Chapter 3
Sango heard a knock on her door the next evening. She knew exactly who it was and for some reason she had even taken the extra time to apply her make up which she rarely wore. She opened the door to find Miroku standing on her threshold, his books in hand.
"Hello, my beautiful teacher." He said cheerfully. "You look amazing this evening."
"Well, thank you, Miroku." She said kindly, allowing him inside. "Take a seat, make yourself at home. I'm going to run upstairs and get my books."
"Take your time." Miroku said, relaxing on the comfortable couch. He watched her until she disappeared up the staircase then he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. Who knew an earthling could be that beautiful?
"Well, now you seem a bit preoccupied." He heard an all too familiar female voice from above his head. He turned around to find Hideko perched gracefully atop a bookshelf.
"Hideko? What are you doing here?" Miroku asked, his eyes grew wide as he looked up at the staircase, hoping Sango wouldn't return.
"Relax, Miroku. She can't see or hear me." Hideko informed him. "However, if you speak to much she might think you are talking to yourself and deem you as insane."
Miroku lowered his voice to a whisper. "Yea, well I have a lot of studying to do tonight, so I don't have time for your antics."
Hideko jumped down, landing perfectly on her feet and poised herself on her toes. "I just figured you'd like to know there is a new boy in town who is the key for completing your task."
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's his name?"
"His name is Marcus Cooper. That's all the information I could gather for you right now, but when you meet him, try and make good friends with him." Hideko told him with a smile.
"Is he part of the 100th couple I'm going to help?" Miroku asked curiously.
"Oh, Miroku, you do ask too many question." She said, patting him on the head. "I think I hear Sango returning." She said, holding her hand over his mouth. "Remember, you never saw me. Adios." And once again she was gone.
Miroku narrowed his eyes and he saw Sango reenter the room. Lucky for him, she was clueless about Hideko's visit and didn't suspect a thing. "Sorry I took so long. I hope you weren't bored."
"No, no." He said shaking his head. "Not at all. Though, I must say I am glad that you have returned."
Sango blushed a little and sat down beside him, cracking open a literature book with a rather long list that Kris had given her of Miroku's missed work. "Alright, so we are reading a Roman Mythology story."
Miroku looked down at the book. "About what exactly?"
"Well, I'm sure you've heard of cupid." She said. "The son of Venus. He's usually depicted in pictures as being a chubby baby with wings and arrows."
Miroku raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Somehow I doubt that Cupid really looks like that."
"Really?" Sango asked, interested. "How so?"
Miroku was caught off guard by her question, but he kept his cool. "Well, think about it. How can a fat, chubby baby make people fall in love and want to you know…have sex."
"Apparently, in roman mythology they thought that it could." Sango said with a giggle. "If you wrote the legend of Cupid how would you describe him then?"
Miroku sat back and made a thoughtful noise from the back of his throat. "Well, he'd definitely be an older, very handsome man. He's be witty, charming and I'd have to do away with the sissy little wings like he has in all of these pictures."
Sango smiled and shook her head. "So, in other words Cupid would be exactly like you."
He nodded and grinned. "You catch on fast." He said.
"Yes, well I'm very astute." She said, flipping a page. "Do you know who is in this picture?" She asked.
"Well, whoever she is, she's naked and pretty hot." He commented, getting a closer look at the picture.
Sango rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his hand. "That's Venus, Cupid's mother."
Miroku quickly reared back. "Uhm, why is she naked?" He asked, grossed out by the fact he was basically checking out his own mother.
"Well, Venus is always naked in most pictures." She said. "In roman mythology she is called Venus, but in Greek Mythology she is most commonly called Aphrodite. She's the goddess of love and eroticism."
Miroku swallowed hard. "Ok, I think I got it." He said, feeling himself turn green. He didn't want to think of his own mother in such a way, but it was one way to kill an erection, that's for sure. He clearly needed a change of subject. "So, Sango," His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "What about you? Do you believe in love?"
She was a bit taken back by his question and slowly shook her head. "Oh, no. Love to me isn't real. It's just something guys use to have sex. At least that's what I was told."
Miroku's face softened. He of all people knew love was as real as real could get and it always made him quite sad when he heard that someone didn't believe in it. "Well, that's not necessarily true."
"Why?" Sango asked, forgetting about the text book. "Have you ever been in love?"
"If I was I didn't know it." He said, relaxing back into the couch beside her. "And I assume you haven't either?"
