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move on shall we?
Author's Note: Sango's boyfriend Naraku is abusing her and she won't do anything about it, but when Miroku moves into their building, things start to get a little tense
I've updated the chapters a bit. Meaning the chapters with x's have been added to or fixed. I promise once I get the first parts of the story-line correct more will come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drown It Out
By: Taiji-Ya
Chapter I: 222
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
They heard the familiar screams through their walls. The usual, thumps and crashes of breaking glass. Fist on skin. But all they could do was turn their music up louder, and try to drown it out
* * *
"218...218...where the hell is 218?"
The striking young college boy found himself wandering down an apartment hallway, full of 21-somethings, but never spotting the one number he was looking for. It was his first time in the building, carrying his small amount of luggage with him as he walked. He often heard giggling behind him, but never once did the offenders show their faces. He knew he was good- looking, and he often used it to his advantage, but if only his new admirers would step out in the open he could ask them where his new home was.
"This is just great..." he muttered.
After awhile he started noticing that he was in the 220's.
"This is crazy. It's like they took out my room, because they knew I was coming." He pondered this for a bit, but his concentration was soon broken by a sound from room 222.
"I'm sorry! Naraku please! I swear we were just talking!"
Came the muffled cry, a woman's cry, form inside the room. He heard a loud thump, and a small whimper.
"I'm going to work"
A new voice, a low, gruff male's voice he took to be Naraku's came into play. It sounded closer like he was walking towards the door. His suspicions proved right when the door blew roughly open. Naraku, stepping into the hallway. He wasn't a big man, but not small either. Whether large or not, though, he looked a man not to be messed with. With long black hair and cold dark eyes, he seemed devoid of any emotion at all. All a mask, though, he decided, there was plenty of cruel hard emotion there.
The man gave him a quick glance then walked away, leaving the door open behind him.
The poor lost boy didn't want to intrude, but what he'd heard didn't sound good. He slowly crept towards the door and laid his hand on the knob, about to pull it back and look in.
"Hey. You new here?"
He nearly flew out of his skin at the sound of a young voice behind him. He spun around to see a boy of about 12 with a cheerful face and bouncy red hair.
"Yeah..." he jumped again as he heard a small click from behind him, his eyes traveled to the door that had just closed. He shook it off and looked at the boy, "Yeah. I'm a little lost. You know where room 218 is?"
"Sure!" the boy chirped, "It's down this way. We were wondering who'd be moving in there. It's a tricky place to find, they put the numbers on wrong or something. My name's Shippou by the way"
"Miroku," he stated his name while picking up his stuff and following the energetic boy who was now chattering on about living with friends and him being right across from them.
"Here we are!"
He pointed to a door marked 218, between 224 and 226 and not far from the mysterious Naraku house, 222.
"Thanks kid," Miroku pulled out his key and slipped it into the keyhole, cursing as the knob stuck. He gave it a sharp turn and slammed the door with his shoulder. It swung open and hit the wall.
"Home sweet home," he muttered.
"You want some help?" the boy grabbed his things and brought them in for him, without waiting for an answer.
"Sure," he answered anyway, while looking around.
The walls had holes in them in various places along with marks that looked strangely like foot prints. One of the windows was open and the carpet was peeling. Some places didn't even have carpet. He made his way into the kitchen and found a leaky faucet and cabinet doors about to fall off their hinges. A cockroach or two scurried past his feet. He didn't even want to see his bed room, let alone the bathroom.
"Kinda gross isn't it..." Shippou commented, as if reading Miroku's thoughts.
"Yeah, but I got it cheap," he walked back into the living room and looked around with his hands on his hips, "I've got my work cut out for me that's for sure. But I'll worry about that later. You want some cocoa, the Winter's getting mighty cold real fast, and it looks like you could use some warming up."
"Yeah sure!"
Miroku didn't dare say anything about what a draft he was going to get from the wind. Maybe if he didn't say it, it wouldn't happen. He put a pot on the stove and prayed that the water wasn't poisoned.
