InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Making the Grade ❯ Short Shorts and Target Practice ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3

Short Shorts and Target Practice

Half an hour and multiple bruises later, the four teachers parted to their respective classrooms.

"Good luck on your first day Sango!" Kagome called as they separated.

Sango smiled slightly to herself. She was slightly nervous, though she'd never admit it. She had no idea what kind of kids she'd be teaching. Would there be a couple natural athletes, or would the majority have to be bribed into class participation?

No matter, she'd be the best damn teacher this place had ever seen. With her head held high, Sango entered the gymnasium she'd finally located.

Roughly ten minutes later, students began pooling into the gym.

Sango had exchanged her skirt, blouse, and heals for a pair of shorts and a sports tank. She felt more like herself in her worn out sneakers with her hair in a high ponytail. Not that she thought she looked bad dressed up, it's just that pantyhose bugged the shit out of her.

When she was sure everyone who would show up was there, she checked her clipboard for names. She wasn't surprised to see some of Tokyo's most successful surnames. Huh, she hoped they didn't think she'd be easy on them just because they had extra cash behind their names. If they wanted an A, they'd have to earn it.

"Alright everyone, settle down. I'm Sango Taijiya, and I'll be teaching you a variety of athletic activities, including swimming, archery, and self defense."

Looking around, she could tell who enjoyed exercise and who didn't by their smiles or grumbles.

"Ok, everyone go change into your gym uniforms and be back in here within ten minutes."

So far, so good. She just hoped nobody tried to sue her if they broke a nail.

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Daydreams filled a certain lech's head. Daydreams of a certain raven haired teacher with a fist of steel. The woman was like an Amazon warrior. A goddess sent from Kami just for him. He'd never met a girl quite like her, and he'd met a lot of women.

Everything about her intrigued him to no end. For the first time, he was actually curios enough to get to know her, not just have a fling. Where was she from? What kind of things made her laugh? How the hell did she get to be so strong? He rubbed his bruised cheek in remembrance.

He liked a woman who was independent. He could tell Sango had a fire burning deep within her soul. A fire he itched to warm himself with. Ok, so not all his thoughts revolved around befriending her. He had to admit he was pretty damned attracted to her.

Miroku sighed and ran his hand through his short hair. What would her hair feel like? Would it be as silky as it looked? Damn! He needed to concentrate on something other than the beauty all the way over in the other wing.

Luckily, the first few students for his next class began to filter in.

He prepared himself for the day's lecture and got his materials in order.

Perhaps he'd grace her with a visit later. Yes, a little visit sounded nice. He grinned to himself. Oh, today was going to go his way.

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Well, the first hour was over. Thank Kami. Quite a few of the boys and a couple girls had risen to her challenge to participate and show some effort. Most hadn't. Too many of the girls were too concerned with how they looked.

She also contemplated who had selected the girls' uniforms. How could the school seriously think that you could move freely in short shorts and miniscule tank tops? I mean, Sango had somewhat short shorts, but she could still bend over and not flash her backside. At least the boys' shorts came to their knees. Maybe she could convince the administrators to buy some more for the females.

As her next class filed in, she groaned inwardly. They looked like the same as the previous. There was a particular group of six gossipy girls that she knew would be trouble. She was pretty sure they'd rather flirt and flip their hair than run laps. She smirked. Too damn bad for them that she was in charge.

"Ok everyone, I want you to do fifteen push-ups and sit-ups, twenty jumping jacks, stretch completely, then run three laps around the gym."

She decided she'd go easy on them the first day. Besides, the gym was pretty large and it would be cruel to wear them out with laps before they could enjoy the day's planned sport.

At least half the students openly gaped at her. Was she crazy!? Did she actually expect them to break a sweat? Apparently, she did.

Sango held her ground firmly.

"Well, get going before I change it to five laps."

That spurred them to get their asses in motion. It was about time, too. Nobody would get Sango to back down.

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His last class had ended five minutes early, thanks to an overly anxious teacher. Namely, himself. Miroku hurried down the hall, his black polished dress shoes soundlessly carrying him toward the woman who'd plagued his thoughts all morning.

Despite the insignificant mishap in the teacher's lounge, he was certain she'd be overjoyed to see him. After all, he was suave and charming enough to cause even the toughest woman to swoon. He just hoped she wouldn't pass out from excitement in front of her class, it would be embarrassing.

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A thin girl with short blonde hair squeaked and dodged the volleyball that came soaring over the net right to her. She would have had the perfect shot if she hadn't fled.

"Miriam, when the ball comes to you, you have to actually hit it." Sango ground out.

The petite blonde glared at her.

"I just had my nails done, and I don't want to risking one breaking off." She pouted.

"Better your nail being hit than your face. Your nail grows back, you nose doesn't."

Apparently, the girl had nothing to say to that. Well, nothing she could say to a teacher.

Sango's temporary triumph was short lived, though. Who should burst in at that moment, but none other than Mr. Houshi himself.

Dear Kami! What did the guy want now? Hadn't she made it crystal clear in the lounge exactly what she thought of him and his wandering hand? Obviously, the hint went right over his head.

"Everyone continue playing, and this time you have to keep score!"

"Well, what can I do for you Mr. Houshi?" Sango asked with forced politeness.

"Oh, I could name a couple things to start with, Sango."

He winked at her suggestively.

Ok, that was not going to be tolerated.

"You know damn well that's not what I meant, MR. HOUSHI."

She had a death grip on her clipboard and her knuckles were turning white.

Too bad Miroku was too busy drooling over her long luscious legs to notice her building fury.

"Sango, I must admit you look stunning in those booty shorts, if I may say so."

His eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of her; sweat glistening on her body barely covered by her gym clothes.

"Let's get a couple things straight here. One, these are NOT booty shorts. Two, you may certainly NOT say so. And third, it's MS. TAIJIYA to you!"

"My sincerest apologies, my fair lady."

He knelt and kissed her hand. It gave her better access to his head.

She did what any sensible woman would have done; she smashed her solid clipboard on his cranium.

"Ack! Sango, my darling! What was that for?"

"I'm not your darling you perv! Get out of my classroom!"

"But…"

He never had a chance to protest because he was bombarded with anything Sango could reach to throw at him.

Volleyballs, tennis shoes, more clipboards, and hockey sticks assaulted him.

She had an aim that was dead on.

He shrieked as he was buried alive beneath a pile of athletic equipment.

He didn't know if he'd be able to walk straight for a few days.

Sango ignored the poor man in obvious pain and danger of suffocation.

"Damnit Miriam! You have to hit the ball when it comes to you!"

A/N: That's all for today folks! I know this chapter was all Sango/Miroku. That's cuz they're the main couple. Don't worry though, Inu/Kag will come back next chapter. So stay tuned! THANKS!!! R & R Please!!! ~^-^~