InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tear Drops ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Tear Drops
By: DarkCrystalis

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Chapter Six

Sango wore a mild smirk as she stopped on the last stair, looking down at the ground in mock shyness. She knew he was about to have a cow, and wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

When Miroku didn't say anything for a good while, she stared into his eyes, and looked away every few seconds or so.

“Do I look okay, Miroku?” She asked him, waiting for his response.

At first, his head swayed back and fourth, still reeling in shock.

Her long, lean legs were shown from just above the knees and below, a black dress clinging to all her curves in all the right places, especially accentuating her chest and flat stomach.

Her eyelids and under-eyes were adorned with a dark shade which he couldn't tell, but the top seemed to be a plum or eggplant purple, and a smouldering black on the bottom; his favourite colours.

Sango's lips were lightly brushed with a soft shimmer, but with no colouring.

Her cheekbones were slightly pink, giving her a heavenly glow while her skin tone was completely even and shine-free, but still radiating under the light glow in the room.

And of course her hair, which was always carelessly thrown up into a semi-bun, messy and untidy, was non-existent. Her beautiful long, straight raven locks were down and tamed, looking shiny under the small bit of light.

“Er, I mean, yes! Yes, you look more than okay; you look lovely! Not that you don't normally or anything, normally you're quite stunning, but today, you look ravishing and I'd love to—”

Shaking her head, she stopped his rambles with a soft finger on his lips. Out of instinct, he took the tender tip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently without any bashfulness.

“Enough,” she managed to whisper closely to his face, smiling as she did so.

Sango drowned the blush which threatened to show on her cheekbones, and withdrew the digit from his mouth, some-what unwillingly.

Peeking around the corner from the staircase, she grinned when everyone sat on the edge of their seats, wanting to see what all the fuss was about. They couldn't see her from her place on the stairs, so she, slowly, walked over to them.

Kagome, no surprise, was the first to speak out.

“Sango, you look great! I really like that plum eye shadow! Ohh, I've really got to borrow it off of you some time! Oh, and that fabulous lip shimmer; L'Oreal, per chance? I think I saw it in the stores, it was really expensive! That foundation is positively stunning! And—”

Inuyasha elbowed her in her side, shutting Kagome up quite quickly as she pouted. “What I meant to say is that you look simply dazzling.”

Sango nodded and answered with a meek “Thank you!”

Turning around, her eyebrows creased when she realized her date was no where to be seen.

“Have any of you seen Miroku?”

The four of them looked at one another, shrugging. “I thought he was with you?” Rin asked, knowing the men weren't going to reply.

“Well, he was, but then he disappeared all of a sudden…”

“Maybe he went to the bathroom to go and `relieve' himse—”

Now it was Kagome's turn to elbow him, growling at his unappreciated comment. In turn, he shrugged and mumbled “Keh” in slight annoyance.

Sighing, Sango walked back upstairs, determined to find where he went. Walking up to his floor, she found his room fairly easily; the door was purple, after all.

Gently knocking on it, she was surprised when it opened slightly.

However, she was even more shocked when she saw Miroku; he was topless, and struggling to put on a pair of black pants…

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Mouth agape, she suddenly wondered if what Inuyasha had insinuated was true.

“Maybe he went to the bathroom to go and `relieve' himself…”

Miroku began shaking his head, as if hearing her thoughts, and struggled to move toward her. As he walked, his pants still near his knees, he fell flat on his face.

“This isn't what you think it is,” he mumbled from his face-down position on the floor.

“I'm sure it's not,” Sango retorted.

Once he'd gotten up, Miroku got close to Sango and rested his hands on her shoulders.

“I saw you in that beautiful black cocktail dress, and I couldn't help but feel a little out of place. I can't go out with you when you're all dressed up like this, and I'm in my sweats…”

Sango giggled a little, understanding him immediately. So this was why he'd slinked off, not telling her where he'd gone.

Once he was done, they could leave for dinner.

Although, a small part of Sango said `How about we don't go anywhere and stay here, and enjoy Miroku's half-naked state?'

Placing her hands on his chest, she snuggled her head into his frame. “It's quite alright, you know,” she said quietly.

Shaking his head, he needed to get her away from him right away, or else at this rate, they'd never leave the house.