"So, how's life here in this rickety old place?" Miroku started up a simple conversation as he sat down at the table across from the boy. As his butt connected with the seat he crnged, waiting for it to snap under his weight, but all he received was a warning of creaking, crackling wood.
"It's ok I guess. I live just across the way with Kagome and her boyfriend Inuyasha. She's really nice to me but he's not all that pleasant of a person"
"No?" his thoughts wandered again to room 222 wondering if this bouncy little kid perhaps lived there. But then he remembered that the female voice had cried Naraku not Inuyasha. Well, in anyway he was curious about the helpful lad, "Well, most little brothers don't care for their sister's boyfriends."
The kettle started whistling and he quickly stood to shut the noisy thing up. After taking it off the stove he searched about his small amounts of food and pulled out a packet of instant cocoa. Back home he had been one of the best cooks around, having taken over after his mother died. But now he was left with a mere hot water and instant cocoa. He walked back over, setting two cups out on the table with a half full kettle between them. He didn't know why he had made so much, perhaps he was just thirsty.
"Weren't you listening earlier?!" Miroku had to jump in surprise at Shippou's sudden putburst over his cup of cocoa. He had to admit he wasn't, "She's a friend of my family's. After my ma and pa died I was allowed to live with Kagome and her ninny of a boyfriend"
Miroku snickered a bit at this, "Perhaps it's a jealousy thing then? Could it be that you've got some sort of a crush on your guardian Kagome?"
"I do not! And besides, Inuyasha'a always so over her it wouldn't matter if I did! He's got a fowl mouth and he acts like a dog. I dunno what she sees in him"
Listening to the young boy, the new inhabitant of what was beginning to seem like a rather helter skelter apartment building let it sink in that he was soon to make some friends here. His first one had been a 12 year old boy. Not that he minded. He'd always liked kids. This was promising to be an interesting accomidation.
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Author's Note: Like it so far? I love AU fics. Please e-mail me or r/r if you like it! Thanks! Next chapter is coming quick
Author's Note: Sango's boyfriend Naraku is abusing her and she won't do anything about it, but when Miroku moves into their building, things start to get a little tense
I've updated the chapters a bit. Meaning the chapters with x's have been added to or fixed. I promise once I get the first parts of the story-line correct more will come ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drown It Out
By: Taiji-Ya
Chapter I: 222
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
They heard the familiar screams through their walls. The usual, thumps and crashes of breaking glass. Fist on skin. But all they could do was turn their music up louder, and try to drown it out
* * *
"218...218...where the hell is 218?"
The striking young college boy found himself wandering down an apartment hallway, full of 21-somethings, but never spotting the one number he was looking for. It was his first time in the building, carrying his small amount of luggage with him as he walked. He often heard giggling behind him, but never once did the offenders show their faces. He knew he was good- looking, and he often used it to his advantage, but if only his new admirers would step out in the open he could ask them where his new home was.
"This is just great..." he muttered.
After awhile he started noticing that he was in the 220's.
"This is crazy. It's like they took out my room, because they knew I was coming." He pondered this for a bit, but his concentration was soon broken by a sound from room 222.
"I'm sorry! Naraku please! I swear we were just talking!"
Came the muffled cry, a woman's cry, form inside the room. He heard a loud thump, and a small whimper.
"I'm going to work"
A new voice, a low, gruff male's voice he took to be Naraku's came into play. It sounded closer like he was walking towards the door. His suspicions proved right when the door blew roughly open. Naraku, stepping into the hallway. He wasn't a big man, but not small either. Whether large or not, though, he looked a man not to be messed with. With long black hair and cold dark eyes, he seemed devoid of any emotion at all. All a mask, though, he decided, there was plenty of cruel hard emotion there.
The man gave him a quick glance then walked away, leaving the door open behind him.
The poor lost boy didn't want to intrude, but what he'd heard didn't sound good. He slowly crept towards the door and laid his hand on the knob, about to pull it back and look in.
"Hey. You new here?"
