A/N: Okay! ^_^; I'm glad my story is at least a minor success… In my mind, anyhow! Well, here's chappy numbah five, and I hope you enjoy! Gomen for the delay, guys, I was busy writing a collaborative story with my sibs (The Lion King: Inu-Yasha Style! Check it out on author name: CloudStryfe!). BTW, I've forgotten to post this on all but the first chapter, but I hope you won't penalize me for it!:

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Goaku: The Five Deadly Sins of Buddhism

By Aiko

Go- A Close Call and an Unexpected Visit

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Miroku thrust his hands in his pockets as he leisurely strolled into the large building marked, 'Boujo Dojo'. He sighed slightly, reflecting on Sango's story. It was strange but, somehow, it felt like the fates had put the three together, to work on this case for a reason. He smirked to himself. Maybe he'd use that thought to his advantage with Sango…

When he finally reached the entrance of the towering structure, the door swung open of its own accord. He stepped in warily.

It was dim inside; he could barely see a centimeter ahead of him. The place seemed to be lit by dying candles. It was relatively empty and spacious inside. Miroku ventured deeper inside.

"May I help you?" a monotone voice inquired. It sounded like the voice of a teenager, no older than the age of sixteen. The owner of the voice stepped forward.

Indeed, it was a sixteen-year-old. He was about 5'5", and he was pale and lanky. His dark coffee hair was longer than Miroku's, yet shorter than Inu-Yasha's, and was held up in a high ponytail. His face held a blank, stoic expression, his eyes vacant and cold. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt, and black pants. For one reason or another, he had on green knee and elbow pads. 'Must be his uniform,' Miroku rationalized. His face looked strangely familiar. He looked just like…

"Sir?" The boy's voice snapped Miroku out of his daze.

"Huh? Oh yes. I'd like to talk to you're manager, please." He couldn't really figure out why, but this place made him feel very uneasy.

The young man shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not possible. The Master is very busy at the mo---"

"No, it is okay. Step down, my disciple; allow him to see me." A dark, ominous voice came forth from the dark.

'Master, disciple?!' Miroku thought, 'Is this some sort of cult or something?'

The 'pupil' escorted Miroku deeper into the darkness, toward the source of the terrifying voice. He lit a candle, and the area illuminated, just enough for him to see the owner of the dojo.

He was pale and sickly, and his long, greasy black hair tumbled down his back in messy tangles. He wore a formal blue kimono, and he sat cross-legged on the floor. His eyes narrowed at the sudden light that filled the room, though modest it appeared, and seemingly pierced through Miroku's soul. He looked up.

"Ah yes, Mr. Bouzu," the man said. His voice seemed to creep out of his mouth and crawl over every inch of Miroku's person, causing him to shiver inwardly. "We've been expecting you…"

A name came to Miroku's mind, and immediately shot out of his mouth. "Na…ra…ku?" He put his hand to his mouth in confusion.

Naraku's face creased into a twisted smile. "Yes…so you DO know me? Ha…Just as I would've suspected…" His words confused the detective. "Kohaku," he ordered.

After the name had been spoken, the door shut with a slam, and a lock could be heard twisting. Miroku took a defensive stance, his eyes darting from Kohaku to Naraku. 'That boy is...Sango's brother?!' he thought.

Before he could completely process this thought, he was pinned up against the wall by Naraku. He could figure out how, but the man had him by the neck in barely half a second. Miroku squirmed to free himself.

"Quickly, now," Naraku said in a calm, yet menacing voice, "Kohaku, it must be done within the time limit."

Kohaku walked over to the struggling man and his captor with that same unfeeling disposition. He fumbled through his pockets, searching for something. "Master, I…I can't find it."

Naraku's tone changed dramatically. His usual cool and calm demeanor vanished as the information was given to him. His voice was now urgent and worried, as he diverted his attention to his lackey. "What?!"

Miroku knew that this was his key chance; the grip on his neck had loosened. He delivered a swift punch to Naraku's stomach, causing him to stumble back in pain. His heart pounded, his mind raced. He HAD to get to that door.

He began to sprint towards the door; the meager light that fed in was his only salvation. As he grew closer, everything seemed to be as if it was going to turn it out all right. The thought had barely begun to sink into his brain when he felt a sharp pain in his calf. He turned to see the source of the unbearable pain.