“So um, I'd better get changed now,” Miroku stated, knowing that if given a few moments more, he'd throw her on the bed and ravish her. He also knew that by doing that, her perfect hair, make up, and dress would be sourly ruined…despite the fact of how much fun they'd be having…

Sango nodded, pulling away a few steps, but she didn't leave the room.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Miroku? Don't you need to, erm, finish changing?”

He stared at her as he pulled up his black pants, struggling to do up the belt as he stared into her eyes.

Then she walked over, got on her knees, and began to do it up for him. He nearly groaned at how close she was to him, having the strong urge to yank off his belt and pants once again, but deciding not to.

As soon as she was done, she walked over to the closet and opened it. Tossing him a light blue collared shirt with buttons down the front and long sleeves, she marveled at the soft cotton it was made out of.

Maybe I'll borrow it from him some time, she thought evilly, already knowing how that scenario would turn out.

Turning back to him, she watched as he fumbled with buttons.

“Your fine motor skills seem to be a little…`off' today, Miroku,” she teased lightly, doing up the buttons for him.

“I don't mind when I've got a beauty like you to help me out,” he said in a deeper voice, making her shiver.

“Ah, thank you. We'd better get going though, don't you think? It'll be crowded if we leave too late…”

Nodding his head, he took her hand and they descended the stairs together.

Waving goodbye to their friends, they left the house and made their way to the yellow and black s2000.

“This is yours?” Sango asked in surprise, this car being her favourite and dream car, but at the same time trying not to show that.

“Yep, I got it not too long ago. Pretty nice, huh?”

Saying nothing, she waited by the passenger seat as he began to unlock the door for her.

“Would you like to take a spin in it? I've got a hunch that you know a hell of a lot more about this car than you're letting on.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement and he noticed, but before she knew it, she was shaking her head. “No, it's alright.”

His eyebrows drew together in confusion, but at the same time he didn't want to force her into it.

Even still…

“Just for a few minutes, Sango? I'm sure you'll love it!”

A little while later, she was flying down the highway at incredible speeds, huge smiles on her face as she handled the car like a pro.

Even as the car flew, she thought about only one thing; Miroku's black and silver striped boxers were pretty hot…

Blanching, Sango sped up, doing her best to ignore the thought.

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But of course, on the one night Sango gets to drive her dream car, something has to ruin it all.

Seconds later she's pulled over by a cop, probably for speeding, and she reluctantly sank into the leather seat.

The female walked over to the driver's side, and shone a flashlight into the glass pane. It was semi-dark outside, so it was hard to see into the window.

“License and registration,” she snapped coldly, waiting for her to unroll the window. Once it was undone, Sango watched in horror as the cop, `Kagura Wind' according to her badge, stared hungrily at Miroku in the passenger's seat.

Barely looking at the papers and card from Sango, she then threw them back in her face as she stared him down.

“And who might you be?” She asked him, and Sango closed her eyes tightly in anger, holding her hands in fists at her sides.

Surprisingly, Miroku seemed completely disinterested at her strong oncoming, and acted as such.

“Are you done here, Officer Wind? We've got a dinner date to go to, and we're expected for eight o'clock, right Sango dearest?” Holding her fisted hand for emphasis, he kissed each knuckle, staring at the cop as he did so.

Sango nodded her head meekly, and Kagura watched the scene before her, snapping her jaw shut and grinding her teeth.

“Well, you were speeding in a one hundred kilometer zone,” she said, feeling cruel. “ I've stopped you because you were speeding. Here's your ticket,” she added, handing the two hundred and fifty dollar ticket to Miroku instead of Sango, as if to say, `That's what you get for being an asshole to me.'

“But officer, according to the law, the ticket couldn't be more than one hundred dollars. In this zone, for the first ten kilometers over the speed limit, you must pay ten dollars, twenty dollars for the next ten kilometers over the limit, then thirty dollars for the next ten kilometers over…”

Kagura looked at him coldly, waiting for him to finish.

“We were going at one hundred forty kilometers, so, ten dollars, plus twenty, plus thirty, plus fourty is one hundred dollars, because we went forty kilometers over the allowed limit. Our total fine should be no more than one hundred dollars, correct?”

Sango said nothing, keeping her eyes closed, but still listening intently to what went on around her.

Kagura's face burned red under the dim street lights of the highway as she ripped another ticket from the pad of papers, writing this ticket for one hundred dollars, as aforementioned.

