A/N Hey! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. Writer's block, Terra Nova, and school has kept me away from FF.net. This chapter is kinda short cause I ended it suddenly, but I couldn't think of any other way to stop it. Well, anyway, thank you to my reviewers! Here are review responses:

watrsptl: Thank you for reviewing three chapters! Wow, that's like a first for me. Here we go. I defiantly am making this an Inu/Kag, and Mir/San. I'm really glad you like my new characters, and as for being bro/sis, Uedo is a full neko demon and Sayuir is an inu hanyou. I'm not sure, it might work out somehow in biology… I know it's different, but I rather like writing with accents too. And don't worry; though in the beginning they might not be fierce, they'll prove women are bad luck to ships by the end.

sashlea[]: No, I've never read that one. I would, but I've been busy and the Search engine is down for now. But thank you for reviewing! It's greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: My hair is too wet to come up with something witty, I don't own Inuyasha [sticks out tongue].

Deep Blue

By Pale Moonlight

Chapter 5: Prisoner

After various labors, endless talk, and even a flash of skirts or two, Miroku was at last nearing the very bottom of this bloody boat. As things played over in his mind, he mentally made a list of things to tell Inuyasha. He was pretty sure there was no more survivors, no secret chambers of any sort, nothing of Navy importance, and seemingly no rum. Miroku sighed, Inuyasha would be pissed off about the no rum part; they were running pretty damn low.

Just before he was preparing to turn back and breathe deeply the fresh air of outside, a chill ran the length of his spine. There was something nearby. Half-heartedly he started down farther into the hallway; his terrible feelings came at the absolute worst of times.

"Anyone down…." but his words were lost after that. In the middle of the next hallway, there lay Whip. Rushing to his side, he felt around for a heartbeat, but there was nothing. Damn, another lost, Miroku thought as he silently spoke a prayer. A line along Whip's throat told Miroku that his death was no accident, and that somewhere, there most be someone left. Shit. It'll take weeks to find a survivor on this ship.

As he turned around, ready to leave, he heard a slight whimper. Rubbing his ear, he heard it again, coming directly from one of the doors. Miroku grinned, he hadn't seen a full female in months, he feared he'd soon loss his touch. Slowly making his way back, Miroku forced open the first door he came across. It was empty, holding only some bags of wheat.

"I know someone's here," Miroku called out, cautiously making his way to the next doorway, " It'd be better for the both of us if ye just come out now." Leaning against the wall, he kicked the door open. Again, there was nothing, only a couple of tables and various shelves and cabinets of sorts. Miroku discreetly stepped in, looking around the tables for any sign off a human or demon of some kind.

Within a fraction of a second, Miroku felt his pistol leave it's holder and press it's cold opening against his heart. "If I shot, you'll die," said a commanding female voice, "drop your weapons on the ground and turn around."

Miroku sighed and reached for his cutlass. Flinging it onto the ground, he asked, "Ok, I've done that so can I now…" "You've another pistol," interrupted the voice behind him, "That'd be nice to see on the ground too."

Damn, Miroku cursed, when did females get so smart? "Look," said Miroku, taking out his other pistol, "I've all my weapons on the ground now."

"Yes, but I'd also like to see the dagger out of your boot too." Miroku barely held back a damn as he reached down into his boot and took out his dagger. Right after that, a young lady, seemingly 17 or so, walked around him and grabbed his weapons, pointing the pistol his way.

"Now, my lass is that anyway to act?" asked Miroku, instantly failing for the innocence of the elegant raven-haired brown eyed girl before him.

"Shut up and walk out," replied the girl, her full red lips turning to a frown. He felt the pressure and frigidity of the gun lift off his heart, but after he turned to the doorway it reappeared at the back of his head. "Go on," said the first female voice, "Walk."

