Chapter 3

"So who were those guys chasing you?" the boy asked, reaching out to turn the music down on low. He had black hair, braided down his back and his ears were pierced all the way from top to bottom. A blue cross was tattooed on his forehead and several tattoos covered his arms. Metal jingled on his eyebrows and lips as he talked. He looked like he came straight out of a 'Revolver' magazine. Sango had to calm down, or rather till her breathing returned to normal before she could answer, but she finally said, "I'm not sure. Crazy ex boy friends maybe?"

Her eyebrows drew together, of course that was a lie. She never had a boyfriend. Not a serious one anyway. She would laugh at the irony if she wasn't so scared.

"So what's your name?" he asked, all smiles and who could blame him.. She just offered to sex him up hardcore, "You're really cute." She couldn't help but blush, thinking if she should give him her real name. Could she trust this kid? He seemed oblivious to what was going on, "It's Sango, what about you?"

"Bankoustu, but you can call me whatever you want," he said with a wink, "So where do you wanna do the deed babe."

"Oh crap," she thought. She slid her hand to her pockets, a wad of 20s she placed there this morning were still there, maybe she could buy him a prostitute.

"Well?" he murmured as he reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a good squeeze.

"Uhm… a motel or something?" she offered embarrassed, "Where are you headed anyway?" God, she needed time to think.

Bankoustu gave her a knowing look, he really was attractive even with his punk attire, "Anywhere I want actually. I have no destination." Sango laid her head back against the head rest, and gazed out the window. The tall buildings were quickly becoming smaller, eventually turning to only gas stations, until they hit the country roads leaving the city life behind them. She hoped kagome was ok, If the men were looking for her she couldn't go home or to her friend's. If anyone got hurt because of her she wouldn't know what to do and she was not about to lead them to where she lived.

He tilted his head toward her and clenched her leg beneath his hand once more, "Hey… are you ok? It's not every day you get men with guns chasing you." She let out a sigh and nodded, "I'll be ok." He took her words into consideration, "Well alright, hey here's a motel." Sango's stomach twisted nervously as Bankoustu pulled into the parking lot.

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The motel wasn't very big, it looked rather cheap. Even the M in Motel was out. Saying only 'otel'. "Sorry this isn't the nicest place, but it's not like we are here for scenery," he barked with a laugh. He wrapped his arm around her waist to rest on her hip as he steered her inside. This wasn't going to go over well. Bankoustu wanted sex, and he wanted it with her. He ordered a room with one bed and he sneered at the old woman behind the counter.

"She's my lover," he smirked, tilting his head toward the blushing girl in his arms. The woman rolled her eyes and gave him the room key, shooing them away to tend the next person in line. They walked in silence to the room.

"Crap, crap, crap," she thought frantically. How did she get herself into this predicament? She had to think of something fast. The boy dropped his arm away for a second to unlock their room before leaning over to squeeze her bottom. She flushed but resisted the urge to tear him to shreds. After all it was her fault they were here. Bankoustu was two heads taller then her and she suddenly felt small and vulnerable. If the opportunity arose… could she fight him off as well?

She walked away from him, into the room. The room was somewhat of a pear color, with only a queen bed in the far corner. It's blankets were a rose color but they didn't look like they had been washed… in quite a while. As she reached the bed she heard something flutter to the ground and she turned around to see Bankoustu with his shirt off as he began to strip. "Uhm," she stammered, backing up until her legs were stopped by the edge of the bed. He must have wanted to get right to it. He breathed in softly and treaded forward. Was she getting goose bumps from the cold? Or Because this man she barely knew was half naked before her?

His feet ceased walking as he stopped before her, reaching out he gently caressed her arm before he pushed against her shoulder causing her to fall back against the bed. She landed with a gasp and stared up at him. Light glowed from behind him, illuminating his body. His breaths came out uneven and harsh, his cheeks began to blush slightly. A muscle in his jaw ticked. Some one walked passed their room in the hallway chatting on a cellular device, but other than that, all was quiet. Sango twitched, blood flooding to her face as he slowly climbed on top of her. "I'm gonna rock your world babe," he said softly, tucking his head to kiss her neck. She stiffened and moved her face to the side away from his, but he didn't seem to notice. He tongued the vein where the demon would have injected her and she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him.

He was so heavy, it was awkward. She brought her leg up, hoping he would shift off of her, but he moaned as it brushed accidentally against his already hard member. She squeaked in protest. Bankoutsu moved his hand up and it brushed against the side of her breast and she blushed twenty shades of red, swatting it away. Then She brought her hand up and placed it against his chest to attempt to push him away, but he didn't budge. His mouth left a trail of kisses to her collar bone before he began to suck vigorously at the top of her left breast. "Hey Uhm let's not rush into-" but she stopped as she felt his hand drift down her stomach to the hem of her pants. She stiffened once more and Her face became an inferno red as the tips of his fingers dove down to meet the edge of her panties.

'SLAP'! Bankoustu face was cracked to the side from the force of the blow, a red handprint formed on his cheek. He looked at her, a mixture of shock, pain, and confusion lay across his features. He sat up swiftly, his knees still straddling her, "Did I hurt you babe?" He asked, unaware if he did anything wrong. "Enough is enough," she thought. Panic rose in his chest, and hers as well.

