Opportunity – Alternate Universe

Aamalie: Finally got some time to finish writing this up... Only because I was allowed to stay home from school today due to gang-related stuff in my school’s neighborhood. But yeah. I had most of this typed out already, it was just a matter of typing out the two pages that concluded this that I’d written the same day I wrote the canon version... -sighs- Life is hectic.

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“Get back here, you lying scumbag!”

A young man bolted down the street, dodging between pedestrians and accidentally bumping into one or two. He hurriedly shoved his messy bangs out of his violet-gray eyes as he ducked around a corner, praying for an escape route to magically appear before him. He really didn’t want to get charged with something because of swindling someone out of a measly twenty bucks. After all, it wasn’t his fault that people were so gullible these days!

“Stop!”

‘Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn...’ the sole word was a mantra in Miroku’s mind as he rounded another corner, still hoping for that magical escape route. If it didn’t show up soon... ‘Ah ha!’

One essential thing about Miroku Sekushii was that he was a man that did not believe in passing up a good opportunity. That was why, when he caught sight of the quaint little outdoors café across the street, he didn’t waste any time in taking advantage of the short lull in traffic so that he could race to the opposite sidewalk. Barely chancing a glance over his shoulder to gauge the distance between himself and his pursuer—who was just now coming back into view, looking every which way for the guilty fugitive—Miroku took advantage of his newest opportunity.

He jumped over the iron-rod fence, effectively startling several of the patrons, and barely had time to register what he was doing before he grabbed a young woman who had been walking past by the arm. He swung her around, one arm slipping around her waist and the other sliding to her cheek, so that her back was to the street, brought her body flush against his and gave her a long, thorough kiss.

It wasn’t until Miroku pulled away from the girl, shockingly breathless from what he considered a relatively chaste kiss, that he got a proper look at her. She was pretty, he noted with more than a little relief, with long chestnut hair, sepia tinted eyes and a figure many other women would probably kill for that was only accentuated by her simple yet graceful apparel. She looked completely shocked, with eyes wide, lips parted wordlessly, and cheeks darkened by a sweet blush.

He always had had that sort of effect on women, and Miroku was happy to further continue his reputation.

Realizing that he was still holding her, he was about to introduce himself and maybe even apologize for his forwardness, someone else spoke first.

“Sango... Who is this?”

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Sango honestly didn’t know what to do. Ten minutes before, she had been in the midst of a decent conversation with her date—who was equally decent, though she didn’t exactly like him as much as he seemed to think she did. Things had been looking on the upside, almost as though she’d finally get her first kiss. Then, nature had called and she’d excused herself for a trip to the facilities. And now... She found herself wrapped up in the embrace of a complete stranger who’d just stolen her above mentioned first kiss...

...Right in front of her date, who was now asking her about whomever it was that was holding her.

Shouldn’t it have been her asking that question!

Sango quickly shoved the strange guy away from her, which was a bit difficult thanks to his proximity, feeling the heat rushing to her cheeks.

“This isn’t what it looks like, Kuranosuke! I don’t even know who this person is!” she spluttered, facing the taller man who had spoken. He gave her a long look, before he sighed dramatically and shook his head.

“No, Sango, I understand. I just wish that you’d have been honest and straightforward with me, instead of devising this to let me know you’re not interested. I must say though, I never expected you to be the sort to lead me on...”

“But—”

“Goodbye Sango. I won’t hinder your decisions any longer.”

Then, her (previous) date turned and walked away.

Sango’s fists clenched, and a dangerous look entered her eyes. Enraged, she rounded on the strange man who’d kissed her, getting right up into his face.

“Who the hell do you think you are!” she demanded. The guy didn’t even have the decency to flinch, instead managing to have the utter gall to look smug.

“The name is Miroku. I believe yours is Sango? I apologize for startling you like that, but you are rather irresistible.” He winked, before pausing to think and frown momentarily. “Besides... I needed a way to blend in...”

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Pardon?”

Miroku looked a bit uncomfortable. “Uh...” His cheery smile suddenly made a comeback as he said, “The brother of an ex of mine decided to pay a visit, if you take my meaning.”

“And that gives you a legitimate reason to kiss me out of nowhere? I’ve never even met you before!”

“...What’s your point?” he asked.

Sango’s jaw dropped for a long few seconds before she regained her composure. “That is my point.”

Miroku gave her a look of confusion. “I don’t get it. I mean, I’ve gone plenty farther with girls I didn’t even know the names of before, so why is one little kiss such a big deal?”

That’s when Sango slapped him.

“You... You insufferable ba—”

“Excuse me,” a waitress finally interrupted, “but will you two pipe down and sit down? You’re bothering our other customers and driving away other potential business.”

She did have a point.

“No, I think I’ll be leaving now,” Sango informed the other girl, snatching her purse from the table.

“Miss, you’ve already ordered. Even if you’re not going to eat the food, you still have to pay.”

...Sango had forgotten about that.

And thanks to Kuranosuke’s theatrical exit, the bill was all for her to pay.

Sango was going to kill Miroku.

It was then that he chose to step in. “Well, no sense in letting good food go to waste!” he said, smiling even though his cheek was still a dark sort of red from Sango hitting him. “What do you say, Sango? Let me fill in for your disappeared date? The meal’s on me.”

She stared at him for a lengthy minute, ignoring the waitress when she cleared her throat impatiently. This guy...! He was a complete asshole! But... He was attractive, and he did have really nice lips...

“Fine,” she surrendered grudgingly, dropping into her earlier chair as Miroku gracefully took the one across from her.

Little did she know that it would end up as the best lunch she’d ever had.

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Aamalie: Hope you enjoyed. Finally time to work on OA! x3 Review!