"Right." She said, then a few seconds of silence passed between them. "Is that bad?"
"No, it's just…maybe you haven't found the right man yet." He said, shifting closer to her. He looked into her eyes and brushed a dark lock of hair behind her ear. "But, I'm sure you will. Your gorgeous."
She blushed and her lip quivered with anticipation as he drew closer to her. She felt his warm breath brush her lips and his soft fingertips caress her skin. "Any man would be lucky enough to show you what love is." He said, his voice was smooth and handsome.
Her voice was shaky as she spoke. "I've never…been kissed before." She said, her whole body shaking uncontrollably as he drew in even closer to her. His lips were mere inches from her own, and their eyelashes brushed as she closed her eyes.
"Would you like to be?" He asked, finally, after drinking in her scent and her presence. She was beautiful and more in just the physically sense. She smelled beautiful, she sounded beautiful and she felt beautiful.
Sango opened her eyes, her dark chocolate eyes staring back into the wintry depths of his own. With a small nod, Miroku leaned forward pressing a tantalizing kiss to her lips with his own. He felt his own heart stop, then start beating again as he expertly caressed her mouth lovingly with his own.
He nipped at her bottom lip and she pulled on to his shirt, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of him a little too much. He felt himself becoming excited, experiencing the very same emotion he was destined to bring upon other people, something he had never felt before with anyone else.
His mind was swimming with emotions, as he felt her shaking in his arms. His tongue swept across her bottom lip and her eyes flew open before she pushed him back weakly until he found the strength to stop.
They stared at each other, Miroku's schoolwork forgotten. Sango struggled to catch her breath as her lips tingled from the wonderful sensation of his tongue. He could still taste the flavor of her lip gloss on his tongue and he tried his best to calm his breathing. The thought running through his mind were not going to take him over this time, he wouldn't let it, no matter how tempting they may be.
"Wow." He said, after a moment. He chuckled and sat back. "That was…"
"Bad?" She asked, blushing.
"No! The exact opposite." He said quickly. "It was amazing. Wow." He leaned back and raked his fingers through his thick black hair.
"Well, now I know why people enjoying doing that so much." She said, smiling. She suddenly felt awkward as neither one of them knew what to say after that. Miroku felt as if he was in the middle of some bad teen movie and forgot his line. He never had trouble before talking to girls, but this one had made his mind go completely numb and he didn't want to say anything stupid or offensive. He knew sometimes earthlings can take things wrong.
Sango was the first to break the silence. "Uhm, it's getting late…" She said, not making eye contact with him.
Miroku stood up. "Oh right. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."
She led him to the door. "Oh no, your not. I just…need some time to think."
He sighed and leaned against the door frame. "Your not going to hate me for doing that are you?"
She leaned in towards him and gave him a brief, yet thrilling kiss. "Of course not." She gave him a smile and he returned it. His eye sparkled with a lust and she felt something pool between her thighs, just the way he was looking at her was setting her world on fire. "I'll see you at school Monday."
"Right. I'll see you." He said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." She said shyly as he exited onto her porch, she shut the door softly and leaned against it, replaying what had just happened in her mind. She got her first kiss from an incredibly attractive guy. Her heart was still pounding and her lips were still tingling.
She headed for her room and quickly dialed Misty's number. She had to talk about what just happened for she might just explode.
It was Saturday morning, the sun had risen hours ago, but Miroku was still slumbering and drooling on his pillow. He finally did awake, only to wipe off the side of his face and get his cheek out of the puddle of drool that had collected on his pillow, but when he opened his eyes he saw Hideko standing in the corner of the room with her arms folded and a mischievous grin on her pretty face.
His wiped his eyes and peered at her. "Why do you always have to ghost around like that, Hideko? How long have you been watching me sleep."
"Oh, a couple of hours." She said casually. "I would have woken you up, but I didn't have the heart. You looked so peaceful."
Miroku sat up, exposing his half-naked body and a pair of plaid boxers. "Well, obviously there is a reason why you're here." He said, questioningly.
"Well, actually yes." She replied. "You can't just go around kissing people, Miroku. It's against the rules."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Miroku said, kicking the quilt off of him. "You were spying on me last night?"
"I don't like to call it 'spying' as much as I would call it 'looking out for you' " Hideko said nonchalantly.
He sighed and plopped back down on his bed. "I don't need you to look out for me, Hideko. I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself."
