Sweet Tooth – Part Six: Dinner At
Her Place
Important Note: Whee! I have new jeans... Really- these
disclaimers of mine are magical... x.x And yeah... Sorry for the super-long wait... My mother likes
to ground me... And my teachers like to tell her I'm missing schoolwork. ;.;
Disclaimer: Me no own, so if you sue, you'll just
be wasting money on attorney fees…
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Miroku tapped his foot impatiently,
glancing around Sango's living room. It was a nice
room; well furnished an all. The peach wall color was nice. So was the TV… Yes,
very nice. Sofa was comfy… Damn it! His hands wouldn't stop twitching!
Why?
The answer was simple. Sango had gone to her room to change.
Miroku stuck his hands determinedly into
his pockets, trying desperately to ignore the urge to go sneak a peek. After
all, Sango was bound to have a nice body. She
looked pretty damn good as it was with clothes on. The young man shook his head
fiercely.
'No, damn it! Stop
thinking, you stupid lech… Sango's
not the sort who's going to fall for the 'I was looking for the bathroom' act. She proved
that by pointing out where the bathroom was before she went to change…
Ah, what the heck. It'll be worth it!' A rather curious little smile
flickered onto his face as he removed his hands from his pockets. He had just
risen to his feet when a click announced the opening of a door. Hurriedly, he
plopped back down, mustering his most innocent look.
Moments later, Sango emerged from the hallway. She had discarded her
businesslike slacks and button-up shirt for a more
comfortable attire consisting of a T-shirt and sweatpants. She smiled knowingly
at him, an eyebrow arched.
"Come on. Kitchen's
this way. And stop with the act… You were debating whether you were going to
peek or not, weren't you? I'm not stupid."
What was she? A mind-reader? Well, even though she had gotten it right on
the money, it didn't mean he had to plead guilty.
"Sango, dear. You wound me deeply," he said dramatically, placing
a hand over his heart as he stood again. "Do you truly have such little
faith in my respect for your privacy?"
"What little faith I
have in you is made up for with the faith I have in the lock on my bedroom
door," she replied lightly as they headed to the kitchen. She motioned for
Miroku to sit down on one of the stools surrounded
the island as she went to investigate her refrigerator. Sango
made a face as she examined it's contents.
"Figures… Nothing. Today's usually my grocery
day, so there's not a whole lot of option."
"That's all right. At
the moment, all the sustenance I require is your beautiful company," Miroku commented suavely from where he leaned against the
counter, having ignored her implied invitation to sit.
Sango released her hold on the
refrigerator door, letting it swing shut. She then turned, resting her back
against the metallic surface. A smile played mischievously on her lips.
"Unfortunately, I invited you in here with the intention of having
something to eat. If we're not going to have anything, maybe we should go get
my car?"
"Well, that's no
fun." He pushed away from the counter, looking thoughtful. "Hmm...
Where's your phone?"
"Over there," Sango said, waving a hand towards the hanging device.
"Why?" He gave a rough shrug as he waltzed over to phone, picking it
up and frowning as he tried to remember whichever number he was dialing.
"Since you claim
there's little choice of cuisine in your fridge, I figured pizza would be a
nice fill-in." Sango's expression blanked.
"But... I never get
take-out," she said. "Or delivery, for that matter." Miroku paused in his dialing to look over at Sango.
"Are you saying you
always make your own meals?" he asked, a bit stupefied.
"Of
course not! I mean, most the time I do make them, but when I don't want
to, I go to an actual restaurant. That way, the food is actually fresh when I
get it, and it hasn't gotten a chance to get all cold and whatnot."
Miroku considered her before setting down
the phone with a smirk.
"I suppose that's a
hint then?"
It was Sango's
turn to look stupefied.
"...A hint?"
"You would rather
that I took you out to dinner instead of pizza, eh? And then,
possibly a movie, where we can sit in the back of the theatre and we can...
Enjoy each other's company for a few hours?" Miroku
suggested with a wink. The dentist reddened ever so slightly, crossing her arms
over her chest as she stood up straight.
"Just... Just order
the stupid pizza! I'll be in the living room," she huffed over her
shoulder as she retreated from the kitchen.
With a chuckle, Miroku picked up the phone for a second time.
=
An hour later found the
two sitting comfortably in Sango's living room. A
half-way gone (or half-way there, if you want to be optimistic) pizza sat in
its cardboard box in the middle of the spotless glass coffee table. Sango was sitting cross-legged on her loveseat, leaning
back contentedly. She couldn't remember why exactly she had been so repelled by
the idea of eating pizza. The cheesy, pepperoni-topped goodness of it all was
downright delicious. And the soda... The dentistry
college she had attended must have brainwashed her without her even noticing.
That was the only explanation as to why she had given up all of these wonderful
foods.
Miroku, on the other hand, was sitting on
the floor, his arms linked around his knees. He wore a very self-satisfied
smirk, as well as a few sauce stains on his shirt. He had known that
pizza was the perfect food for Sango- as wonderful as
she was in every aspect, she was too uptight sometimes. Pizza was the perfect
casual food, and he could tell just by looking at her that the dentist had
relaxed her usual demeanor. As he watched her through partially lidded eyes,
she eventually noticed, and stared right back in an equally leisurely way.
"Why are you sitting
on the floor?" she finally asked. Miroku blinked
in surprise- of all the things she could have said, he hadn't been expecting
that.
"Worried I got pizza
stains on your carpet?"
"...Did you?" Sango inquired dangerously, her legs unwinding and dropping
to the floor slowly. An idea striking his mind, Miroku
made a great show of checking the area around him.
"Uh... I don't think
I did... Oh! No, it's just a piece of fuzz, or something. Is this...? Hmm. No, it's not pizza sauce. Huh. I just realized... Sango, what does a pizza-sauce stain look
like?" With something that sounded a lot like a growl, Sango
moved from her seat and onto the ground.
