The Opposite Of Attraction – Part Four: The
Opposite
Aamalie: I am so bleeping
bogged down in endless writing right now, its not even funny. I have two rough
drafts for major story projects due for school on Monday... I’m not even
halfway through one, and the other isn’t even started yet. x.x All of you will
feel special that I spent a decent chunk of my time writing this, even though
it’s short. Blah.
Disclaimer:
Roses
are red, Violets are blue, Miroku can be a perv, but he’s really cute too... XD
And no, I don’t own him. Or Sango. Or pretty much anyone else in this fic.
Sucks, huh?
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Miroku’s mind
slowly shifted into a more alert state as he awoke. He yawned and tried to sit
up, only to suddenly find that he could not. Both eyes popped open, and he
glanced downwards to find what he considered quite a sight to be seen.
Sango was
asleep beside him, her dark hair fanning out as she used his shoulder as a sort
of pillow, and his arm was curled around her own shoulders comfortably. He
couldn’t remember falling asleep, much less ending up like this. They had
talked for several hours the night before, merely asking questions and
answering in turn. They had only stopped twice to move the leftover food
downstairs and to change. Miroku wasn’t even sure when the cameramen, who they
had been paying little to no attention to, had left.
He sighed,
shifting slightly so as to better see the girl next to him. Sango was gorgeous.
Then again, he had known that that when he’d first seen her. That had been part
of the reason why he had so adamantly insisted that she would be the one to be
on the show with him.
Miroku
smirked, thinking of the talking-to Kikyou had given him after her interview
with Sango, when she had found out about the elevator incident from Rin. Given
the proper motivation, that woman could be quite scary, especially when it came
to her work. However, Miroku found that Sango’s slaps were much more fearsome.
He trailed a finger down her arm thoughtfully, murmuring with a touch of humor,
“Yes, Sango, you have quite a swing...” He sighed.
Looks aside, she
wasn’t at all what he had been predicting. She had a fiery nature beneath the
almost shy exterior and the dazzling smile. When he’d first encountered Sango,
Miroku had assumed she was the quiet and chronically smiling sort, and that
it’d be easy to get under her skin. Now that it had come to it, he realized
that he’d probably have a much more difficult time with her than he would have
hoped, but that was probably why Kikyou had actually honored his demands.
Although the producer had originally disapproved of the liberties he had tried
to take, she was a good judge of character, and would have only permitted Sango
onto the show if she did meet the set requirements for casting...
All of the
clues pointed to one thing: Sango was his opposite.
That... That
was going to make life difficult. He’d have to work harder, at the very least.
He just hoped that no more issues would arise that would cause Sango to lock
herself up again. It had been exasperating enough the first time...
Miroku gave
himself a mental shake, breaking out of the whirlwind of his thoughts. He had
to stop dwelling on everything before anything even had a chance to start,
after all, things in reality television had a habit of being unpredictable. He
just had to let it play itself out, and play along in the meantime. He was more
than ready for any curveballs that could be sent his way.
However,
Miroku suddenly realized, if Sango were to wake up while they were in the
unexpected position they were in at the moment, her reaction probably would be
predictable- especially after yesterday. So, he carefully eased his arm from
beneath Sango, wincing when she shifted slightly and sighed before rolling
over, still asleep. Miroku smiled warmly down at her slumbering form for a few
seconds, relieved and admiring, then finally turned and headed out of the room.
-
Sango slowly
awoke a while later, and she stared at the ceiling for a few moments until she
remembered where she was. After checking the clock and seeing that it was still
fairly early (a little after seven) she decided to get up and go get some
breakfast. Maybe she would run across her new, although temporary, housemate
along the way... Not that it would matter if she didn’t.
She made her
way down the stairs, wandering through the still unfamiliar hallways and rooms
until she found the kitchen. Sango spotted Miroku sitting on a barstool at the
counter with his back to her as she entered, seemingly eating cereal as he
flipped through a magazine and was filmed by several bored cameramen.
“Good
morning,” she greeted, bypassing him as she headed for the fridge. He looked
up, then closed the periodical and smiled at her.
“It is now,”
Miroku said, “now that you’re here.”
Sango just
shot him a dry glance over her shoulder before pulling out one of the containers
of leftover Chinese food from the night before. She checked the contents,
finding it to be lemon chicken, and closed the fridge before grabbing a fork
from the drawer and digging in. After a few bites, she decided to reply
Miroku’s earlier comment. “You’re absolute nonsense, you know that?”
“Hey! I resent
that!” Miroku pouted for a few seconds, before dropping the expression to take
another bite of cereal. “Actually, maybe you’re right. That was a lie.”
