waiter and was welcomed with soft and pleasant piano bar music trickling out.
The lighting was dark and created a warm atmosphere and on every table there were candles that smelled like peaches and cream.
The waiter seated them and was just about politely ask Sango what she would like when she interrupted him.
“Do you have any alcohol?”
The waiter, slightly stunned, just nodded.
“Good.” She nodded delightedly. “Give me a Long Island Iced Tea”
During the reception, she had already had a nice amount of alcohol in her system. Yet for some strange reason, she still felt thirsty and needed something icy and cool down her throat.
She lounged lazily on the sofa and looked at her “hero”.
“What’s your name?” she asked, and then waved her hands dismissing the question, “Never mind, names aren’t important.”
Miroku smiled. “Well what is important?” He has never met a more interesting woman in his life.
She grabbed the drink in the waiter’s hands and slammed it on the table. “Of course its this!” The drink sloshed around in the cup, spilling some of its contents. She was like a kitty, her pink tongue licking the side of the cup. “Drink up! It’s my treat!”
“Don’t drink too much.” he politely reminded her, his tall lean body making the sofa seem smaller than it really was.
“Please, my alcohol tolerance is ah-mazing. I just went to a wedding and polished off two bottles of red wine!” She giggled, and then mysteriously went a little closer and whispered, “Do you want to know whose wedding I attended?”
He didn’t answer, just shook his head and looked on interestedly.
“My ex-boyfriend!” Sango announced and drank the last of the drink. Her creamy skin because of the alcohol, was tinted pink.
“That guy actually married her because he got her pregnant!” she angrily shouted at a loud volume, attracting other people’s attention and even the graceful piano player played a few wrong notes.
Seeing him only holding his drink and not planning on drinking it, she held out her hands and grabbed the drink and downed it. “He broke up with me 2 months ago, and now his new blushing bride is fucking 3 months pregnant. Let me ask you something, is he cheating?! is he? is he? IS HE?! Tell me! TELL ME!” She used the interrogation techniques police used on criminals, shaking him by the collar.
Seeing her drink was empty, she yelled, “Where’s the wine? Send over two bottles!”
The waiter didn’t dare to be even one step behind, nodding furiously, afraid that this little lady will scare away all the customers. And the remaining customers, afraid of her causing a scene, slowly moved to other tables to give these two more privacy.
Only poor Miroku, caught by the collar, had no means of escape.
“It was I who broke up with him, not me!” Half drunk, she didn’t fail to forget to mention this point. “He said my temper was terrible, said I wasn’t gentle and loving enough! It’s the 21st Century for crying out loud, I am a ‘new age’ woman. I’m not going to hole up in my room to sew socks for him!”
Two more cups of wine were brought to the table, and being thirsty after that rant, she once again downed the entire cup.
“Men!” she ranted, “are all filthy pigs!” She threw away her wine cup, her eyes throwing daggers towards all the men in the room, then started to turn around and walk out.
Miroku at this time, abruptly held her bag, his hands circling her tiny wrist. He cleverly manuvered so that she was effectively held in her place, yet it didn’t hurt.
“I’m the exception.” His eyes dancing with laughter. His body warmth, his expression, his smile, and his violet eyes, all further strengthened his argument.
Sango opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Curiously, she was burning up with anger, yet looking at this man, the fire dimmed a little.
“Ok…fine, you’re the exception.” She was persuaded, and sat down on the sofa. Lifting her glass, she toasted, “But all the other men are assholes!”
She finished that cup and then slammed the glass back down on the table. “Especially that cold blooded, no heart, no brains, and no technique asshole!”
“Technique?” He asked politely.
“Yes, technique. That asshole didn’t have any techniques yet he dared place the blame on ME?!” She angrily pointed at herself, yelling, “ME! Sango?! I wrote sex scenes more than he has eaten sushi, yet he dared said my I didn’t have any skills when we made out?! Is he for real?!”
And because of her unwillingness to cooperate, it was at this point he decided to find another more willing participant.
