Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. And I'll give them back to their rightful owner … as long as the demands are met.
A/N: This has been beta-ed by me and me alone. You have been warned.
by Touch of Violet
Miroku had always been a lucky man.
Even as a young boy he had been lucky. When he was six months old his mother had entered him in a contest and he had won the opportunity to be the star of diaper commercials that aired throughout the country – that bid alone had paid for his entire college education.
In elementary school he had gotten paired up with Mindy Sanders for a history project. They had to build a diorama of Feudal Era Japan together. She was the prettiest girl in their grade. And after they received an A for their project, she had laid a big kiss on him. His first kiss.
In middle school he had walked in on his very married principal and his very young homeroom teacher partaking in, uh, certain relations in the principal's office. For his silence, he was given immaculate grades and all the best parts in the school plays until he graduated from eighth grade.
His freshmen year in high school he managed to get a position on the junior varsity basketball team. They never let him off the bench until the end of the season; when they did let him play, he scored the winning basket from across the court, just as the buzzer rang. That stunt won him instant popularity for the rest of his high school career.
He had gotten into his choice of college with little effort, many different universities vying for him. He had made friends with his professors and graduated with flying colors. Getting a job afterward had been a piece of cake; a professor of his had a buddy in need of a new marketing director. A few phone calls later, and Miroku was pulling in six figures one week after college graduation.
Getting girls had always been ridiculously easy for him; a smile, a simple sentence, and he could have even the most resistant of women eating out the palm of his hand. His friends called it skill, but he knew what it was truly. His luck had made him confident, sure of himself. Powerful. Miroku felt like there was nothing he couldn't do, nothing he couldn't get away with.
So, when his buddies had dragged him to a club one Wednesday night, and the most beautiful girl on the entire dance floor had signaled him out, he didn't think much of it. When she had practically invited herself over to his apartment, he had submitted completely to her will, offering up silent prayers to the gods who had so fortunately blessed him. And when he had woken up the next morning to breakfast waiting for him on the stove, but the girl missing, he had eaten his toast with a smile.
A few weeks later, when his long time on again/off again girlfriend had shown up on his doorstep with a picnic basket and a teddy bear, he had laughed and thanked his lucky stars that she was willing to try for 'on-again' one more time. And the very next day, when the girl from the club had called him and asked him out to lunch, he had grinned like the Cheshire cat, happy beyond all reason that two beautiful women were vying for his heart.
He figured it was just his luck.
He had no idea how his luck had turned.
Oooh onimous! I'm going to try and get up the first chapter today. Yay days off from work!
Review, please! ^_^