Hayden let out a low whistle when Miroku walked down the stairs just before 6:30. "Wow. You look amazing."
Raven smiled and agreed very quickly. "Sexy is the correct word, I believe."
Miroku adjusted his tie and Hayden eyed him, twirling a lock of blond hair in her finger. "Sango doesn't know what she lost."
The monk smiled at the younger girl with confidence. "Hey, I'm having martial problems, but I'm not dead."
Raven dreamily leaned against the fridge and admired him from across the kitchen. "If only you were taking me out tonight."
He grinned over at her and Hayden. "Well, if things don't go well with Alyssa, I'll let you ladies know." He told both of his exes, who were still constantly fighting over his affection. The news about his separating with Sango seemed to only fuel their feud.
He gave them both a wink and sent them into a fit of giggles, then he kneeled down next to his daughters who were coloring at the table. "Alright, you two. Be good. I won't be gone long."
"Bye daddy." Akira said, not looking up from her Sailor moon coloring book, but Hitomi had tears in her eyes.
"Don't leave, daddy." She begged him.
Miroku gave her a small smile. "I told you no crying, alright? Draw me a pretty picture and I'll hang it up on the fridge when I get home, OK?"
Hitomi turned around and stole a yellow crayon from Akira. "Hey! I was using that."
"I want it!" Hitomi protested.
"And no fighting!" Miroku said, firmly. "I love you." He kissed them both of the cheek, and Akira wiped hers off.
As soon as they heard the door shut, Akira reached over and yanked the crayon out of Hitomi's hand. "I'm the older one, so I get it first."
Miroku knocked on Alyssa's front door five minutes before 6:30, and he waited five minutes until she answered the door.
"Mr. Keseki!" Alyssa exclaimed, twirling in her dress. "How do I look?"
"Absolutely gorgeous." He proclaimed, winking. "I made reservations. Do you like to dance?"
Alyssa's brown eyes lit up. "I love to dance!"
"Good news." He said, opening the passenger door to his car. "I made reservations at the Kinokawa steak house. Friday night is dance night, so I figured it would be a good way to break the ice."
"Oh wow." Alyssa said smiling. "That's a great idea. I love your car."
"Yep." Miroku said, sliding into the driver's seat. "She's a beauty. You know my wife actually wanted me to get rid of this thing?" Oh great, there he goes again. Thinking about Sango. He didn't want to be described as 'the bad date, where all he did was talk about his ex-wife all night long' kind of date. He had to stop. No more thinking about her for the rest of the night.
"Why?" Alyssa asked.
"When Akira and Hitomi came along. She thought I would show off in it and hurt them or something…" Miroku said. "Which, I mean…well…I do like to show it off." He said smiling.
"You don't need a car to make you sexy, though. You already are."
"This I know." He said, grinning at her and then slipped his arm around her shoulders. It felt so weird to touch another woman like this after such a long time of being with only one. It was so foreign and he was almost uncomfortable with it.
Most of the ride to the restaurant was filled with Alyssa rambling on about herself and her family, but Miroku stayed quiet most of the time. Miroku was afraid if he tried to say something he would end up just talking about Sango, because that's all he could think about.
What the hell was wrong with him? He was on a date, with a moderately attractive female and all he could think about was Sango, when she was on a date with some crazy magician guy that had somehow convinced himself he was good enough to have his own show?
His jealousy was talking now.
"Oh, Mr. Keseki, you almost passed the restaurant!" Alyssa jolted him out of his thoughts.
"Oh! Sorry…" He said, feeling sheepish. He slowed his car down and pulled into the large parking lot. "Wow, this place is packed."
"I hope we can find a space." Alyssa commented, scanning the parking lot for any open spaces. "Oh! I think I see one right next to that white mustang."
"Ah, good eye." Miroku said smiling, and he swung his car into the space. "I'll let you out." He said, getting out of his car and then walking to the other side to let her out.
She smiled up at him shyly and he helped her out, then he placed his lips to her hand and winked at her. "You look absolutely beautiful."
Alyssa blushed and wanted to giggle at the feeling of his lips on her hand. This man was radiating sex appeal and she suddenly found herself wanting to pull him back in the car, but she didn't want to seem fast. "Thank you, Mr. Keseki."
"Call me, Miroku." He said, smiling. "We're on a date, remember?"
This caused her to blush even further. "Oh, right. Miroku." She tested his name on her tongue and she liked the way it sounded, she liked saying it. He opened the door for her and allowed her to enter first then he fallowed.