The more Sango thought about it, the angrier she became.
Her technique?
HER technique?
“Let me tell you, the problem was not ME” she angrily exclaims and grabbed Miroku’s shirt collar. “You don’t belive me? You don’t?”
Miroku chuckled, “No, I just —”
His chuckle offended her tremendously.
An angered Sango used the most direct way possible and pounced towards him, unpolitely kissing him to confirm his suspicions.
The world became still.
The piano music, the people, all disappeared. She used all her strength to concentrate on kissing him. After a long while, she finally peeled her lips off him.
“Tell me! What do you think, huh?! Is my technique not good enough? Tell me!” Sango asked hurridly, wanting to know her grade, and couldn’t help but lick her lips.
His taste was surprisingly good.
His violet eyes were burning. Miroku lifted his head and glanced at the woman in his arms. His expression and tone of voice did not change, and he was still as calm and collected as before.
“That wasn’t really clear to me,” having a strong spirit of experimentation and giving her positive advice, “I suggest we try again so that I can have a better grasp.”
She was pleased to obey.
Her soft hands encircled his neck, effectively pulling him closer. She slowly teased and tempted his lips, at first nibbling, and shy, then kissing more deeply and passionately.
She spent a lot more time on this kiss, and when she moved away, she actually had some trouble breathing.
“So?” Sango impatiently asked.
His eyes were warm.
“Not bad, but you still have room for improvement.”
“Oh?” She was disappointed.
Only not bad? But she felt like it was the best kiss of her life!
A warm breath breathed into her creamy neck and whispered into her ear, “Let me show you how it’s done.” His gruff male voice made her inexplicably shudder.
Then, he kissed her.
At first, it was soft lips, then it was hard teeth, then it was his tongue. His tongue, so nimble and overbearing tempted her and explored her tiny mouth’s most sensitive places. Every move provoked her nerves and her toes curled involuntarily at the sensation.
She almost melted, and after he finished kissing her, she issued protests, her half lidded eyes craving his touch like a hungry kitty.
There was no way any man could resist this temptation.
“And,” Miroku said while rubbing against her lips, and using a deep voice said, “This will be better.” He kissed her again.
Sango has never had such a hot lesson in her life.
She never thought a simple kiss will evoke such magical feelings. The kiss was so passionate that it seemed like they weren’t kissing, rather they were…
“I’m sorry,” a cold voice said through the hazy fog. His warm lips disappeared and Sango reluctantly opened her eyes. “Sorry to bother you two, but its closing time.”
Closing?
Sango looked up and glared at this waiter, steaming at his unwelcome visit.
“What do you mean closing time? It’s only…what?”
The waiter remained calm. “Three in the morning.”
“It’s only three!” She complained.
“Yes, it’s already three,” the waiter politely replied.
Ugh, how did time fly by so fast? She felt like they had just sat down not long ago!
Sango snorted unladylike, and wobbly stood up and started walking towards the exit, not forgetting to announce, “Closing so early, I haven’t even had enough to drink! Let’s go, we’ll go to another place to drink!”
Finishing her declaration and not even bothering to look to see if Miroku follows, her slender figure, like the wind, wobbly pushed open the door and left the piano bar.
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Late at night, as the noise of the city gradually dulled, a lone bat hovered under a street light for a moment, then flew into an alley between two buildings.
Abrubtly, a huge shadow flew out from the alley.
Coincidentally passing by, a surprised Miroku stopped and squinted to try to make out what just flew out as another huge man flew into the air like a trapeze artist in a circus, like he was being thrown out, or in this case kicked straight out of the alley.
The huge man first hit the trashcan, crashing into it so hard that the lid flew off and trash littered the floor.
“Ugh…”
A painful moan escaped from the man.
From the alley inside, Miroku heard more muffled voice.
If he didn’t hear wrong, those were the sounds of bodies hitting heavily to the floor. He picked up his pace with his long legs and strode across to the alley way.
CLANG!
Another huge man was severely kicked out and bumped into the trashcan.
