AN: First of all, so, so, so sorry for the long hiatus!!!!! Argh, can't believe I didn't update for that long!! Anyway, here's a new chapter, and I seriously hope that because it's the summer holidays, I'll update soon!!!!!!!
Please read and review!!!
-_-_-
"Love you," Kagome whispered, wiping away the pristine tears brimming on her eyelids. She clutched her chest painfully as she pressed her back on the cold stonewall, sliding down it preposterously. Her short skirt rode up her legs and she received a few whistles from the horde of soldiers passing by her. Ever since Miroku's defeat in the arena, she had become their new god; replaced Inu-yasha was more like it. But somehow, she didn't feel any good about it. She missed him. She wanted to hold him close to her, smell the cologne he usually wore, cry against his shoulder.
You want and you want and you want, but some things you never get, she remembered him saying to her. When was it? Off the pier. She pursed her lips together as she bowed her head low, not noticing the figure hovering over her.
"You know, if you were so sad about everything, you could just leave," it whispered, offering its calloused hands to her. "Come on, get up, this isn't like you."
Kagome slapped his hand away, not bothering to look at the intruder's face.
"Shut up or I'll beat you up like I did that bastard," she threatened, hitching breaths of air in between her random hiccups.
"So you think I'm a bastard, eh?" Miroku asked, tone quite offended.
"Why the fuck do you keep hassling around me?" Kagome screamed, pressing her palms manically against her ears. She tried kicking him in frustration, but her infuritable mood and his skilled dodging prevented her from doing so.
"Just because we can't be together doesn't mean we can't be friends. Besides, it's better to have alliances with a woman the men think is their savior," he drawled, rolling his eyes. He hoped she couldn't see what was going on inside him though, the chaos would be too great.
"I swore to God once before," Kagome whispered, dusting the dust off of her skirt, hanging onto Miroku's grip so she wouldn't drop down again.
"Continue."
"I swore to God once before, that I wouldn't let you crack me like this. Do you know how much it hurts to just even look at you?" she asked, lurching into his chest. She embraced him desperately and clung onto his frame, but he was nowhere near to responding her.
"You know, if I hadn't changed, I would be all over you now," Miroku chuckled, trying to hide his agonizing pain. He breathed in the scent of her hair, and no matter how many memories came seeping back into his brain, he did not have the strength to push her away and walk out of her sight.
"Just hold me, once," Kagome pleaded, muffling into his shoulder.
"Can't," he objected. Their moment destroyed, he pried her hands off of his body, not daring to glance once into her stormy eyes.
"Miroku," she asked timidly.
"What is it?" he replied, back to her face.
"Nothing," Kagome closed her eyes willfully, storming away from his sight.
"Women," Miroku mumbled, kicking a small pebble out of his way.
~_~
"Inu-yasha," Kagura opened the blinds, turning her master's chair around. "Look at the men down there," she pointed, her polished nails gleamed brightly in the sun. Inu-yasha stared at the open arena, snarling in disgust at the riots being held downstairs. One particularly large poster caught his invariable attention.
"Inu-yasha and Higurashi! Fight her!" Inu-yasha hated the way the men would demand a fight out of ever powerful gladiator. Miroku was a prominent figure within the inner circle, in fact, his power was second only to Inu-yasha's. Screaming men, women, and children could be heard from miles away.
"Inu-yasha and Higurashi! Take your bet on who will win!" a man shouted, megaphone pressed serenely on top of his delinquent lips. Inu-yasha wished to shoot his brains out, but a strong arm prevented him from rising out of his chair. He prepared his claws for a fight.
"Why don't you fight her, Inu-yasha?" Kagura asked, eyes drilling into his own. Her lips drew into an ugly smile, tempting Inu-yasha to wipe the digusting smirk off of her face. He gritted her teeth and bared his anger at her, surprisingly she did not retaliate. "Now, now, Inu-yasha, it won't be that bad. You'll prove to them you're still the all powerful," she chuckled, sliding herself into his lap, biting on the skin beneath his ear. Inu-yasha shivered. "Who knew that you're still a child underneath? You'd even take someone like me when I'm doing this to you," she stated, hand brushing against the inside of his thigh.
Inu-yasha gripped her arm furiously, twisting its skin angrily. Kagura let out a shriek as her arm burned in his fire-like hell.
"Damn it!" she swore, "Never knew you had it in you, old man, never knew you had it in you," she mocked, waving to him lazily whilst exiting the dungeon.
"Bitch!" Inu-yasha yelled after her, his deep voice ringing through the dense walls.
"Inu-yasha," a sweet voice rang through the hallway.
"Not again Kagura! Just fuck off already!" Inu-yasha yelled, tightening his fist as he curled his upper lip, baring his gleaming fangs.
"It's me, Inu-yasha, Sango."
"Oh," he mustered, "Yeh, come in."
"So, how is everything?" Sango asked nonchalantly, save the sweet tone, she almost seemed sarcastic.
"Well, Higurashi's turned into a goddamn hero and I'm sitting amicably here with you, what the hell do you think?" Inu-yasha sneered, pulling down the blinds roughly. Flat beds of light filled the otherwise dark room.
"Sorry about that…"
"Aren't you going to see Miroku?"
"Nope. I just realized how stupid I was to actually see him. I can't believe I was worried for that bastard!" Sango yelled in frustration, throwing her hands in the air. For the moment, she seemed to act almost as a normal person would. Inu-yasha hoped it didn't stay. This Sango was incredibly boring. Her duplex personality did not, in any way, intrigue him.