"You're 17."
Miroku raised an eyebrow. "17,000 is more like it." He said rolling his eyes.
"Come on, Miroku. Talk to me." Hideko said, sitting beside him. "I know your hormones are raging right now at your age, but you have to learn to control yourself."
"Why does it matter to you?" Miroku said, standing up and walking over to his closet. He felt awkward being half-naked with a girl in the room, even if she was a strange girl.
"Because," Hideko said with a kind smile. "What if you fall in love with her? Then when it's time for you to come back home, you're just going to be heartbroken."
Miroku scoffed at her as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. "Yea, sure. Like I'd ever fall in love." He said. "I've been alive for thousands of years and---" He stopped as he tugged on his jeans.
Hideko looked at him curiously. "And what?"
"And I've never felt like that before in my life." He said, resigning himself to sit back on his bed beside Hideko. "I mean, when I kissed it was like…every nerve in my body was on fire. Oh damn, Hideko, you're right."
The blond girl simply sighed. "Am I going to have to come down to earth in human body form and help you keep that perverted nature of yours at bay?"
"No, Hideko. Really." He said. "I can control myself. Besides, it's not my fault Kris put me with one of the hottest girls in school and I'm required to be at her house all alone with her."
"I suppose your right." Hideko said, standing up. "By the way, that teacher of yours is a total hottie." She said, giggling and in a puff of pink smoke she was gone.
Miroku waved it away with his hand. "Great, now she's got pink smoke." He said, shaking his head. Well, there was nothing left to do now but try to catch up on some English homework so he'd have something to actually turn into Kris Monday morning. Of course, he'd still need tutoring of course. All of this wasn't exactly easy stuff and the picture of the naked Venus was incredibly disturbing to him.
Misty was alone Sunday evening, not looking forward to much but a boring evening at home while her three older sisters prepared for dates. She looked at her phone and wondered if she should call Ash, but she already knew how the evening would end. He would end up mad at her for not giving into his pleas to have sex with him.
Her older sister Violet walked into the room, wearing a short green sparkly dress, too much perfume and a sparkly green flower in her blue-tinted hair. "You have my cell phone number right?" She asked, casually as she checked her appearance in the mirror.
"Yes." Misty said, rolling her eyes.
"Good." Her other sister Daisy said as she helped her other sister Lilly with her dress. "Now, remember, if you go out with Ash tonight and things get hot, make sure you totally use protection."
Lilly laughed. "Yea, like Misty would ever get that far with him."
Violet buckled her shoes. "Well, if I was Misty I would totally be after Rocky."
"It's Brock." Misty said.
"Oh, yea. Whatever." Violet said giggling. "He's totally hot."
Misty turned away from then and folded her arms. "Why don't you guys just leave me alone?"
"Oh, chill out, Mist." Lilly said, grabbing her purse from the arm chair. "You know we love you."
"Yea, I know…" She said, sighing.
The three girls left the house and Misty overheard Violet saying something along the lines of "If she doesn't go out with Brock soon, I might." Then it was followed by a fit of giggles from her three sisters.
Misty looked at herself in the mirror. She remembered when they were kids, how much Brock had liked Violet. He used to always make excuses to come over when she was home and for some reason now, the thought of her sister and Brock together, made her insanely jealous.
For some reason, the thought of him being with any girl made her insane jealous lately and she wasn't sure why. She was with Ash and she was completely happy, right? She tried to convince herself time and time again that she was happy with Ash, but when Brock held her hands in his at school the day before she felt something unusual, yet pleasant and welcoming.
She wasn't sure what to think anymore.
It was April first, the joker's holiday. Sango knew to be extra cautious of this day and not to be so gullible. She'd never live down the time last year when Gary Oak told her she had left her headlights on the car, only to walk outside to have one his friends blow air up her skirt so everyone could get a glimpse of her panties.
It was the most embarrassing day of her Junior year and this year she wore a pair of jeans. She sat in the library during her lunch break, reading a romance novel and nibbling on a honey bun. She felt a pair of warm male hands cover her eyes and she tried her best to hold back a grin when a smooth voice tickled her ear. "Guess who?" He said quietly.
"It's not Cupid, is it?" She asked jokingly with a grin.
"Eh, close enough." Miroku said with a shrug. "Whatcha reading?" He asked.