“Yeah! You better get the hell out of here!” cursed a young woman, followed by sounds that sounded like punches on a sandbag. “Men! Dumbass men!” she swore, her punches effectively silencing yet another.
At the end of the alley, there was a street lamp, and even in the faint light, her luscious curves and creamy skin were glowing underneath the white cocktail dress. Those long legs alone were enough to make any man’s blood boil.
Four more large men gathered in the alley, gazes all glued on her, saliva almost running down their mouths. However, seeing how all the previous men were defeated and were now lying on the floor, they were more cautious in their battle plan now and
decided to gang up on her.
“Fuck off!” she impatiently screamed.
The men’s answers were waves of malicious laughtor.
One of the men, overcome with lust, suddenly held out his hand to touch his breast. She cursed out loud and threw a punch directly into his left eye.
“Fuck! My eye!” The man screamed helplessly, clutching his injured eye falling backwards.
“Get the hell out of here!” she snapped. This time’s punches was accompanied by uneven footwork, her graceful body started
to gently sway.
Seeing an opportunity, the men started to crowd around her. Okay, so they met some resistance, but who can resist anything this gorgeous? After some herculean effort, they finally pushed her against the wall.
“Motherfucker, you better let go! Are you guys deaf?!”
The men roared with laughter, holding her feet to avoid anymore conflict, and of course they didn’t forget to crawl their hands up and down her long luscious legs. The men who were previously beaten realized the situation was now in their favor started
to crawl towards her to share the wealth.
Her elegant features, under the streetlamps, illuminated her beauty it was almost unbelivable.
Long eyelashes, chocolate huge watering anime eyes, soft petal lips, and adding onto her looks she had on the most skin tight and sexy pale white cocktail dress. Under this combination, any man would fall deeply into her spell.
“Bitch! You dare hit me when you’re dressed like a whore?” the man yelled at her, his expression violent, raising his fist.
“Hey,” another man opened his mouth, his perverted eyes gliding over her like he was undressing her with his eyes. “Calm the hell down, if you want to hit her, at least wait until I’m finished enjoying the meal.”
Someone was unhappy.
“Why the hell should you be first?”
“Yeah!”
“I just suffered a punch from her!”
“Please, whose more miserable right now? I almost lost my family jewels!”
The men were all fighting, debating who suffered the most, everyone of them not wanting to back off and be the first to try out
the dessert.
“Men, filthy pigs” Sango silently cursed.
Just half an hour ago, she walked out of her ex-boyfriend’s wedding reception. The combination of alcohol and her unhappy mood resulted in a headache.
To attend this wedding, Sango carefully prepared for the occasion and dressed to the nines, using all her money to transform herself into a delectable butterfly, winning every man’s heart at the ceremony. Even when the groom was giving the toast, she deliberately pounced on him, laughing and sticking to his side while the bride turned pale with anger.
Well her act certainly ended that asshole’s honeymoon!
But…the thrill of the victory lasted only a second. At the thought of him breaking up with her 2 months ago, only to marry another and having the galls to announce that she was 3 months pregnant, made Sango see red. She had to use an exhaustingly amount of self control to force herself to smile all night and not rush forward and take his head off with a butter
knife.
She would’ve never thought she would have so much bad luck tonight. She walked only two blocks before the alcohol got the best of her and she had to stop and lean on the wall to catch her breath. Next thing she knew, the men surrounded her and forced her inside the alley.
If she was any other girl in this situation, she would’ve fainted with shock by now. However, Sango only glanced at these pigs with disdain and felt depressed that her whole night was filled with assholes.
After debating for a while, someone finally lost their patience and grabbed Sango’s hands.
“You guys continue arguing, Imma start eating my dessert!” the man exposed a evil glint and licked his lips, his dirty hands touched her bare shoulder.
Sango was just about to kick him in his most precious place when —
WHACK!
The whack wasn’t very loud, but it was very unexpected. The perverts all looked like they got their souls sucked, their bodys all froze and they didn’t dare move.
