A.N. Sorry the update took so long!
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"When do you think we should act?" Sango asked Fumei in a whisper from the floor below him.
"Soon," he replied, flipping the page in his book. She lay on the carpet next to the large bed, with her cheek resting in her hand, and her elbow on the floor. She was on her stomach, waving one foot in the air and flipping through a few magazines.
Fumei had snuck them in for her for that night in his jacket, like he'd been doing for the past week. The two of them had gown quite close, and were beginning to open up to each other, from things between their family histories and school.
"How soon?" Sango asked, looking up at him and closing the magazine. "Fumei," she growled quietly. "I'm worried for my friend. She's been in a whore house for a week now, and I haven't gotten word since the first night! I don't know what's happening to her, and I can't stand thinking of all these girls, including Akane, that have been attacked so many times! We need to act NOW!" Sango stressed the last word as a hiss.
"Oooh, Sango," Fumei groaned, pointing at the door and then putting a finger to his lips. Sango listened, and heard feet outside walking around.
"Fumei!" she replied, trying not to laugh, loudly. She sounded almost angry….
They stayed silent for a little while, until all the sound was gone, then resumed their conversation.
"I know you're impatient, but trust me. This Ranma guy is a sort of legend, and if Kagome's met him and decided to help him, nothing bad will happen to your friend," Fumei assured her with a sad smile, then resumed his reading.
This aggravated Sango. She didn't like how passive he was acting, as if he didn't care what happened. Sitting up Indian style, she frowned deeply at the boy, whom she could tell was watching from the corner of his eye. She stared at his handsome face for a few minutes, then got even angrier, and stood up.
In one swift motion, she had swiped the rag from the bed. It was covered in smudges of the heavy make up that had been on her face, but he'd brought her something to wipe the goop off with. Now that that was out of the way, she flipped him over quickly, so his book slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
He looked up at her, alarmed, but he didn't get to speak, because suddenly she was pinning him to the bed. Her legs in a straddle over his stomach, and her weight holding down his shoulders, she put her face lose to his and snarled.
"You're going to help me save every girl who was ever hurt in this house or Rumiko house. And if you don't help me…," Sango searched for a good threat. She knew that even tackling him was risky, he might change his mind, and not want to help her any more.
"I'll do something that you won't like," Sango said, very unsure of herself.
"How do you even know what I like and don't like, girly?" his voice was soft, but slick and mysterious at the same time. His breath tickled her nose and cheeks, they were so close together. Her breasts were almost touching his chest, barely supported by the low cut material of the shirt.
"I know that you don't like your father, or your brother, or what's going on here," she said scowling.
"And what are you going to do, tell dear old Dad?" Fumei answered. "He'd more likely laugh in your face than punish me! Then you would be stuck with my big brother. Or would you like that better?" he asked mockingly.
"No," she whispered, backing up, but still holding his shoulders down, with less weight.
"You know," he said, and his tone was different somehow, and his eyes held something new. "You really are beautiful," his eyes stared intensely into hers. Dark gray eyes, lighter than most people's, though… it was as if someone had poked a whole and all the ink had run out.
"Wha- what?" she exclaimed, shocked. Blinking as she brushed furiously, a look of frustration came onto her face.
"And you're even cuter when you're angry," he commented with a laugh.
"Shut up," she muttered. Plenty of boys had told her how good looking she was, but none like this. Somehow, this felt different, and his words touched her more deeply.
"Aww, that's not a very nice word," he whispered.
"My parents would punish me if I spoke rudely," she said, out of nowhere. It was true, but she didn't know why she said it, now. It was as if someone had taken over her body and words.
Then suddenly, she was flipped, and now it was her turn to be pinned down. Her eyes got wider when she saw that he was holding her down by her elbows, and that he was on all fours, his knees on either side of her legs. A smirk played on his features, as he whispered:
"Now, Mommy and Daddy wouldn't much like to hear that their little girl was saying bad words. Might as well do the punishing for them," he said coyly. For a split second, a million thoughts rushed through her head. Had it all been a lie? Was Fumei like everyone else? What was he doing, pinning her to the bed like this? SHE THOUGHT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GENTLE, DAMN IT!!!!
But all that went away as she realized what was happening now, as his lips crushed down upon hers, and her eyes got a size larger. She looked at his eyes, which were closed, and realized by his rough motions… that he was only going to kiss her.
In spite of herself, she found that she as relaxing into the kiss, and his lips felt nice, and she wanted for him to be dominant, and there was no use fighting. His tongue begged for entrance, and after a few seconds, she gave it to him. His body seemed to sigh as the kiss was gentler, and his hands lifted up in arches to release her arms, and they pulled slowly away. With a moment's hesitation, she wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down to feel his body against hers.
In that whole world there was nobody but the two of them, and everything was bright, but at the same time dark; and fast, but oh s slow; so rough, yet so tender. She closed her lids over her hazel eyes, loving this kiss, loving him, loving his manly scent, and how his hand caressed her cheek.
When he pulled away, his lids lifted slowly, and hers fluttered, but when she met his gaze, it was hard not to kiss him all over again.
He rolled away from her, but glanced over, his cheeks tinted. Sango sat up, and looked at Fumei, so playful it seemed, but shy. How could someone so shy and quiet kiss her like that? Her eyes traced his profile, and his arms, toned and visibly muscular even through his long sleeved t-shirt. Her small hand reached out and ran down his arm gently.
"What is this?" she whispered, barely audible, but he heard it.
"Something that I've never felt," he whispered, catching her hand that rested on his left with his right. Grasping her wrist in a powerful, gentle grip, he pulled her to him, and held her close, her head resting on his chest.
She didn't know what was happening, but decided to listen to it. He wrapped strong arms around her, and they lay down on the bed in an aura of innocence, her on top of him, and both fell into the peaceful abyss of deep, dreamless slumber.
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Kagome cried into her pillow, silently as to not alert Ranma, whom was staring out the window again. She was worried for her friend, worried what would happen to her, if their plan would work, if her own boyfriend would ever come for her like he promised he would if anything ever happened.
"Kags," Ranma addressed her by her nickname, which she had told him during last night's brief, but deep, conversation.
"Yeah?" she sniffled, rolling her head to face him.
"Come 'ere," he told her, turning an glancing at her, motioning towards the window. "Look at this," he said. She wiped her eyes on her arm and got up slowly, barely interested.
Ranma moved over, and Kagome stared out the window, taking a minute to realize what he meant. There, on the far wall, was a figure in all red. His silver hair billowed out behind him.
Kagome tried to convince herself she was imagining, but then after rubbing her eyes and blinking, she realized it was true.
Her new tears were carried away by the wind from the open window as Ranma spoke:
"My cousin, InuYasha Taisho," he smiled at her, a hand on her shoulder.
Sobbing tears of joy into her hands, she couldn't believe the sight. InuYasha, on the far wall, standing with his Tetsusaiga over his shoulder, silver hair blowing in the wind, red kimono billowing. He'd come, they were going to be freed.
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A.N. 2 Was it worth the wait? HAHA!!! I'll update soon as I feel like it!!!! Next chapter will be FUNI!!!