Trying not to smirk, Miroku decided to play along with these girls for a bit. He half-walked and half-skipped into the hallway, looking back every now and then to see if the girl with the gun to his brains was as pretty as the other. But as he turned his gaze back, she'd push him forward and tell him to keep moving. Miroku would just groan and go along with the charades.

When they were at last in the hallway, Miroku reached his hand back and grabbed his pistol, flipped it up, and twisted the lady's arm. As soon as she cried out, he held her around the waist and pointed the opening at her head. The girl struggled viscously, but was unable to break his hold. The other girl flashed uncertainty for the slightest of moments before raising his pistol.

"I won't do that lass," pressing the weapon down on the first girl's head, "Drop me pistol." The other girl glared at him, dropped the gun, and kicked it his way. Looking down, he got his first view of the female he held. Miroku lowered his head and smelled her brownish blackish hair, smelling strongly of mixed spices. He felt the girl fluster beneath him, and moved his fingers down further along her dainty waist. She gasped in her breath, but said nothing. Turning her face up, she narrowed her chocolate brown eyes at him. Miroku smiled, she was a sight to behold.

Returning his gaze to the other female, he motioned her to walk forward. With a pout on her lips she took about five steps before Miroku signaled her to stop.

"What be your name, dear lass?" asked Miroku as he wrapped his fingers tighter around the waist of the female he held, loving to feel her squirm.

"Kagome," she spat, refusing to meet Miroku's eyes.

"That be a lovely yet exotic name for a woman from these parts. Fits you quite delightfully, doesn't it? What be ye last name?"

"That is none of your business," Kagome cried, crossing her arms. She looked at the female he held, who Miroku supposed was blushing by now as he slowly glided his fingers down to her thigh.

"Fine then, we'll forget formalities, Kagome. What is the name of the beauty I hold in my grasp?" replied Miroku, again looking to the face of the female. She seemed to be gasping for breath, her face taking on a new shade of crimson as he drew little circles on her lower thigh.

"Sango," she simply answered, venturing a step closer.

"Ah, none of that love," uttered Miroku, cautiously taking a step back, "You'll stay were you are."

By now the female had stopped struggling other than her desperate fight to regain control of her hands. Unfortunately, Miroku could no longer control his hands as they slipped down farther and farther and farther...

"HETINA!" she screamed, kicking him with her remaining strength at his balls. Miroku at once let her go and fell to the floor in pain, barely able to see straight as Sango rushed to Kagome, seized her hand, and started running down the hall with her.

Barely able to move, Miroku took out his gun and fired directly up. Both girls stopped and gazed back at him. The one called Sango said something and both commenced running again. Gradually, Miroku forced himself up and tried to take chase.

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"Can you believe the nerve of that, of that pervert? Just thinking about it, I want to…"started Sango, her face taking a reddish color of anger.

"Might we please talk about this later?" asked Kagome, hearing the pirate in the other hallway get up and run after them with loud, clunky steps.

"How hard did you kick the poor man?" said Kagome, hearing him tumble and fall barely behind them.

"He deserved it," replied Sango as she flustered, "That's no way to behave even for a pirate."

As they were about to turn the corner, Kagome spotted Miroku out of the corner of her eye. With an unsteady hand he raised his pistol and fired. Kagome barely held back a scream as Sango dragged her around the corner.

Shot after shot was launched their way and Kagome lagged farther back with each. Sango finally yelled back at her that he wasn't trying to shot them, only to frighten them, yet even that didn't still her racing heart.

Kagome looked back, seeing Miroku barely on the edge of the corner. Within an instant she was on the floor, Sango had apparently bumped into something and knocked Kagome down with her.

"Damn," cursed Kagome as her eyes cleared and she looked up. Sango had run into, what else, a large blockade of pirates, their leader being a wolf demon with a high ponytail. Kagome felt his yellow eyes drift over her, and she tried to hold back a shiver.

"Aye, Miroku, looks like ye found some survivors," said the wolf demon, again looking at Kagome.

