InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Making the Grade ❯ Food for Thought ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I'm creative enough to invent these characters myself? Didn't think so…

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

 

 

Food for Thought

 

 

 

 

Finally, it was time for her lunch break!

 

Sango didn't know if she could have handled much more of her students. I mean, was it really so much to ask of them?

 

Just move your feet and hit the ball if it comes to you. You didn't even have to concentrate that hard, just move.

 

Overall, though, it had gone about as well as she had suspected it would.

 

She wondered what hour she'd have Kohaku, since gym was required in ninth grade. At least she knew he'd attempt what she asked.

 

Sighing, Sango looked herself over in the bathroom mirror. She really didn't feel like changing back into her `professional' outfit now that she was covered in sweat.

 

Besides, she had another class after lunch, so it'd be rather pointless to have to change twice.

 

Combing back a few stray hairs, she headed out in search of the cafeteria. If she was lucky, she'd be able to find the lounge again.

 

And if Kami was smiling down on her, she'd manage to avoid a certain lecher for the remainder of the day.

 

Just to be safe, she said a quick prayer.

 

 

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“Are you in here Yash?”

 

Kagome stuck her head in his classroom, hoping to spot him. No such luck.

 

“Hey, Inuyasha? Are you in here?”

 

She grumbled to herself, “He better not have left without me.”

 

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her waist, and she found her back solidly connecting with a well-defined chest.

 

“AGH!” Kagome let out a shriek.

 

“Jeez Kags, relax! It's only me.”

 

She could feel his breath on her neck. She shivered slightly.

 

“Jerk! You can't just go around grabbing people! What if it wasn't me!?”

 

She turned around in his arms to poke him in the chest.

 

He just stared at her with his eyebrow cocked.

 

“Wench, do you honestly think I'm dumb enough to mistake someone else for you? I think I know what my girlfriend looks like from behind.”

 

Kagome blushed. So, it had been a stupid accusation, but the wench comment was unnecessary.

 

“Inuyasha, what have I told you about language!”

 

The aforementioned just rolled his eyes.

 

“Was there something you wanted…..wench?”

 

Kagome humphed, “We were going to go out for lunch, remember?”

 

Inuyasha just grinned down at her as his arms tightened around her waist.

 

“Suddenly, I'm not that hungry anymore.” He leaned in to kiss her.

 

She moved her head to the side, “But I am.”

 

He was quickly losing his patience. She'd been so busy going on about that new teacher, that she'd ignored him for the morning.

 

“Come on. I promise to take you out for a really big dinner tonight.”

 

She narrowed her eyes, “Are you saying I eat a lot? How dare you call me fat!?”

 

He captured her mouth with his, successfully avoiding that argument for the moment. She gave in, all thoughts of food gone.

 

 

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Miroku sat `patiently' on one of the sofas in the teacher's lounge.

 

Every few seconds, he'd change his position, tapping his fingers on the coffee table, and bouncing his leg up and down.

 

He sighed for the twentieth time. Where was she?

 

He knew she'd come to the lounge eventually. From what he'd heard, it was the only place the poor girl could actually find.

 

He grinned just thinking about her. Ah, the quality time they had spent together this morning.

 

She looked radiant with her pale skin ablaze in fury. If he hadn't been scared shitless, he would have taken more time to admire the way her brown eyes shone from a fire deep within. He could have sworn he saw is reflection in them.

 

Her body was displayed perfectly in that little gym outfit. He drooled in remembrance.

 

What would it feel like to hold that unimaginably gorgeous woman in his arms?

 

She had curves in all the right places. Her well-sculpted hips blended with her tiny waist. He wondered how it would feel to rest his hands on those hips.

 

The flat plane of her stomach gave way to her voluptuous breasts. He wanted to palm them so bad it hurt.

 

He wondered how Sango would react if he suggested she try out to be a lingerie model.

 

Thinking back on the ten minutes it took to dig himself out from under gym equipment, he figured it was better not to ask.

 

Despite what people, namely Inuyasha, said, he wasn't stupid.

 

He knew it would take a lot of effort to break down Sango's defenses. But, he was confident she would come around, once she realized what a catch he was.

