InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turtle Doves ❯ Weekend Plans ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2

Weekend Plans

Heads down, eyelids drooping and excuses and blurts of “ I'm awake!” and “I was just resting my head!” were very widespread and popular in Professor Myouga's History class. A day cannot simply go on without these scenes happening for passers-by. And what is even more interesting is that, the professor doesn't seem to care or even notice it. He would drone on and on in the same monotonous voice as if talking to a bunch of parameciums. When he did catch someone sleeping, he just would assume that the person is tired from the day's activities and would just send that person to the nurse. I don't think that it ever occurred to him that the reason why every person who comes in class comes with a tissue in hand to wipe the drool made by the living thing that just came out of the class is possibly because the class is just plain…boring. Somebody could have walked up to him and scream at his face with saliva flying everywhere that he is a clueless old droning flea and he responds in the same tedious voice as if someone just asked how mold came to be.

For the first ten minutes of class, you could see Inuyasha and Miroku with their heads eager to be exposed to the desk. Others have earphones jammed in their ears and some playing hangman. Professor was completely oblivious to what was happening in the class. Kagome and Sango seem to be the only people who can keep their eyes open and suffer the incomprehensible words made by the old flea. The sound of the bell saved the students from more torture of knowing the difference between an old and young tree. Inuyasha jerked his head and snapped his eyes open, only to see the girls already leaving the room.

“Oi! Miroku wake up!” roughly shaking his shoulders. Groaning with frustration, he yelled,

“Oh My God, Sango's naked!”

This time Miroku's head snapped up, gathered his things, and zoomed out the room as if the seven dogs of hell were after him. He stared unbelievably at his friend and chuckling, raced after Miroku.

`Works all the time'

He finally met up with the rest of the gang sitting on the bench under a tall tree with Miroku lying unconscious on the ground. Taking his last step, he stepped over Miroku noticing a red handprint on his cheeks and a big bump on his head. He looked up and Sango was fuming and fire seemed to radiate from her that Inuyasha almost fell back. Kagome just sat there with her eyes full of laughter and a face with a He'll-never-learn look. Sighing, he sat by Kagome and said, “So what are we doing this weekend?”

Sango and Kagome wore thoughtful faces and somehow held mischief in their eyes.

“You're going to regret you ever asked them later.” Said Miroku just having recovered his senses early enough to hear Inuyasha asked the question. He sat up and rubbed his cheek where Sango had slapped him. Sure, they were boyfriend and girlfriend but they weren't in the stage yet were he was allowed to touch her in public or in private or practically anywhere. Or at least that's what Sango says.

As soon as he said that, both girls turned their heads with eyes full of naughtiness, evil smirks planted on their faces and hands creating a friction with their hands rubbing together. Both boys gulped and dreaded the words that they think are going to come out of their mouths.

“We're going shopping!” both girls announce cheerfully clapping their hands together.

Inuyasha and Miroku both let out a shuddering long breath that they didn't even know they were holding.

“What? Honestly, you make it look like we planned something horrible.” Kagome remarked.

“Horrible is not even the word for it.” Inuyasha grumbled.

“Ah, yes I was thinking more in the lines of…” Miroku started when he was interrupted by Sango.

“You mean something perverted, you hentai!” Sango screamed.

“I am deeply hurt my dear Sango! I, a monk, a servant of Buddha would never associate myself with those words!” he said in mock scandal and innocence at the comment.

“Associate my ass! Too bad your actions speak the opposite way!” Inuyasha retorted.

“Well, I can't help it when my hand has a mind of its own. Most of the time I can control myself but when surrounded by incredibly beautiful ladies such as Lady Sango and Lady Kagome, I must admit, my hands wanders…where even I can't control it!”

“What have I told you about groping Kagome!” Inuyasha snarled permitting Miroku to have his 51st hit of the day.

“I swear did you even have any control over your hand at all?” Kagome asked incredulously.

“Well now that you've mention it, I can't remember anytime in particular when I haven't been hit at all with the exception of being among male friends.” Miroku stated thoughtfully looking up at the clear blue sky.

Kagome giggled and Inuyasha shook his head disapprovingly while Sango busied herself with her murderous stare towards Miroku.

“Wait a minute…” Miroku trailed off as his friends watched him weirdly apparently wondering what he's up to next. Kagome scooted closer to Inuyasha and Sango checked herself to be considerably far form his roaming hands.

They watched silently as Miroku counted his fingers muttering numbers and other nonsense on the way. And suddenly as if he was sitting down on a pile of molten lava, he bolted up and tackled Inuyasha to the ground.

“What the hell do you exactly think you're doing monk?” Inuyasha hollered as he tried in vain to pry the monk's tight embrace away from him. Both girls just stared at the two rolling males, which turned into ogling when Miroku started kissing Inuyasha's face.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Inuyasha yelled completely bewildered, flabbergasted, with disbelief and disgust evident in his face as he rolled over leaving Miroku lying on the ground laughing hysterically for all that he's worth.

“Either you just realized that you enjoy fawning over your own kind or Sango knocked your head too hard this time!” Inuyasha fumed while wiping his face, wildly freeing himself from Miroku's kisses and stalked over to Kagome to hide behind her.

Miroku staggered up letting out a light chuckle as he cautiously approached the trio.

“I was merely trying to thank you for giving me my very first 51st hit in one day!”

“And that's great why?” Kagome asked obviously confused.

“Because! Because I broke my record of 50 hits in one day! A record I set months ago!” Miroku announced cheerfully, “Ah, hard work does have its benefits…who knows I might be in the Guiness of World Records Book someday!”

“Oh yeah…I can imagine it now. Your name printed on the Hall of Pervertedness, your face in the dictionary right by the words, lech, lecherous, grope, pervert and other words unholy monks relate with.” Inuyasha said, his voice heavily dripping with sarcasm.

“I am so misunderstood…” Miroku sighed.

“Well I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to go home.” Kagome said.

“Me too.” Sango joined in.

“Me three…” Inuyasha piped up.

“Me most…” Miroku yawned.

Miroku and Sango walked to Miroku's black Mercedes convertible, his pride and beauty, a gift from Inuyasha on freshman year as a token of gratitude for helping him finally tell Kagome about his feelings for her.

“Bye Inuyasha! Bye Kagome!” Sango waved along with Miroku.

“Don't forget! The mall at 10:00 sharp tomorrow. We'll meet you at the café.” Kagome reminded them with a wink towards Sango.

Once Miroku and Sango were in the car, Miroku said, “What can be so bad with shopping?”

In the other car, Inuyasha and Kagome were having the same conversation.

“I guess it won't be that awful would it?”

Both girls answered their questions with the remark,

“Obviously you haven't been shopping with a female before.”