Hey guys. Your support so far has been amazing, I really appreciate it. It took a while to write this chapter, because I took frequent stops in between, and it's pretty lengthy. Hope you enjoy,
All Night Party (Sango)
Shouldn't be too much longer now. Two seconds. One second.
"Ouch!"
I grin as I open my eyes to see Kirara with a tight grip on Miroku's hand. To wake me up, he's been groping me these past few days. So, I trained Kirara to bite him on his next attempt.
"Oh my goodness, this hurts so bad!" He yells. I laugh, and ease myself out of the bed. I've won. Smile, sparkling teeth. Cue the ding.
I stuff my feet into my slippers. "Thats what you get."
Kirara is gently placed on my bed. If he had flung her off, it would have been his death date. He's rubbing his sore hand, and still whining. Such a wimp.
"Sango, I just wanted to wake you up, no need for feline attacks."
I snort as I pull my hair into a high ponytail. It's Saturday. Everyone else and I work at the restaurant today. We'll be working most of the night, since tonight is Kaguya's annual costume party. "Where is Kagome and Inuyasha?" I ask.
He scratches his head and grins as we both walk out of the bedroom. "Last I checked they were fighting over a piece of buttered toast."
I sweatdrop. "You're joking?"
"Far from it, but I don't think Inuyasha is going to eat it because he smacked Kagome with it."
We walk down the last step, and as we walk in the kitchen, we hear the raised voices.
"Look motherfucker, I buttered the toast! Now hand it over!" Inuyasha yells.
Kagome scoffs. "Why would I do that, monkey balls? I put it in the toaster!"
Too early to have a screaming match. I look at the clock on the microwave, 11:15. Our shift at work starts in an hour.
Things are gonna get physical and quite frankly I don't feel like helping Kagome up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Both of you, shut up. You can get buttered toast at work, we need to be there in an hour," I say, yanking Kagome by the collar and dragging her into the living room. We both still have our PJ's on. "Lets get dressed, and go. Hurry up."
Kagome sighs. "But I'm comfy, and we're gonna be there all day, really, I'm not feeling this."
It's silent for a minute. Then I lightly smack her in the face. Okay, I lied, it definitely hurt judging by how red her face is turning. I smile, "Get dressed."
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Kaguya is flipping out. She made me clean the same toilet five times, because she couldn't she her smile in it perfectly. Any other day of the year, I like my job, and the people, but the annual costume party's preparation usually sucks. A lot.
"Sango, did you other all the flowers for the centerpieces? Fresh, red roses, not that plastic bullshit they tried to sell me last year," Kaguya says from behind me, and I withhold a sigh. Unless I want to be out of a job, today is not the day to complain.
Apparently, Kagome could care less about the job. I look over at my older sister and she's sitting down at a table she's supposed to be cleaning, her head resting on the flat of her hand. "Kaguya, what the hell do you have us doing?"
I watch as Kaguya frowns and says, "Eating rat shit, get to work, Kagome."
Before I can hear Kagome complain some more, I leave the area I'm cleaning for the kitchen. Kaguya usually doesn't bitch about the kitchen.
Miroku and Inuyasha are washing dishes, well actually just Inuyasha is, Miroku is on the floor, legs pulled to him, shaking. What the hell? I really don't need a dead Miroku when Mom and their Dad come back on Monday.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" I ask, wiping my brow. It's always a lot warmer in the kitchen, what with the ovens and stuff, but it's boiling now.
Inuyasha shrugs. "Hell if I know, he muttered something about need his fix a few minutes ago and fell down."
I slowly walk over to Miroku and kneel in front of him, wiping more sweat off my face. "Maybe he's like this because it's so hot in here."
Inuyasha grunts, I really have no damn clue whether thats a yes or a no.
I tap him on the knee. "Miroku? Miroku?" No response, but his eyes land on me, and he's still shaking. Why is Inuyasha so nonchalant about this?
"Fix, need fix." Miroku mutters, and places the palm of his hands on the floor. I lean forward with an eyebrow raised. Was he on some kind of drugs before they got here, and this is some sort of withdrawal?