The flattened beer can rolled off the man’s shoulder and with a clank, rolled down on the floor, light reflecting off its metal can.
“…what the fuck?”
“Son of a bitch! Who did that?!”
“Come out!”
The men clamored towards the alley’s dark shadowy figure, baring their teeth. Yet the shadow still didn’t move, facing the threat as if he didn’t give two shits.
Only Sango was the first to notice anything out of the ordinary. The man standing in front of her fell onto the floor, foaming by the mouth.
She surprisingly lifted her head up and glanced towards the alleyway.
Under the weak luminance of the streetlamp, she noticed his broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and she could even feel his hidden amusment in this situation.
After a while, the men realized there was a casualty and gathered around their fallen mate.
“Hey, wake up! What are you doing?!” someone asked and slapped his face, out of eagerness to rescue a friend or taking advantage to exact revenge we don’t exactly know.
“Is he asleep, or did he faint?!”
“Faint?”
Everyone’s gaze turned towards the fallen beer can. Their expressions, which were once violent, slowly evolved into a cautious gaze.
One of the more courageous men straightened up and deliberately put on a fierce expression, yelling at the shadow, “Motherfucker, you want to be the hero and save this women? Right?!” He opened his mouth and roared. The only thing he was missing now was a lion’s mane. “Well I’m telling you right now, this woman is ours, so you would be smart to get the fuck—”
WHACK!
Another beer can flew at him, hitting the target straight on.
In the middle of his speech, the man bit into the beer can and neatly fell down onto the first man, making a nice pile.
The men already lost two of their comrads, the rest of the members have already started to escape. Their surviving instinct dominated everything, and they didn’t even glance back at their injured friend as they ran with their tails tucked beneath their legs.
Sango couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
Steady footsteps started coming towards her.
His shadow enveloped her.
Sango lifted her head up and saw a pair of violet eyes staring back at her.
The man’s eyes, even in the darkness, still lit up the alley while the rest of his facial features were hidden among the shadows. He was tall and robust with wide shoulders as thick as a wall. He needed to lean down a little so that she didn’t have to glance upwards.
“Miss, are you alright?” Miroku asked, his voice soft, trying not to scare this seemingly delicate woman.
Sango hiccuped. “I’m good”
“Do you need me to send you to the hospital or the police station?” He politely asked, his tone gentle and calming, without the slightest threat.
“No need,” she waved her hands. “I’m just peachy.”
Unexpectedly, such a wave brought her skinny stilletos to wobble a little and her seemingly graceful body dangled precariously forward…
He was so agile, easily catching her in his powerful arms, encircling her tiny waist.
“Ahhh…Oh!”
His male scent and warm body transfered the warmth through her cocktail dress like an invisible net, surrounding her whole body. At that moment, it seemed like the cool night’s temperature seemed to increase. She instinctively reached out to cling to this strong support, unintentionally leaning closer towards him, thus seeing his appearance more closely.
This man…is surprisingly good looking!
She was already bolder than the normal woman and combined with the alcohol she consumed, she was even more uninhibited. Sango squinted her eyes and pushed her little face forwards almost touching his nose and unhibitedly admired his looks.
His eyebrows were thick and as black as ink, his nose straight, his lips held a tiny smile, which were all offset by those curiously violet eyes. His eyes were gentle and courteous, but underneath all that hid something mysterious that further added to his charm. Underneath the simple black t-shirt and his beaded necklace, his firm solid outline was clear. His strong muscles seemed like it was steel wrapped in a blanket of velvet, although masculine, but no hidden threat behind it.
He is actually really nice lookin' man!
So Buddah is still looking out for her, huh!
“And I thought all the good men have died.” Sango sighed, eternally thanking Buddah. “I never thought there would still be one left.” She never would’ve expected that in this time and year, that there are still men left who are so chivalrous.
Miroku smiled and wordlessly helped her stand.
She suddenly thought of something and frowned, grabbing him by the collar forcing him to look at her, her face skeptical and asks, “Are you married?”
