bad boy

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bad boy


by kittie le sabre


Part Six


Miroku glanced down at his watch for the zillionth time. He was sitting on a bench outside in a park near the school waiting for Sango. There were lots and lots of trees everywhere and bushes. The area was actually a preserve which accounted for most of the nature trails and wildlife there. There was a river and a natural pond, too.

He looked up, noting that the clouds were getting darker and heavier, blocking out the sun. Maybe it was not such a good idea to meet today. Yet, how could he resist? They could not be seen together after all. So any stolen moments that they shared were precious. Hell, he cut his last class to come and meet her today.

He tensed in anticipation as he caught a glimpse of her rich brown hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Today she was wearing a pastel green Dolce & Gabbana shirt trimmed in bright pink with pink-gold buttons. The matching Capri pants hugged her long legs and the pink/green Manolo Blahnik sandals were high enough that her hips switched when she walked. (A/N I love fashion too much –shrug-).

“Konnichiwa! Sango, aijin!” he exclaimed rising to his feet with a joyful smile on his face and rushing towards her.

“Houshi-san!” She ran towards him with a panicked expression. “Quiet!”


“Sango aijin, you wound me,” Miroku sighed with a hand over his heart as he rushed towards to take her hand and lead her over to the bench.

“Nothing fatal I hope,” Sango replied dryly walking with him to sit down on the bench. It was all that she could do to keep her cool. Her heart was beating fast and hard belying her cool and collected indifferent façade.

“Miroku, we have to be more careful,” Sango admonished him.

Miroku face shifted into series lines and his rich violet-gray eyes were thoughtful. “My sweetheart, I don’t mean to upset you. Tell me what is wrong. Is it Takeda?” He placed his arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

Sango’s pretty face was marred by a slight frown. “No, no it is not Takeda although he should be cause for worry. I don’t know how I’m going to break this to him. I don’t like seeing you in secret behind his back. It’s not right. He should not find out from someone else. I need to stop being a coward and tell him how I feel.”

Miroku studied her for several moments before speaking. “Sango, you must do what you believe is right in your heart but you must also let logic guide your decision, not emotion. Emotion always clouds our judgment in matters of the heart. Hence our current situation.” He sighed, noting the dismay in her gaze and expression. “Honesty is not necessarily the best policy. We come from two different worlds and there are some things about the clubs that I don’t wish to expose you to.”

Sango softly snorted in answer to this, but clasped his hands in both of her own. She gazed into his eyes. “That is what I love about you, Houshi-san. You’re so different from Takeda. You are not oblivious to my needs and you want to protect-” she broke off when she noticed that his hands had slipped out hers while she was talking and had wandered down to her waist and then lower to her hips and bottom. He was gently massaging the firm contours and leaning towards her with a wistful expression on his face.

“Hentai!” Her hand struck him across the face, leaving a large red impression of her palm as she jumped up and walked away from the bench. She stood there folding her arms and glaring at him. “I need protecting from your hands!”

Miroku jumped to his feet apologizing profusely and halting a few feet away from her. “Gomen nasai! I was overwhelmed by your kind words and beauty, Sango. I’ve been in “bad” company for so long that I forget myself when I am in the presence of a lady. Please forgive me?”

Sango glared at him for several moments until she finally relented with a sigh. “Very well. But stay on your end of the bench Miroku.”

Miroku eagerly nodded. “You have a forgiving heart my love. Thank you.” Sango gave him an exasperated glance. The couple resumed their places but with an adequate distance between them this time.

“What troubles you, dear Sango?”

“Aside from your obvious hentai ways and our sneaking around together?” Miroku decided to nod so that she would continue.

“I think I’m being followed.” Sango fought to suppress her anger.

“Is it Takeda?”

She frantically shook her head. “No. it’s much worse than that.” She exhaled a long breath before asking, “Do you know Kanna?”

Miroku blinked in shock at her question. “Of course. Kanna is the leader of The Mikos.”

“Right. Everyone knows that she hasn’t picked a new boyfriend since she and Kouga called it quits last semester.”

Miroku was puzzled and it showed in his face. “Are you saying Kanna is trying to go out with you?”

Sango hit him on the arm, hard enough to make him wince. “No bakamon! Kanna and her girls have been asking questions about me! I think someone saw us together and now she knows.”

“But why should Kanna care?” Miroku barely talked to the girl. He didn’t care for the way in which she’d allowed Kikyou to usurp Kagura’s position as her second. But then, they both were cold bitches out for what they could get. Kagura was better off without The Mikos and Naraku for that matter, although her fixation on Sesshoumaru was not a wise choice either.

Sango leaned in closer, her words dropped to a near whisper. “Houshi-san haven’t you been listening to anything? What I’ve said? Or the rumors around the school?”

When he continued to look confused she spelled it out for him. His wisdom was sometimes clouded by a strange naïveté in certain circumstances where women were involved. In that sense, he was not as worldly as Takeda.

“Houshi-san, Kanna has been going around staking her claim on you. Someone told her that you are seeing someone but they don’t know who it is. Until recently that is. She confronted me in the girls’ room and asked me was I still dating Takeda. I told her yes and she informed me that it had better stay that way.”

Miroku sat there for several moments saying nothing. When he finally addressed her, Sango was rendered speechless.

“Perhaps it would be best if we no longer saw one another, Sango. Garnering the notice of one of the underworld school clubs is not a laughing matter, nor easily dismissed.”

He calmly stood up and assisted her when she slowly rose to her feet with a shocked expression on her face at his words. He lightly kissed her hand, and caressed the soft skin. When he spoke, his eyes were brimming with longing and something she could not name.

“It’s too dangerous. There are things about Midoriko high school that you and the others of your circle don’t need to know about. Kanna is dangerous.”

“Miroku!” Sango exclaimed using his first name, her eyes welled up with her pain as he backed away from her. “Please…you don’t mean this. We can report Kanna and the others and have them expelled.”

Miroku offered her a sad smile and nodded. “No, my dear. You don’t understand what you are dealing with here. Kanna is no ordinary girl. You mean way too much to me to be brought into this mess. I’ll cherish every moment that we had together.”

“Miroku…don’t,” Sango choked out, her body tense with pain. “I’ll give up Takeda if you want. D-don’t d-do this…don’t…,” she pleaded but she could see it in his stance that his decision was already made.

“Sango. This is bigger than you and Takeda, or even your reputation. This is about your life, aijin.”

He moved towards her until they were standing close together again. He lightly caressed her cheek and said, “I’m sorry.” Miroku turned and walked away, leaving her standing there.

Sango reached up and touched her cheek where his hand touched her watching him until he was out of sight.

“Miroku.”

She did not feel the tear that coursed down her cheek.


Japanese:
aijin: lover, my love ('archaic' form)
bakamon: moron, dumb ass
Gomen nasai: sorry
nani: what
onegai: please
Hayaku: hurry