Author's Rant:
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
I thank again those who reviewed. You don't know how much it means to me! *sobs*
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Hehehe... *evil grin* You know, I just can't ignore writing this fic even if I'm still in the process of writing essays, stories and poems for the award giving body that I mentioned before. Well, gomen ne, but this chapter might be crappier than ever. I haven't really had a very good draft of this chap, but I guess this will do for the moment. I hope you accept what I am offering in this installment, and an advance gomen for all the grave errors I might be committing here - wrong grammar, misspelled words, etc. - I'm typing it currently as a taboo, my mom's keeping an eye on me if I'm really doing my "supposed task". A H-U-G-E gomen!!!
Thanks again to those who reviewed the previous chappie! And as for the q's... Higurashi Kagome, arigato for that! And I am 16 years old, I just turned 16 last April 2. My twin's ten minutes older than I am, and we really look alike. The only difference is that she's got the smaller eyes, and a mole on the nape. To gene-kitty, I think so too, it is confusing. But hopefully it'll be clearer after I finish with the extra curriculars I'm having. And gambatte with your Nihon learning pursuit! Tamababymiko-chan, you know I wouldn't really be that MORBID to tear Sango and Miroku apart! I'd tear them, but I'd tear myself more! ~Heather~, yes, I can still remember Botan... I think she's even cuter than Yukina and Keiko combined... And I remember Syaoran *cheeks get flushed* likes peonies... So I decided to use the flower anyway. Hehe! ~-^; Nonsequitur... I really like how you correct all the errors I've committed... You are one true critique! *cheers* And yes, I think translations tend to exaggerate the true dialogues. Someone even told me that I am a bad Japanese speaker because I use inappropriate words... But that's because I depend on my dictionary here, which somehow gives me the "true" meanings of Japanese words and Phrases. I do hope I'd do justice this time.
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Nine: Qu
Miroku entered a deserted house. Funny, he should have been looking for Sango at this time, but there was something... some strange feeling that he sensed and drew him to the house. And here he is now, prying through things that were left untouched for what seems like almost a decade.
He walked further into the house, Kirara trailing him. He stopped as he saw a ningyo sitting on what is supposed to be a chair for it. Slightly dusting it off, he picked it up.
Attached to the ningyo were black tendrils that reach through the middle of the back, and a string was tied on it, from the right shoulder to the left side.
"This ningyo seems to be well taken care of, why do you think the owner had left this, Kirara?" Miroku held out the ningyo to Kirara, who merely purred in reply.
Miroku chuckled. "I guess you think the same as I do."
As he set the ningyo back on the table a sudden gust of wind went through the almost shut house. Kirara growled violently as Miroku hit his shakujo on the floor, the rings on his staff clinking, while holding an ofuda on his cursed hand.
"It's coming..." Miroku whispered, and Kirara growled even more.
Out of nowhere a tall man appeared, with black hair braided behind him, dressed in a blue hakama, his purple eyes glazed with fury. He held the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe.
"Irashii, Miroku." The man said.
Miroku's eyes scanned the man's features as he realized something. 'This man... He looks... Exactly like me...'
"Toya-san!" Sango shouted as she recognized the prince, who seemed to have helped her earlier.
"Sango! Sango-hime!" Toya pulled Sango into his arms lovingly. "Oh you don't know how much I missed you! It's been ten long years!"
Sango smiled hesitantly. "Ten years?"
Toya pulled away, looking at her questioningly. "Have you forgotten, Sango? It's been ten years since we last saw each other, and you never came back to our kingdom..."
"Oh, yes." She nodded.
"I really missed you!" Toya buried her again in his embrace.
Sango smiled, this time, a genuine one.
Her smile faded when she heard a slashing sound, and a feeling of blood dripping from her back made her pull away.
And what was in front of her now was not her childhood friend, but someone else. His amethyst eyes were narrowed mischievously, his lips wearing an evil grin as it slowly evolved into a diabolical laugh.
Sango felt her world dimming fast. She could hear his evil chuckle. "Now, Sango, you DIE!!!" He shouted.