" Oh my God, Miroku are you on cookies and crack?" Very dangerous dairy drug.
I hear Inuyasha make some sort of strained sound, like he's holding back a chuckle. Then, I realize that Miroku is a disgusting, way too horny fucker. My backside feels warm, and it ain't the heat in the kitchen. I sigh and lift a hand, promptly smacking him on the head.
"Asshole," I hiss, standing up and he gets on his feet too.
"Ah, that was my fix, you shouldn't deprive me of it, Sango."
I flip him the pigeon and walk out of the kitchen. At least it's not hot in the dining area, my shirt was gonna start sticking to me at any second.
I grab a small notepad out of my apron pocket and check off the crap I already did today. The bell jingles, and Bankotsu walks in. His eyes brighten up when he sees me, and he rushes over to give me a rather possessive kiss. It kinda hurt, actually.
I see why when I hear Miroku's smooth voice behind me, "Whats up." He says in the mot non-conversational way I've ever heard. You know, that kind of whats up, that means you just need something to say, you don't really have an interest in knowing whats up and you're hoping they say 'nothing', so that you can go about your business? Well, yeah, I'm getting that vibe from Miroku right now.
And,while detaching myself from Bankotsu, Miroku saunters next to me. Bankotsu's eyes narrow. "Not much, just thought I'd come see my girl, you know?"
Miroku chuckles. "Of course I know, if I were in your position, I couldn't blame you, after all she's gorgeous,"
Oh man, my face is warming up, but these little comments are nothing compared to when he loops an arm around my waist, and presses his lips against my cheek.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bankotsu shouts, making a few customers of our small mid-day crowd look up, then go back to their newspapers. It would be best to die or fake a serious medical issue at this point. I move away from Miroku, punching him in the jaw while doing so, and grab Bankotsu by the hand.
"He's just getting his hopes up," I say, leading him away from Miroku before things get violent but I'm talking about me castrating Miroku, I don't think Bankotsu will hurt him too much.
"Why is he even getting the idea he can get his hopes up, Sango?"
Woah, somebody's pissy. "Well, it's not my fault, he's just weird."
He snorts. "Yeah, something is weird."
"And that means?" I ask dryly.
"You're joking, right? Come on, Sango, you and your sister are the most wanted girls in the school, something has to be going on with someone."
It's always nice to hear that.
I sigh and softly push him out of my way so that I can head to Kaguya's office. "Yeah, something is supposed to be going on with you."
"Right, of course." He says, but I think that was sarcasm, what would happen if I just talked to him in complete sarcasm? I think it would be awesome.
"I'll see you later?"
I loosen my apron and shrug. "No, not at all."
He looks confused, and a tad bit hurt. "Why not?"
"I hate you, obviously," I say, nodding. I bite my lip to keep from laughing because he has such an alarmed look on his face, eyes wide, face distorted in confusion.
"What, why? We were getting along fine yesterday."
"Nope, we weren't."
"Sango!"
Thats enough for now, he might cry or something, and in this scenario that would be a huge warning sign. I peck him on the cheek. "Order something or get going, I'll see you later."
He leans back in and kisses me on the lips, very softly. Then he's walking towards the door, eventually the bell jangles and he's gone for now. I stride into Kaguya's office. "Everything is ordered and set, Kaguya."
She raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Did you clean the gutters?"
The hell? The door opens and Kagome walks in, looking like she might have actually been working, her face smudged with stuff from under the sink, and hair thrown into a messy bun.
"This is a restaurant, Kaguya. We don't need the gutters to be clean, chill out."
Kaguya gives her a bone-chilling glare, and I hold back the bubbling sensation of laughter, unless I want to be on the end of that glare.
"Girls, you're performances tonight must be perfect, and your costumes must be very appealing, we need to attract a male audience."
Strangely, that kinda made me feel like a singing whore or something. "No slow songs then?" I ask.
Both Kagome and Kaguya answer, "Of course not."
My sister has so much stuff in common with a 30-year old that it scares me.