"What the hell happened with you two? I thought you were going to get hitched, screw each other and have 10 billion kids," he suggested without a hint of sarcasm. Sango laughed ruefully and sat down on the tiled floor, never-minding the coldness of it.
"Well, it's something in my old place. Something involving that bitch."
"By that 'bitch' I suppose Higurashi, right?" Inu-yasha asked, peering at her pale face. Her lips were red and moist, bruised because of her constant nervous biting. She was such an easy character to read, even more so when she was distressed. He sighed in aggravation.
"Who else would I hate so much besides Miroku? Yeh, they did something real bad to me and my family. OF course I never realized that before, but, you know, everything just happened like that. And no, I'm not going to tell anyone soon about what happened. Hell, I probably won't even tell any body throughout my whole life."
"Nice to hear," Inu-yasha muttered, golden eyes flickered with what seemed like an almost palpable hint of emotion. Coming from Inu-yasha, Sango figured it was probably hostility. Inu-yasha had never been the type to be let out on secrets. Nonetheless, the under-appreciated moment of silence continued onwards. Her brown eyes met his as he gave her a glaring stare, causing Sango to erupt in a fit of giggles.
"Have you gone crazy?" Inu-yasha asked, blinking rapidly, almost surprised at her disrespect of him.
"No, it's just that, I've never seen you like this before! It's almost like you're human again,. You know? Before all of this," Sango smiled, waving both her arms around the floor.
"Human," he whispered, "that's the second time someone's called me that today."
"What's that?" she perked her head.
"Nothing, just nothing. I need to get back to work. Organize something. And I don't know what the hell we're going to do with this Higurashi parade running around the arena and everything. She's probably got a whole goddamned fan group hanging off her ass now."
"Yeh, that sounds just like her," Sango whispered, scraping her bitten nails against the floor. A loud screech omitted from them as she left the room in apprehension.
"Where you going?" Inu-yasha asked, suddenly interested.
"Just taking a walk."
"See you at the dinner tonight?"
"Maybe."
"All-right then."
~_~
"Hojo," a woman asked from inside the cell. She touched his arm lightly to get her attention. "You know that prisoner across the hall?" Hojo nodded. "He's gone."
"What?" Hojo asked, looking across the cell-room. "Oh my God!" he screamed, his shrill voice waking up everyone in the room. "How'd he get out?"
"Well he was a guard here. If he escaped he could've at least let us all out!" the woman whined, tugging on Hojo's sleeve. Suddenly, her observant eye caught a glint of light on the other side of the cell.
"Hey y'all!" Kouga's prominent voice shook the cell walls. "Didn't think I forgot about my buddies here, did ya?"
"Kouga!" the prisoners hailed him, their hopeful faces followed his every footstep. Slowly, he unlocked each prisoners' cell, receiving a multitude of 'thank you's' and other great compliments. One woman even decided to take a cop of his ass. That wasn't so bad though, he rather enjoyed it. Hadn't done that in a long time. Kouga blushed deeply as he continued his unlocking.
A masquerade of prisoners gathered around his form.
"What'd you do to get out? How about the guards?" an old man asked, his wavering voice and his ultimately aggravating cane-banging on the floor bought attention.
"That's a secret. And the guards are…well, you don't want to know where the guards are," Kouga winked, leading the parade along to the exit of the cell. "Just one thing, can y'all help me at somethin'?"
"Of course!" was the only wave of reply.
"You see, I'm planning a siege of the castle. And I think that with an army of people like us, we'll definitely be able to do it. But first of all, I want y'all to get outta here and then we'll have a rendezvous and Black's café, 6.30 pm sharp tomorrow!" Kouga commanded, raising his fist in the air.
All hailed him. His personal army, commandment of slaves, parade of fools, bowed before him.
"Now I'll just show you the way outta here."
~_~
Kagome Higurashi was in quite a fit, she was lost inside what looked like an inexplicably complicated maze made of burdening stone and drafted graffiti. She could say it was like hell, but that wasn't in her personality. In fact, if she really concentrated, maybe she could knock down the walls. That would be good, she summarized, very good. So she stood in front of a block of stone…and hit it with her bare fists, causing other stone-blocks in front of her to fall down.
"Huh, who knew this castle was like a domino!" she squealed, skipping her way to what looked like the exit…only to find a bunch of people following and cheering on a guy in front of them. The people stopped dead in their tracks. "Interesting," she surmised.
"Uh, lady, what're you doing here?" the leader asked, eyes wide with fear. "Hey! Weren't you that prisoner chick?" he yelled for all to hear.
"Yeah, the one who landed you in jail and kicked the hell out of Miroku!" Kagome smiled serenely, snickering at his apparent surprise.
"Well, we're planning a siege of the castle, wanna join?" he asked simply.
"'Course, names Higuarshi. Kagome Higurashi. What's yours?"
"Kouga," he replied, sticking out a free, calloused hand. The two shook hands. "We're all meeting at Black's café 6.30 pm sharp tomorrow, see you there, OK? Until then," he smirked, blowing a kiss to her.
"Yeh, I know the way out, by the way, from here on it's pretty easy. Anyway, thanks for letting me in on the plan!"
"Sure thing, pretty lady," he winked, rushing off again with his group of fools.
"Gotta get Miroku, maybe he'd be interested in this. From what I've heard, Inu-yasha's a big-ass bastard," she whispered, running towards the castle grounds again.
~_~
OK, weird chapter, but more to come! This fic isn't nearly over. Yup, even more seemingly-complicated-but-really-not plots to come up with…and the siege with the castle? We'll just see about that!
Now who do you want Kag to pair up with?
Miroku
Or Inu-yasha???
Itadakimasu ~~!