Sango's eyes were about to shut tight as she recognized who was in front of her. And before losing consciousness, she managed to speak. "Ho... Houshi-sa... ma... Dou... Doushi... te...?"
"Who are you?" Miroku asked the stranger in front of him.
The man laughed, an irritating one. "Watashi wa..." He trailed off as he snapped his finger. "...Toya des."
A few seconds after the snapping sound, a mist appeared beside him and took the form of a woman. After a few seconds, the woman was recognizable.
Miroku felt his world crash as he saw what... who seemed to be a... ghost. His mouth went dry, but he still spoke. "...Sango...?"
Toya grinned. "Sango. My dear, dear Sango. Look at the man before you. That man... The bouzou... The one you call "Houshi-sama"... The person who killed you."
Sango's aura changed into a fighting one - one of fury and angst. She charged at Miroku, who at that time was too shocked to move. Her Hiraikotsu on her right hand, Sango slashed and the humungous boomerang hit Miroku's side.
Miroku flew towards the far end of the room, crashing into the table and taking it with him to the wall, such power this taiji-ya possess. "How... Sango-sama... What happened...?" He tried to talk to her, but the anger smoldering in her translucent orbs took hold of his thoughts. 'Sango... Dead... Masaka...It can't... be...'
Toya found himself a large chair to sit on, as he watched with glee what was happening before him. This was how things were meant to be... The Houshi slaughtered, and the taiji-ya his... eien ni.
Miroku struggled to stand, as Kirara ran to his side, ready to save him from a lunging spirit. Kirara growled at her mistress.
The spirit aimed her Hiraikotsu at Kirara, but she did not move. Sango then threw the weapon on her pet, which went through the cat's body.
Miroku stared wide-eyed as it registered in his mind. The boomerang... It did not even hurt Kirara! What.... What did just happen there?
Toya, who had the same reaction as Miroku's, was angered by what has happened. "Sango, dear, never mind that fur ball, kill that darn monk!" His eyes glowed an eerie shade of green.
At the same time, Sango's eyes glimmered, the same as Toya's.
Recovering, Miroku stood up. "Daijobu, Kirara?"
Kirara growled once again at Sango.
'Why would Kirara growl at Sango?'
'Is it possible...?'
'Could it be... that... this is not she?'
Miroku dodged the Hiraikotsu with his shakujo, and it finally hit him. 'That's it!'
He prepared for another bout with Sango, who seemed to think ahead of him as she again charged towards him. Then he threw the ofuda on Sango.
The ofuda flew and stuck on Sango's chest. He then closed his eyes and chanted. [Gomen, I don't know any chant of Buddhists yet. Demo if I find one, rest assured that I will be replacing the text of this chapter. Gomen again!] Opening his eyes, he shouted. "The real Sango, come out!"
In a flash of light, something glowed from Sango's chest, apparently from her heart, and the ball of light slowly crept up from the chest to her throat, and out from her mouth.
The supposed ghost disseminated and the ball of light, after settling on the floor, gave way to a crouching Sango. The real Sango.
Enraged, Toya threw a dagger towards Miroku. "Kyarou! How...?"
Miroku easily evaded the attack. "Simple. You made me believe that she was dead, so her attack hit me. Kirara, on the other hand, didn't believe that her mistress had died. So her blow just went through the feline's body." He then rushed to Sango's side. "Sango, daijobu ka?"
Sango smiled weakly. "Un, daijobu... Arigato, Houshi-sa-"
Her speech was cut off when she felt an aching sensation on her back. And something entering her body.
Her eyes dilated, and her body trembled and she lost consciousness.
Miroku caught her in time before landing on the floor. He held her, and realized that she had a very large wound on her back. The blood on his left hand told him so. He shot a glare on Toya. "What did you do to her?"
Toya answered defensively. "Oh no, I haven't done anything. Maybe YOU did."
Miroku had a perplexed look on his face. "What the hell are you saying?"
"Ask her yourself." And with that Toya disappeared.