Kaguya abruptly stands up, glancing at her watch. "It's going to be three soon, don't you girls have shopping or prepping to do? The costume party starts at 7, but I need you back here at 5:30 dressed and ready to greet people that are early and set up more tables."
Damn. A full work day.
The door creaks and the smell of Axe drifts into the room along with my step-brother man whores.
Miroku strides forward, and extends a hand, catching a strand of Kaguya's long hair. "Kaguya, I can't wait to see what you dress up as,"
I roll my eyes. Whore. "Kaguya, I'm sorry, he's so disgusting, we're gonna get going now. Kagome, come on." I say, taking her wrist and leading her to the door.
"Why are you bossing me around? I'm older."
If only you acted like it. "Whatever, we gotta get going, it'll take a while to put on my costume."
She mumbles something as we walk out, that I'm choosing to ignore.
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The boys got home an hour after we did, and the fight over who gets to use the bathroom is becoming intense. Miroku is standing in my way of the bathroom, while Inuyasha and Kagome got into a fist fight about it five minutes ago.
I still have to put on my makeup! If he doesn't move maybe I'll feed him to rabid wolves. Then again, wolves don't deserve a punishment as tortuous as that one.
"Get the hell out of my way, Miroku."
He smirks, and further lens in the doorway of the bathroom, restricting my entrance. "But I have to shower- unless you'd like to share that activity?"
"I will get Kirara, maker her bite your tiny balls off, and light them on fire, if you don't move!"
He winces. "That would be painful. I'll make you a deal, if you promise to jugar a la casita con a mi, I'll move."
Whatever. Every day, his life span is getting shorter, by alot. "If you don't move, I'll make sure that you're a guy named Sally's bitch." I warn him, attempting to knock him over, however it doesn't work. At all. In fact, I think I just hurt my arm.
He grabs amy arm as I attempt to life my leg and knee him in the place he's probably the most lacking. His eyes look somewhat serious, and now I'm wondering why the hell my face is warming up when he touched my arm? It's natural that the arm have some sort of color, but......
He leans his lips close to my ear. "Promise, that you will jugar a la casita con a mi," he says, in a teasing tone, but he seriously won't move unless I say something.
I sigh. "Okay, fine, whatever. I'll jugar or whatever that means."
He smirks, "Perfect, have fun in there." He moves out of the way and waltzes down the hall where I can still hear Inuyasha and Kagome's fight.
30 minutes later, it's five and I hope that everyone is already dressed. I tug on the small slightly sparkly top I'm wearing, and I check my hair to make sure the high ponytail is still secure.
I decided to be a belly dancer, it's different from what I would normally do, plus all those weeks of making sure my belly was toned enough for this is paying off.
I step out of the bathroom and into the warm hallway, which Inuyasha just slid down in his doctor outfit. Well, its not much of an outfit, it's an open shirt, normal clothes, and a stethoscope around his neck.
"What are you supposed to be?" I ask as he follows me into the room, so I can look for my shoes.
"A love doctor," his gruff voice says from behing me. For some strange reason, Kagme was in the closet, and she tumbles out. "Who couldever love a man whore like you?"
"You are pretty whoreish," I offer.
He snorts. "Whatever, one of us is getting some tonight."
"Make that two. Unless you want t ojoin in the fun, ladies?" miroku says as he walks in, dressed as a drill seargant.
Eww. "I don't want ot die of one of your many vicious STD's." I say, helping Kagome put her bandanna on. She's a pirate.
I look at the time. "We need to go, its already 5:15."
Inuyasha is gone almsot immediately after I say that, must be an advantage of hanyou speed. Miroku walks out, relaxed as ever, nad Kagome thumps me on the back of the head, before showing me out the door. "Come on," She mumbles.
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When we get there, Kaguya already has music thumping in the restaraunt, the sounds bouncing off the walls and into our ears. She rushes towards us, dressed like a Sengoku Jiidai hime. Her hair is done in a twist of entricate and complicated buns and briads, and shes wearing layer upon layer of kimono.
