InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Complex ❯ Enter Miroku ( Chapter 3 )

The Complex

 

Dea Mariella

 

Disclaimer: would I be writing “fanfiction” if I owned Inuyasha? I think not.

 

Chapter 3: Enter Miroku

Chapter Rating: PG

 

By the end of my shift, I was seriously contemplating suicide…something nice and messy. Hmm…why not the traditional seppuku? Nah…I'm not a traditional kind of girl. Russian roulette? Didn't have the right kind of gun. Poison? Don't like the whole flailing spasms thing…I know! Plain old “slit yer wrists!”

 

Absorbed in this happy thought, I didn't notice that I was in the danger zone yet again…the kitchen. I had kinda paused while putting glasses in the rack-thingie, when I received the memo from my brain…DANGER!!!! TURN AROUND!!

 

I turned around just in time to intercept the letch from before.

 

“What in the seven hells do you think you are doing?”

 

If my slapping him around didn't show my displeasure enough, my tone gave enough ice to freeze a volcano. Unfortunately for me, this man appeared to have balls of steel; or rather, a LIBIDO of steel.

 

“I was merely appreciating the fine art that is yourself m'lady.”

 

Oooh, he was smooth. I'll give him that. And he was kinda cute, with the little black ponytail and those eyes…HEY! What am I doing! There's no excuse for his actions!

 

“Well, I would `appreciate' if you would kindly keep your paws to yourself! Didn't your mother ever teach you to look, but not touch?”

 

Ouch! I had done it again! That foot is wedged firmly in my mouth. I mentally cringed, waiting for the attack from the peanut gallery. However, the man took it in a way I hadn't expected; should have, but didn't.

 

He took on long, slow look upon my body; I fought the blush that was creeping upon me. He was practically undressing me! Not that my fairly tight pants and nicely shaped shirt was leaving much to the imagination. He took one slow step towards me, and then another. I was running out of things to do, even in MY overly fertile imagination. So I did all that was left to me. I slapped him.

 

He just smiled, as if nothing had happened. He then put out a hand.

 

“The name's Miroku, beautiful lady.”

 

Not knowing how to properly handle this situation, I stuck my hand out too.

 

“The name's Sango, NOT beautiful lady.”

 

OMG! The man, Miroku, was now holding my hand in a way that I DEFINITELY did NOT approve! He was about to be slapped again, if he didn't watch it!

 

“Oh, but Miss Sango, you most certainly ARE a beautiful lady.”

 

Dammit all to hell…that blush had finally conquered me. But then the snickers of the “audience” registered upon my ears. As red as a tomato, I snatched my hand back.

 

“I believe I already asked you to keep your hands to yourself!”

 

I was furious. How could I get in this situation? My body was practically reacting on it's own.

 

“Ahh, but Miss Sango, I believe it was YOU who initiated the `contact' this time.”

 

There was nothing I could say to stop his horrible insinuations. I just turned, face flaming, and marched out of the kitchen. For the second time that day, the kitchen erupted in laughter.

 

That's when I noticed the most welcoming sight in the world…the clock! The clock on the wall says three o'clock (1). I ran over to Jio, and asked if I could leave for the day. He bid me goodbye, with the instruction to come in the same time the next day. I ripped my apron off and practically flew out the door.

 

FREEDOM! `Hallejuia! Hallejuia!' With the sounds of Handel's Messiah running through my head, I started dancing my way down the side walk. [A/N: that reminds me of at least TWO songs…sigh…there comes a time {the walrus said} when one knows too many things…] The sight of a small girl with dark hair stopped me in my tracks. She looked up, and I realized that it was Kagome.

 

“Hi! I hope you don't mind that I took you up on your offer.”

 

I was thankful to whatever gods were kind enough to let me help this girl.

 

“Not at all! Is there someplace that you would like to go to chat, or do you not have a preference?”

 

At her negation, I continued.

 

“Well…as I don't really have much in the way of moolah, why don't we just head back to my place? I'll fix some tea and something to eat. Sound ok?”

 

I was shocked when the girl agreed to it. Does she have no sense of self-preservation? I could be trying to kill her! She doesn't even know me, and she's coming to my apartment! But, maybe it wasn't so unusual, if the gods themselves were on my side…not that we're picking sides or anything…This talk of sides had a wisp of a song flit through me head.

 

“Tiiiiiiiiiime is on myyyyy siiide. Yeeees it is…”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

I jumped. I had forgotten about her for a sec.

 

“Sorry, just a random song stuck in my head. Didn't mean to bother you…”

 

“That's ok.”

 

Was this girl for real? She was beautiful, put-together, had nice clothes, AND was nice? Life is so not fair sometimes. Then again, I wasn't the one crying in public. So maybe things DO even out sometimes.

 

After about a 10 minute walk, we arrived back at my apartment. I led Kagome up the stairs and ushered her into the front room. She stood there for a sec, looking around.

 

“I'll put the kettle on, and you can make yourself right at home.”

 

Kagome nodded absently, and reached out to lightly touch one of the paintings on the walls. I was happy with the fact that she seemed to be liking the apartment; I had spent a lot of time putting it together. Wait a minute, I didn't know this girl very well, and I was already dependent on her good opinion? `They're coming to take me away…'

 

I brought the tea and some butter cookies out into the living room, where Kagome was looking quite at home on my couch. We chatted over various trivial things, neither of us wanting to break the ice. I finally got tired of beating around the bush and just asked flat out.

 

“Now then, what was the matter this morning, huh?”

 

“Well, my boyfriend, Houjou, recently broke up with me. I discovered this morning that he was cheating on me the entire time we were going out!”

 

I was shocked that someone would cheat on someone as obviously nice, pretty and caring as Kagome was.

 

“Now, now, you're rid of the bastard now. Was him cheating on you such a surprise?”

 

“When it's another guy? Yeah! That's DEFINITELY a surprise!”

 

Even I didn't expect that to be the verdict. But if he was dating both sexes…

 

“You mean he's bi?”

 

“No, not at all! Flat out gay! He thought that I could…how did he put it?…'change him'; like I can change his preferences! How many times has that ever worked in movies or books? A whopping ZERO! He must be insane! It was the fact that we had been going out for 5 years, and he never bothered to tell me, that made me get a little emotional this morning.”

 

“Hey, at least we had the chance to meet, ne? Without the bastard, I'd still be cursing all the customer's and you'd be…uh…somewhere else.”

 

At my statement, Kagome just laughed.

 

“It feels good to tell someone, most of my old friends are too busy with school to hang out. So enough about me, what about you? Anyone in YOUR love life that we can pick apart?”

 

At that, we both just laughed. It was time for this little “party” to be over. We exchanged phone numbers, and parted ways. But Kagome's last statement stayed with me.

 

`MY love life? Ha! I'm glad that there's no one; that's a complication I don't need.'

 

Perversely, my mind strayed back to the man in the kitchen, Miroku. His eyes, laughing at me…STOP THIS LINE OF THOUGHT! What am I, masochistic? I like this guy `cause he's LAUGHING at me? What kind of an insane person AM I! Argh…I will put him out of my head, that's what I'll do. Now let's just see if I can do it…

 

 

 

 

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A/N: (1) “the clock on the wall says three o'clock…” is from a George Thourougood song. Bonus points to any one who names it…or any of the OTHER random quotes and references I shove into my work (my life is not complete without a little plagiarism…heh heh). I also stole the whole “houjou's gay and he wanted me to change him” from a wonderful fic by EmeraldDragon called “the ad”. That being said, r/r guys, r/r.

 

Dea-chan