“No.”
She breathed a sigh of relieft.
“I also thought that all the hotties were either gay or married. I cannot believe I picked up one.” She looked up and flashed him a brilliant smile. Grabbing his arm without any explanation, she started to walk out the alley. “Come come, I’m going to reward you for your good deed! I’ll buy you a drink!”
The late night streets of Tokyo still had numerous people and cars bustling around on a Saturday night.
She didn’t even ask whether he was willing, dragged her hero several blocks and coincidentally saw a building with a waiter in a white uniform respectfully bowing and sending a couple home for the night. The wall behind the door had a bronze sign engraved with some foreign words.
Ooooh, they must have something to drink here!
Sango walked towards the building with large steps, opened the door without even glancing at the waiter and was welcomed with soft and pleasant piano bar music trickling out.
The lighting was dark and created a warm atmosphere and on every table there were candles that smelled like peaches and cream.
The waiter seated them and was just about politely ask Sango what she would like when she interrupted him.
“Do you have any alcohol?”
The waiter, slightly stunned, just nodded.
“Good.” She nodded delightedly. “Give me a Long Island Iced Tea”
During the reception, she had already had a nice amount of alcohol in her system. Yet for some strange reason, she still felt thirsty and needed something icy and cool down her throat.
She lounged lazily on the sofa and looked at her “hero”.
“What’s your name?” she asked, and then waved her hands dismissing the question, “Never mind, names aren’t important.”
Miroku smiled. “Well what is important?” He has never met a more interesting woman in his life.
She grabbed the drink in the waiter’s hands and slammed it on the table. “Of course its this!” The drink sloshed around in the cup, spilling some of its contents. She was like a kitty, her pink tongue licking the side of the cup. “Drink up! It’s my treat!”
“Don’t drink too much.” he politely reminded her, his tall lean body making the sofa seem smaller than it really was.
“Please, my alcohol tolerance is ah-mazing. I just went to a wedding and polished off two bottles of red wine!” She giggled, and then mysteriously went a little closer and whispered, “Do you want to know whose wedding I attended?”
He didn’t answer, just shook his head and looked on interestedly.
“My ex-boyfriend!” Sango announced and drank the last of the drink. Her creamy skin because of the alcohol, was tinted pink.
“That guy actually married her because he got her pregnant!” she angrily shouted at a loud volume, attracting other people’s attention and even the graceful piano player played a few wrong notes.
Seeing him only holding his drink and not planning on drinking it, she held out her hands and grabbed the drink and downed it. “He broke up with me 2 months ago, and now his new blushing bride is fucking 3 months pregnant. Let me ask you something, is he cheating?! is he? is he? IS HE?! Tell me! TELL ME!” She used the interrogation techniques police used on criminals, shaking him by the collar.
Seeing her drink was empty, she yelled, “Where’s the wine? Send over two bottles!”
The waiter didn’t dare to be even one step behind, nodding furiously, afraid that this little lady will scare away all the customers. And the remaining customers, afraid of her causing a scene, slowly moved to other tables to give these two more privacy.
Only poor Miroku, caught by the collar, had no means of escape.
“It was I who broke up with him, not me!” Half drunk, she didn’t fail to forget to mention this point. “He said my temper was terrible, said I wasn’t gentle and loving enough! It’s the 21st Century for crying out loud, I am a ‘new age’ woman. I’m not going to hole up in my room to sew socks for him!”
Two more cups of wine were brought to the table, and being thirsty after that rant, she once again downed the entire cup.
“Men!” she ranted, “are all filthy pigs!” She threw away her wine cup, her eyes throwing daggers towards all the men in the room, then started to turn around and walk out.
Miroku at this time, abruptly held her bag, his hands circling her tiny wrist. He cleverly manuvered so that she was effectively held in her place, yet it didn’t hurt.
“I’m the exception.” His eyes dancing with laughter. His body warmth, his expression, his smile, and his violet eyes, all further strengthened his argument.
