Attempt at the Tempest

Miroku got into the groove of working at the store. He worked Monday through Thursday from 10 PM to 2 PM. A regular night for Miroku started with saying goodbye to the manager. Miroku thought he was nice enough, but he wasn’t particularly chatty. In the month that Miroku had been working there, he had learned that the manager had a wife, who didn’t approve of his career choice, and a son, who was off seeing the world. Then Miroku would set up his study materials behind the counter and study for whatever subject needed the time. When a regular came in, Miroku would smile and greet them. He had gotten to know a couple of the regulars; most of them enough to recommend new titles or toys. His favorites were a young newlywed couple, Kouga and Ayame, who were sexually open. Often they’d stop and give him a few of the saucy details of their previous night. They liked to play master and slave a lot. Or the princess and the kidnapper. When a customer he didn’t recognize came in, he made sure to greet them, but let them do their own thing. Then at 2, he’d close up and go home. It was a sweet deal. He got a lot of studying done, got paid and got to sample some of the new titles when he was free.

“Miroku.” His managers voice startled him from his thoughts. Miroku had just started setting up his books.

“Yes?”

“Can you come in tomorrow? I know you don’t usually work on Friday, but it’s one of the other employees’ birthday and he wants it off. I’d really appreciate it.”

“I can do that.” Miroku mentally crossed attending that sorority party off his list. Kikyo invited had invited Inuyasha and he made Miroku his “plus one.” But Miroku could definitely pass up watching Kikyo wind Inuyasha tighter around her finger.

“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Don’t come to work smashed.” Miroku was caught off guard at his manager’s statement. He guessed it had to do with coming into work on Friday at ten o clock at night.

***

Two hours into his Friday shift, Miroku realized he made the good choice by working on weekdays. The store seemed emptier than usual and the ones who did come in happened to be drunk or underage kids trying to steal some sex toy. He already had to escort out two inebriated, albeit silly, men and negotiated with a sixteen year old boy that it wasn’t worth jail time for the pocket pussy.

Miroku rubbed his forehead. He was more tired than usual, and it was only midnight. He swore that if he had to do this again, he’d ask for a raise. Whoever worked the weekends on their own was a superman or woman. The chime of the bell raised Miroku’s head from his books. What he saw almost made him laugh out loud. The woman who had entered the store was wearing a full length camel trench coat, a scarf wrapped around her head, and possibly the largest pair of opaque black sunglasses Miroku had ever seen. It was something out of a bad detective movie or a movie making fun of those kinds of movies. Miroku watched her fidget. She kept looking from side to side, like she was making sure no one was following her.

“Good evening, madam. Is there anything I can help you with?” She jumped with surprise and turned to him. Her entire body looked like she was about to run. Miroku couldn’t help but chuckle. She was probably a first timer.

She looked at him for a very long time and finally mumbled, “Uhmm…no.” She ducked her head and went straight to the DVDs. She quickly picked up three of them and walked to the counter. She placed them on the counter. Miroku tried to get a read on her. Her sunglasses covered most of her face, but Miroku could catch the hint of a blush and he definitely saw how big and pouty her lips were. They were also slightly familiar. She cowered a bit farther into her hood, and Miroku took the cue not to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she was.

“Do you have a rental account with us, miss?” She nodded mutely and pulled out her account card and some cash and handed it to Miroku.

Miroku examined the card name, “Sakura?” The woman in front of him paused then nodded mutely. He knew that many customers used fake names for these accounts, so he decided to just swipe the card. He scanned the DVDs, took off the plastic security casing, and gave them back to her as well as her change.

“Those are due before next Friday, or it’s a dollar charge to your account until you return them. You have a good night, miss.”

A mumbled out, “you too,” was heard before the disguised woman left the store. Miroku looked at the cashier monitor to check the titles she rented. “My first lesbian girlfriend? My favorite student? Swallow Sluts 2? Man…” Miroku didn’t whether she picked them up randomly or really had fetishes for these kinds of things. And if she did, she was Miroku’s kind of woman with a fondness for bi-curiosity, role play, and oral. Miroku took note that her address was an on campus one and her dorm hall happened to be the same as Kagome’s. Miroku briefly thought of looking her up, but with all that shyness attached thought against it. He didn’t want to get fired for trying to hook up with some girl.

