InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Songs for the Heart and Soul ❯ A Little Less Talk ( Chapter 1 )

This is my first Inu Yasha fanfic (Its AU) that I've uploaded on FF.net. I was listening to a whole mess load of Toby Keith songs and when “A little less talk and a lot more action” started playing, I figured…why the heck not make it into a Sango x Miroku songfic? I hope you all enjoy it!

Lots of love,

Minmay

 

A little less talk, and a lot more action.

 

 

 

He stuck his fingers in his ears for the umpteenth time that night. His girlfriend just would not shut up. No matter how many times he said he wasn't interested in her little “party” she was throwing for her friend; she didn't get it. He ground his in annoyance.

“Enough is enough, I'm leaving!” He yelled, grabbing his car keys and heading out the front door.

“Mi-Miroku? Honey, come back here! I wasn't done talking yet.” His girlfriend called after him. His response was a squealing of rubber on asphalt and a revved up engine.

 

 

I was getting kinda tired
Of her endless chatter
Nothing I could say
Ever seemed to matter
So I took a little drive
Just to clear my head

Miroku ripped down main street, thankful no cops spotted him. Off to the right he saw an all night pub. Flashing neon signs promoted beers of all kinds. “Perfect.” He said to no one in particular and pulled into the parking lot.

 

I saw a flashing neon up ahead
It looked like a place
To find some satisfaction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action

The black-haired man pushed pass a throng of people, handing a tip to the bouncer near the door as he kept shoving drunks out the door. He sat down at the counter, loud music blaring from the rock band on stage.

“MGD, long neck!” Miroku shouted so the bartender could hear him over the commotion.

“Comin' up!” the Bartender yelled back.

 

 

I paid the man at the door
And pushed my way to the bar
Shouted for a drink
Over a screaming guitar

As he was handed his beer, an overly drunken guy sat down in the stool to his right. Miroku couldn't believe the stench of alcohol emanating from the man.

“'Ey…bud, howz `bout buyin' a fella a drink?” the drunk asked, words slurring in a nearly incomprehensible sentence. “C'mon, whaddaya say?”

“I don't think so.” Miroku replied, turning from the bar and making his way to a secluded table at the far end of the room.

 

A drunk on a stool
Tried to mess with my head
But I didn't even listen
To a word he said
I knew somewhere
Amid all this distraction
Was a little less talk
And a lot more action

He popped his knuckles and took a long swig from his beer. His eyes scanned the dance floor. Ooh, she's cute. He thought surveying a girl in a halter top and jean cut-off shorts. Not quite my type though…Too bad.

A little less talk
If you please
A lot more loving
Is what I need
Let's get on down
To the main attraction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action

His eyes drifted from the dance floor to a small alcove with a single table. A drop-dead gorgeous woman with black hair sat at the table, looking bemusedly around the room in much the same fashion as he was. Their eyes locked for a moment. She smiled, resumed her search of the bar, and played with the label on her beer bottle. By the smile on her lips, Miroku knew she was aware his eyes were still on her.

 

Well she was fighting them off
At a corner table
She had a long-neck bottle
She was peeling the label

Miroku grinned, waving a waiter over to him. “Excuse me, do you happen to know what that lovely woman over there has been drinking tonight?”

The waiter nodded, “I believe the same as you, sir.”

“Good, send her another drink from me. Oh, and I'll pay her tab for the night as well.” Miroku told the man.

“Of course. Anything else?”

“Nah, that's all.” He slipped the waiter a twenty-dollar bill and waved him away.

 

Miroku watched as the waiter handed her another bottle, and the questioning look upon her face. The waiter pointed in his direction and left. The woman's eyes once again met his, and he knew she wanted something.

 

The look on her face
It was perfectly clear
She said somebody please
Get me out of here
The look she shot me
Through the glass refraction
Said a little less talk
And a lot more action

Miroku pushed past a number of people before he finally reached her. When he reached her she motioned to the empty chair opposite her own.

“Thanks for the drink.” She said, her voice ringing clearly over the rock `n' roll. “You're the first guy who has actually bought me a drink tonight. Sure, lots have made advances…but you know how it is. My name's Sango, what's yours?”

“Miroku, the pleasure is at least eighty percent mine.” Miroku flashed a roguish grin her way, causing her to laugh.

“Cute line.” Sango said, “Use it often?”

"Only on girls who really catch my interest.” The black haired man reached over the table and stroked her chin.

“Ooh.” Her eyelashes fluttered, “I guess I should be lucky.” She slid a piece of paper across the table towards him. He picked it up, her number was written on it along with her name.

“So, I take it I should call you?” Miroku asked.

“Of course, and make it soon.” Sango stood up, winked at him, and made her way to the door.

 

A little less talk
If you please
A lot more loving
Is what I need
Let's get on down
To the main attraction
With a little less talk
And a lot more action

 

He looked down at the paper again and smiled, “Oh, don't worry. I'll be calling very soon my dear Sango.” He chuckled again. “This was a better night then I thought it could be.”