Take Me Away
05/ 30/ 04
Sango is a performer of a local night club. She works for Naraku, and she does this to support her brother and herself. But life for this singer/ dancer/ striper, life isn't so great. Then she meet the charming casino owner, Shakujo Miroku, and Naraku tells her to seduce him to get in on his money. Will Sango succeed, or will she be the one to be seduced? MS
Tomorrow Never Dies
It was eleven p.m. in downtown Tokyo, at the Kugutsu Club. The street lights were on and the fluorescent lights of all the open stores, restaurants and clubs were all lit in their neon colours.
At the Kugutsu Club, people waited in line for a chance to enter, with their legal, or fake identifications in hand, they stood in the moist night air, with the fumes from passing or parking cars entering their lungs - but they didn't care, they wanted entry. All along the walls outside the club, there were posters of the night's entertainment. The largest and most vivid of all the posters was on of a beautiful woman with long brown hair, with a microphone in her hand, in a seductive position, wearing a short and revealing red dress.
Inside the club, that very woman was now sitting on stage, wearing the same red dress, her face drowned in cosmetics. Dark mascara and eyeliner outlined her brown eyes and coral pink eyeshadow highlighted the finished effect to her eyes. Her cheeks her dark with blush and her lips red from crimson coloured lipstick.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's star - Scarlet." The man at the nearby grand piano spoke into the microphone.
Scarlet smirked at the accompanied, then slowly brought the microphone to her mouth as the piano began to play. She was seated out in a seductive pose once again, with her fit legs revealed and much cleavage to bear.
"Darling I'm kill..." her deep, sexy alto voice began with her eyes lowered. The audience cheered in agreement - no one noticed her biting her tongue behind her plump lips.
"I'm in puddle on the floor
Waiting for you to return
Oh what a trill
Vacillations good lord
How to tease" She stood up as she sang, letting the silk material fall down, clinging to her perfect figure as she swung her hips and walked around the stage.
"How you leave me to burn
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near" She reached up and pushes her long, curly brown hair up then tosses her arm aside and knocked her head back into a circle.
She lowered her head as she sang - she knew it wasn't the right way to sing, but she wanted to make an act: "Until the day
Until the world falls away" She slowly lifted her head up once more.
"Until you say there will no more good-byes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies" the audience of local college girls and boys began to scream and howl at her performance.
Deep inside, she loathed doing this, but no one was aware of that. Not only was she singing, she was acting - it was all part of the perfect little package.
"Darling you won
It's no fun
Martinis, girls, and guns
It's murder on our love affair
You bet your life
Every night
While you chase every morning die
You're not the only spy out there
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near"
Of course, there was someone she was singing about, she never sang a song that she couldn't relate to. This song was towards the man that got her into this living nightmare she faked. The man in the audience at his private table, smoking his Brazilian cigar, who only glanced up from his current conversation, only to examine that she was doing her job.
As a part of her normal act, she climbed off the stage, then she walked over, slowly and sultry, then she crawled up on his lap and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, resting her hand on his shoulder is a possessive manner.
"Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there will no more good-byes
I see it in your eyes..." she leaned her face closer to his as the piano music began to slow down in a ritardando.
"Tomorrow never dies" she stood once more, tracing her finger along his jawlines, ignoring his long hair that stuck to his neck from the sweat that traced his trachea. She wandered back to the rim of the stage, the crawled back up, and lay there, tracing her dress so it looked like she was laying in a pool of blood as she held the microphone up to her mouth.
"Until the day..."
With that last line, the piano music stopped in a diminuendo, and there was a standing ovation to her. She released a held in breath of frustration - it wasn't good enough. She waited until the curtain closed, then she stood up.
Crew members from behind approached her, one wiped all the make-up from her face, then one handed her a white robe to cover herself, then one brought her a bottle of water while he took her microphone.
"Excellent job as always, Sango." A drag queen approached her with a gay smile plastered on his lips.
"Arigatou, Jakotsu-kun." Sango rubbed her forehead with the back of her hand.
"You had the audience really going there when you approached Naraku-san." He followed her to her dressing room.
Sango took in a deep annoyed breath, then she raises her head high and twirled in her turn, her hair following her; "I don't know if you haven't noticed yet, Jakotsu-kun, but I do the same thing every time." She raised her eyen eyebrows, then stormed into her dressing room.
She removed her heavy earrings and the bangles on her wrists and all the rings, except for one that inhabited her fourth finger on her left hand. It was her engagement ring, although she forgot why she ever accepted it.
"Hello gorgeous," came a dark voice from behind as a warm, alcoholic breath brushed against her hair line from her raised hair.
"Naraku." She spoke solemnly as she took a cleansing pad and wiped the remaining make-up from her face.