"Sango..." Miroku carried her and ran out of the house. After going through the exit, Kirara transformed into the youkai and offered her back to Miroku.
"Kirara, arigato." He rode on her back, still cradling Sango in his arms, as they flew above the ground and towards Kaede's house. His right hand held Sango's left hand, while his left gripped tighter on Kirara's mane. "Hayaku, Kirara. We have to get her to Kaede in time." The cat sped up. 'Buddha, onegai, let her be all right...'
Vocabulary:
Ningyo - doll
Hakama - think of Kikyo's dress and leave the description to your mind
Irashii - welcome
Doushite - Why
Watashi wa... des - I am... [put the name here] Somehow this is formal because I think it would be inappropriate to use modern Nihonggo in a feudal story
Bouzou - monk
Masaka - impossible
Eien ni - for all eternity
Daijobu - all right, which most likely would be meaning 'are you all right'
Ka - you, in a very casual way
Kyarou - damn you, something like that
Hayaku - faster, which most likely would have been the contraction of 'hayai suru'
Kaede - actually, it means maple, or autumn leaves
Author's Rant:
There you have it, chapter nine. Pity me for my writing; I was still absorbed in the story I was writing for the contest. I really don't write violence. And I think there were misspelled and there were incorrect grammar hanging around somewhere in the fic... Gomen nasai for all those! And yes, I know the story's getting a bit confusing [if not a bit, a lot] but I hope things will clear out on the next chappie. Please, don't forget to review, and tell me what you think. Should I change my paradigm? Am I getting too twisted here? Or am I still doing justice on this story? Tell me! I desperately need to know! ^-^;
Well, then. Ja, minna!
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! Konnichiwa! I just decided to try out this pairing, since my stupid twin was insisting I do something of this pairing. Hai, minna. This is Sango and Miroku. Of course, I find them really cute together! I think they are meant for each other! But... As far as I am concerned, I haven't tried anything of this. Since I was bored to death waiting for reviews from my other story "Three to Tango", which my idiotic twin posted in the Inu-Yasha category, not the Slam Dunk [I got her tied up for that!] I decided to give in to her desires - I SHOULD write an S/M fic. Please take this easy on me!
I thank again those who reviewed. You don't know how much it means to me! *sobs*
~Shohoku no Miko~©
Inu-Yasha: A Medieval Pulp Fantasy -er- Inu-Yasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale © Takahashi Rumiko.
Hehehe... *evil grin* You know, I just can't ignore writing this fic even if I'm still in the process of writing essays, stories and poems for the award giving body that I mentioned before. Well, gomen ne, but this chapter might be crappier than ever. I haven't really had a very good draft of this chap, but I guess this will do for the moment. I hope you accept what I am offering in this installment, and an advance gomen for all the grave errors I might be committing here - wrong grammar, misspelled words, etc. - I'm typing it currently as a taboo, my mom's keeping an eye on me if I'm really doing my "supposed task". A H-U-G-E gomen!!!
Thanks again to those who reviewed the previous chappie! And as for the q's... Higurashi Kagome, arigato for that! And I am 16 years old, I just turned 16 last April 2. My twin's ten minutes older than I am, and we really look alike. The only difference is that she's got the smaller eyes, and a mole on the nape. To gene-kitty, I think so too, it is confusing. But hopefully it'll be clearer after I finish with the extra curriculars I'm having. And gambatte with your Nihon learning pursuit! Tamababymiko-chan, you know I wouldn't really be that MORBID to tear Sango and Miroku apart! I'd tear them, but I'd tear myself more! ~Heather~, yes, I can still remember Botan... I think she's even cuter than Yukina and Keiko combined... And I remember Syaoran *cheeks get flushed* likes peonies... So I decided to use the flower anyway. Hehe! ~-^; Nonsequitur... I really like how you correct all the errors I've committed... You are one true critique! *cheers* And yes, I think translations tend to exaggerate the true dialogues. Someone even told me that I am a bad Japanese speaker because I use inappropriate words... But that's because I depend on my dictionary here, which somehow gives me the "true" meanings of Japanese words and Phrases. I do hope I'd do justice this time.