She bit her lip and looked down, "No its just...I'm not going to have sex with you." He didn't say anything for several minutes, turning her words over in his head. When he realized what she meant, It was his turn to stiffen, "Uhh you said we could fuck." He pointed a finger accusingly at her, and she brought her hands up protectively, "Hey now, I never said I…. was going to be the one you slept with.." she reached into her pocket, tentatively pulling out the money and whispered, "Here take this, you could buy yourself a prostitute?" His eyes turned harsh and he swatted the money away. "No thanks," he wasted no time jumping off of her, gathering his shirt up, "This kind of bullshit always happens to me, don't even bother."

He sounded hurt and she suddenly felt bad for leading him on even though she had to escape, "Bankoustu, I'm really sorry. Please take my money, you did pay for the room." She hurried toward him as he walked to the door. Sighing he said, "Look it's fine I'm just gonna get out of here."

"But It's late you can always stay and leave in the morning."

"No," he grimaced, pulling his shirt over his head, "Then I'll just be more tempted to sleep with you." He turned back to the door, grasping the knob but her soft hand on his arm stopped him, "I feel awful, and there's a lot of drunk drivers out there. Just stay." she smiled and then offered, "I'll sleep on the floor."

He laughed and shut the door, "Fine but I won't make you sleep on the ground. Talk about uncomfortable."

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The air around me still feels like a cage…

And love is just a camouflage ,

For what resembles rage…again.

Sango stretched her arms over her head, and yawned involuntarily before climbing under the blankets of her bed. A piece of paper, consisting of colors that couldn't be identified in the rainbow, floated to the floor. "I hope mom likes the picture I drew for her," she wondered happily. In a sea of comforting cotton she closed her eyes waiting for sleep to take her from reality to a word consisting only of dreams. She could hear the clock on her night stand ticking away, as time passed. Everything seemed so peaceful….calm.

But nothing ever lasts long…

Thudding on the stair steps beyond her door frame woke Sango from the little sleep she accomplished. Who could that be? "Kohaku?" Sango called out groggily, "Dad said we had to go to bed…" But he didn't answer, the thudding continued, growing quieter as whoever was on the steps went down to the bottom. If her brother got in trouble again, then he couldn't go to the water park with them the following weekend. "I better go warn him," she thought getting up slowly. She walked out of her room and tip toed down the stairs, hoping her parents wouldn't hear. "Kohaku," she whispered as she reached the last step, " you need to go back to bed." Again… no answer. Was he purposely ignoring her?

She shifted forward, placing her foot on the ground. But… it slid awkwardly causing her body to fling backward. She cried out in surprise, latching her hands onto the stair's railing to stop herself from tumbling into the wood. "What the heck?" she thought. Glancing down she saw a dark puddle beneath her. It looked like….. Mud? Whatever it was, it trailed all the way down the hall and into the kitchen. Sango bent down, tapping her fingers gingerly into the liquid. It rippled lightly before stilling. Bringing it up to her face, she sniffed at her fingers.

Her nose crinkled at the metallic scent. It smelled awful… sickening. It definitely wasn't mud. But she couldn't make out what it was. She decided to follow the trail down the hall. As she reached the kitchen, she saw Kohaku hunched over by the table, his back to her. The trail ended at his feet. He was rocking on the balls of his feet, whimpering softly. "Kohaku!" she whispered sternly, "What are you doing? You shouldn't be-" but she stopped as he stood up and turned toward her. She instantly paled.

At that moment she knew what the liquid was. It was blood. Kohaku stood before her, his hair shielding his eyes from her view. In his hands he held a kitchen knife, one their parents always stored away from them. It was drenched in blood and so was he… but who's was it? She was at a loss for words as she stared at him. "Sango….sister…?" he sounded like he was in pain, "Run away from me." A silvery tear cascaded down his cheek, but was he smiling? In this light she couldn't tell. What was going on? What did he mean? "Give me the knife Kohaku," she commanded instead of heading his words, walking toward him, "You can seriously get hurt with that." But that was her mistake…

The moment she stopped in front of her sibling, his hand with the metal whipped out beside her face. Pain rushed to her cheek as blood sprayed out. "Kohaku?!" she yelled, "What are you doing?" She turned around, and attempted to run away from him. But she felt the knife cut into her right shoulder and she screamed out. Her body flew forward and she tried to turn around, but there wasn't enough space to do it fully. She heard her left leg crack, and she felt like it was on fire. She crashed against the kitchen counter head first. She felt her body twitch before slumping toward the ground.

Something warm rushed down her face as she lay crumpled on the floor. She couldn't even see any more. A glass vase tipped over from the counter edge, and slammed against the ground next to her, shattering into a tiny thousand pieces. Sango could feel several shards slice into her already battered cheek. But she couldn't move away. Her forehead felt smashed in… "I have to get away," she thought. Slowly, she willed her body to move again. She reached out, clutching the tile and pulled her body forward. She had to escape. "Please," she cried out tasting blood, "Help me!" Mom. Dad. Anyone! Only a frightening silence answered her. She began to sob in frustration… in fear and pain, "Leave me alone!"

Kill her… she heard a voice call out. She felt her brother's foot slam against her back, shoving her to the ground. "Kohaku!" she sobbed, turning up to meet his eyes. His blank, emotionless eyes. "Don't do this to me…." she begged as His hand raised above his head. Deep down…she knew this was it. She closed her eyes, praying differently.

Her prayers were unanswered though, as she felt the knife cleave her spine. Her world went red with a haze of shock and she screamed deafeningly. How could he.. Her little brother…do this…. To her?