Chapter 4
Misty Waterflower was grateful when the bell rang after seventh period. It was time to go home and Monday was finally over. She headed out to the parking lot, rummaging through her purse for her keys, all the while looking around for Brock. The parking lot was unusually crowded.
People where enjoying the warm spring air, coming out from their hibernation from winter. She herself had even worn a flirty sundress today to celebrate the warm weather. Her red hair was down with a few tendrils tied back at the back of her head. The pale yellow colour of the sundress reminded her of the warm ray from the sun reflecting off the parking lot, and for the summer's heat she was looking forward to after graduation.
She stepped onto a grassy knoll and then behind a car, when suddenly she felt something tugging on her dress. Misty stopped and whirled around, only to hear a terrifying rip and the draft of a spring breeze. The whole parking lot was silent, students stopped talking, cars stopped beeping, even the cars had stopped driving.
Tears welled up in her blue-green eyes and with much regret she looked down. Her thin lacy bra and matching panties were the only thing covering her body from the world. "Oh--my…" She covered her face and started to sob as she heard whistles and laughing from all around, then Gary Oak stood out from behind a truck.
"Well, now we all know why Ash Ketchum dates you, Red." He said with an evil grin. Misty was so shocked she couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She couldn't even from her car. Misty looked around the parking lot, only to see that Ash was perched on top of his own car full of other football team members. He whistled and sped away down the long winding path towards the main road.
Misty's anger grew, but did not overpower her embarrassment. Then she heard it. The sound of heavy footsteps approaching her at a fast pace and before she knew it, two warm hands were placed on her shoulders and she was lifted up. She turned around timidly to see that Brock had come to her rescue, taking the shirt off his back to cover her with.
It was oversized, which she was grateful for and covered her all the way to her knees. Without another second to spare, she buried her face in his bare chest and sobbed as hard as she could as he embraced her. "Gary, I'm going to kick your fucking ass." He tore himself away from her momentarily, and pushed Gary against the truck, his fist grasping tightly onto the collar of his shirt.
"Go ahead, Harrison." He said, with a grin. "Get expelled and don't graduate. My grandfather's the principal, he wouldn't side with you before he would me. Especially since I didn't do anything. It's not my fault, her dress got caught on my spoiler."
"You set her up! You embarrassed her!" Brock growled, slamming the brown-headed boy into the side of the truck. Misty placed her pale hand onto his shoulder and looked up at him with tear-filled, pleading eyes. "Brock, please, I just want to go home…" She said, looking around at the other students, some where still staring, waiting for a fight, but others had gotten on with their lives and had went home.
Gary just smirked down at Brock. "Yea, so let me go, tough guy."
Misty pulled onto his free arm, and Brock let him go. Gary caught himself on his feet and stared at the two as Misty pulled him towards his car. She opened the door to the passenger side and slid in, hugging her knees to her chest and burying herself in the scent and warmth of Brock's shirt. After a second or two he slid in next to her.
"Misty, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"I--I just want to go home." She said, her voice shaky as she wiped away large tears that spilled down her cheeks.
He started the car without another word and whipped past Gary who was taken aback a little by the speed and ferociousness of his sports car. Brock didn't speak until he got out on the main highway and the high school was left behind in the dust.
"Misty, I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier. I'm sorry you had to endure that." Brock said, his fists clenching his steering wheel. "I'm going to get Gary Oak, I swear. Last year, it was Sango, this year it was you."
Misty wiped her tears with his shirt. "Brock, it doesn't matter now. We are graduating. He's right. Don't do anything to jeopardize yourself from getting out of there."
Brock kept his gaze on the road ahead. "Well, something needs to be done about him."
"I'm not really worried about him anyway." Misty said, her gaze out the window at the passing trees and other cars. "It was Ash…"
"Ash?" Brock asked. "What did he do? Did he hurt you?"
"No, but…he was in on it." She said, her eyes welling up with tears yet again. "He was laughing and then just sped off. He didn't help me at all…"
Brock sighed. "Misty…"
"I know, Brock." She interrupted him softly. "I know exactly what your going to say."
He leaned back comfortably into his seat as he glided the car down her neighborhood road until he stopped in front of her house. "I know you do, Misty. I feel like a broken record, but you need to forget about him."