Embedded in his leg was a blade of some sort. On the blunt end of it was a chain. 'A…chain sickle?' Miroku thought, 'Those haven't been around since Sengoku Jidai!' He bit his lip as blood began to seep from the wound. He looked up.

Kohaku violently wrenched the weapon from the depths of the detective's leg. "Damn. I was going for the heart," he said in the same monotone manner, as the blade returned to his hand, its master, "Next time, I won't miss my target!" And with that, he pulled his hand back, poised to release it.

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Sango sat in the car, staring blankly ahead. Her hands ran over the smooth surface of the knife, and she let out a deep, quavering sigh. "K-Kohaku…why?" She shook her head, tears on the verge of falling disappeared. "No! I WON'T cry for you! You killed them!" And on that note, she drove off to the Boujo Dojo to pick up the Miroku.

After hastily driving down the street, zooming past all the people and places that lead to it, she finally came to her destination. She sat back in the driver's seat and sighed once more. She closed her eyes and tilted her head upward, waiting for the lecher to return.

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Meanwhile, Kagome, Shippou, and Inu-Yasha still sat in the quiet office. All of a sudden, the young woman shivered.

Inu-Yasha looked to her. "Are you cold, Kagome?"

Kagome shook her head. "No. I just…felt something. Like…something bad is going to happen."

Inu-Yasha smiled warmly at her. "I'm sure it's nothing." Kagome nodded in agreement. The man began to shuffle through some papers on his desk. "Damn…" he mumbled.

Shippou smirked. "Ooo…Mr. High-and-Mighty said a naughty word!"

Inu-Yasha scowled at the little boy who was far wiser than his years. "Shut up."

Kagome tilted her head to the side in curiosity. "What's the matter, Inu-Yasha?"

The detective sighed, gathering his things. "I have to go see Sesshoumaru, and since it's his day off, I guess I have to go to his house." Inu-Yasha looked quite angry with this.

Kagome smiled slightly. "He's really that bad, huh? I'll go along with you, if you don't mind." Her face was of some comfort to the disgruntled detective.

He looked up at her, his eyes soft and grateful. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Shippou made a nauseous face as the two adults headed out. "Yech," he said to himself, "mushy stuff."

Kagome, standing outside the door, called to the boy as if she had known him all her life. "C'mon Shippou. Unless you wanna be left behind."

'That's weird,' Shippou thought. 'Somehow, some way, I feel like she's been with me all along.' He shrugged off the sudden thought and scampered out of the room.

And the three were off into the depths of the city, on the greatest adventure of a lifetime.

Well, sort of.

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"AAAAAAGGHH!" Miroku cried out in anguish, as the chain sickle plunged into his flesh once more. He bit his lip and clutched his profusely bleeding arm as Kohaku heaved it out.

"Hmm…A strong one, are you? You keep dodging my attacks. No need to worry, though. All the blood you have lost will soon factor in, and I shall be the victor." Yet again, he released the blade from his grasp expertly.

The wounded investigator's vision blurred, and his head swam as he almost began to believe Kohaku's words. With all the strength he could possibly muster, he pulled his body out of the trail of the weapon. His calculations had been correct; his moving from that spot at that precise moment caused the sickle to shattered the glass of the door. His chance to escape was now.

He breathed in deeply as the homicidal teenager retrieved his blade. Miroku ran, dragging his useless leg behind him, and threw himself at the remaining glass in the door. The force was just enough to let him out. He was now lying on the ground, glass shards piercing his skin. He winced. 'No!' he commanded himself. 'I need to get away!'

Kohaku strode through the door nonchalantly and raised his weapon. Miroku clawed at the ground, pulling himself away inch by inch. He clung to every second as if each were its own lifetime. The boy drew ever closer, ensuring his demise. The man's head grew less and less clear with each passing moment, and he closed his eyes, waiting for death, in all its certainty, to fall upon him.

Suddenly, a voice, like that of an angel's, came from above him. "Don't make the slightest move, or I'll shoot." The click of a gun was heard, readying to be shot.

'Huh?' Miroku thought. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting in the high noon sun. All he could see was a woman's silhouette against the bright light. Only one name came to mind. Sango.