***

Miroku decided to hit the gym before he went to work. Going to the gym always gave him a burst of energy and Miroku needed it. He had three exams in the past two days and some girls found out that they had both shared his bed. Girls with issues and tests equaled exhaustion. Miroku headed over to the treadmill to run out a mile. He saw a familiar ponytail swishing back and forth on one of the treadmills.

“Lady Sango. You look lovely.” Miroku leaned on the rail of the treadmill and gave Sango a long look over. It was the first time he had ever seen Sango in the campus gym. He started to regret not going to the gym more often. He followed a particular trail of moisture from her neck to her collarbone to deep beneath her sports bra.

“Hey…Miroku.” Her voice was a little on the hesitant. Miroku noticed her flushed face and shy attitude. She pressed the cool down button on her treadmill and it slowed to a stop. She grabbed her towel and her gym bag. “I’ll see you around.” She said softly before practically running off.

“Uh…bye?” Miroku was befuddled. Sango had always been cool and confident. But something had to be bugging her. He let his gaze trail over her retreating figure. He caught sight of something he hadn’t noticed before...a small flower tattoo. A small cherry blossom flower on her right shoulder.

In that moment, something clicked for Miroku. Cherry blossom…sakura…same dorm hall as Kagome…Sango’s sudden shyness… Even though all the pieces fit for Miroku, he wanted to make sure. Miroku went back to his workout. He’d find out as soon as he was at work.

***

Miroku rushed into the store, barely saying hi to his manager before heading behind the counter to the computer that held all the account information. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled down to Sango’s number. Kagome finally gave it to him after he promised not to abuse it. Miroku didn’t quite think of this as abusive…just investigative. He typed her number into the system and the name he was expecting popped up, “Sakura…” Miroku couldn’t stop grinning.

***

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sango whispered into Kagome’s ear. Kagome lay naked beneath an equally naked Sango. The two of them both had a gentle flush on their forms. Kagome’s pale breasts rose and fell in time to her shallow breathing.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything else. Please, Sango. Fuck me.” The response was more of a whisper than anything else. Sango grinned and lowered her mouth onto Kagome’s. The two locked into a passionate embrace, their tongues sliding against each other, hands roaming.

Sango broke the kiss moved down to Kagome’s neck. With each little kiss that Sango placed, Kagome moaned in response. The kisses led down her neck and to her breasts. Sango took each soft mound into her hands and squeezed gently. She traced her fingers around each rosy nipple and blew softly on each.

“Please, Sango. Don’t tease me.” Sango smirked and lowered her mouth onto Kagome’s right nipple. Kagome gasped and her fingers clutched into Sango’s hair. Sango twirled her tongue around on the nipple, sucked lightly, and nipped her gently before switching to the left. Kagome whimpered as Sango stopped her playful kisses on her nipples, but gasped again as she felt Sango’s fingers probe her most sensitive part.

“Kagome, you’re so wet. You little whore.” Sango said jokingly. Kagome giggled in response. Her giggle was stopped abruptly by the feeling of Sango’s tongue.

“Oh Sango. What are you doing?” Kagome moaned out.

“I’m about to make you feel real good, baby girl.” Sango traced the lips of Kagome’s pussy with her tongue then slowly made her way to Kagome’s pleasure bud. Kagome cried out as Sango flicked her tongue back and forth across it.

“Oh yeah, Sango. Mmmm…yeah that’s soo good.” Sango dragged her tongue down and thrust it into Kagome’s little hole as far as it would go. Kagome grabbed the back of Sango’s head as Sango used her thumb to flick back and forth across Kagome’s clit.

“Oh Sango…mmm…it’s soo good…Oh…oh….baby I’m gonna cum…oh I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m gonna beat your ass if you don’t get up and come to the cafeteria with me!”

“Huh?” Miroku grumbled, and the dream was getting so good.

“I told you I’m going to beat your ass if you don’t get up and come get some food with me. It’s almost noon. You need to get your ass up.” Inuyasha’s voice yelled at Miroku instantly rousing him from good dreams.

“Fine. Let me make myself decent.”

“Whatever, you lazy fuck. Just hurry up. I’m hungry.” Inuyasha plopped down into his chair. Miroku was grateful that the sound of Inuyasha’s voice was an instant turn off and he got dressed into his uniform of jeans and a casual button up.

Miroku and Inuyasha walked to the cafeteria. As much as people complain about bad food at college, the cafeteria’s food wasn’t too bad. There were lots of choices and it changed regularly. Kagome waved at them from their regular table in the corner. Sitting with her was Sango. She turned away as soon as she saw Miroku and stared at her plate. Miroku internally smirked at her reaction to seeing him now that he knew why. Inuyasha and Miroku grabbed their food and sat down with the girls.

