Sweet Tooth – Part Three: Of Donkeys And Rears

Important: ¬¬ Over two full months. I know... I've been bad. But I've been preoccupied with life, and its hard to write two fics at one time. At least, it is for me. That, and I've been through some difficult situations at school... Let's just say guys are morons sometimes. ^^; *huggles Snapple anyway*

Disclaimer: You know, I'm actually pretty happy I don't own Inuyasha. I like life as it is right now... (We'll see how long that lasts... -.-)

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It was Tuesday morning, and Sango knew it was bound to be a good day. Traffic was lighter than usual, the rainy weather that had plagued the weekend had finally cleared, and the young dentist was just in an all-around good mood. That is, until she pulled into her office parking lot. Just were those bundles of red things sitting outside of her doorway?

And more importantly, why was she feeling like she had forgotten something very important?

Parking quickly, she turned off her car, shoving the keychain into her coat pocket. Grabbing her purse, she darted out of the compact vehicle, intent on getting a closer look at those mysterious bundles. It was much to her surprise when she realized that they were roses.

And not any roses, mind you.

Yep.

Red roses.

And when Sango looked up to peer through her spotlessly windowed door, what do you think she saw?

Uh-huh.

More roses. A lot more.

"Oh, God," she hissed, teeth grating in fury. "Not this again!" Kicking aside several arrangements, she stormed into her office, slamming the door behind her and causing the bell to jangle loudly. Koharu and Tsuyu, who had been gossiping cheerfully, fell into silence at her abrupt arrival, looking up warily. However, Sango wasn't really all that focused on them. Rather, she was gaping at the extravagant garden her waiting room had transformed into.

'Well, better a garden than a three-year-old's birthday party,' the dentist thought dryly, quirking an eyebrow as she spotted an envelope. Surprisingly enough, it hadn't been ripped open by curious assistants. Either that, or... Sending a suspicious glance towards Koharu and Tsuyu, who hurriedly pretended they weren't watching her, she picked up the envelope, peering at the script that spelled out her name. Ah... Definitely not a woman's handwriting. It was neat, but it still had that scrawling hint that was frequent in the writing of most men.

Well, that lessened the chance of them messing with her "mail," but then again, the possibility wasn't totally ruled out. Who knew what those girls could (and were likely to) come up with? That aside, Sango slipped a finger beneath the fold of the envelope, ripping it open and removing the card.

Dearest Sango,

I couldn't resist sending you these flowers as a token of my gratitude. You are, by far, the most beautiful dentist I've ever had! Even these 300 dozen roses are no competition to your fair face.

Until I see you again!

~Miroku

Much to her disgust, Sango found herself biting the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from grinning like an idiot. What was she doing, letting herself feel so flattered over something so corny? Three hundred dozen roses? He had to be insane! That had to cost at least... Well, she didn't know! Let's just say he'd have had to spend a lot of yen to buy all of those arrangements.

'I suppose he's a lot sweeter than I gave him... credit... for?! Bad Sango! Bad!' Reprimanding herself harshly, Sango slid the card back into the envelope, placing it carefully in her purse. Hoping she hadn't been caught in her moment of insane weakness, she turned, only to see her two employees staring at her in a very interested way.

"What?" Tsuyu and Koharu exchanged a glance before replying unanimously:

"What'd it say?!" Pink tinged Sango's cheeks, and she felt herself growing flustered, which led to more mental self-berating.

"Nothing important... I mean, he was just being an ass, per usual," she muttered unconvincingly, leaning against the counter in an attempt to be casual. She picked up a stray pen, twiddling it between her fingers idly. Unaware to the young dentist, another glance was exchanged, followed by a brief nod.

"But Sango-san, don'tcha mean he has an ass? And a nice one at that..." Koharu mused, tapping her forefinger against her lips and batting her eyes dreamily. The stain of color on Sango's face rapidly grew brighter as her grip on the pen suddenly grew tight.

"Really? He has an ass? That's unusual, at least in Tokyo," Tsuyu said innocently.

"Unusual? But everyone has 'n ass!" Koharu insisted, planting her hands on her hips.

"I don't know anyone who owns a donkey!" the clerk argued, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation.