Teach Me How To Love
by Shohoku no Miko
Chapter Nine: Qu
Miroku entered a deserted house. Funny, he should have been looking for Sango at this time, but there was something... some strange feeling that he sensed and drew him to the house. And here he is now, prying through things that were left untouched for what seems like almost a decade.
He walked further into the house, Kirara trailing him. He stopped as he saw a ningyo sitting on what is supposed to be a chair for it. Slightly dusting it off, he picked it up.
Attached to the ningyo were black tendrils that reach through the middle of the back, and a string was tied on it, from the right shoulder to the left side.
"This ningyo seems to be well taken care of, why do you think the owner had left this, Kirara?" Miroku held out the ningyo to Kirara, who merely purred in reply.
Miroku chuckled. "I guess you think the same as I do."
As he set the ningyo back on the table a sudden gust of wind went through the almost shut house. Kirara growled violently as Miroku hit his shakujo on the floor, the rings on his staff clinking, while holding an ofuda on his cursed hand.
"It's coming..." Miroku whispered, and Kirara growled even more.
Out of nowhere a tall man appeared, with black hair braided behind him, dressed in a blue hakama, his purple eyes glazed with fury. He held the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe.
"Irashii, Miroku." The man said.
Miroku's eyes scanned the man's features as he realized something. 'This man... He looks... Exactly like me...'
"Toya-san!" Sango shouted as she recognized the prince, who seemed to have helped her earlier.
"Sango! Sango-hime!" Toya pulled Sango into his arms lovingly. "Oh you don't know how much I missed you! It's been ten long years!"
Sango smiled hesitantly. "Ten years?"
Toya pulled away, looking at her questioningly. "Have you forgotten, Sango? It's been ten years since we last saw each other, and you never came back to our kingdom..."
"Oh, yes." She nodded.
"I really missed you!" Toya buried her again in his embrace.
Sango smiled, this time, a genuine one.
Her smile faded when she heard a slashing sound, and a feeling of blood dripping from her back made her pull away.
And what was in front of her now was not her childhood friend, but someone else. His amethyst eyes were narrowed mischievously, his lips wearing an evil grin as it slowly evolved into a diabolical laugh.
Sango felt her world dimming fast. She could hear his evil chuckle. "Now, Sango, you DIE!!!" He shouted.
Sango's eyes were about to shut tight as she recognized who was in front of her. And before losing consciousness, she managed to speak. "Ho... Houshi-sa... ma... Dou... Doushi... te...?"
"Who are you?" Miroku asked the stranger in front of him.
The man laughed, an irritating one. "Watashi wa..." He trailed off as he snapped his finger. "...Toya des."
A few seconds after the snapping sound, a mist appeared beside him and took the form of a woman. After a few seconds, the woman was recognizable.
Miroku felt his world crash as he saw what... who seemed to be a... ghost. His mouth went dry, but he still spoke. "...Sango...?"
Toya grinned. "Sango. My dear, dear Sango. Look at the man before you. That man... The bouzou... The one you call "Houshi-sama"... The person who killed you."
Sango's aura changed into a fighting one - one of fury and angst. She charged at Miroku, who at that time was too shocked to move. Her Hiraikotsu on her right hand, Sango slashed and the humungous boomerang hit Miroku's side.
Miroku flew towards the far end of the room, crashing into the table and taking it with him to the wall, such power this taiji-ya possess. "How... Sango-sama... What happened...?" He tried to talk to her, but the anger smoldering in her translucent orbs took hold of his thoughts. 'Sango... Dead... Masaka...It can't... be...'
Toya found himself a large chair to sit on, as he watched with glee what was happening before him. This was how things were meant to be... The Houshi slaughtered, and the taiji-ya his... eien ni.
Miroku struggled to stand, as Kirara ran to his side, ready to save him from a lunging spirit. Kirara growled at her mistress.
The spirit aimed her Hiraikotsu at Kirara, but she did not move. Sango then threw the weapon on her pet, which went through the cat's body.