“Oh?” Sango
took a seat on the other side of the counter, waiting for him to elaborate, not
that she particularly trusted that grin... She didn’t know Miroku all too well,
as they had only met less than twenty-four hours before, but she had talked to
him enough to begin to recognize certain facial expressions as potentially
questionable in nature.
“Yes, I
admit...” Miroku set down his spoon in order to regard her with all due
seriousness. “The day was good the moment I woke up, when I found a certain
lovely young woman snuggled against me in her sleep.”
“Wha...” It
took a moment for the meaning of his words to fully hit Sango, and when that
meaning did hit her, a pronounced blush made its way onto her cheeks and she
choked on the piece of chicken she had been swallowing. After a short spasm of
coughing, she managed to glare at him reproachfully. “That’s not funny,” she
said at last, standing up quickly and starting to walk away.
Miroku quickly
abandoned his cereal to follow her. “Wait! Sango, where are you going?” ‘It’s
not that bad...’
She stopped at
the foot of the staircase to answer him. “Where do you think? It’s morning. I
just got up and I’ve eaten. And, since I don’t feel like talking to someone who
is just going to try and make me uncomfortable on purpose, I’m going to go take
a shower.” With that, she began to march up the steps again, before a thought
struck her and made her pause. “Also...” She turned to look Miroku in the eye.
“Don’t you dare follow me in.”
“Ah... Of
course not!” Miroku nodded quickly to show her that he understood, waving her
onwards. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“Okay then.”
Sango graced her companion with a small, somewhat forgiving smile before she
continued on her way.
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Sango adored
hot showers. They were so relaxing... She no longer felt annoyed, and that was
definitely a good thing. Now that she was clean and happy, she could face the
world... Perverts named Miroku included. Evil cameras of untimely doom as well.
Deciding that she had indeed rinsed all of the soap from her body, Sango turned
off the water. She wrung the excess liquid from her long hair and then pushed
aside the shower curtain and wrapped a towel around her head turban-style.
She had just
taken another towel and twisted it around her body, stepping out of the tub,
when the bathroom door opened...
...And in
strolled Miroku.
Both froze.
Typically, it
was the male who found his voice first.
“Don’t mean to
interrupt! Just wanted to get my toothbrush.” Miroku picked the said object up
off of the counter, holding it up with a satisfied grin as his eyes swept
across the length of her scantily clad body. It was then that Sango chose to
make her disapproval known.
“Get out!” she
yelled, grabbing a bar of soap and hurling it at him, followed by a shampoo
bottle and next a conditioner container. “Out!”
“Ah! Sango!”
Miroku held up an arm to defend his poor head from the flying objects. “All
right! I’m leaving!” He ducked out the door, pulling it closed behind him. Then
the door stopped its movement, and Miroku suddenly popped back in. “But one
thing before I leave... Sango, I have to say, you look sexy in a towel!”
That’s when a
roll of toilet paper hit him in the forehead.
“GET OUT!”
He hurriedly
obliged.
And the best
part? Every moment of it was caught on camera.
Talk about
priceless.
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Kikyou slammed
her desk phone down onto its hook, rather annoyed. Although most people
wouldn’t be able to tell if they looked at her, she was under a lot of stress,
and was most assuredly feeling it. The call she had just received didn’t make
matters any better. Instead, they sort of made them worse.
The producer
had just gotten word that her current boss, the owner of the channel that was
to host her show, was going to be dropping in sometime in the next week to
check on the progress that was being made. If he didn’t think that the selected
individuals being filmed were suited for the job, or that what was going on
wasn’t going to attract viewers and get high ratings... Well, he’d just cut the
funding.
That would be
bad.
If she wasn’t
funded, then she couldn’t produce her ideas. That meant that she’d have nothing
to profit from, which resulted in a lack of an income. To put it shortly,
living off of no paycheck was a difficult thing, especially in America.
Actually, it could apply to almost everywhere, but that wasn’t the point.
The point was
that she knew the station owner, and she knew how he acted. People thought that
she could be... difficult... sometimes. Those people had never met her
boss. He was that way all of the time, and Kikyou had yet to hear of any
evidence stating otherwise. But one thing was for certain; she did not
want to hear his criticism. At least, not until the filming was done and over
with.
Unfortunately,
no one seemed to care what Kikyou wanted...
The woman
sighed, forcing herself to relax her temper. She’d been overworking herself while
making sure everything running smoothly, and was on fragile nerves as a result.
Reality TV was
a pain... Kikyou was much more accustomed to the production of normal programs,
where she could hire actual actors and they’d do what they were supposed to.
However, she’d been hard pressed to come up with any ideas for a new series for
almost a year, so she’d turned to Opposite Attract as a last resort
idea. Thank goodness it seemed to be on a roll.