As she reached for the old ticket, Miroku held onto it, refusing to give it to her. “You tried to scam us for an extra one hundred and fifty dollars! There's no way in hell I'm giving you this ticket; I'm going to prove this case in court, and have you fined instead!”

Kagura knew she'd been caught, and decided that it'd be in her best interest to let this slide.

“Give me the ticket back; I'll let you off for speeding this time, but next time, you won't be so lucky!”

Passing it over to her, Miroku grinned when he saw the rage bubbling off of her.

“Have a nice night, officer!” He chirped, waving to her with a smirk on his face.

She said nothing in reply as Sango slammed the gas pedal, fading away into the dark night.

As she drove, she couldn't help but wonder why he'd give up the ticket so easily. It was obvious how easily he could have had her fined in court; why give it all up just for one hundred dollars?

“Miroku, why did you give her the ticket…? You could have—”

Her words were caught in her throat when he began to laugh, and laugh.

“Don't you worry! I used to speed, and they always used to try to over-charge me on speeding tickets, so I invented a little something…”

Pointing as he spoke, he continued.

“There's a button under the passenger's seat, on the left, which activates a mini camera in the car. The camera films what happens in the driver's seat, because it has a perfect view of the window. It also records audio, so anything said can be retraced. This isn't the end of it, I promise you.”

Sango laughed, and bit her lip.

“That bitch isn't getting off easy for trying to scam me, hell fucking no,” he grinned.

“So, where to for dinner?”

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“You got lucky, Kagura, he could have fined you for a shit load of cash,” her partner, Naraku Hikaru said, having heard the entire exchange.

“Shut up and drive.”

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Pulling up in front of one of the best restaurants, Sango suddenly felt out of place amongst all the limousines, Cadillacs, BMWs, Aston Martins, and Mercedes Benzes. Sure, their car, the yellow and black s2000 was nice too, but once people left the restaurant in Armani suits, Dolce and Gabbana dresses, Milano Blahniks shoes, and Tiffany diamonds, she knew she paled in comparison.

Stepping out of the car in her black Prada stilettos, which were on sale years ago, she felt sick to her stomach. At this rate, she'd be sized up and made a fool before she even sat down. Miroku took her arm in a gentlemanly mannor, as if to calm her down some.

Stumbling on a crack in the pavement as she walked, Sango's face flamed as people passed by her. She could only imagine the things they were whispering behind their manicured hands, making her feel all the worse.

At least I didn't fall flat on my face like Miroku did earlier, she assured herself quietly, resisting the strong urge to giggle.

Miroku smiled when her face brightened, and knew that taking her here couldn't have been a mistake. She could fit in with all the high class people no problem!

Aside from being proud of her, he couldn't help but think of his stomach. Miroku couldn't wait to get inside and have something to eat; he was starved!

Once arriving at the doors, he held it open for her, and gently ushered her inside. A waiter in a fancy suit waited on them, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a black pair of pants.

“Gud evening, dear suhr. How can you be help dees evening? Will it be jus the two of you?”

“Yes please,” Miroku answered politely.

“My name ees Edgar, and I will help you two to your seats now, no?”

“That'd be wonderful, Edgar,” Sango replied, feeling so grown up all of a sudden.

His accent was strong, perhaps from France or Germany, probably Germany if Sango went on her instincts, but it was interesting nonetheless. Often times it's the European cooks whom have the most famous restaurants.

After being seated, he immediately brought over a beautiful crystal decanter of ice cold water, probably mineral water, two crystal glasses to match, and two menus.

“I will geev you two the time you need to order your meels. I'll be back veree soon.”

Nodding, they opened the menus, and took a peek inside.

Many of the things were in French, but luckily for them, there were also English descriptions under each food.

“The fillet mingon looks pretty good; it comes with scalloped potatoes and a rich salad with their special one-of-a-kind dressing,” Miroku stated, already feeling his mouth watering. The price tag beside the meal had far too many numbers, but that didn't matter; he had a ton of money, anyway.

Sango felt her discomfort rise, not liking any of the prices she saw on the menu.

Caille Muscovite

Roasted Quail, Black Current and Juniper Berry Port and Red Wine Sauce
100$

Tournedos Rossini
Seared Filet of Beef Topped with Seared Foie Gras, Truffles Demi Glace
150$

I'm not paying over one hundred dollars for a meal! That's…so…outrageous< /i>…

Her thoughts flew out the window when she saw her favourite meal, listed innocently on the menu.

