InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If Only You Knew ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: Whoa, ok so I know it's been a while so I won't delay your reading any further.

 

 

Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi

 

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Chapter 3

 

Normally Friday was a day to rejoice. It was the end of another week during which teachers have succeeded in driving their student into the ground. It was a chance for the students of Shikon High School to plan their weekends, starting with Friday night. This Friday in particular was the only thing on anyone's mind. Kagura's parties were legendary around the school. Eager freshmen eavesdropped on the upperclassmen's accounts of previous parties and excited seniors discussed what to bring, what to wear and who will and won't be there. All of them except for one.

 

 

Sango was sitting in the library at her favorite table, perusing an ancient looking textbook on Feudal Japan. She was so engrossed in the text that she failed to notice that a shadow had fallen over her table. Only when she was forced to get up and retrieve a magnifying glass to read a particularly small insert of text did she notice that she was not alone.

 

 

“Miroku? What are you doing here?” Sango was genuinely perplexed as to why Miroku would be in the library. Sango checked her watch. Fourth period was just about over which meant that the freshmen P.E. period was ending. This was usually a prime opportunity for Miroku to get physically abused by the freshman girls as they made their way to the locker room. So why was he here?

 

 

“My dear Sango, how it hurts me to see that you are so shocked at my decision to come to the library. Is it not a room in which one can enrich oneself? I am merely here for just that purpose. I was just on my way to the History of Fine Arts section when your devastating beauty stopped me in my tracks.

 

 

Sango fought down the blush that was threatening to overtake her cheeks in favor of glaring at the boy before her. His expression of mock hurt only served to annoy her further. There was only one reason that he would dare venture into the library, although his excuse about going into the History of Fine Arts section was entirely likely. But it stopped there since Sango knew for a fact that Miroku, being the art addict that he is, has every single volume of the books in that section as well as their revised editions. There's a girl somewhere in the library, most likely somewhere in that very section. Sango sighed and looked around.

 

 

`So that's her,' she thought as she spotted a girl strolling though the aisle a little ways away. She vaguely remembered her name being Ayame. She'd seen her around the track watching Kouga, her boyfriend, practice pole vaulting. When she wasn't hanging around the track, she was instructing the younger students in her afternoon Judo class.

 

 

`He should have fun with that one,' Sango smirked as she turned back to Miroku. “Well, don't let me keep you from your, uh, books.”

 

 

“You've always understood my need to further expand my horizons,' Miroku said with a smile.

 

 

Sango sighed. `I seem to be doing a lot of that lately,' she thought as she turned back to her book. `Maybe I should've warned him about Ayame…'

 

 

Sango soon learned that she had no need to do so as she heard a particularly loud thud followed by a very pissed looking girl storming out of the library.

 

 

`Looks like it's time for damage control.' Sango made her way into the aisle that Miroku had disappeared into and had an extremely hard time controlling her laughter as she took in the sight below her.

 

 

There lay Miroku, unconscious and partially buried under a set of tomes almost as think as they are wide. Sango took a moment to fully appreciate Miroku's appearance as he was dead to the world on the floor. Aside from the rapidly purpling bruise on his temple, he made a truly beautiful sight. His closed eyes gave him such a peaceful look as they lay on his cheeks ever so delicately.

 

 

“Damn you and your good looks you perv. Now up you go.” Lifting Miroku was no easy feat but Sango has had much practice so she was able to hoist him onto his feet, still completely knocked out, in one fluid motion.

 

 

Unbeknownst to Sango, Miroku was gaining consciousness and becoming quite aware of his surroundings. Including the fact that Sango's body was now pressed -quite nicely- into his.

 

 

Miroku struggled to keep himself and his hands in check as Sango dragged him to an unknown destination. However, he failed miserably and gave in to the oh-so-powerful temptation of groping Sango's rear. Once again he was on the floor and on his back staring up at the person for his current position.

 

 

“You ass! You could have told me that you were fine instead of having me lug you around,” Sango barely managed to keep her voice down to a strained whisper so she wouldn't get kicked out of the library.