“Enough,” she
sighed to herself, taking the stack of paperwork she’d been going through and
tossing it into her briefcase in an uncharacteristic mess. Closing it, Kikyou
picked it up and walked out of her office, locking it behind her. It was barely
noon, but she needed a break. First though, she wanted to do one thing.
Kikyou turned
down a corridor, picking out a door and walking through it into a feed room.
Several color TVs were mounted on the wall, each screen showing a different
angle of a scene. Someone else was already there, watching what was being
filmed at that same moment.
Kagome looked
at Kikyou when the producer entered, offering a polite smile.
“What’s going
on?” Kikyou asked with a quick nod. Although she retained her professional
manner, she didn’t feel motivated to exchange any pointless pleasantries with
the show hostess... In fact, Kikyou didn’t particularly like Kagome, for
whatever reason. The only reason she had been hired was that she was the best
actress for the job.
“Oh, Miroku’s
just working his magic. He walked in on Sango after she took a shower a while
ago. Otherwise it’s pretty slow. It’ll probably pick up tomorrow, when we start
giving them the twists. Or they might get into the alcohol. Whichever.”
“That’s fine.
If anything important happens, make sure you call me right away.”
Kagome raised
an eyebrow. “You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
“All right.
See you tomorrow then.” The hostess suddenly grinned. “Unless something
interesting happens.”
Kikyou left
without another word.
-
“Any fives?”
“Yeah,
here...” Miroku slid a five of diamonds across the coffee table, which Sango
moved slightly before placing another five on top of it.
“Thanks. Got a
Jack?” she asked, eyeing her hand.
“Go fish.”
Sango drew a card, and waited for Miroku to make his turn as he massaged the
still fading handprint on his cheek. “Uh... Any Kings?”
“Go fish.”
Miroku
shrugged, picking from the pile, cracking a smirk when he saw he had gotten
what he needed to make a pair. He then looked at Sango expectantly, but she
only sighed, leaning back against the couch.
“Why is today
so boring? Three.”
He gave her a
three. “Eh... They don’t have anything planned for today, I suppose. And so,
we’re left to our own devices, which, apparently, include playing a game I
learned about two decades ago. Any queens?”
“Nada. Go
fish. I don’t see why they didn’t plan this better. I mean, I’ve never really
watched these sorts of shows before... But at least when I flipped through a
channel, the people looked like they were doing something interesting.
They definitely weren’t sitting on the ground and playing cards. Do you have an
ace?”
Miroku scowled
and handed his ace of spades over. “Curse you... I need an eight. Please say
you have an eight? I don’t really mind, actually. I’d rather have a quiet day
before all hell breaks loose. Besides, if you’re that bored, we could go take a
look at all of that booze and wine and liquor they’ve got in the fridge again.
And, better yet! After that, you can come sit on my lap and I’ll show you ways
to not be bored!” he suggested with an over-cheerful wink.
Sango simply wasn’t
convinced.
“Why you...
Just, go fish!”
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Aamalie: This chapter sucked,
even though I liked it. V.v Mainly cause my brain stopped functioning when I
was planning. But things will start getting better next update... I
think. -checks plans- Oh, yeah. :) You’ll all like it. It’s just having the
time to write it that’s the issue... ;.; Too many projects! -dies in one of
May’s corners-
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Starzki- Yes... That spa... I
can’t wait for that chapter. It’s bad. I’m bad for thinking it up. And
don’t worry... I don’t watch reality tv much either. It’s stupid... Unless
Miroku and Sango are there.
Black
Element-
v.v Not in Japan... California. Because I felt like it. As for their name
meanings... I’ll tell you in about ten chapters. -smiles-
Pocket Ace- The Central Valley
sucks. No one can drive. I wanna leave too. XD Fancy that.
AnimeAnna22- Ah, you didn’t offend.
No worries... And no, I haven’t read that. I tend to not read I-K fics of any
sort, unless certain people wrote them.
Kaylana- Well Miroku’s smart
like that. So he gets locked out. Trust me, that’s just the first time.
Stripe- Mir-San needs to be
everyone’s favorite pairing. If it’s not yours already, then get up off yer bum
and change that because alt. pairings are the work of Satan and they are my
bane. -hisses at your fics- They also make me write slower when I see them
because they piss me off... o.O And stuff.
Dolphin
Slam-
Eh heh. The city’s nice, but a lot of the people aren’t... -.-;
Vampire-Elf- ;.; You ditcher. I’m
so abandoned...
Windsprite- I like it better when
PoF makes them spar... Cause then they’re actually getting physical and
dirty... xD I said nothing.
BaByXbOoX143- Err... There will be
no lemon. I don’t write lemons. It ain’t my piece o’ pie. it’s just not.
Eugh...
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Because you all luffle me.
:) You know
its true.