NOTEs: I'd just like to clarify that this isn't a slave story; Sango just
gets captured by them. I can't say more otherwise I'll ruin even more of
the plot. Though for humor reasons, it could be treated as one I suppose.
But no, and there really are quite a few around. I just needed something
fairly traumatizing and being reduced to a weak helpless number would be
for Sango I imagine. I think I'm most like her compared to the other
characters. Though that one silly test thing said I was Inu Yasha. What?
WHAT?? What're you staring at?? ;P I suppose I am given to outbursts.
Anywho, thanks to all my reviewers. I'm sorry this took forever, I've got
so much keeping me busy here, including that play I'm in (I'M RIZZO).
::clears throat:: Right. So uh, I'm lo~~~ow on energy. Meaning, I think
I'm done rambling. Enjoy minna chan!
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You know he's not the kind of man who likes to see the world around him
Crumble to a ball around his feet.
But he's always ready.
He's always set.
He's always well-prepared.
He's the most peculiar man you'd ever meet.
-The King of Bedside Manor
BNL
Miroku watched Sango for a moment longer as she escaped into sleep. At least she could rest for a little while knowing he would get her out of here. Now just how he would get her out of here was another story. They hadn't taken any money with them, and fighting wasn't an option of the moment, not with all these defenseless females around. Though if it came down it, he stared back at Sango, if it came down to it, then he'd have no choice, would he?
He pushed himself back into a standing position, noticing Kagome had walked up behind him, Inu Yasha hovering protectively around her. He was right to. All the men that weren't preoccupied with inspecting a slave were eyeing Kagome. Not only were females not for sale allowed here, but her uniform always did seem to attract some attention. Miroku shook his head. It was dangerous for Kagome to be here. It was bad enough that Sango was already for sale, Kagome didn't need to be in the same situation.
Miroku turned back to Sango's containment and noticed a few other men debating on purchasing her. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn't considered that someone would beat him to her. Must think. Think think think.
He waved over Shinji, who was floating about here and there answering questions. "I want to buy her." Miroku nodded in the direction of Sango.
Shinji nodded. "Alright. How will you be paying?"
Miroku smiled the most charming smiled he could muster while Inu Yasha gave Shinji a patented death glare. "To ease my mind, please tell those other men she is no longer for sale."
"Well, unless I have some…" Shinji paused, frozen by the gleam hidden in Miroku's eyes. It couldn't be distinguished right away, but it was deadly. It made his skin crawl. Eerie. Was he really a monk? It was almost worse than that inu-youkai's with him. Almost. But still.
"Ne, Shinji." Miroku looked over at one of the men calling to Shinji. It was one of the men eyeing Sango. He seemed to be set on her. Miroku restrained his anger, keeping a placid but cold expression as he stepped between Sango and the man.
"This girl is already sold."
The man turned to face the monk and, after a moment, shrugged. "She doesn't have a sold sign."
Miroku tensed. "That means nothing. She is accounted for. Find yourself another creature."
The two stared at each other, an unbelievably still expression on both. Neither wavering.
But, as it turned out, Miroku did have much more to lose. The man eventually nodded and with a last glance at a lost opportunity, continued on to the next containment. A breath of relief passed through Miroku's lips. That was much too close for comfort.
He looked back at Shinji, who was eyeing Kagome. Inu Yasha was growling deeply to Shinji's attention.
Miroku cleared his throat. Shinji looked up, slightly startled. He addressed Inu Yasha. "Your slave's garb is quite fascinating. Would you be willing to sell it?"
Kagome's jaw dropped slightly and she blushed from the reference. Inu Yasha was only further incited. Miroku pondered. "Will you excuse us for a moment?"
Miroku shuffled Kagome and Inu Yasha off to the side a few steps.
Kagome shook her head. "I have replaced way too many schools uniforms already. We're not going to sell this one just so we can get a profit. I refuse." She paused as a thought entered her mind. "Besides what would I wear?"
Inu Yasha simply nodded, not wishing to discuss the latter.
Miroku sighed. "We don't have any money with us to begin with. Maybe he would be willing to trade Sango for it."
Kagome glanced over at Sango for a moment. "Sango-chan…" She hadn't thought of that. Suddenly, she felt stupid for being selfish over such a little thing. "Of course we can try."
Inu Yasha grinned sadistically. "He'll give us Sango whether he likes it or not."
Miroku nodded. "Right. Kagome-sama, we'll worry about your wardrobe when he agrees." Kagome nodded in compliance.
Miroku scanned the nearby area and quickly located Shinji. He motioned for him to come over.
"Inu Yasha here is willing to part with his slave's garb." Shinji's face lit up. Miroku quickly continued. "Only in exchange for that girl." Shinji stared at Miroku blankly. Then he glanced at Sango, then back at Kagome and Inu Yasha. Shinji looked like he was concentrating and slowly edged over to Kagome. After a moment, he began to finger the material on her skirt.