Kohaku's cold unfeeling eyes changed for an unnoticeable instant. He turned to her.

Sango faltered somewhat. Her hand holding the gun shook a little, so she steadied it with her other one. "D-don't think I won't do it, Kohaku." Her already squinted eyes narrowed at her disowned brother.

The programmed child didn't say a thing and dropped the sickle blade on the concrete ground with a sound clatter. He then turned around and ran inside, disappearing into the enveloping darkness of the dojo.

Sango's eyes followed him. She fought back the hot, angry tears.

The anthropologist holstered her gun and ran to the incapacitated Miroku. She knelt by him. "Miroku…" she murmured. She hauled his upper body onto her lap, and pushed his sweaty bangs from his face.

He looked up at her, a weak smirk tugging a corner of his dry lips. "W-what? You did…actually think…I wouldn't make…d-did ya?" He chuckled a little and coughed, flinching a bit in pain.

Sango shook her head, smiling gently. "Shhh…don't talk. You've lost a lot of blood." With that remark, she ripped a piece of fabric off her sleeve and wiped some blood off his forehead.

Miroku's smirk turned into a full-blown grin. "Thanks." He shifted a little, laughing and wincing. "I…knew you liked me." As he finished his sentence, he passed out. The blood loss seemed to have been too much for him.

Sango's brows furrowed with worry as she pulled her cell phone from her back pocket, happy that it was there.

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Inu-Yasha walked up to the high-class mansion with a sigh. Putting up with his brother at work was enough; why did he have to do it now? Kagome and Shippou were behind him, discussing their relation to Inu-Yasha. He slowed to a stop.

Kagome noticed this. "Are we here?" She examined the tall, fancy door. 'Ooolala…' she thought. While she was in mid-thought, Inu-Yasha pushed the doorbell and a small ringing noise was produced.

The trio waited by the door for about five minutes. Shippou hopped up and down impatiently. "Damn it! Where the hell is he?!"

Those last words had not left Shippou's lips for a whole second before the door swung open. A shirtless Sesshoumaru stood in the doorway, looking mildly agitated. His hand supported his weight against the door's frame. He drummed his fingers rhythmically upon it. "Is there something you need, Inu-Yasha?"

Inu-Yasha scoffed, crossing his arms and looking away. "Ha! As if I'd need anything from YOU!"

"All right…" Sesshoumaru began to pull the door shut.

Just before he could completely close it, Kagome stuck her head in the crack. "Heh, I'm sorry, Mr. Sesshoumaru, sir, but what your brother here meant was he needs an extension on his case."

Sesshoumaru smirked slightly, opening the door to see his brother with eyes full of surprise. "Kagome!" Inu-Yasha said indignantly.

His effeminate brother spoke over his sibling. "Why don't you come in and EXPLAIN why I should let you have this extension, hmm?"

Kagome bowed in thanks. "Thank you, sir. C'mon, Shippou." The two stepped inside.

"Humph!" Inu-Yasha said huffily. He entered, his arms still crossed.

As he crossed the threshold, it was as if he had entered an alternate universe. The inside was as opulent as the outside, and it was HUGE. The whole downstairs couldn't even be seen from where he stood. Servants, butlers, and maids bustled busily through the endless halls.

Kagome spoke the only word that could explain his amazement: "Wow."

Sesshoumaru took a seat on an elegant and comfortable chair. "Well, brother. Get to explaining. Sit, boy." He smirked. You see, for one reason or another, he had always insulted Inu-Yasha as a child by calling him a dog.

"I'd prefer standing, thank you very much." His eyes shot daggers at his arrogant sibling.

Kagome had already sat down and patted the seat next to her, mouthing: "Sit," to the detective.

As if pulled by some unseen force, he suddenly found himself sitting by Kagome. He looked to his brother.

The well-to-do administrating director snapped as if an idea had come to him. "Ah! You must be terribly thirsty!"

Kagome shook her head. "No, we're fine."

Sesshoumaru simply wouldn't take no for an answer. "Oh, don't be silly. I'll just call Jaken, my manservant. He'll get us some drinks."

Inu-Yasha sneered, and mumbled under his breath, "I'm sure that's not all he'll do for you, Sesshoumaru."

