Mr Perfect - Part Sixteen

Mr Perfect – Part Sixteen: Incognito

The lights were dim and the candles made the most romantic glow around the restraunt.

“Table for two?” the waiter asked, motioning the couple to a candle-lit table by the wall.

“Yes.” Kuranosuke nodded, leading his date so they could sit.

Sango looked around the room absently, told the waiter her order and leaned back, listening to the piano.

What am I doing here, she thought and unconsciously tuned out any attempts at conversation Kuranosuke tried. Just smile and nod, she told herself, doing just that. She shifted, uncomfortable, in her seat and tried to imagine she was elsewhere. The piano and the red walls faded away along with the candles and fashionably dressed costumers. Slowly enough, the scene gave way to...

WacDonalds?!

Kuranosuke frowned. “Sango? Are you all right?”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded, not quite sure what brought on this hallucination.

“So... Sango.” Kuranosuke tried again, “What do you think of this place? You haven’t been here before have you?”

....

“It’s fine.”

An eye-twitch here and a frown there. ‘‘Fine’? I paid one-fifty for this table...’

Begin the awkward silence and daydreams!

:dodododo dodododo dodododo dodododo:

“Sango...” Miroku started, holding onto her hands and leaning close.

“I’ve been thinking and... We’ve been going on a lot of dates, right?”

“Yes...” Sango said, almost slurring her words. He was so close; she could almost feel his breath on her face.

“Well I was wondering if... you’d like to make it Official.”

“Official?” Sango repeated and Miroku nodded his head. A huge smile slowly broke out over her face and Sango nodded her head. “I would love that.”

Miroku smiled his charming smile and slowly leaned forward to kiss her.

:dodododo dodododo dodododo dodododo:

"Great!"

"Huh? Wha?" she asked, startled out of her daydream. She was even more surprised to find that Kuranosuke was now leaning dangerously close and holding her hands over the food that seemed to just magically appear.

"Sango, this is wonderful!"

"What is?" She asked again, confused beyond imagination.

"Are you all right, Sango?" Kuranosuke asked again, now a bit worried. She really didn't seem to have been paying attention all dinner and was starting to wonder if she was even aware that he'd just asked to her to be his official girl friend.

Oh no... What do I do? What did I do? she thought. "I....I..." But Kuranosuke looked so hopeful and she didn't want to risk making him unhappy. Sango sighed. "I'm just a bit dazed, that's all. I was up practically half the night. You know... paper work and stuff.”

“Sango, if you were tired you just should have told me. Waiter!” Kuranosuke called, motioning one over. “Can we have these wrapped up to go please? The lady isn’t feeling very well.”

“Of course, sir.” The waiter nodded and Sango gave her date an uncertain smile.

“You have to be sure to get your rest.” Kuranosuke scolded and Sango gave him a little smile.

“I’ll be sure to do that from now on.” She promised, more for herself then him. She still wasn’t too sure what she had agreed to earlier...

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked when they had pulled up to the apartments.

“Sure.” Sango smiled, opening the door to get out. Kuranosuke grabbed her wrist at the last minute and she half turned back to ask what was the matter. Her words caught in her throat though when Kuranosuke captured her lips for his own. She stood there, shocked as he pulled back, waiting for some kind of reply.

“Goodnight Kuranosuke.” Sango said quietly, and all but ran into the apartment, leaving a very confused and frowning Kuranosuke. Sango turned on the light and leaned back against the door, rubbing her neck. Had she missed something?

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Do you know the saying: “Time flies when you’re having fun”? Well, what if you aren’t having very much fun? That’s right, time becomes a snail. Pond water (which doesn’t move at all). Time transforms into an old lady with a cane – or better yet! An old lady driving a car when she can’t even see over the driving wheel and forgot her prescription glasses. Or! Better yet (again)! An old lady driving a car when she can’t see over the steering wheel and refuses to put her glasses on because she “can see perfectly well”. Yeah. Sure she can. To make a long story short… time can be dangerous. Dangerous can drive you mad. That is seemingly what happened to our leading male as he tightened his long coat and pulled his hat down more on his head.

“Will that be cash or checking, sir?” the cashier asked, giving him a suspicious look.

“Cash.” Miroku said, pushing a few rather…large bills her way.

‘What is this, some cheesy mob story?’ the cashier wondered, giving the man his ticket. “And thank you for flying with “

"No, thank you.” Miroku winked, and walked off to catch his plane. The cashier just shook her head.

“I’m too old for this…”

Miroku slid into his seat, careful to keep himself incognito and took out a box from his carry-on. Inside was filled with letters Sango had written him over the past two months and a few he had written her – he just hadn’t sent them.

Despite his better judgment and the oh-so-good advice from his manager, Miroku found himself falling deep and harder for the matchmaker. Something like that could create a few… problems. Like what, you ask? Like the drummer sneaking off on a plane to go visit her for one. Miroku could almost see the steam pouring out of Sesshomaru’s ears when it was discovered he was gone. There would be hell to pay.

But none of that really mattered now. The ticket was bought, the plane moving, and Miroku was on his way! The only thing that could screw this up now was if he was discovered.

“Oh my god! You’re Houriki Miroku!!”

Miroku visibly cringed at the accusation and a train of astonished murmurs filled the plane.

“No, surely you’re mistaken. I’m not-“

“Houriki! Get your ass off that plane right now!”

Miroku looked out the window to see quite a few guards struggling to keep an angry Sesshomaru from stopping the plane with his own force. The rest of the band and Rin stood a while back, all trying to control their laughter.

“Go get her, lover boy!” Inuyasha shouted and Miroku waved, letting his hat fall off thus ruining his disguise once and for all.

“I knew it was you!”

“EEEE!”

“MIROKU!”

“I love you!”

“Let’s make babies!”

This was going to be a long flight.........

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Yeah, sorry for the long wait everyone. v.v; writer's block sucks. Everyone drown Aamalie in thanks 'cause she pretty much was writing the chapter for me via IM.

chorus Thank you Margo-chan.

Yes well... v.v; I'm going to be without net for a while. e.e wish me luck that I won't die over the summer. I'll prob. just spend my days watching Moulin Rouge and trying to learn how to Tango o.0 yeah... don't ask. Ja until next time!