He nearly flew out of his skin at the sound of a young voice behind him. He spun around to see a boy of about 12 with a cheerful face and bouncy red hair.
"Yeah..." he jumped again as he heard a small click from behind him, his eyes traveled to the door that had just closed. He shook it off and looked at the boy, "Yeah. I'm a little lost. You know where room 218 is?"
"Sure!" the boy chirped, "It's down this way. We were wondering who'd be moving in there. It's a tricky place to find, they put the numbers on wrong or something. My name's Shippou by the way"
"Miroku," he stated his name while picking up his stuff and following the energetic boy who was now chattering on about living with friends and him being right across from them.
"Here we are!"
He pointed to a door marked 218, between 224 and 226 and not far from the mysterious Naraku house, 222.
"Thanks kid," Miroku pulled out his key and slipped it into the keyhole, cursing as the knob stuck. He gave it a sharp turn and slammed the door with his shoulder. It swung open and hit the wall.
"Home sweet home," he muttered.
"You want some help?" the boy grabbed his things and brought them in for him, without waiting for an answer.
"Sure," he answered anyway, while looking around.
The walls had holes in them in various places along with marks that looked strangely like foot prints. One of the windows was open and the carpet was peeling. Some places didn't even have carpet. He made his way into the kitchen and found a leaky faucet and cabinet doors about to fall off their hinges. A cockroach or two scurried past his feet. He didn't even want to see his bed room, let alone the bathroom.
"Kinda gross isn't it..." Shippou commented, as if reading Miroku's thoughts.
"Yeah, but I got it cheap," he walked back into the living room and looked around with his hands on his hips, "I've got my work cut out for me that's for sure. But I'll worry about that later. You want some cocoa, the Winter's getting mighty cold real fast, and it looks like you could use some warming up."
"Yeah sure!"
Miroku didn't dare say anything about what a draft he was going to get from the wind. Maybe if he didn't say it, it wouldn't happen. He put a pot on the stove and prayed that the water wasn't poisoned.
"So, how's life here in this rickety old place?" Miroku started up a simple conversation as he sat down at the table across from the boy. As his butt connected with the seat he crnged, waiting for it to snap under his weight, but all he received was a warning of creaking, crackling wood.
"It's ok I guess. I live just across the way with Kagome and her boyfriend Inuyasha. She's really nice to me but he's not all that pleasant of a person"
"No?" his thoughts wandered again to room 222 wondering if this bouncy little kid perhaps lived there. But then he remembered that the female voice had cried Naraku not Inuyasha. Well, in anyway he was curious about the helpful lad, "Well, most little brothers don't care for their sister's boyfriends."
The kettle started whistling and he quickly stood to shut the noisy thing up. After taking it off the stove he searched about his small amounts of food and pulled out a packet of instant cocoa. Back home he had been one of the best cooks around, having taken over after his mother died. But now he was left with a mere hot water and instant cocoa. He walked back over, setting two cups out on the table with a half full kettle between them. He didn't know why he had made so much, perhaps he was just thirsty.
"Weren't you listening earlier?!" Miroku had to jump in surprise at Shippou's sudden putburst over his cup of cocoa. He had to admit he wasn't, "She's a friend of my family's. After my ma and pa died I was allowed to live with Kagome and her ninny of a boyfriend"
Miroku snickered a bit at this, "Perhaps it's a jealousy thing then? Could it be that you've got some sort of a crush on your guardian Kagome?"
"I do not! And besides, Inuyasha'a always so over her it wouldn't matter if I did! He's got a fowl mouth and he acts like a dog. I dunno what she sees in him"
Listening to the young boy, the new inhabitant of what was beginning to seem like a rather helter skelter apartment building let it sink in that he was soon to make some friends here. His first one had been a 12 year old boy. Not that he minded. He'd always liked kids. This was promising to be an interesting accomidation.
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Author's Note: Like it so far? I love AU fics. Please e-mail me or r/r if you like it! Thanks! Next chapter is coming quick