Sesshoumaru shot his brother a glare. "What was that?"

Inu-Yasha looked innocently at his accusing sibling. "Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

The intimidating man replied in a very menacing voice, "Good." He called out for his manservant. "Jaken!"

Within a few moments of being called, a creature-like man seemingly slithered up to his employer. "Yessss m'lord?"

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. "Jaken, I told you not to call me that."

Jaken responded by hanging his head in disappointment. "Aye m—I mean sir. Is there anything I can get you and your visitorsss?" He spoke like a snake and looked like an amphibian.

Kagome shook her head, as did Inu-Yasha.

"Something hard," Shippou piped, but instantly received a cuff to the head, courtesy of Inu-Yasha. "Nevermind."

Sesshoumaru flicked his long, silken hair. "Hmmm…get me whatever's left in the bar."

Jaken nodded. "Aye." He slinked off to retrieve it.

The bishounen rubbed his temples. "It's impossible to find adequate help these days," he looked up at Inu-Yasha, "Now, where were w…"

"FLUFFY!!!!" The front door swung open, and a child's voice rang throughout the halls of the mansion. A few moments later, a face was matched to the sound. A girl of about thirteen jogged into the house, threw her backpack down, and flew into Sesshoumaru's arms, hugging him. Her pretty face had a huge grin plastered onto it. Her short black hair was a tattered mess. She laughed slightly. "Fluffy! I'm home! Didya miss me?"

Sesshoumaru's usual cold expression melted, as a smile came over his face. "Why, of course I did, Rin!" He smoothed her hair around her face and patted her head. "You've got homework, haven't you? You should get right to it. I've got a little business to attend to."

Rin smiled and nodded. "Okay! See ya!" She gave him a quick, daughterly peck on the cheek, grabbed her backpack, and ran upstairs.

As soon as the girl was out of hearing range, Inu-Yasha could no longer hold in his laughter. He burst out, clutching his stomach. "Fluffy…FLUFFY?! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

Sesshoumaru's appearance hardened to its original form. "Well, do you want to extension or not?"

Inu-Yasha stopped his laughter abruptly. "Huh? Did you just say what I think you said?"

Sesshoumaru's eyes were serious. "Well, do you?"

His brother stammered, "Y-yes…" He cleared his throat. "I, uh, believe we'll be leaving now. It was…um…nice seeing you." He rose from the couch, followed by Kagome and Shippou. He told the two to go ahead of him, and they did.

 "Hey, Sesshoumaru," he said to his brother, who was heading up the stairs.

"Yes?" Sesshoumaru replied, growing slightly annoyed.

"Who is that little girl?" Ever since she had entered, short as the time was, he had been curious as to whom she was.

Sesshoumaru said matter-of-factly, "She's my daughter. I adopted her a while back. She really is my reason for living." He finished with a rare warm smile, and walked up the sweeping steps. "I'm coming, Rin!"

Inu-Yasha smiled to himself, closing the large, heavy door behind him. Though he had never considered his brother a "people-person" he really did seem totally different in that fleeting moment.

"Let's go, Kagome, Shippou," he said, still deep in thought, as he started towards his car.

'Maybe, just maybe,' Inu-Yasha thought, 'he's not that bad.'

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"Take off your pants."

Sango was still kneeling by Miroku's side on the sun-kissed concrete. She had called the ambulance, but since the dojo was out of the way, she was trying her best to help him. He had long since woken up, but he was still a tad drowsy.

"Oh, Sango, I knew you wanted me." Miroku flashed her a weak smile.

Sango shook her head. "No, you idiot," the softness and tenderness of her voice clashed with the harshness of her words, "I can't dress the wounds unless you do. Believe me, this will be no picnic for me."

"Yeah yeah…whatever you say, Sango my darling," he said, wincing slightly. And for once, Sango didn't mind him calling her that.

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A/N: YAY! Another chapter written! Yes, I admit, this was a little rushed, and of poor quality. But it had some funny parts in it! u.u;; I'm sorta ashamed that this wasn't up to standards. Criticisms will be accepted with open arms, but flames will start forest fires and kill all the poor little innocent furry animals. And you don't really want that, do you? O.o; I'm weird!

Ja, minna-san!

Aiko