They were seated immediately, seeing as they had reservations and everything was going just fine. In fact, Miroku hadn't thought about her in a record-breaking two minutes. Then he turned his head.
Across the fancy restaurant, he saw her sitting at a table with Rob. Talking to him, and appearing to have a good time. If not being with him anymore hurt her at all, she hadn't showed it yet at all. Maybe she didn't miss him.
"Miroku?"
The houshi turned his gaze towards Alyssa who was looking at him expectantly. "Huh?"
"Is something the matter, you seem distracted." She said, concern filled her voice.
Miroku opened his menu. Maybe he could decided what he wanted to eat instead of looking at Sango, that might help. "I'm fine. I guess…I'm just worried about the girls." He lied, he knew they would be fine. It was Sango he was worried about.
"Oh…" She smiled. "That's one of the things I love about you. You're a devoted father and your girls love you. You're wife has let go of a good man."
Miroku gave her a crooked smile. "Thank you." He said, resisting the urge to turn his head and stare at her again. He focused on his menu, focusing on just reading the different dishes, not really deciding what he wanted. He couldn't think right now, he wasn't even sure if he could eat.
A man came up to the table and placed two napkins down in front of them. "Hello, My name's Clifford Harris, I'll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with anything to drink?"
Miroku looked at Alyssa and smiled. "Ladies first."
She smiled back at him. "Just water for me."
Miroku quickly decided. "Coke, please."
"Alright, I'll be back." Clifford said, taking off towards the back of the restaurant. As soon as the waiter left and the menus were gone, his distraction had left, and now his head was turned to the side, watching Sango again.
"Miroku…"
Miroku turned his attention back to Alyssa. "Alyssa…I'm sorry…"
"What's the matter?" She asked. "Is it me?"
"No it's not you." He said, sighing. "My wife, ex-wife…whatever she is right now…she's here."
Alyssa looked in his direction and saw her sitting at the table. "Oh. That's her?" She asked.
"Yea." He said, his voice was far off and his violet-blue eyes were glued to her. He couldn't seem to look away. The last time she had her hair fixed like that it was their wedding night, and now he was thinking about that. Just great.
Sango couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and she slowly turned her head, only to find Miroku was staring at her. "Oh my god…" She muttered.
"What?" Rob asked, taking a bite of rice.
"My husband's here and he's…" she trailed off when he eyes met Alyssa's. "He's with another woman…" Why did she feel like crying all of the sudden?
Rob looked over, his gaze met Miroku's for a quick instance, but even from across the room, the monk's intense look of disdain seemed to burn lasers right through his very soul. "Hey, sweety. He's not worth it. Let him be with her. I'm going to show you how you should be treated tonight." He promised her, softly.
Sango looked at him from across the table and smiled. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't worry about him." She said. "He should be at home with the girls. I hope he was responsible enough to get someone to baby-sit."
Rob doubted that the guy had a responsible bone in his body, but he didn't want her to worry. "I'm sure he did." he said. "You want some desert?"
Desert. Oh, desert sounded nice. Nothing better than chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream when your chest felt like it's going to collapse. But then again, maybe she need to watch her weight if Miroku found her that repulsive that he would kiss another woman, not beg for her forgiveness, then go out on a date with yet another women all in 3 days.
3 days? Has it only been that long since they split up? It felt like an eternity for Sango. She glanced over his way very briefly and saw that they were just getting their dinner. "Sure." She replied, after a long moment.
"What do you feel like?" Rob asked.
(I feel like stomping right over there and yanking that bitch's hair out and then punching that two-timing monk right in the face!) Sango picked up the desert menu on the side of the table. "That brownie fudge cake looks really good." (And really fattening. No wonder Miroku didn't want her anymore).
"You know," Rob said grinning. "I heard chocolate really puts women in the mood."
Sango looked up at him. What was he? A modern-day Miroku? "No such luck with me tonight. Sorry."
Rob shrugged. "It was worth a try." He said, grinning. "I still get a dance though, right?"
She peered over at Miroku momentarily. She was so distracted by him, mostly by the way he looked, that she wasn't even angry Rob had pretty much asked her to go to bed with him tonight. (Kami, Miroku is so sexy.) Her heart shattered all over again. (And he doesn't want me anymore…) "Of course." Sango told him.