Without taking her eyes from the page, she simply held the book up so he could read the title. "Ooh, 'Hot Surrender' " He said, admiring the image of an attractive couple in the middle of rumpled sheets and tugging at each other's close in a fit of passion. "Sounds hot. Thought you said you didn't believe in romance…"
Sango's gaze peered over at him from over the top of the page. "I don't." She said. "I enjoy the entertainment, but none of this stuff really happens. This is all just fantasy."
"So you have fantasies." Miroku said raised an eyebrow at her questioningly and she simply rolled her eyes.
"I'm not obligated to answer that." She said, flipping another page. Miroku peered over her shoulder.
"Have you gotten to the sex part yet?" He asked.
Sango sighed. "No, not yet." She said, starting to get a little irritated. She only had thirty minutes to read, and that was really hard to do when he was looming over her shoulder like this. It was very distracting and Sango didn't really want to admit why she had become so distracted.
Miroku sat down and crunched loudly on an apple. "I read one of those one time."
"I wonder why…" She said, closing the book, giving up on getting any reading done. "Let me guess, you didn't read the actual story, you just read the erotic parts."
"Well, yea." He said, laughing. "My ex-girlfriend was a hopeless romantic. I read one of her novels she had one time."
"Exact opposite of me, hm?" She asked, smiling at him with her eyes. Miroku was at a loss of words for an instant. He leaned back in his chair, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
"Well, maybe that's why I find you so intriguing." He said. "Maybe one day I'd like to show you a thing or two that's in that book of yours."
A deep blush came across her cheeks and she picked up her backpack. "My lunch break is almost over."
Miroku stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Whoa, wait, you're not mad at me about the other night are you?"
"I told you I wasn't." She said, finding herself unable to tear her gaze away from his. Her mouth curled into a smile. "I told you I enjoyed it."
"Trust me, I did too." Miroku said following her out of the library. "I'd like to do it again sometime, if you'd give the chance."
Sango bit her bottom lip contemplatively and tore her gaze away from his. "I…I don't know, Miroku." She said. "We probably shouldn't discuss this here in school. People will hear and start rumors."
"Well, what are you doing tonight?" Miroku asked. "Maybe I can take you out to dinner and we can discuss it there?"
"I have cheerleading practice until five…" She said, still trying to process the fact he actually asked her on a date. She stopped when it finally hit her. "Did you just ask me out on a date?"
He gave her a smooth grin and leaned against her locker as she pulled out her chemistry book. "If you want to call it a date." He shrugged one shoulder and he looked over at Sango, who seemed to be preoccupied with someone down the hall.
"Oh no, it's Gary." She said, shutting her locker.
"Gary?" Miroku asked, suddenly feeling defensive. "What? Is he an ex boyfriend of yours or something?"
"No." She said. "I would never date him in a million years, even if my life depended on it."
"Does that mean I at least have a chance?" Miroku asked with a grin. Flirting was fun and harmless and he hoped Hideko wasn't spying on him right now.
Gary approached the two of them and a cocky grin came across his face. "Well if it isn't little miss sexy thong girl. What have you got on this year, sweet cheeks?"
Sango blushed even more, and the back of her neck burned with embarrassment especially since he bought of her traumatic event in front of Miroku. She was expecting him to laugh, but instead he was giving him a loathsome stare. "Leave her alone." He said in a deep, foreboding tone.
"Oh, you got your little boyfriend protecting you this year, I see." He said, sizing Miroku up. "Well, you know it could have been worse, you could have been wearing granny panties that day." He said with a laugh, and Miroku clenched his fist.
Gary stuck his hands in his pockets and brushed past them. "Tell your boy toy not to get all defensive. I'm after someone else this year anyway." He said, waving a hand as his back faced them and he paced down the hall.
"What an asshole." Miroku snorted gruffly as he relaxed against the lockers. "I can't believe he did something like that to you."
"Oh it's old news." Sango said casually. "The whole school's forgotten about it, he's the only one who still remembers."
"Yea, but still, any man that can do that to a woman isn't a man at all." He said, his gaze burning holes into the back of Gary's head.
"Yes, well Gary isn't exactly mature." She said sighing. "Would you like to walk me to my English class?"
Miroku was caught off guard but agreed very happily and offered to carry her books. "So, do I get my answer or what?" He asked.
She looked at him, taking a few seconds to remember his question. She smiled a bit before opening the door to Kris' classroom. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
"Hey, that's better than a no."
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