"All of you look great. Sango, you'll be going first tonight with your performance, be ready soon."
I nod, and all four of us sit at a booth. I toy with my phone, texting Bankotsu, while still listening to the conversation between Miroku, Inuyasha, and Kagome.
"So, how are you even related to each other? Inuyasha is a demon, and you're not...." Kagome says to the boys.
I hit send and look at Inuyasha and Miroku, waiting for an answer. I've been wondering this too, since Inuyasha and Miroku look nothing alike.
"I was adopted the same day Inuyasha was born," Miroku says.
My phone vibrates on the table, making an obnoxious sound, before I can comment. Theres a message that says, 'look up', I do, and Bankotsu is waving from the other side of the restaurant.
I scoot Kagome out of the booth, so that I can greet Bankotsu.
I reach him and he kisses me. "The belly dancer outfit looks scrumptious on you."
I raise a brow. "Cannibalism is not attractive."
He throws an arm around my shoulders, as we walk back towards the tables. "I came to see you perform, what are you singing?"
Has conversation with him always been so regular? Extremely average?
"Um, blah blah blah." I say, and we reach the table. Miroku's dark blue eyes flicker from Kagome, who's talking right now, and me and Bankotsu.
He smooths his hair, and stands up, nodding his head to acknowledge Bankotsu. "Whats up."
I watch Bankotsu frown and shrug. "Nothing. Just particles in the air, you know other people's oxygen that will inevitably kill us."
WTF? Miroku raises a brow. "Um, yeah, cool, Sango, don't you have to sing about now?"
I check my phone, 15 minutes until I get on the stage. My show time matters to him for what reason?
"Fifteen minutes till."
Inuyasha makes one of his various grunting sounds. "I hate the number fifteen."
"I hate your face." Kagome says, sighing.
He glares at her, and I laugh as Kaguya walks over to us, clapping her hands. "Sango, it's time, hurry up, and come with me," She says, grabbing my arm.
From behind me, I hear Miroku say, "Thats what she said."
I roll my eyes as I put on the microphone headset, and walk up the four stairs that lead into the stage.
The music starts, and the lights dim. I start to sing, "Music starts, listen hot stuff, I'm in love, with this song,"
People are starting to stare at me now. I smile as I sing, "So, just hush, baby, shut up, heard enough, stop stop talking that blah blah blah,"
By the time I'm done, they want an encore.
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If I'm reborn in the next life as Inuyasha and Miroku's step-sister, I just might grab a sledgehammer and go to work. Honestly, I'm going to something so deliciously evil. As for what, I have no clue.
After three hours of all four of us performing at the restaurant, the boys decided to bring EVERYONE back to our house. Literally every horny teen that was there, is now being horny in my house. In. My. House!
I can't go pee without seeing a familiar face, and quite frankly, isn't everyone tired by now? It's almost midnight.
The house is incredibly loud, and I head to my room, where no one should be. Strangely, Kagome isn't even here, she's with Kouga, leaving me with the jackasses!
I walk into the room and the Axe smell is mixed with a terribly strong perfume smell. I sweatdrop when I see one girl each in Inuyasha and Miroku's beds. They're such whores......
All of them are asleep. I attempt to walk past Miroku's bed,m but my arm experiences a quick pain, and I'm yanked down on his bed. What the hell? Oh my God, he is cuddling me! I can't move, his grip around my mid-section is too strong.
I squirm, but that really doesn't help me any. My face warms up probably 20 frickin degrees. It definitely doesn't make me feel any better or at least cool down for that matter, when his husky voice tickles my ear,
"Are you ready to play house?"
Okay, so in case you're wondering, the phrase 'jugar a la casita con a mi' is Spanish for play house with me. Ah you gotta love Spanish class, lol. So, next chapter, our funny factor dies down for this one, since you are possibly about to read the biggest fight you've ever read, little physical, mostly shouting but damn, its dramatic, they really can't stand each other, :) Keep a lookout for the next chapter of 'Keep it a Secret' entitled: Douchebag. Please, review. It's much appreciated if you do, :)