"Great." He said smiling. The waiter came by and he gave him the order for the desert than turned his attention to Sango. "Sorry If I offended you, Sango. I didn't mean for you to sleep with me. I know you're not ready for that right now."
Well, not like she wasn't wanting it, but not with him. "No, it's alright. I'm just a little distracted by him being here with her. That's all." She said. "He's moved on so fast…"
"Maybe you should do the same." Rob said, and Clifford placed the desert in front of them.
"I'll be back with your check shortly." He said, and then walked off again.
Sango looked at it. It looked absolutely delicious, but it was probably absolutely fattening. Her metabolism wasn't what it used to be before she had children and she often watched what she ate, but for some reason it look absolutely irresistible.
"It looks a bit fattening."
Rob laughed and picked up a spoon. "Of course it's fattening. But it's good. Besides, you don't have to worry about things like that. Your perfect."
Sango smiled. "Thank you."
"May I feed you?" Rob asked, holding a spoonful of cake up to her.
Sango glanced at it, then at Rob. "I'm perfectly capable of feeding myself, you know."
He laughed again and gave her a charming wink. "I know, but I've always wanted to do this."
Why did she always seem to find guys like that? Was Rob a jerk too? And why was she being so bitter towards him? He was being a perfect gentlemen, despite the whole subtle, 'go to bed with me tonight' hint.
The answer was simple.
Seeing Miroku with Alyssa had put her in a very bad mood. But she was not going to let Miroku ruin her date.
"Alright." She agreed and allowed him to feed her the desert. "Oh wow. This is really delicious."
Rob took a bite for himself. "Yes. Wow that is really good." He said.
Miroku's foot tapped underneath the table as he ate his dinner. What gave him the right to feed his wife in public?
"Is that bothering you?" Alyssa asked, looking over at Sango and Rob. Miroku had wondered if she was just doing that to piss him off. If she was, he probably deserved it. He had been such an asshole earlier towards her.
"What? That?" He asked, gesturing towards them. "No. Are you kidding me?"
Alyssa smiled at him. "Kami, you look so amazing tonight. I feel like the luckiest girl here. I never thought I would be dating one of my student's father before."
Miroku gave her a charming smile and held his hand out to her. "Well, you are the luckiest girl here. I'm about to treat you to a night of dancing and romance. The fact by wife is here won't change that at all."
Alyssa smiled and took his hand and he helped her up. "Shall we dance?" He asked, grinning.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Sango finished more of her desert then she thought she would which only left her wanting even more, if it wasn't so rich. Her stomach was really starting to hurt and it only churned more when she saw Miroku lift Alyssa out of her seat and pull her onto the dance floor.
Rob heard the slow music playing at the front of the restaurant and he looked up at Sango. "You want to dance with me?"
She looked at him quite surprised and the slowly smiled. "I'd love to."
He took her hand in his and helped her up, then led her out to the dance floor. He put his hands around her waist and Miroku kept his eyes on her, while Alyssa lovingly rested her head on his chest.
Sango leaned her head on Rob's shoulder and watched Miroku as he danced with Alyssa. His eyes were focused on her, but his hands were on Alyssa and it made her blood boil. She didn't know she would have been this jealous until it was right in front of her eyes.
Seeing the monk with another woman other than herself was heartbreaking. Her eyes lingered on him and he tried to look away, but he couldn't. Then she saw him slowly close his eyes and embrace Alyssa like he loved her something.
Her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces. He was really over her. She wanted to cry so bad it hurt. "I'm sorry Rob, I…I'm not feeling well." The truth was, she wasn't feeling well at all and she wondered if Alyssa and Miroku's closeness had anything to do with it.
"Do you want me to take you home?" Rob asked.
"No. I just…want to sit down." She said and he led her back over to the table.
Miroku watched her with concern and continued to dance with Alyssa. She peered up at him and he turned his attention towards her. "I've never been with a man as attractive as you are." She said, softly, brushing away his dark locks from his eyes. Sango sat at her seat and seethed.
His eyes sparkled with flattery and Alyssa once again felt like she was going to melt. "Now I find that hard to believe. You're very beautiful."
The woman blushed and moved closer to him, trying her best to distract him from Sango. His gaze kept averting towards her and Alyssa was becoming frustrated. "Miroku…"
"I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little distracted. Seeing her out with another guy…" He turned his head and watched as Rob sat down next to her and was probably asking how she felt. She was beginning to look a little pale and Miroku was becoming increasingly worried. "It's just so weird."