“Lovely Sango. How nice it is to see you!” Miroku exclaimed. It was his plan to act the same around her so she wouldn’t suspect that he knew. She stared at him for a moment, gauging his facial expressions. Miroku kept them free of any insinuation as he sat across from her. She finally nodded in acknowledgement and went back to her food. . Inuyasha gave him a look that Miroku had gotten used to. The look was related to the ‘I told you so’ and the ‘See what I mean’ looks, but Inuyasha’s distinctly meant ‘Dude, she’s a lesbo, give up!’ But now Miroku knew better.

“Miroku, how’s that job going?” Kagome asked. Kagome and Inuyasha had known for his job about for a while. At first, they made it the apex of all the stupid pervert jokes. Now, it was just an accepted fact for the group. Inuyasha had even asked for a discount for a present for Kikyo. Miroku had agreed as long as he wouldn’t have to see whatever Inuyasha bought her ever again.

“It’s good. Like I said, it’s good pay for pretty much just sitting around and studying.”

“Any characters come in lately?” Inuyasha joked. Miroku watched Sango visibly stiffen. He tried his best to keep the smirk from his voice.

“Ahh…not really. A couple of drunk guys mostly. Kouga and Ayame do still come in quite often and tell me their dirty little tricks and tips.” Inuyasha and Kagome laughed lightly and Miroku watched as Sango relaxed just a little bit.

They finished eating with polite conversation here and there until Inuyasha looked at his watch. “Oh Shit! I have to go meet up with Kikyo.” Miroku caught the slight twinge on Kagome’s face. “I’ll see you guys later.” With that, Inuyasha got up and left. Kagome also decided to leave, her excuse being a study group, but Miroku was sure it was to follow Inuyasha. He felt bad, but he was glad for the opportunity alone with Sango. She had loosened up from her previous shyness. Miroku knew Sango was convinced that Miroku didn’t know it was her in the store that Friday.

“So Lady Sango, how are your studies in criminology going?”

“It’s been fine, monk.” She said using her nickname for him. “It’s an interesting program and I’m glad I chose it. How do you enjoy English?”

“Wondrous. I’ve always enjoyed the art of words. Now darling Sango, why don’t you accompany me to a movie later this Friday?”

Sango blushed slightly. Miroku seemed to catch her doing that more and more often. “Do you always have to turn pleasant conversations into trying to hit on me?”

“Well, if you accepted my advances, we could have more pleasant conversations and less of me trying so hard. I’m just confused as to why you won’t allow me the pleasure of your company.”

“Well, I’ll be busy this Friday. Sorry. I’ll be going now.” Miroku caught the hint of something in her tone…but couldn’t place his finger on what it was.

***

“Hey,” Miroku entered his dorm to see Inuyasha just sitting in front of the TV. It was the first time in months that Miroku saw Inuyasha just hanging out in their room by himself. Miroku didn’t quite know what to do. “Kikyo’s not naked in your bed is she?” He tried joking.

“Nah, man.”

“Is she naked in my bed?” He tried again. This time with no answer. “Hey man, you alright?”

“…”

“Inuyasha…”

“She wants me to join a fraternity.”

“What?”

“A frat dammit! What am I supposed to do? I’m no frat guy. Hell, I’d probably beat all of those guys’ faces in if it wasn’t for the amount of alcohol around when I see them. That’s fuckin’ ridiculous. On top of that, she wants me to join Sigma Nu. Those bastards are the worst! Especially that fuckin’ Onigumo kid…” Inuyasha looked torn apart. But to Miroku, the answer was simple.

“Just tell her you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that easy. She said that it’s not right for sorority girls to not date frat guys.”

“Then break up with her.”

“Fuuuck man,” Inuyasha drew out. The next words were mumbled.

“What?”

“I love her.” Inuyasha looked at him. Miroku could see the desperation. It wasn’t love. She just wrapped him around her finger.

“Fuck, Inuyasha. I don’t know what to tell you. I think you’re crazy, especially when you have someone who’s clearly better than that.”

“What the hell are you talking about? No one’s better than Kikyo.” Inuyasha was still blind. Miroku shook his head. His friend was clearly disillusioned, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything for him. Inuyasha had to do it himself.

Miroku grabbed his backpack and said on his way out, “If you still think that, then you don’t deserve better.”