Love Beyond Life
Chapter 12
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my reviewers. It always makes an author's day to see people enjoying their works. I have a day off tomorrow, so I decided to stay up nice and late to write for you all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean abuse him in this fic. ::cracks her whip:: Oh ho ho ho ho!
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"Houshi-sama!" she yelled, her hand released the thin fabric, balling up into a fist at her side. "I know you're here. Get out here so I can hurt you!"
The wind stood absolutely still. And then, without warning, it was cold, like the chill of death still permeated the air around her. It was as if icy fingers were crawling up the back of her neck.
Sango's lip quivered slightly, shrugging her shoulders up beside her neck to calm the irrational fear brought about by the unexplainable chill. Her fists clenched tighter as she fought to regain her control. This was her private time and her sore muscles ached for the warm waters. But first, she had a pest control problem that demanded her attention.
From the darkest patch of forest, the Houshi emerged his still sandaled feet hovering a few inches above the ground. "Hurt me, Sango?" he smirked broadly, drawing ever closer to her. "How will you manage that if you can't touch me?"
She stood silent, scowling at his laughing eyes. Her voice low and steady, she muttered, "Just watch me." Her fist flew with great speed at the translucent figure before her.
Much to her displeasure, the fist met with the chilled air and she continued to spin around with the force of the blow.
A beaded hand reached out to help stop her, only to pass through her midsection before she fell into an ungraceful heap on the ground. Winded and gasping sharply, she struggled to pull herself off her stomach.
"I would offer you a hand up," the Houshi smiled sheepishly, one hand scratching at the nape of his neck. "But I fear it would do little good…."
"Geh," she grunted, sitting up and leaning back onto her heels. "You're probably enjoying this."
His eyes widened.
He blinked…and then, impossibly, his eyes widened a bit more.
Brushing the dust from her palms, she looked up just in time to see him blink again. "What?" she grumbled, making little effort to mask her irritation.
His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted back into that damnable smirk that could bring the heat to rise to her cheeks, that one that made her forget how angry she was with him, no matter what he had done. Her eyes widened as she struggled to keep her embarrassment in check, her voice softened as she repeated the question. "What is it?"
"Well," he whispered, moving to stand beside her while his eyes stared back into the dark forest, the smile still tugging at his lips. "I must admit that I am enjoying the view, Sango."
Scandalized, Sango looked down. Her breast bindings had begun to unravel, revealing far more cleavage that she had intended. Not that she wanted him to see any at all, mind you. Her hands flew up to her chest, pulling her crossed arms over the steadily loosening bandages in a makeshift cover. She couldn't look at him, crimson plastered from the roots of her hair all the way down to where her arms had settled.
Livid once again, she shouted at him. "Why are you even here?"
His eyes remained forward, in an unusually respectful gesture. "It's not safe for you to be out here by yourself."
She huffed. "I can take care of myself, Houshi-sama."
"While taking a bath, Sango?" he sighed. "I'm certain you leave your weapons on the shore while you cleanse yourself."
Silent, she looked up at him, surprised to see his eyes averted.
"You didn't even bring Kirara with you."
One arm still clinging to her chest, she reached out to pick up her top. Holding it up over her chest, she faced him again. "You know very well that she hasn't regained her strength since we left the barrier. What good would it have done her to bring her along until she is well?"
"You still should have asked someone." Evenly measured tones carefully masked the weight of the anger that lie hidden in the reprimand. But his flashing lavender eyes refused to be silenced. 'Why would I have risked my life to save you just to let you throw yours away?'
Biting her lip as she turned from his eyes, she felt a little guilty for wanting some time just to herself.
His voice grew quiet, as he glided across the ground and into the woods, not bothering to look back. "Finish your bath, Sango. I will stay within shouting distance."
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Chapter 12
Sango-sama
Author's Notes: Thanks again to my reviewers. It always makes an author's day to see people enjoying their works. I have a day off tomorrow, so I decided to stay up nice and late to write for you all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Sad, isn't it? I have however, temporarily borrowed Miroku to ravag--err, I mean abuse him in this fic. ::cracks her whip:: Oh ho ho ho ho!
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"Houshi-sama!" she yelled, her hand released the thin fabric, balling up into a fist at her side. "I know you're here. Get out here so I can hurt you!"
The wind stood absolutely still. And then, without warning, it was cold, like the chill of death still permeated the air around her. It was as if icy fingers were crawling up the back of her neck.
Sango's lip quivered slightly, shrugging her shoulders up beside her neck to calm the irrational fear brought about by the unexplainable chill. Her fists clenched tighter as she fought to regain her control. This was her private time and her sore muscles ached for the warm waters. But first, she had a pest control problem that demanded her attention.
From the darkest patch of forest, the Houshi emerged his still sandaled feet hovering a few inches above the ground. "Hurt me, Sango?" he smirked broadly, drawing ever closer to her. "How will you manage that if you can't touch me?"
She stood silent, scowling at his laughing eyes. Her voice low and steady, she muttered, "Just watch me." Her fist flew with great speed at the translucent figure before her.
Much to her displeasure, the fist met with the chilled air and she continued to spin around with the force of the blow.
A beaded hand reached out to help stop her, only to pass through her midsection before she fell into an ungraceful heap on the ground. Winded and gasping sharply, she struggled to pull herself off her stomach.
"I would offer you a hand up," the Houshi smiled sheepishly, one hand scratching at the nape of his neck. "But I fear it would do little good…."
"Geh," she grunted, sitting up and leaning back onto her heels. "You're probably enjoying this."
His eyes widened.
He blinked…and then, impossibly, his eyes widened a bit more.
Brushing the dust from her palms, she looked up just in time to see him blink again. "What?" she grumbled, making little effort to mask her irritation.
His eyes narrowed and his lips twisted back into that damnable smirk that could bring the heat to rise to her cheeks, that one that made her forget how angry she was with him, no matter what he had done. Her eyes widened as she struggled to keep her embarrassment in check, her voice softened as she repeated the question. "What is it?"
"Well," he whispered, moving to stand beside her while his eyes stared back into the dark forest, the smile still tugging at his lips. "I must admit that I am enjoying the view, Sango."
Scandalized, Sango looked down. Her breast bindings had begun to unravel, revealing far more cleavage that she had intended. Not that she wanted him to see any at all, mind you. Her hands flew up to her chest, pulling her crossed arms over the steadily loosening bandages in a makeshift cover. She couldn't look at him, crimson plastered from the roots of her hair all the way down to where her arms had settled.
Livid once again, she shouted at him. "Why are you even here?"
His eyes remained forward, in an unusually respectful gesture. "It's not safe for you to be out here by yourself."
She huffed. "I can take care of myself, Houshi-sama."
"While taking a bath, Sango?" he sighed. "I'm certain you leave your weapons on the shore while you cleanse yourself."
Silent, she looked up at him, surprised to see his eyes averted.
"You didn't even bring Kirara with you."
One arm still clinging to her chest, she reached out to pick up her top. Holding it up over her chest, she faced him again. "You know very well that she hasn't regained her strength since we left the barrier. What good would it have done her to bring her along until she is well?"
"You still should have asked someone." Evenly measured tones carefully masked the weight of the anger that lie hidden in the reprimand. But his flashing lavender eyes refused to be silenced. 'Why would I have risked my life to save you just to let you throw yours away?'
Biting her lip as she turned from his eyes, she felt a little guilty for wanting some time just to herself.
His voice grew quiet, as he glided across the ground and into the woods, not bothering to look back. "Finish your bath, Sango. I will stay within shouting distance."
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