The monk kept his gaze on his wife as Rob settled next to her and then, just as quickly, placed a small, light kiss on her lips. Miroku lost it. "What the hell are you doing with my wife?" He bellowed, leaving Alyssa behind on the dance floor and within a few strides he was looming above Rob.
"Miroku!" Sango shrieked, as he grabbed Rob by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall.
"Answer me, damn it!" Miroku banged him against the wall and by now Sango was extremely embarrassed as people crowded around, even people from across the restaurant and even the music had stopped. Oh Kami, what had she done?
Rob attempted to pull his hands away from his neck. "Hey! You're the one who cheated on her! You're here with another woman."
Sango grabbed onto Miroku's arm and pulled it down as hard as she could, but he didn't budge. "Miroku! Stop it! Let him go!"
"You stay out of this, Sango." Miroku demanded. "This is between me and him."
"Well, I'm not just going to sit by and let you kill him!" She countered. "Let him go." She pleaded him with her eyes and he gave one more look of disdain up at Rob, then let him go, and he fell to the ground with a dull pain in his tailbone.
Alyssa ran over to him once the shock wore off. "Miroku, are you hurt?"
It was Sango's turn to get angry. "And who are you?"
Alyssa peered over at the other brunette and Miroku suddenly felt caught in the middle. This was about to get ugly.
She gave Sango a small smile and held out her hand. "My name's Alyssa. I work at the school where your twin girls go."
Miroku was sweating bullets.
"You work at the preschool by daughters go to, and your out with their father?" Sango asked in disbelief. "What kind of a woman are you?" Her voice was slightly raised and Miroku thought now might be the time he would want to step in.
"Alright, Sango. Don't get upset."
"Did you ask her out, you lecher?" Sango asked, ignoring his attempt to calm her down. She smacked him in the head with her purse. "I see…" Another smack. "It doesn't take…" and another. "you long to move…" And yet another smack on the had. "on!" She said, emphasizing the last word with another strike on his head.
"Do you have to so violent all the time?" Miroku asked, rubbing his head.
Sango's pale appearance had turned red and Miroku knew she had lost her temper. His scalp was probably going to be bruised for a couple days. It felt like she had a ton of bricks in her purse. "You know what?" She finally said, looking at Alyssa. "You can have him. I'm done!"
The ex-demon exterminator stomped her way through the crowd, not caring that everyone was looking at her. As soon as she stepped outside she leaned against the wall and burst out into tears.
Back inside, Miroku was sheepishly looking around at the other patrons in the restaurant. "What? You've never seen people fight before?" He asked, and everyone seemed to snap out of their trance and go back to what they were doing. "Geez…"
He leaned against the table and peered across the restaurant that Sango had stomped through just a few moments before and contemplated going after her. If he did, they would probably get in another fight. It was best if he just went home.
Miroku turned to Alyssa. "I think I better take you home." He said.
"So soon?" Alyssa asked.
The houshi forced a smile. "Yea. It's getting late, I have to get Akira and Hitomi into bed." He said, glancing down at his watch.
"Oh, alright." She said, grabbing his hand and smiling. "Despite that little fight, I had a wonderful time."
"I'm glad." Miroku said, leading her outside and was very displeased to see that Rob was trying to calm her down but to no prevail.
"No! Rob! I don't want to go back to your place. I want to go home!" She demanded, hysterically.
Miroku's jaw tightened. "Hey, she said she wants to go home. So take her back home."
"Stay out of this, Miroku!" Sango demanded. "I don't need your help."
He was about to open his mouth to say something but Alyssa grabbed tightly on his arm. "Don't fight with her anymore, please."
Miroku glanced down at her, then over at Sango. Rob had pulled her into a hug and she was crying into his chest, just like she used to do with him when something was bothering her. Rather they just had a fight, or if it was something else, he would always hold her until she stopped crying.
At that moment, something inside him snapped and he turned to Alyssa, backed her against his car and placed his lips to hers. He pulled away a few seconds later and smiled at her. It wasn't near as invigorating as he would have hoped.
Sango saw the whole thing and when Miroku looked over at her, she pushed Rob against the brick wall of the restaurant and kissed him. Miroku froze.
She pulled away from him and glared at the monk, then stomped towards Rob's car. "Take me home." She demanded.
Rob blinked in confusion, then stared over at the monk who was giving him the glare of death. "Yes, ma'am."
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