 

 

“Ah Sango you are mistaken. I am not an ass, but I do, however, appreciate yours. Can you really fault me for that? I was simply enjoying the fact that you care enough for me that you wouldn't leave me on the ground. Although I can't complain now that I am down here since it allows me to appreciate you in a whole new way.” Miroku didn't bother to hide his leer as he took in the way Sango's long legs led up to her hips which tapered into her waist and blossomed into her ample bosom.

 

 

As he was admiring Sango from his vantage point, he failed to notice the faint twitch in her left eyebrow.

 

 

-THUMP-

 

 

“When will he ever learn?” Sango gathered all of her books, save for the one she dropped on Miroku's head, and left the library to study elsewhere.

 

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Lunch seemed noisier than usual due to everyone's excited chatter about the upcoming party.

 

 

“I heard Naraku is going to be there too!”

 

 

“No way! Isn't he Kagura's older brother? I heard that those two got into all kinds of trouble when he was still here. And now he's like, the most famous, youngest, hottest heartthrob ever! He's like, god in the business world! Are you sure he'll be there?”

 

 

“Oh come on, he's like way out of our league. Why would he want to come to a high school party when he's got access to all the all of the A-list parties around the world!”

 

“That may be true but you know that he always makes an appearance at his baby sister's annual all-school bash. It's bound to be huge if he's there. I wonder if he's as hot in person as he in the centerfolds…”

 

 

Sango shook her head as she passed by the group of twittering girls. She couldn't fathom how anyone could possibly find Naraku attractive. Sure, he was the youngest multimillionaire, at the age of twenty-two, but money didn't make the man. Sango remembered when Naraku still attended Shikon High, two years ago, and how he always seemed to have a creepy aura about him.

 

 

Sango shivered as she recalled his presence in the school. `As long as he's not there, I suppose it won't be too bad…maybe I can get out of going.'

 

 

All thoughts of not attending the party were forcefully removed from Sango's head as her arm was suddenly grabbed and used to drag her into a seat.

 

 

“Whoa, what's the rush? I just got here!”

 

 

“Yes, I know that, but by the way you were spacing out I had to make sure you sat next to me. We have much to discuss as you must know.” Kagome was madly sorting through what looked like polaroids of several outfits that Sango has worn over the years.

 

 

“What are those for? Are you putting together a scrapbook of some kind that I don't know about?” Sango looked on, mildly interested, as she munched on her ham sandwich.

 

 

“These,” Kagome said, while brandishing a few recent pictures, “are for us to help figure out what you're going to wear tonight. Now I've taken the liberty of gathering all of the pictures that I have of you from the past few years and narrowing each outfit worn in each picture down to the ones that I think look best on you. I've also noticed—“

 

 

“Kagome, give the girl time to breathe! Jeez, don't you think that she might want to pick out her clothes herself?” Inuyasha took pity on the horrified look that Sango was shooting Kagome's way at the prospect of analyzing each and every article of clothing she had to figure out what she would wear for only a few hours.

 

 

“But Inuyasha, this is an important night for Sango! She never agrees to go to any of the many social gatherings held by the elite of our school and now that she finally has, I simply want to make sure that she looks her best on this monumental occasion. And besides, it's so much fun to get dressed up! Don't you agree?” Kagome turned to Sango who was determinedly staying out of the conversation by hiding her face in yet another textbook.

 

 

“I agree with Inuyasha,” Miroku's voice floated into the conversation as he seemingly appeared from nowhere, taking a seat right next to Sango. “I think that you should let her choose to wear whatever she wants. There will be no complaints from me since I think you look stunning in whatever you choose to adorn your heavenly body with,” he said as he winked at Sango.

 

 

“Oh hush, don't try to flatter me with your lame come-ons. I still remember what you did earlier today, and to tell the truth I'd hoped you'd still be unconscious. However, we can't all get what we want.” Sango turned to Kagome. “With that being said, I assume that whether I say yes or no, you'll still show up at my house later today to find something for me to wear.” Kagome only smiled innocently as she went back to arranging the pictures.

 

 

“What time should I expect you over?”

 

 

“I'd say around 5ish.”

 

 

“Ok, I'll see you then.” Sango gathered her things as she wondered what exactly she was getting herself into.

 

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A/N: Alright! So that was a long one to make up for my sudden disappearance. Review please!

 

~gasm