Kagome resisted the urge to scream.
Inu Yasha…well Inu Yasha had a point to make. He stepped in front of Kagome and gripped Shinji's wrist, bringing the bones to the near breaking point while forcing him to let go of Kagome's skirt. He slowly bared his fangs, grinning at the terrified look on Shinji's face. "I told you not to touch my property."
Shinji's eyes widened further, realizing his mistake. "I-I was only checking what kind of material it was!" He swallowed. "I accept the exchange! Please, I'll make arrangements for the girl to be released."
Miroku stepped to the side of Shinji and plopped a hand on his shoulder with a grin reaching ear to ear. "Careful now, you don't want to make him mad."
Shinji swallowed again. This was an odd group. A very odd group he didn't want to be involved with. Inu Yasha released the grip on his arm and a wave of relief passed over him. Heaven help the girl they were taking with them. He almost felt pity for her. Shinji called over some men that worked there. "Hey! You, come here! Get this girl cleaned up. Does she have any clothes?"
The man jogged over and stared at Sango's limp form. "I think she came in with some." He paused. "Armor too."
Miroku cut in. "I'd like her to keep any personal possessions." He paused for a reaction. Satisfied, he continued. "Unless there's a problem."
Shinji shook his head. "Quick, get her out of here." Her and them…
And so after a slightly uncomfortable moment of Kagome finding a place to disrobe and wrap the top half of Inu Yasha's robe around her, Sango was exchanged for Kagome's clothes.
Miroku watched as the man from before brought out Sango from a back room where she had supposedly been prepared, still not clothed to his chagrin. He was half carrying her, half dragging her. Miroku quickly removed his outer robe and wrapped it around Sango's limp body, noticing even more bruises and scars on her she hadn't had before. He was careful not wake her and careful to keep his eyes from wandering. Though if anything would have woken her, it would have probably been being dragged here. Never the less…
After he was sure she was suitable for the time being in his arms, he looked up at Shinji. "Her belongings?"
Shinji narrowed his eyes slightly while handing the clothes and armor to Kagome. "You know, I've never seen a guy be so careful with a slave. You're gonna spoil the bitch. And she's a wild one."
Inu Yasha growled deeply. Miroku only grinned. "Of course."
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NOTEs: All done with this chapter. Sorry again it took forever. I've been so stressed lately that I barely managed to squeeze this chapter out. Next one will be interesting, I promise. So what do you think will happen? Is Sango still the same? ::grins:: Are Miroku and Sango still the same?
Meanwhile, I'm being encouraged to write a lemon, which I am very wary of. Incredibly. I'd just feel so embarrassed I think. But I dunno, I'm considering it at least, right? If anything, it's not happening for a little while :P.
Did you guys like how I handled the uh…trade? I thought it would be amusing. Well anyway, I'm rambling again. Go encourage this peach to write more. ^-^
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You know he's not the kind of man who likes to see the world around him
Crumble to a ball around his feet.
But he's always ready.
He's always set.
He's always well-prepared.
He's the most peculiar man you'd ever meet.
-The King of Bedside Manor
BNL
Miroku watched Sango for a moment longer as she escaped into sleep. At least she could rest for a little while knowing he would get her out of here. Now just how he would get her out of here was another story. They hadn't taken any money with them, and fighting wasn't an option of the moment, not with all these defenseless females around. Though if it came down it, he stared back at Sango, if it came down to it, then he'd have no choice, would he?
He pushed himself back into a standing position, noticing Kagome had walked up behind him, Inu Yasha hovering protectively around her. He was right to. All the men that weren't preoccupied with inspecting a slave were eyeing Kagome. Not only were females not for sale allowed here, but her uniform always did seem to attract some attention. Miroku shook his head. It was dangerous for Kagome to be here. It was bad enough that Sango was already for sale, Kagome didn't need to be in the same situation.
Miroku turned back to Sango's containment and noticed a few other men debating on purchasing her. His breath was caught in his throat. He hadn't considered that someone would beat him to her. Must think. Think think think.
He waved over Shinji, who was floating about here and there answering questions. "I want to buy her." Miroku nodded in the direction of Sango.
Shinji nodded. "Alright. How will you be paying?"
Miroku smiled the most charming smiled he could muster while Inu Yasha gave Shinji a patented death glare. "To ease my mind, please tell those other men she is no longer for sale."
"Well, unless I have some…" Shinji paused, frozen by the gleam hidden in Miroku's eyes. It couldn't be distinguished right away, but it was deadly. It made his skin crawl. Eerie. Was he really a monk? It was almost worse than that inu-youkai's with him. Almost. But still.
"Ne, Shinji." Miroku looked over at one of the men calling to Shinji. It was one of the men eyeing Sango. He seemed to be set on her. Miroku restrained his anger, keeping a placid but cold expression as he stepped between Sango and the man.
"This girl is already sold."
The man turned to face the monk and, after a moment, shrugged. "She doesn't have a sold sign."
