Disclaimer: -sigh- still not mine
Author's Note: Chapter III finally up! Sorry to keep you all in suspense, And thank you for the reviews! I'm working on the whole Sango being weak thing; I realized it after I had already posted the first two chapters, anyway! On with the...story...!
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Drown It Out
By: Taiji-Ya
Chapter III: As It Should Be-x
Dark had started to fall on the poor little apartment building, but in the misplaced room 218, darkness seemed very far away. Laughter spilled from every crack, with enough warmth and light to go around.
"...I swear! It was like having a second head that's always nagging about where I've been. And it's not like she didn't know, I couldn't go anywhere without her."
"And that's what? Girlfriend number..."
Kagome and Shippou watched, delighted as Miroku and Sango laughed and joked like old friends. It had been a long time since Kagome had seen her this happy. She'd been with Naraku for so long that Kagome had forgotten how Sango laughed. It sounded good.
"...I ran!"
"You ran?!"
Sango was nearly choking from the effort of trying to drink her cocoa, while at the same time making comments and laughing at Miroku's story. Kagome saw a connection between the two, and that sparked a plot in her twisted little mind. Shippou looked at her questioningly, noticing the grin that had spread across her face. She simply shook her head and continued to watch the two. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl that had cried herself to sleep at night. Kagome knew, her apartment was right next to hers.
"So..." Miroku took a deep breath, exhausted from laughing and story-telling, "What's your history on boyfriends Sango?"
Both Kagome and Sango's heads snapped up, staring at Miroku. His grin remained but Sango's was gone. Lost inside herself once again.
"I have to go..." she murmured and quickly scurried towards the door.
"What is your problem?!" Kagome smacked Miroku hard on the arm.
Miroku opened his mouth to defend himself but was cut off by a small squeak of terror from the hall. He rushed to the door, faster than Kagome or Shippou could even register what was going on.
"I can explain! Please, I swear I can!"
"Hey!" Miroku's shout, entwined itself with Sango's scream as Naraku's hand connected with her face.
Naraku glowered at the girl, curled up on the ground, Kagome and Shippou at her side, then turned his gaze apon the new offender. He sneered, practically growling as he rubbed his hand.
"Wench has a hard face. Good bone-structure. What it should be"
He was delicate looking. But past his outward appearance Miroku saw something that sent a chill down his spine and stopped his words in his throat.
"There's a lot of things about that are just as they should be," he continued, pacing around her, like a cat guarding it's prey, "Her dark hair accents her soft skin rather well, and her eyes always match her clothes. I make sure of that. But of course the most obvious thing, is that she is with me. Right where she should be"
Miroku could tell these words were meant as a threat, but before he could react to them, a weight was thrown against his body, pinning him to the wall. Claw-like hands about his throat. Eyes now staring strait into his. Cold dark eyes. Kagome gasped, holding Sango in her arms.
"But, if I am to come home and she's not where she should be," his dark eyes darted to Miroku's apartment door, then switched back into the painful glare, right into Miroku's eyes, "Then you might just end up not how you should be"
"Naraku stop it!" All heads snapped up to stare at Sango who had pulled herself from Kagome's arms and was now sitting rubbing her red cheek, "He has nothing to do with this! I went in willingly! You leave him alone!"
Kagome sat behind her, with Shippou leaning over her shoulder, a small hand to her mouth. She hadn't heard Sango talk to Naraku like that since they first started going out. And by the look on his face he hadn't either. She quickly grabbed her arm to hold her back but she stood up and made her way over, standing beside him and the pinned Miroku. He slowly let go of him and turned to face her, staring down into her eyes. He was considerably taller than her and quite a bit more menacing like a beast about to pounce.
"I'm only protecting what's rightfully mine," at those words he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a deep, point making kiss. She struggled against him and quickly looked away when he pulled back. With one last glance at Miroku he smirked and walked back into his apartment with the shame faced Sango at his side.
Breathing deeply Miroku leaned against the wall watching them leave. Kagome looked at him sadly, feeling as though it were all her fault, but unable to get any words out she simply watched him with Shippou behind her. Miroku's breathing grew heavier still until he quickly turned and slammed a fist hard against the wall. With his forehead pressed against it he sighed.
"How long as she been going out with him...?" he asked quietly.
"A-a good two or three years now"
Miroku nodded and silently slid over to his door. He grabbed the doorknob that stuck once again. He slammed his shoulder into it in frustration causing it to swing open hard, denting the wall behind it.
"Tell Sango I'm sorry I got her that mess...I was stupid..."
"I will..." Kagome watched him walk into his apartment, closing the door behind him and sighed.
"Kagome?"
"Yes Shippou?
"Why does Sango-chan let him do that?"
"I don't know Shippou...I really don't know...
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Author's Note: Sweet little Shippou. Anyone hate Naraku yet?! Well, now I get to mess with your heads a little, hehe. I've already got the ending figured out, now I just gotta write the rest. Next chapter coming soon! Please e-mail me or R/R
Author's Note: Chapter III finally up! Sorry to keep you all in suspense, And thank you for the reviews! I'm working on the whole Sango being weak thing; I realized it after I had already posted the first two chapters, anyway! On with the...story...!