"I can't!" She exclaimed. "I just…can't." She opened the car door before he had even fully stopped the car. Brock sighed, parked his car and chased in after her.
"Misty, please don't be angry with me." He said, following her up the stairs to her room. "I just care about you, I hate to see you hurt and Ash is a jerk."
"I need to get dressed." She said, as if she had an ounce of dignity left to her name. Brock, and the entire school had seen her next to naked and she didn't even know why it mattered why she wanted her privacy.
"Right." Brock said, as she went into her room, slamming and locking the door as if she didn't trust him. That didn't mean he still couldn't talk to her. "Misty, look I'm sorry for what happened to you."
She stood in her room, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. She looked deflated, feminine and almost too comfortable in his shirt. What was wrong with her? She had worn his clothes before, borrowed his jacket when it got cold at Ash's football games in the fall, she had even worn his hat when the sun was unbearably bright, so why did this make her feel so warm inside?
She peeled it off herself and threw it down on the bed, quickly tugging on a pair of jean shorts and a Tokyo University T-shirt that belonged to Violet. "No, Brock, I'm sorry." She said, opening the door and staring up at him. "You helped me today…you were the only one that did." She said, then she gave him a light friendly hug and smiled up at him.
His dark eyes shimmered with something, and her face grew serious, her eyes danced with question, and anticipation. He pulled her close to him and tilted her head up. Misty felt her heart race faster as she felt his breath dance over her lips, the heat from his body seeped through the thin material of the shirt, and that's when she realized he still wasn't wearing a shirt.
Misty closed her eyes, not able to stop herself from wanting to know what it felt like to kiss him. It was something she had never really thought of before, but now it was the only thing flooding her mind. He drew closer to her and the world seemed to stop, just before they heard the front door open and they quickly jumped apart.
"Yo, Misty, I'm home!" It was Violet's voice, back from her day at college. She made her way up the stairs, to see the two of them standing awkwardly in the hall, a good three feet apart from each other. "Like, did you ride to school with Brock this morning? Where is your car? Did you wreck it?"
"I'll explain things later, Violet." Misty said, still trying to process what had almost happened in her head. That was definitely weird.
The blue-haired girl smiled as she sashayed down the hall, swaying her hips seductively on her way to own room. "Hey Rocky."
"Hi Violet." Brock said, clearing his throat. "It's uhm…Brock."
"Oh, that's right." She said smiling, then shutting her door to her room.
He shifted his weight from side to side uncomfortably and he couldn't remember a time he was this uncomfortable in front of Misty. "Well, uhm, I better go."
"Right." She said, looking anywhere but in his eyes. "I'll uhm…walk you out."
"What about your car?" He asked. "It's still at school…"
"I'll get my sisters to drive me up there in a couple of hours to pick it up." She said. "Don't worry about it. Just…give it time to all blow over."
Brock nodded and stepped over the threshold as Misty stood at the doorway watching him. He stooped after taking a few steps, turned around and leaned forward placing a small kiss on her forehead. "Everything will be OK. I promise." He said, giving her a reassuring smile and Misty felt her heart skip a beat. She was so shocked and stunned that she didn't move until his car was out of sight.
Miroku pulled in front of Sango's house in a very nice red corvette, and sunglasses shielding his eyes from the setting sun. She approached his car and opened the door for herself.
Miroku lifted his sunglasses from his beautiful indigo eyes. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey Miroku…" She said, trying her best to not sound so flattered when he called her 'gorgeous', she hardly thought of herself as 'beautiful' or 'sexy'.
"So, how does dinner at the Tokyo Inn sound, hm?" He asked. "I can even reserve a room for two if you like. Room service. Maybe we can play out of the hot scenes in that little romance novel of yours."
Sango laughed and leaned back in the seat. "Dinner sounds great. Just dinner." She said, crossing her newly shaven legs, which did not escape Miroku's roving eye.
"Alright, I can live with that." He said, flipping the sunglasses back over his eyes as he cruised down the road. He leaned back comfortably in his seat and wrapped one arm around Sango and steered with his other hand. "So, since I'm the luckiest guy in the universe tonight, I wanted to take you somewhere nice and expensive."
"But this is only our first date…" Sango said.
"So, you admit you want more than just one with me?" He said slyly.
She was a bit surprised by what she had said, and she looked away from him feeling thoroughly embarrassed. "I…I never said that."