"Donkey? What d'you mean? We're talkin' about asses here, not donkeys!"

"But you said-"

"You know," Sango cut in, fully exasperated, "I don't know what inspired me to hire either of you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe that our first appointment is scheduled to be here at any minute. I need to go get ready." With that, she exited the room, leaving Tsuyu and Koharu staring after her in the most bemused way.

"You know, I think her reaction to these flowers has made it clear that some matchmaking is in demand!" Tsuyu whispered excitedly, giggling as she straightened a stack of folders on her desk. Koharu froze for a moment, her brow knitting in contemplation. At long last, a small smile tugged at her mouth

"What do you have in mind?"

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"Well, Kagome-chan, that's all... I don't think you'll need any extra appointments for a while... Six months should do it," Sango said absentmindedly as she marked a few things off on her clipboard. Her long time friend rolled her stormy-blue eyes as she hopped out of the reclined chair.

"Well, I sure hope that I'll be seeing you before then! Or will you be to busy with your secret admirer?" she teased, waving at the arrangements that had been tucked into every free corner in an attempt to free up some space in the lobby. Sango snorted.

"Don't you mean, 'not-so-secret'? But, anyway, maybe we could get together some time, when we get a break from work."

"Ah, Sango-chan! You're joking, right?" Kagome playfully scoffed, nudging the dentist's arm. "Between maintaining the shrine and making sure Inuyasha's not over-working himself in that demanding family business of his or killing someone- indirectly or not- I hardly have enough time for my bath at the end of the day!" They shared a laugh. "Well, look at the time! I'd better be off... Would you mind if I took some of these roses with me? They're so pretty!"

"Go ahead. I've got more than enough."

"Great! Now, I'll let you schedule my next appointment, 'kay? That way, you'll have to call me."

"Just like always," Sango said, smiling as her friend gathered several bouquets into her arms, taking a deep breath of the sweet fragrance.

"Yep! Well, I'll talk to you later then. Tell me how it goes with that guy, okay?" she called, winking as she exited the office. Sango rolled her eyes. About to return to her other clients, a very particular someone's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"You know, I don't believe I've ever seen you smile like that before."

Irked, Sango pivoted around to face Miroku, who was calmly folding up his newspaper. The dentist couldn't help but notice the topic.

Sports.

How typical...

"Well," she began, realizing she had yet to retort, "maybe I'd have a reason to if you were to keep those hands of your where they belong." He grinned bashfully, scratching the back of his neck as he processed the comment.

"What can I say? You're simply irresistible, Sango!" He continued quickly, recognizing the look of ill bode that he was receiving. "In more ways than just your lovely figure, of course!" He resisted letting out a sigh of relief when her expression shifted.

It was so much easier to make compromise with skepticism than it was with eminent death.

"In that case, do elaborate," Sango said with deliberate slowness, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Elaborate? Ah, let me see..." Miroku said, recognizing the underlying threat in her voice. He'd have to play this right if he wanted to live another day. "Well, let's see... First, there's your voice. It's indescribable... Unique, if you will, in a wonderful way. Your temper too. You never cease to amaze me with how quickly you switch gears. It's... cute."

Sango opened her mouth to protest. How dare he! However, she halted when he held up his hand to signal he was not yet finished, and instead settled for a discontented glare.

"And then, there's your eyes," Miroku continued softly. "If the saying, 'The eyes are the windows of the soul' applies to anyone, it applies to you."

Ah, there it was. You knew it was coming. What, you ask? Why, the blush that was steadily rising over Sango's face, tinting her cheeks and nose. Miroku tried to force down the urge to laugh, and utterly failed for all his work. This, of course, only caused Sango's problem to worsen.

"Finally, there's that blush of yours. No matter what mood you're in, it just accentuates your unquenchable, fiery spirit in a way I've never come across before," he said, reaching up to cup her rosy cheek in his palm. Her startled gaze leapt up to meet his.

"S-Somei-sama...?" she stuttered, unsure of what the man before her was before her was planning. Obviously, there was more to him than she had first believed. But, just what was he doing, letting his eyes drift like that? Was it just her, or was he looking... at her... lips? Oh God, he wasn't going to kiss her, was he?!