Chateaubriand Bouquetière
Roast Tenderloin of Beef Carved Tableside, Truffled Demi-Glace and a Bouquet of Vegetables for Two
250$

They…they have Chateaubriand Bouquetière? Well, of course they would, this is a French restaurant…

Sighing, she looked longingly at Miroku, who seemed interested in the Fillet Mignon as he'd aforementioned, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She wanted him to have whatever he was interested in. Her dinner was for two, so…

…If he didn't want it, she wouldn't order it.

Looking over at Sango, he watched as she stared down the Chateaubriand Bouquetière on the menu. It was a dinner for two, and somehow, she seemed upset.

Things then clicked; she wasn't going to order a dinner for two, if she was the only one eating it. In fact, according to the description, it didn't look too bad.

Stealthily, he began his approach.

“Sango, the Chateaubriand Bouquetière looks pretty good, doesn't it? I've never had it before, but I've heard good reviews about it. What do you think?”

At first, he thought she wasn't going to reply, but as if it were a miracle, she did.

“Yeah, I was looking at it, too,” she mumbled, not wanting to show how much she wanted it.

“How about we order it, then? I'm sure it'll be great!”

“Okay,” she replied, smiling.

Luckily for them, Edgar came by moments later, ready to take their orders.

“Have you decided vat you wish to eet for deener?”

“We'd like the Chateaubriand Bouquetière, please,” Miroku requested.

“Ah! Excellent choice, excellent choice,” he murmered, remembering their order. “And zee beverage, monsieur? Madame?”

“No thank you, we'll enjoy our water. If we need anything else, when you come back, we'll let you know!”

Nodding his head, he mentioned coming back in the next fifteen minutes, which left the two of them to themselves.

“I hope you don't mind the water choice? I don't know who will be driving on the way home, and for some odd reason, I didn't really want champagne, or wine…”

Sango shook her head, smiling. “I'm completely fine with that!”

For a good minute or two after that, there was silence between them.

“So uh…” Miroku started off lamely, not knowing what to say.

“Um…” Sango started, but then sighed when she realized she didn't know what to say, either.

“Why are you rejoining as Darkest Wish, anyway?” Miroku asked, feeling good for opening up the conversation between them.

“I saw an announcement, and it sort of made me remember the good days. I realized how much I miss singing with Kagome and Rin, and they miss it too…”

As she continued speaking, Miroku moved exceptionally closer to her, although doing so at a very slow pace.

“So, we're going to meet up tomorrow, and begin song writing. We don't have much time until the competition; I guess we'd better get cracking!”

Turning to face him, she pulled back in surprise when she noticed how close he was.

“Sango, you really do look lovely tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

“Th-thank you, Miroku.”

Bringing his lips closer to hers, he stared into her eyes. “Allow me the pleasure of kissing you.”

Before she could reply, his lips descended onto hers, his hands sliding down her waist, cupping her buttocks.

Wait a minute…

Sliding away from him, she growled as her face flushed.

“Hentai!” She whispered angrily.

“Bootiful!” Edgar announced, having seen their kiss and blushes afterwards. “Such sweet lovings, no?”

Neither replied as he set the huge plate in-between them, Sango's face was set in annoyance while Miroku's wore a slight frown.

“Enjoy your Chateaubriand Bouquetière!” He boomed before leaving once again

They ate in silence, Miroku not feeling brave enough to break it again.

Why does he always have to ruin everything?

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Author'< b>s Note

Wah, I'm late again—but this chapter was incredibly long, so no complaints allowed!

First and foremost…

I used (without the spaces) the following website for my French menu:
http : / / www . chenez . com / dinnermenu . html
Thank you to the site for helping me—the three meals and their descriptions mentioned in this chapter (Caille Muscovite, Tournedos Rossini, and Chateaubriand Bouquetière) were from this website, and none of this was in my own words. (THE PRICES IN THIS STORY WERE MODIFIED FROM THEIR ORIGINAL PRICE.)

Yay! Now I can't get sued for plagiarizing!

Secondly, thank you to my reviewers from chapter five. I'm glad that I didn't lose all of you, and I'm still hoping that you guys are still around, somewhere. I'm not abandoning this story, so don't start to think I did if I don't update for a while.

Writer's block seriously sucks.

Anyway…

Please read and review (again), and thank you to all my reviewers!

Until chapter seven!

Sincerely,

-DarkCrystalis