"Took you long enough to find me, Kouga. I must have wasted at least seven shots," replied Miroku, limping over behind Kagome.

"Ha, knew Uedo knew not what he spoke off. Let's just see what this does to his one remaining shipmate theory. All right men, bind their hands and feet." Kagome willingly held out her hands to be bound, but was faced with roughness as a pirate tightened knot after knot till her wrists were bleeding. He was no gentler on her feet. In the end, Kagome was connected to Sango by five feet of rope around her wrists and feet, with barely two feet of distance left on the front.

As the so-called Kouga bent down to pick up the rope, Miroku grabbed it before him and whispered something about the captain into his wolfish ears. The man snarled, but did as he was told anyway. Miroku held out his hand to Kagome, who slapped it away and stood up on her own. A flash of hurt gleamed in his eyes, but it was soon lost as he held on to the front of the rope, pushing Sango then Kagome forward.

"Sorry about the unpleasant conditions," spoke Miroku back to them, "Two ladies of ye's standards probably aren't used to such treatment." Kagome said nothing and Sango humped and looked away.

"Ya, so anyway ye will being going to talk to the Captain, who is in a pissed off mood cause there's nothing of value on this ship," Kagome humped here, appalled that a pirate could talk in such a way of her father's boat. "so it'd be best if ye both tell him all he asks about. If you of any high political importance, that also be good to tell. Then ye could be ransomed off with a high chance of survival."

"And if we don't?" asked Sango, risking her life on such a question.

"Then it's likely you'll die." Miroku simply stated.

The rest of the walk lasted in silence, where Kagome thought of the pirate's words. It's likely you'll die. Had these beasts already found Sayuir? She hadn't came back to the room after promising a speedy return to Sango. Though she was horrified by the corpses lining the hallways, she couldn't stop herself for looking at them, trying to find Sayuir's pale face in the patches of bodies.

They soon came to the main opening stairway, the stairs stained red and leaking with blood from the multitude of cadavers. A man with dark skin and a strange design of scars along his face, almost like whiskers, sprinted down the stairs to Miroku.

"So ye found some more alive," he asked, his voice strange with some sort of an accent.

"Aye," Miroku replied, "Kouga said something about Uedo finding his own human. Is this true?"

"Ya, he and Kouga are arguing about what they should do with her. Kouga thinks we should just kill her since the wretch killed Whip and Dusty is at best unconscious, but Uedo doesn't think these two will know much so we should keep her alive."

"The lass killed Whip? That explains it, I found him outside of these two's room. Did you have a companion with ye?" Miroku asked Kagome.

Kagome struggled with her words; not sure what to tell the pirate, but Sango came to her sense and immediately answered, "No."

Miroku narrowed his eyes, scanning Sango for a few seconds, before shrugging it off. "Is the captain in any mood to converse with our prisoners?" asked Miroku to the other pirate.

"Ha, is he ever in any mood to talk with prisoners?" asked the man, flashing a smile, "He'll be worse if we don't take them to him. Captain already moved back to the Tainted Shikon."

Lighting flowed through Kagome's veins, and she felt herself grow numb. The, the Tainted Shikon? These are the pirates of the Tainted Shikon?

"Come on, you get to met the captain," said Miroku, pushing the rope forward.

As she was dragged by the various amounts of pirates hoarding away her father's valuables, only one thought crossed Kagome's mind. If this was the crew of the infamous Tainted Shikon, what was the Captain to be like?

So, how'd you like it? Hope you enjoyed reading. Next chapter will be basically about Kagome, Sango, Miroku, and Inuyasha, though Sayuir and Uedo will make an appearance in the end. Depending on my ideas, it might be a little on the long side. Here's a preview.

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A pale light flashed out from her form, blinding the mob around her, forcing everything back. Kagome gasped, something held her lungs still. Something was emitting from her, and as the seconds of pain lingered on, she felt something leave her.

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Your Faithful Authoress,

Pale Moonlight