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Drown It Out
By: Taiji-Ya
Chapter III: As It Should Be-x
Dark had started to fall on the poor little apartment building, but in the misplaced room 218, darkness seemed very far away. Laughter spilled from every crack, with enough warmth and light to go around.
"...I swear! It was like having a second head that's always nagging about where I've been. And it's not like she didn't know, I couldn't go anywhere without her."
"And that's what? Girlfriend number..."
Kagome and Shippou watched, delighted as Miroku and Sango laughed and joked like old friends. It had been a long time since Kagome had seen her this happy. She'd been with Naraku for so long that Kagome had forgotten how Sango laughed. It sounded good.
"...I ran!"
"You ran?!"
Sango was nearly choking from the effort of trying to drink her cocoa, while at the same time making comments and laughing at Miroku's story. Kagome saw a connection between the two, and that sparked a plot in her twisted little mind. Shippou looked at her questioningly, noticing the grin that had spread across her face. She simply shook her head and continued to watch the two. It was hard to believe that this was the same girl that had cried herself to sleep at night. Kagome knew, her apartment was right next to hers.
"So..." Miroku took a deep breath, exhausted from laughing and story-telling, "What's your history on boyfriends Sango?"
Both Kagome and Sango's heads snapped up, staring at Miroku. His grin remained but Sango's was gone. Lost inside herself once again.
"I have to go..." she murmured and quickly scurried towards the door.
"What is your problem?!" Kagome smacked Miroku hard on the arm.
Miroku opened his mouth to defend himself but was cut off by a small squeak of terror from the hall. He rushed to the door, faster than Kagome or Shippou could even register what was going on.
"I can explain! Please, I swear I can!"
"Hey!" Miroku's shout, entwined itself with Sango's scream as Naraku's hand connected with her face.
Naraku glowered at the girl, curled up on the ground, Kagome and Shippou at her side, then turned his gaze apon the new offender. He sneered, practically growling as he rubbed his hand.
"Wench has a hard face. Good bone-structure. What it should be"
He was delicate looking. But past his outward appearance Miroku saw something that sent a chill down his spine and stopped his words in his throat.
"There's a lot of things about that are just as they should be," he continued, pacing around her, like a cat guarding it's prey, "Her dark hair accents her soft skin rather well, and her eyes always match her clothes. I make sure of that. But of course the most obvious thing, is that she is with me. Right where she should be"
Miroku could tell these words were meant as a threat, but before he could react to them, a weight was thrown against his body, pinning him to the wall. Claw-like hands about his throat. Eyes now staring strait into his. Cold dark eyes. Kagome gasped, holding Sango in her arms.
"But, if I am to come home and she's not where she should be," his dark eyes darted to Miroku's apartment door, then switched back into the painful glare, right into Miroku's eyes, "Then you might just end up not how you should be"
"Naraku stop it!" All heads snapped up to stare at Sango who had pulled herself from Kagome's arms and was now sitting rubbing her red cheek, "He has nothing to do with this! I went in willingly! You leave him alone!"
Kagome sat behind her, with Shippou leaning over her shoulder, a small hand to her mouth. She hadn't heard Sango talk to Naraku like that since they first started going out. And by the look on his face he hadn't either. She quickly grabbed her arm to hold her back but she stood up and made her way over, standing beside him and the pinned Miroku. He slowly let go of him and turned to face her, staring down into her eyes. He was considerably taller than her and quite a bit more menacing like a beast about to pounce.
"I'm only protecting what's rightfully mine," at those words he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a deep, point making kiss. She struggled against him and quickly looked away when he pulled back. With one last glance at Miroku he smirked and walked back into his apartment with the shame faced Sango at his side.
Breathing deeply Miroku leaned against the wall watching them leave. Kagome looked at him sadly, feeling as though it were all her fault, but unable to get any words out she simply watched him with Shippou behind her. Miroku's breathing grew heavier still until he quickly turned and slammed a fist hard against the wall. With his forehead pressed against it he sighed.
"How long as she been going out with him...?" he asked quietly.
"A-a good two or three years now"
Miroku nodded and silently slid over to his door. He grabbed the doorknob that stuck once again. He slammed his shoulder into it in frustration causing it to swing open hard, denting the wall behind it.
"Tell Sango I'm sorry I got her that mess...I was stupid..."
"I will..." Kagome watched him walk into his apartment, closing the door behind him and sighed.
"Kagome?"
"Yes Shippou?
"Why does Sango-chan let him do that?"
"I don't know Shippou...I really don't know...
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Author's Note: Sweet little Shippou. Anyone hate Naraku yet?! Well, now I get to mess with your heads a little, hehe. I've already got the ending figured out, now I just gotta write the rest. Next chapter coming soon! Please e-mail me or R/R