Miroku stared wide-eyed as it registered in his mind. The boomerang... It did not even hurt Kirara! What.... What did just happen there?
Toya, who had the same reaction as Miroku's, was angered by what has happened. "Sango, dear, never mind that fur ball, kill that darn monk!" His eyes glowed an eerie shade of green.
At the same time, Sango's eyes glimmered, the same as Toya's.
Recovering, Miroku stood up. "Daijobu, Kirara?"
Kirara growled once again at Sango.
'Why would Kirara growl at Sango?'
'Is it possible...?'
'Could it be... that... this is not she?'
Miroku dodged the Hiraikotsu with his shakujo, and it finally hit him. 'That's it!'
He prepared for another bout with Sango, who seemed to think ahead of him as she again charged towards him. Then he threw the ofuda on Sango.
The ofuda flew and stuck on Sango's chest. He then closed his eyes and chanted. [Gomen, I don't know any chant of Buddhists yet. Demo if I find one, rest assured that I will be replacing the text of this chapter. Gomen again!] Opening his eyes, he shouted. "The real Sango, come out!"
In a flash of light, something glowed from Sango's chest, apparently from her heart, and the ball of light slowly crept up from the chest to her throat, and out from her mouth.
The supposed ghost disseminated and the ball of light, after settling on the floor, gave way to a crouching Sango. The real Sango.
Enraged, Toya threw a dagger towards Miroku. "Kyarou! How...?"
Miroku easily evaded the attack. "Simple. You made me believe that she was dead, so her attack hit me. Kirara, on the other hand, didn't believe that her mistress had died. So her blow just went through the feline's body." He then rushed to Sango's side. "Sango, daijobu ka?"
Sango smiled weakly. "Un, daijobu... Arigato, Houshi-sa-"
Her speech was cut off when she felt an aching sensation on her back. And something entering her body.
Her eyes dilated, and her body trembled and she lost consciousness.
Miroku caught her in time before landing on the floor. He held her, and realized that she had a very large wound on her back. The blood on his left hand told him so. He shot a glare on Toya. "What did you do to her?"
Toya answered defensively. "Oh no, I haven't done anything. Maybe YOU did."
Miroku had a perplexed look on his face. "What the hell are you saying?"
"Ask her yourself." And with that Toya disappeared.
"Sango..." Miroku carried her and ran out of the house. After going through the exit, Kirara transformed into the youkai and offered her back to Miroku.
"Kirara, arigato." He rode on her back, still cradling Sango in his arms, as they flew above the ground and towards Kaede's house. His right hand held Sango's left hand, while his left gripped tighter on Kirara's mane. "Hayaku, Kirara. We have to get her to Kaede in time." The cat sped up. 'Buddha, onegai, let her be all right...'
Vocabulary:
Ningyo - doll
Hakama - think of Kikyo's dress and leave the description to your mind
Irashii - welcome
Doushite - Why
Watashi wa... des - I am... [put the name here] Somehow this is formal because I think it would be inappropriate to use modern Nihonggo in a feudal story
Bouzou - monk
Masaka - impossible
Eien ni - for all eternity
Daijobu - all right, which most likely would be meaning 'are you all right'
Ka - you, in a very casual way
Kyarou - damn you, something like that
Hayaku - faster, which most likely would have been the contraction of 'hayai suru'
Kaede - actually, it means maple, or autumn leaves
Author's Rant:
There you have it, chapter nine. Pity me for my writing; I was still absorbed in the story I was writing for the contest. I really don't write violence. And I think there were misspelled and there were incorrect grammar hanging around somewhere in the fic... Gomen nasai for all those! And yes, I know the story's getting a bit confusing [if not a bit, a lot] but I hope things will clear out on the next chappie. Please, don't forget to review, and tell me what you think. Should I change my paradigm? Am I getting too twisted here? Or am I still doing justice on this story? Tell me! I desperately need to know! ^-^;
Well, then. Ja, minna!
~Shohoku no Miko~©