InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No. 2 ❯ No. 2 ( Chapter 1 )

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*Disclaimer* Poor little old me doesn't own Inuyasha. It belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Try to sue me and you might get *digs around pocket* a penny!


Another day of high school for me. Actually, it was the first day of my senior year. I was so glad that school was almost over except that college was lingering around the corner but to finish high school was going to be a big achievement for me. I spent all of last night getting my supplies together. Stuff like paper, folders, notebooks, pencils, etc. The school was supposed to supply our books when we got to class. Oh! Where are my manners? My name is Miroku. I am 17 years old and, from sources, can be quite the lecher. I only ask women to bear my children...and sometimes get a free feel but hey, I'm only male.

I was late for my first class. Bad thing was I was at school thirty minutes before the bell rang. My first class was Geometry. The teacher got on me for being late but she pardoned me since it was my first day and some of the other new students were having trouble finding their classes. It just so happened that there was a new student in my senior class and she was in Geometry with me. What luck? She was beautiful. Long brown hair tied in a ponytail, big brown eyes, slender body. What was even better was that the last seat was beside her and all for the taking. My taking. I helped myself to the seat and told her my name, exposing my best smile, but she never registered that I said anything. This wouldn't deter me though. Might as well get ready and copy notes off the board. I pulled out my notebook, pulled the textbook out of the cubby hole in my desk, and went to set about writing but I had forgotten to put my pencil pack into my bookbag this morning. I patted my pockets, just incase, and with no pencil there I tried my bag again hoping that a stray had fallen in there to save me from the wrath of my teacher whenever she found out I wasn't prepared for her class.

I sat back up, getting ready to play off the I was actually copying notes, when my eyes caught site of a freshly sharpened pencil lying on my notebook. I was surprised. I looked to the new girl beside me but she looked the same as when I told her my name. This time though she was furiously scribbling down notes from the board. I smiled softly, not expecting her to smile back, and went to look at the board. When I looked up the teacher was erasing the first two boards that she had written on. That looked like a lot of information on both boards that I had missed. Pulling myself out of my stupor I began to copy the notes on the third board before that one was erased. The rest of the class went by smoothly except that I had no idea what I was doing. I guess my first day of Geometry didn't go all that well. I packed up my belongings and turned to give the girl her pencil back. I extended it in front of her face and she gave me a questioning look.

"Don't you need that for the rest of your classes?"

That soft voice was like music to my ears. My intellegent response? I nodded dumbly. She gave me a small smile which made me tingle. No other woman I have asked to bear my children or groped has ever made me tingle. It was a good tingle too. Before I could collect myself she had pressed a page of her notes in my hand and took off for her next class. When I came back to reality I noticed it was the notes from the board that the teacher had erased before I had a chance to copy them. I also took notice to the name that was exquisitely written in the top right corner: Sango.

So the angel had a name to go with that soft voice of hers. It fit her perfectly. Her facial features also fit her name well. Perhaps I will see her in my other classes.

No such luck. My last five classes were Sango-less. This arrangement sucked. I would only be able to see that angel in one of my classes. As if to mirror my mood the weather turned sour and it started to rain after my sixth class. Perfect. I was more fortunate to have an umbrella in my bag, courtesy of my mother, instead of a pencil. As I was getting ready to walk home a flash of long, brown hair caught my eye. Upon further inspection I noticed it was Sango and she was looking gloomy. She was standing under one of the walkways, bookbag at her feet. I approached her and placed my hand on her shoulder. She jumped slightly and stared back at me. I asked her where she lived and was very surprised that she lived only two blocks from me. What luck? It was turning out to be my day after all. I unfolded my umbrella, placed it over my head, and extended my hand to her. She peered at me cautiously but took my hand anyway. And that was how we stayed all the way to her house. It was something special. A girl I had just met that morning for an hour, who gave me her pencil and notes, was walking hand-in-hand with me to her house, in the rain. I will never forget that day.

And I haven't forgotten a single detail of it...five years later. Yeah, that's right. That day happened five years ago and I'm 22 years old now and Sango is still my girlfriend. We officially started going out three months after we met each other that fateful morning. I haven't groped or asked any woman to bear my children but I occasionally do that stuff to Sango but I can only do it in private. Not that it matters if I did it in public. As long as she is by my side that's all that matters. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for that insignificant No. 2 pencil.