InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If Only You Knew ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

A/N: Hello all! I have returned with yet another chapter for your reading pleasure! I'm going to try to update as quickly as possible but things are getting really busy for me at the moment so I'm not exactly sure how I'll write/update on a regular basis. Happy reading.

 

 

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Sango was going to drop kick whoever thought it was a good idea to make the simple task of running into a competitive sport. If she could even lift her legs. It was only the fourth day of practice and she felt like it was time for the end of season championship. Coach Ironman (as he was nicknamed) decided that Sango's height could be a huge asset to the team. So he sent her to high jump, long jump and pole vault. And Sango plotted all the different ways she could kill him slowly and painfully as she sat on her couch with ice packs on her thighs and a pillow on her stomach.

 

 

“I understand why my legs feel as though they've been bludgeoned with a sledge hammer, but I never thought that my abs would ache so much,” she thought while flipping through her massive history textbook.

 

 

As she tried to locate the text to answer the impossible amount of questions she'd been assigned, the phone rang.

 

 

“Thank you for calling the International House of Pancakes, where you come hungry and leave happy. How may I help you?”

 

 

“Sango it's me, Kagome. Why can't you ever answer the phone like a normal person?”

 

 

“It feeds my warped sense of humor. What's up?”

 

 

“Are you doing anything Friday night?”

 

 

“Aside from practice, I don't really have anything set up. What's going on?” Sango asked warily. She could practically feel the heavily restrained excitement radiating from Kagome through the phone and immediately regretted telling her best friend of her availability. There was a party.

 

 

“Oh that's great, now you can come with us to Kagura's party! Everyone is going to be there.”

 

 

Sango sighed. “Kagome, darling, I will tell you the same thing that I've been telling you for three years; I don't do parties. More specifically, high school parties, where it's just an excuse for a mob of horny teens to get drunk and use the nearest body as a humping post.”

 

 

Kagome rolled her eyes at her friend's opinion of a party. Sango didn't know what she was missing. Sure, she was right about the drunken horniness but that didn't mean she had to be either of those to have fun. It was more of an opportunity to hang out with friends, and there was certainly nothing wrong with that.

 

 

“Oh Sango, my love, how I pity thee for thinking ill of that which you have yet to experience. Ah, but speaking of horny teens, Miroku is going to be there,” Kagome smirked to herself. She knew that Sango would go since the love of her life would be there.

 

 

“Oh course he'll be there. The best way for him to thoroughly molest the oblivious freshman girls is to gain their dubious consent under the influence.” Sango knew that this was going to be Miroku's main focus.

 

 

`But if I go to the party would there be a chance to finally get him to myself? Nah! Why would he want to hang around me all night when there are so many other new prospects? I don't even know how to dance.' Okay, so that wasn't true, but no one needed to know that.

 

 

“Oh don't pretend as though you don't want him,” Kagome teased. “I've seen the way you practically drool over him,”

 

 

“I do no such thing! And I'll have you know that I only want him to cease in his lecherous behavior.”

 

 

“So that he can propose to you,” came Kagome's matter-of-fact reply.

 

 

“Yes, so that he can- KAGOME!!”

 

 

“Sango, screeching over the phone is quite unbecoming. So I'll pick you up on Friday at 8pm.”

 

 

“Wait, what?! I haven't even agreed to go!” The only response Sango got was a dial tone.

 

 

“Damn her!” Was the shout that echoed through the empty house. “Well I might as well go. Hm…what am I going to wear?”

 

 

+++Meanwhile at Inuyasha's House+++

 

 

“Oh come on Miroku, what are you waiting for?” Inuyasha was beyond irritated by this point. “Just ask her and be done with it?”

 

 

“I've told you over and over again, Inuyasha; I'm waiting for the right situation. The right setting. The right time.” Miroku was just as frustrated himself. Inuyasha couldn't seem to understand that one cannot simply grab a girl and say `you and I are going on a date' without giving her a say in the matter.

 

 

There is an art to wooing a woman and getting her to appreciate a romantic guy such as himself. It all started with timing.

 

 

“And before you know it, you'll have run out of time. A girl like Sango doesn't stay on the market forever, you know. If it weren't for the fact that I already have Kagome, I'd have made her my girlfriend ages ago.”

 

 

“I highly doubt that she would appreciate the demand of a first date without actually telling you whether she agrees to it or not,” Miroku stated dryly.

 

 

“It wasn't a demand when I asked Kagome. It was merely a statement that she just happened to agree with. Quite enthusiastically if I might add. So don't try to knock my methods when they just so happened to bring me the queen of my empire.”

 

 

“Be that as it may, it still won't help to bring me mine. Sango is like a night blooming Jasmine flower. Too long has she gone in the sunlight, closed up and forced to hide her beauty from the world. But I am her moon and I plan to help her to blossom into the most beautiful creature that nature has seen.”

 

 

Inuaysha nearly retched as his best friend took on that far away dreamy expression. He sighed at the lovesick youth before him.

 

 

“Well if you're really that eager to be her moon or whatever, then tell her at Kagura's party on Friday. She's bound to be there if Kagome has anything to say about it.”

 

 

“Hm…I' hadn't thought of that (*snort* of course you didn't). Well if that's the case, then this Friday night, Sango will be the mother of my children at last!” Anything else that included Miroku's triumphant fist pump or his ramblings was quickly put to a stop as he was soon sprawled across the floor, unconscious. The likely suspect whistled as he made his way to the bathroom.