Sango opened her eyes wide and looked at him. Curiously, she was burning up with anger, yet looking at this man, the fire dimmed a little.
“Ok…fine, you’re the exception.” She was persuaded, and sat down on the sofa. Lifting her glass, she toasted, “But all the other men are assholes!”
She finished that cup and then slammed the glass back down on the table. “Especially that cold blooded, no heart, no brains, and no technique asshole!”
“Technique?” He asked politely.
“Yes, technique. That asshole didn’t have any techniques yet he dared place the blame on ME?!” She angrily pointed at herself, yelling, “ME! Sango?! I wrote sex scenes more than he has eaten sushi, yet he dared said my I didn’t have any skills when we made out?! Is he for real?!”
And because of her unwillingness to cooperate, it was at this point he decided to find another more willing participant.
The more Sango thought about it, the angrier she became.
Her technique?
HER technique?
“Let me tell you, the problem was not ME” she angrily exclaims and grabbed Miroku’s shirt collar. “You don’t belive me? You don’t?”
Miroku chuckled, “No, I just —”
His chuckle offended her tremendously.
An angered Sango used the most direct way possible and pounced towards him, unpolitely kissing him to confirm his suspicions.
The world became still.
The piano music, the people, all disappeared. She used all her strength to concentrate on kissing him. After a long while, she finally peeled her lips off him.
“Tell me! What do you think, huh?! Is my technique not good enough? Tell me!” Sango asked hurridly, wanting to know her grade, and couldn’t help but lick her lips.
His taste was surprisingly good.
His violet eyes were burning. Miroku lifted his head and glanced at the woman in his arms. His expression and tone of voice did not change, and he was still as calm and collected as before.
“That wasn’t really clear to me,” having a strong spirit of experimentation and giving her positive advice, “I suggest we try again so that I can have a better grasp.”
She was pleased to obey.
Her soft hands encircled his neck, effectively pulling him closer. She slowly teased and tempted his lips, at first nibbling, and shy, then kissing more deeply and passionately.
She spent a lot more time on this kiss, and when she moved away, she actually had some trouble breathing.
“So?” Sango impatiently asked.
His eyes were warm.
“Not bad, but you still have room for improvement.”
“Oh?” She was disappointed.
Only not bad? But she felt like it was the best kiss of her life!
A warm breath breathed into her creamy neck and whispered into her ear, “Let me show you how it’s done.” His gruff male voice made her inexplicably shudder.
Then, he kissed her.
At first, it was soft lips, then it was hard teeth, then it was his tongue. His tongue, so nimble and overbearing tempted her and explored her tiny mouth’s most sensitive places. Every move provoked her nerves and her toes curled involuntarily at the sensation.
She almost melted, and after he finished kissing her, she issued protests, her half lidded eyes craving his touch like a hungry kitty.
There was no way any man could resist this temptation.
“And,” Miroku said while rubbing against her lips, and using a deep voice said, “This will be better.” He kissed her again.
Sango has never had such a hot lesson in her life.
She never thought a simple kiss will evoke such magical feelings. The kiss was so passionate that it seemed like they weren’t kissing, rather they were…
“I’m sorry,” a cold voice said through the hazy fog. His warm lips disappeared and Sango reluctantly opened her eyes. “Sorry to bother you two, but its closing time.”
Closing?
Sango looked up and glared at this waiter, steaming at his unwelcome visit.
“What do you mean closing time? It’s only…what?”
The waiter remained calm. “Three in the morning.”
“It’s only three!” She complained.
“Yes, it’s already three,” the waiter politely replied.
Ugh, how did time fly by so fast? She felt like they had just sat down not long ago!
Sango snorted unladylike, and wobbly stood up and started walking towards the exit, not forgetting to announce, “Closing so early, I haven’t even had enough to drink! Let’s go, we’ll go to another place to drink!”
Finishing her declaration and not even bothering to look to see if Miroku follows, her slender figure, like the wind, wobbly pushed open the door and left the piano bar.
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