He simply grinned and allowed his mind to drift back to Hideko. He would bet his entire immortal life that she would be lecturing him when he got home from his little date, at least she wasn't rude enough to interrupt him while he was still on it. He peered over at Sango and his heart pounded. Even if he did get a lecture from Hideko, the way she looked tonight made it all worthwhile.
Once they arrived at the restaurant, Sango was truly was surprised at how expensive the place looked. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and expensive candles lit a long hallway that led to the host podium. Miroku had even made reservations.
They were seated in a cozy corner booth, with cushioned seats and backrests. The tables were wooden and polished and the menus were sturdy, the items were written in italics and Sango was astounded by the prices. "Are you sure this isn't too much?" She asked, curiously. "I'd hate for you to spend all your money here."
"Sango, don't worry about it." He said softly. "Really, it's not a big deal. I've got the money." He promised her. "Besides, this is only the first date. I want to make a good impression."
She leaned forward and smiled inwardly. "You already did that Friday night…"
"True." He said with a smile. "But perhaps, I want you to let me do it again." He stared into her eyes, admiring the way the candle light reflected off the deep chocolate hues. His mouth felt dry and he longed to taste her sweet, slightly-less virgin mouth again. Their staring contest was cut off when a man approached their table.
He was perhaps a few years older than he and Sango. He was handsome, dark-skinned and distinguished. "Hello." He said. "I'm Marcus Cooper. I'll be your waiter tonight."
Marcus. Marcus Cooper. Miroku immediately started trying to remember where he heard that name from. Hideko had said this was the man, the key to helping him complete his task. She said he'd be meeting him in just a short while, though he wasn't sure why he was so important. He didn't look important.
Besides, on top of that, he was staring at Sango and smiling and that was beginning to piss Miroku off, but he knew he had to keep his cool. After all, he did want to finish his task. Being a matchmaker wasn't an easy job.
"What can I get you to drink my lovely lady?" Marcus asked, peering down at Sango with a smile. Miroku wiggled in his seat uncomfortably as Sango glanced towards him momentarily before deciding.
"Water for me, please." She said politely.
Marcus smiled and then turned his gaze towards Miroku. Miroku cleared his throat. "Uh, water is fine for me as well." He said, trying his best to sound friendly.
He walked away, leaving the two of them alone again together in the booth. Sango didn't seem too distracted from Miroku and that was a huge relief to him.
Within fifteen short minutes, their dinner was delivered and Miroku was enjoying what Hideko would call "Earthling food". Sango was a bit too nervous to eat, but took small bites here and there, trying her best to act casual. Marcus came by every couple of minutes to refill Sango's drink without her having to ask and of course Miroku had to ask to get more water.
When he finally came by with the bill, Marcus handed the ticket to Miroku, assuming he was the one to pay fro the bill, then leaned on one hand while he waited for Miroku to shovel out the money. He cocked his head to the side, ignoring Miroku thoroughly. "So, gorgeous, is he your boyfriend?"
Sango looked to the side, then over his shoulder towards Miroku who had slapped a good amount of money on the table. "Uhm, well no, not exactly." She said.
"Good." Marcus growled sensually as he slipped a piece of paper from his back pocket and quickly jotted down his number. "Call me up, baby." Sango took the paper from his hesitantly, as he scooped up the money and made his way to the back.
Miroku stood up. "C'mon, let's get out of here."
She looked at him quite surprised. "Don't you want your change?"
"Forget the change." He said, as he quickly led her out of the busy restaurant. "I just want to make sure I leave here with my date."
"You really don't think I was going to call him do you?" She asked, a bit concerned. He stopped when they reached his car and without another word he placed a kiss on her lips. Hideko's words ran through his mind, he knew he wasn't supposed to do this. He knew later it was only going to break his heart and hers, but he couldn't stop himself. He finally pulled away and looked at her.
"Are you?"
"No." She said, showing prove by chucking the number into the trashcan. "I…I like you."
Miroku leaned in closer to her and brushed her dark hair from her face. "Well, I like you, too, Sango." He said with a smile, before kissing her again. A long, slow, sensual kiss under the dark sky and early April air.
He finally pulled away when he regained his senses. They stared at each other in the moonlight for a long moment. "I better get you home, before your brother starts to worry."
"Oh, right." She said, as he opened the door for her.
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