"You were excellent." His hands crept up her shoulders then stayed there, his fingers sprawled out in the same way her hand had rested against his. He began kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, which was still a darker shade of abused flesh from his teeth and his tongue.
"You say that while we're here, then you will criticise the performance once we go home, am I right?" she looked at his as he began to kiss her trachea, tracing his kisses with his tongue.
"No, I was telling the truth, it was perfect. You are perfect." He kissed her cheek. "Now get dressed then join me outside, Sango." He turned her face, then his lips locked on hers in a passionate kiss.
Sango was the one to break away, then he left as she stood and removed her red dress. "It barely a dress." She muttered to herself as she always did - it was true. When she first met Naraku, that's what she wore to bed.
She kept her push-up bra with clear straps on as she changed to her tong underwear and then she slipped into a black halter dress that swooped down too low and revealed so much cleavage, it was as though her breasts weren't in the dress at all. She put on her black high heels and adjusted the straps, then she put on large hoops earrings, then she put on a lighter, tanned colour of lipstick then prodded her eyelids with the brush with coral pink eyeshadow.
She left the change room, then she entered the viewing room then made her way to the centred table, where Naraku was sitting, with an empty seat with a jacket over the back and several other business associates.
"Ah! Sango, glad you could join us. How was work, my dear?" he wrapped his arm around her waist then drew her close in an affectionate manner.
"It was mono." She answered - she wasn't high-class, she might have looked it, but it was amazing nowadays what a bit of make-up and the right clothing could do for you these days.
"Well, take a seat." He pulled her chair closer to him, then looked at all the other men with a threatening look.
Sango sat down , purposely bending over so the men across the table got a full view of the valley between her breasts. Including the new guy that she hadn't met yet.
"Sango, this is the local casino owner, Shakujo Miroku." naraku motioned over to the young, but good looking raven haired man across the table, wearing dark sunglasses over his eyes.
"Pleasure to meet you finally, Sango. Kugutsu-san speaks of you all the time." He reached over the table to shake her hand, and she cautiously took a hold of his hand, then shook it lightly. He raised a dark eyebrow at her suspiciously; "you look familiar."
Sango chewed her tongue thoughtfully. "But we've never met before, Shakujo-san" She reminded him with a sly smile.
"Oh that smile is very familiar... just like the woman that just performed that song. What was the name again, Hachi?" he turned to the round man beside him.
Sango knew Hachi - he was one of Naraku's punks. Well, not really, more or less a spy. He could get to know anyone very easily, so he got Naraku all his information.
Hachi gulped - he knew Sango's false identity; "it was Tomorrow Never Dies, Miroku-kun." He reminded him.
"Right, right." Miroku waved a hand in annoyance. "So, Sango, where do you work?"
"I am in the fashion business." She told him, then took a sip from the tequila in front of her.
"You would do well." He grinned. "I am not interested in her, Kugutsu-san, don't worry." He raised two fingers in symbol of peace.
Naraku's lower lip twitched in annoyance. He wouldn't argue with him, he need Miroku for a deal of some sort. Sango didn't know what it was, Naraku never told her what he did.
Sango remained quiet for the remainder of the evening, observing the other performers, including Jakotsu - he was petty entertainment for the late observers who were just there for an act, but he did a good job. Sango knew - she knew him ever since she started working here.
"Sango, my dear, we should go home now." She stopped observing when she felt him fingers tracing against her arm.
"Alright." She stood, in a bend, giving Miroku and Hachi another full view. "It was nice to meet you, Shakujo-san."
"Please, call me Miroku." He tossed two fingers in a remorse way of saying good-bye.
Naraku took his jacket, then left with his arm around Sango's waist.
Sango tossed her jacket aside as they entered the condo that they lived in. She crept to a open room, then peeked in. Inside was a young boy, about the age of thirteen, who slept soundly.
"Alright, Kohaku is asleep." She turned, only to be swept up in Naraku's arms.
"Have I told you lately that you're beautiful, Sango?" he brushed back her hair.
"Not recently." He crushed his mouth against hers as he pushed her back into the other room.
Sango felt herself hit the mattress of Naraku's bed as his hands began to wander her body. She grabbed his hands and stopped him. "What is it that you want, Naraku?" she broke away in annoyance.
"I want you Sango." He began to nip at her trachea.
"But what do you want in general. You're acting unusually nice this evening." She muttered in semi pleasure, semi annoyance.
"Can't I make love to you without any suspicions, Sango?" He bit her ear and tugged lightly.
"No, because you always want something afterwards." She moaned as his body moved up and down against hers.
"Then wait until afterwards."
Okay, this is definitely not a Naraku Sango story, okay? Its just a weird idea of mine. I was reading another story, and Sango starts off as Naraku's possession, but will end up with Miroku. Who would ever think of NS? EW!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha - if I did... well, I would be rich.