Miroku tensed. "That means nothing. She is accounted for. Find yourself another creature."
The two stared at each other, an unbelievably still expression on both. Neither wavering.
But, as it turned out, Miroku did have much more to lose. The man eventually nodded and with a last glance at a lost opportunity, continued on to the next containment. A breath of relief passed through Miroku's lips. That was much too close for comfort.
He looked back at Shinji, who was eyeing Kagome. Inu Yasha was growling deeply to Shinji's attention.
Miroku cleared his throat. Shinji looked up, slightly startled. He addressed Inu Yasha. "Your slave's garb is quite fascinating. Would you be willing to sell it?"
Kagome's jaw dropped slightly and she blushed from the reference. Inu Yasha was only further incited. Miroku pondered. "Will you excuse us for a moment?"
Miroku shuffled Kagome and Inu Yasha off to the side a few steps.
Kagome shook her head. "I have replaced way too many schools uniforms already. We're not going to sell this one just so we can get a profit. I refuse." She paused as a thought entered her mind. "Besides what would I wear?"
Inu Yasha simply nodded, not wishing to discuss the latter.
Miroku sighed. "We don't have any money with us to begin with. Maybe he would be willing to trade Sango for it."
Kagome glanced over at Sango for a moment. "Sango-chan…" She hadn't thought of that. Suddenly, she felt stupid for being selfish over such a little thing. "Of course we can try."
Inu Yasha grinned sadistically. "He'll give us Sango whether he likes it or not."
Miroku nodded. "Right. Kagome-sama, we'll worry about your wardrobe when he agrees." Kagome nodded in compliance.
Miroku scanned the nearby area and quickly located Shinji. He motioned for him to come over.
"Inu Yasha here is willing to part with his slave's garb." Shinji's face lit up. Miroku quickly continued. "Only in exchange for that girl." Shinji stared at Miroku blankly. Then he glanced at Sango, then back at Kagome and Inu Yasha. Shinji looked like he was concentrating and slowly edged over to Kagome. After a moment, he began to finger the material on her skirt.
Kagome resisted the urge to scream.
Inu Yasha…well Inu Yasha had a point to make. He stepped in front of Kagome and gripped Shinji's wrist, bringing the bones to the near breaking point while forcing him to let go of Kagome's skirt. He slowly bared his fangs, grinning at the terrified look on Shinji's face. "I told you not to touch my property."
Shinji's eyes widened further, realizing his mistake. "I-I was only checking what kind of material it was!" He swallowed. "I accept the exchange! Please, I'll make arrangements for the girl to be released."
Miroku stepped to the side of Shinji and plopped a hand on his shoulder with a grin reaching ear to ear. "Careful now, you don't want to make him mad."
Shinji swallowed again. This was an odd group. A very odd group he didn't want to be involved with. Inu Yasha released the grip on his arm and a wave of relief passed over him. Heaven help the girl they were taking with them. He almost felt pity for her. Shinji called over some men that worked there. "Hey! You, come here! Get this girl cleaned up. Does she have any clothes?"
The man jogged over and stared at Sango's limp form. "I think she came in with some." He paused. "Armor too."
Miroku cut in. "I'd like her to keep any personal possessions." He paused for a reaction. Satisfied, he continued. "Unless there's a problem."
Shinji shook his head. "Quick, get her out of here." Her and them…
And so after a slightly uncomfortable moment of Kagome finding a place to disrobe and wrap the top half of Inu Yasha's robe around her, Sango was exchanged for Kagome's clothes.
Miroku watched as the man from before brought out Sango from a back room where she had supposedly been prepared, still not clothed to his chagrin. He was half carrying her, half dragging her. Miroku quickly removed his outer robe and wrapped it around Sango's limp body, noticing even more bruises and scars on her she hadn't had before. He was careful not wake her and careful to keep his eyes from wandering. Though if anything would have woken her, it would have probably been being dragged here. Never the less…
After he was sure she was suitable for the time being in his arms, he looked up at Shinji. "Her belongings?"
Shinji narrowed his eyes slightly while handing the clothes and armor to Kagome. "You know, I've never seen a guy be so careful with a slave. You're gonna spoil the bitch. And she's a wild one."
Inu Yasha growled deeply. Miroku only grinned. "Of course."
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NOTEs: All done with this chapter. Sorry again it took forever. I've been so stressed lately that I barely managed to squeeze this chapter out. Next one will be interesting, I promise. So what do you think will happen? Is Sango still the same? ::grins:: Are Miroku and Sango still the same?
Meanwhile, I'm being encouraged to write a lemon, which I am very wary of. Incredibly. I'd just feel so embarrassed I think. But I dunno, I'm considering it at least, right? If anything, it's not happening for a little while :P.
Did you guys like how I handled the uh…trade? I thought it would be amusing. Well anyway, I'm rambling again. Go encourage this peach to write more. ^-^