"Well, move so I can
check!" As soon as she had clambered near enough, Miroku
suddenly reached over and pulled her near him, helping her so she was sitting
properly. Sango seemed stunned for a moment, before
it dawned on her what had just happened. Whacking him upside the head with as
little force as she could muster, she narrowed her eyes at him.
"You're a
manipulative little... Little... Oh, I don't know... Monk! Did you know
that? Don't know what a pizza-sauce stain looks like indeed... Just take a look
at your shirt," she muttered darkly. Miroku gave
a short laugh.
"Manipulative? Sometimes. But a monk? Where did
you get that... uh... insult?"
"I don't know,"
she said. "Hmmm... It may be because you act so innocent sometimes, and
look like you'd be the gentlemanly sort... You know, like a monk would be. And
then, it turns out you're really something of a pervert, which would make you a
corrupted monk." He gave her his most dashingly lopsided grin.
"That doesn't stop
you from liking me, now does it, my dearest dentist?" She blushed a bit, but still managed to appear indignant.
"What gives you that
idea?" He moved closer to her, a devious sparkle in his almost hypnotic
eyes. 'They're pretty...' Sango found herself
thinking, 'like a mix of gray and purple and blue... All
in one... Oh, stop it Sango. You're acting
like a character out of a silly romance novel... Oh, like it matters. I have
read a few of those in the past year or two.'
"Shall I
demonstrate?" he asked, his face hazardously
close now. She raised an eyebrow coyly.
"Why
not?" She
couldn't help but be internally entertained by the
"I-just-won-the-lottery!" expression on Miroku's
face as he maneuvered closer to her. It lasted until she chose to continue.
"That is," she said, shifting away cheerfully, "after I get my
car back... And after you take me to dinner, and possibly a movie, this
upcoming... Saturday?"
Was she serious? Was he
dreaming? Miroku wasn't sure. He thought that Sango- his beautiful, yet rather reserved Sango- had just suggested a date. She didn't look to be
joking. In fact, she appeared to be downright serious, and even a little
expectant. Shaking himself out of his stupor, Miroku
grinned.
"Are you suggesting
we go out then? Aren't we forgetting that small little rule of yours?" Sango shrugged.
"Well, it's my
business and my rules. I could change them if I wanted to, but since you don't
seem too interested, forget I said anything."
"Whoever said I
wasn't interested?" Miroku demanded.
"Backing out so soon, eh? I think I might just have to take you up on that
suggestion if you think you want to try and get away from me." The dentist
flashed him a smile.
"Great! Then let's go
get my car!"
=
Later that night, when Sango finally made it home, she couldn't help but feel
amazingly giddy. Humming happily, she set down her purse and plopped down on
the couch. The day had been one of her best in what felt like forever. And she
even had an upcoming date to look forward to!
"So, Miroku..." she murmured thoughtfully, "I guess
you're almost not as bad as I thought." The 'almost' was necessary. He was
sweet; Sango had to admit that. Yet, there was still
the issue of groping. After they had reached the office parking lot, he had
decided to cop a feel, but he had managed to redeem himself after being slapped
with many apologies and that innocent act he was so talented at.
When had she
started to buy it? Sango couldn't recall. But, it
didn't matter. He was going to take her on a date!
Her miniature celebration
was made short when her cell phone began to ring. Pulling it from her purse,
she checked the caller-ID. It was Kagome. Pushing Miroku
temporarily to the edge of her thoughts, Sango
pressed the 'Talk' button.
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Aamalie: I should be doing my math homework
right now. I really should. But I felt like writing, instead of waiting
another week for summer to get here. Be happy for now, but be warned. Another
grounding may be on the way... ;.;
Whoah. I just realized- she called him Miroku right there at the end. Eh heh...
Whoops. Oh well. I'll leave it as is! =D
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Inuyasha19912- Well, Sango
IS fairly depressed in the show... Keep that in mind. Romance is one of the
last things on her mind- killing Naraku and getting
back Kohaku are her main priorities. As this is an
AU, she has a little more leeway emotionally.
Sn-Chn- I would write faster... If I
didn't get in trouble so much. v.v
Oh well. Glad to know your torture-period is almost over! Mine will be over
once I get good grades. Pardon- IF I get good grades...
Lady Netiri- Yes... Fast update followed by a very long one... -.- Life sucks.
Blackcat8610- o.o;;; That... Was creepy...
LiL psYch0- You have me there so I can brag
about my numbers and feel smug and whatnot. xD Keep me there!!!
izu- Well, I always mysteriously end up writing them instead
of doing my homework, so I guess we're even, ne?
Kin103- It could of ending in Miroku-bashing... But I felt more like romance, for some
reason. Maybe 'cause my own lovelife suuuuuucks... ;.;
Aprill May- Review disclaimer, eh? LoL. =P Hmmm... Weird random
weapons aren't good... [hides]
Corisu- Yep. Somei-kun...
And now Miroku... I'm
rushing this fic right along, aren't I? ...Plotwise, that is...
Queenizzay- Yes... Feel the glory of my AU fics! And I do hope to make them makeout
in the office... Sometime. I dunno
when though...
Herb of the Loom- Yeah, it's going fast, but... I
don't feel like dragging it out until chapter 10-onwards... I do that in too
many fics... xD
vilja- Nah... No evil issues in this fic. Just light-hearted fun. =)
lady lilacks- [steals Miroku
from your closet when you're not looking]
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Aamalie- Wow... A lot of people are happy Sango is "taking initiative"... ¬¬ If only she
were like that in the actual story... sigh Oh well. Review whilst I kill Quick
Edit for eating my stars... AND my smilies!