 

In the past, he'd had women lash out at him when he used his `cursed' hand. Never before had one hit him with so much passion. His beautiful Sango pelted him like she meant it, and he didn't doubt for a second that she did.

 

But, why?

 

It couldn't be him personally, that was just unthinkable. No, Sango couldn't have any grudges against him. It had to be something else.

 

So, why then was there so much force behind her hand? Surely, a woman of her magnitude was used to men making passes at her.

 

Was that why? Because she was tired of always being hit on?

 

He found himself frowning. That thought didn't sit well with him. He didn't want to think of any other man coming near the wonderful Ms. Taijiya.

 

Now that he had his sights set on her, he would do everything in his power to win her over.

 

Sango might not know it yet, but she was going to fall for him.

 

If there was anything Miroku Houshi wasn't, it was a quitter.

 

Miroku was so wrapped up in his musings that he didn't notice the female enter the room.

 

Which is to say, that he was very, very deep in thought.

 

 

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Sango was beaming with pride.

 

Not only had it only taken her ten minutes to find the lunch room, but she was now standing in front of the lounge door.

 

Mission accomplished!

 

She edged open the door with her right side while balancing her tray on her other hand.

 

Upon entering the room her full-blown smile was replaced with a glower.

 

Her eye twitched as her glare fell on the one man she had seen too many times in this life time.

 

She cleared her throat; no reaction.

 

She took a step closer and tried again, this time a little louder.

 

Still nothing. It was like Miroku was in a daze. He was completely unaware of her presence.

 

She idly wondered if she'd be able to eat and leave without him noticing.

 

Cautiously watching him, she made her way to the couch across from him and seated herself.

 

Okay, he hadn't blinked in the past minute, and it was really starting to freak her out.

 

What was it with this weirdo?

 

She had to have beaten him sufficiently by now, right?

 

So, why didn't he just back off? Most guys did after one slap.

 

He must be extremely dense. That, or terribly cocky, neither of which Sango wanted in a man.

 

She imagined her dream guy to have soft eyes. He'd be a complete gentleman who never stepped over the line. A man who didn't challenge her.

 

Sango liked feeling in control. It was the only way she'd been able to stay sane these last few years.

 

But, chancing a look at the Science teacher across from her, she had to admit he was attractive.

 

Ack! Where did that come from!?

 

Sango mentally smacked herself. There was NO way she was going to get involved with a guy like him!

 

She wrinkled her nose as a picture of their imaginary relationship filtered through her defenses.

 

They'd be out in public, walking along the street holding hands.

 

A pretty girl would walk by, and he'd ditch her to run to the other girl.

 

The lech would probably ask her to bare his children.

 

Her cheeks flushed as she remembered him asking her the infamous question earlier.

 

Then she'd just end up knocking him unconscious. Sounded absolutely wonderful. Not!

 

No, he wasn't her type. Never in a million years would she go for a guy like Miroku.

 

At least, that's what she had to keep telling herself.

 

 

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About three minutes after Sango entered the room, Miroku woke from his stupor.

 

She seemed deep in thought.

 

Her lunch sat untouched.

 

He had the urge to go over and feel her up. Lucky for him, he restrained the urge.

 

Instead, he settled for watching her intently.

 

He was dying to know what she was thinking about. A small part of him hoped he was among them.

 

For a silent moment, he was able to just gaze at her without fear of retribution.

 

A gleam entered his eyes when he noticed she was still wearing that ridiculously small exercise outfit.

 

Giving into his urges, he crossed the small space to her and sat down.

 

Leaning in, he breathed into her ear, “Good afternoon, my fair Sango.”

 

He moved his face just in time to keep from being whacked as Sango jumped nearly a foot in the air.

 

He smirked.

 

Oh the fun he'd have with this girl.

 

“Sango, would you be so kind as to answer this humble man's question?”

 

Here goes nothing…..

 

 

 

 

A/N: OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry I've taken so long to update!!! Semester finals and the holidays took over my life. Once I got over that I became sick and was injured. I'll make it up to you! Thank you so much to my readers and reviewers! I love you guys! <(* -*)> *sparkly eyes*