"There's no denying it, Sango. I find you gorgeous in every nameable way..." he murmured, letting his fingers brush back her bangs before returning to her cheek, his thumb wandering absently over her lips.

'Breathe, Sango. Breathe! Well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if he kissed me... I mean, he's a lot sweeter than I took him for...' Sango thought wonderingly as she felt Miroku move closer to her, his other hand somehow finding its way to her waist.

As for the "No Employee-Patient Rule," well... To hell with the rules! This was her establishment. She could change them if it pleased her to do so. And right now, with her amorous client's lips merely a breath's distance from her own, Sango didn't really care if anyone was going to think less of her for enjoying what life was going to throw at her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut when there was the clatter of a dropped clipboard. It was immediately followed by the embarrassed proclamation of, "Oh my! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt anythin'!"

It's a fact that nothing can jolt you out of a stupor like getting walked in during a "private" moment. Really! It's more effective than coffee!

Needless to say, the dentist took no time in wrenching herself away from Miroku, her face flaming.

"I- uh... Nothing! You didn't interrupt noth- I mean, anything, Koharu-san. I'll, um, be in my office!" Sango stammered before rushing off. Miroku sighed.

"So, so close..." he grumbled, shaking his head in regret. Koharu giggled, scurrying over to link her arm through his.

"Now, now! Don'tcha worry. Tsuyu and I have gotcha covered. Come on, I'll explain it while I clean your teeth of yours!"

'This is bound to be interesting...' Miroku couldn't help but think as he was dragged off.

*

Sango groaned as she sank into her office chair before leaning forward and letting her forehead hit the desk. How pathetically stupid could she be? She had nearly involved herself in a liplock with Tokyo's biggest lech!

Okay... So maybe he wasn't that bad, but that wasn't the point. The point was that they had almost kissed, and she had made no objection to the entire situation. With another groan, she lifted her head a few centimeters before letting it drop again.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

What was she going to do? Well, she knew the answer to that. She had to act as though nothing had happened.

Nothing.

Had.

Happened.

Sitting up straight, the young woman nodded to herself. It'd be easy. She'd fill his cavities, arrange an appointment for him for six months from now, and send him on his way. Everything would return to normal for the next half of the year.

Piece of cake.

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Aamalie: Heh. This chapter wrote itself. I had it planned to go somewhere entirely else, but once Miroku started talking, it just developed itself differently that expected. But, I have no qualms about it, seeing as how I was in some desperate need of writing some romance when I finished this chapter. I'd have had this out sooner, but I've been too lazy to transfer it from paper to type. Oh well. At least it's done!

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SaRaToNi- It did take a while, didn't it? Ah, oh well... At least I'm making progress, slow as it it... ^^;

Mystical Grace- Nee... Three Sangos! That's good... ^^; Poor Miroku... I almost pity him sometimes... But, he's still kawaii! *glomps him*

Wakadori Ramen- He ish dense, isn't he... Then again, most males are... Take Java for example... He's a moron... But then, he's also a dog... XD My dog...

Zero27- Is it just me, or are you just trying to have an excuse not to review? Sheesh! You may be repetitive, but I love to hear from you! *glomps* Forget I ever complained!!!

Amber Eyez- Ah, that I do... Koharu must die... Grr... So must this "Shima" person from volume 35... Or 36... I dunno... I've only seen pictures and read a few translations... No one must get in the way of the Mir/San! BWA HA HA HA HA!

Ken no Kakera- Yay! Flattery! *glomp* Unfortunately, I'm a horrible procrastinator when it comes to this fic... Neh, oh well...

Queenizzay- Yesh... Miroku must get his cavities filled... As must I, especially since I went to a party today and got lots of candy. Snapple didn't show up... Grr... Probably 'cause no one knew his number... I shall have to change that... ¬¬;

S@n-Ch@n- Neee.... So sorry for the slow update... I've been busy, and Snapple-boi has been distracting me... Not my fault he asked me out!!! XD Okay... Maybe there's a bit of blame on me there, seeing as how I had the crush on him, and I said yes when he asked, but... Neh... His fault!!! (Just 'cause it's easier!)

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Aamalie: *pokes* Thou... Shalt... Review... Please?