Take Me Away
06/ 04/ 04
Sango is a performer of a local night club. She works for Naraku, and she does this to support her brother and herself. But life for this singer/ dancer/ striper, life isn't so great. Then she meet the charming casino owner, Shakujo Miroku, and Naraku tells her to seduce him to get in on his money. Will Sango succeed, or will she be the one to be seduced? MS
(There's Gotta Be) More to Life
Thanks to all my reviewers, and to Destiny's Angel who gave me this idea and encouraged me to write this - I love you!!!
(Yeah... the beginning with a NarakuSango paring was my idea... gomen)
Sango sat at the counter of the kitchen bar, sipping her coffee thoughtfully, the sun hadn't even peaked in through the shutters at the kitchen window, and the clock on the microwave constantly flashed 12:00.
It wasn't midnight, it was somewhere around 3 a.m., she looked down at the watch on her wrist, then regretted her assumption. It was 4:36 a.m.. She took a large mouthful of her black coffee, then exhaled irritably.
"Sango, I want you to get a job at Shakujo-san's casino." Naraku whispered in her ear
"Nani?" she blinked at him with such shock and confusion - why did he want that.
"Shakujo-san has dozens of millions in his casino. I want you to find out how all that works so I can get his money." Naraku told her as his hand ran across her cheek.
"Ano... naze?" she blinked at him.
"Sango, if you do this for me, you won't regret it." He told him as he kissed her.
What did Naraku want from me? She wondered. Why would he want Shakujo-san's money? He's rich as it is, not fabulously wealthy, but rich. He didn't think she would leave him if he lost his wealth, did he?
Well, he probably would. Sango admitted to herself that she was shallow - why else was she with Naraku. He wasn't the best looking guy on the street, and it didn't treat her equally. Shakujo-san, on the other hand, was charming, rich, powerful, and not a bad looker. The earrings really did something for him.
Sango grinned to herself over the rim of her coffee mug - if she wanted to get to know about his casino and his money - she would have to get to know a little bit more about him, and that would require to get close to him. And nothing was too close for comfort.
"Ane-ue?" came a sleepy voice from behind her.
Sango turned to see a young boy standing in the doorway of his room. "Kohaku, what are you doing up?" she asked.
Kohaku didn't have to ask Sango why she was up - he could tell from her silk robe what kept her up at night. "I couldn't sleep." He yawned.
Sango grinned; "you were sleeping when I came home, Kohaku. Don't lie to me - I know things." She raised both arms in a childish manner.
Kohaku smiled sleepily, then he went back into his room and shut the door.
Sango stood, the stool she sat on creaked from rubbing against the tiled floor. She went to the sliding glass door, then slid it open and walked onto the balcony. The sun had begun to rise over the tall buildings of Tokyo.
I've got it all
but I feel so deprived
I got up, I come down
and I'm emptier inside
Sango leaned against the railing, slanting into a seductive pose, practising for tonite's performance. She hummed the song to herself, then moved around, opening her legs and posing in odd ways that seemed suitable for the lyrics, trying to be as seductive as possible.
Sango couldn't say that she didn't enjoy performing as she did. It was amusing to see how people could be so easily deceived by her false act. But she found it annoying at the same time. She didn't want to be presenting herself to the world. She had already has the press there once, from what she use to do at the club, until the authorities told Naraku to clean the act up. Everyone that went there always came there, in hopes of seeing a replay of one of her old performances.
Sango shook her head - those days were over. She was a singer now.
She practised for a few hours, until Naraku emerged from their bedroom; "you should really get some sleep, Sango." He muttered as he took a can of beer from the fridge.
"After the hot sex we had last night, no way, Naraku." She winked, shrugging seductively as her robe fell down her shoulders. She was simply annoying him - she knew he was exhausted, and this just tormented him.
"Sango..."
"Hai?" She looked back at him.
"Damare." He muttered, then walked back into the room.
Sango raised her middle finger as he walked away, then sipped her coffee again - she vowed to herself that she would find someone better than Naraku.
Sango was at the casino that afternoon, practising her new performance for the evening. The song was a little more lively, and she got to do more dancing to coordinate the lyrics. She was going to wear the heavy make-up again, and then she had a new outfit - supposedly. Jakotsu was designing it, so she knew it would be, somewhat, outrageous. She seriously needed an agent, she was good enough - wasn't she?
"Taijiya Sango." She heard, and recognized that voice. She turned and saw Miroku walking over to the stage, Hachi was beside him.
"Ah, Shakujo-san." She walked over then bent over, purposely again, and smiled coyly at him. "What brings you here?"
"Well, I know that Kugutsu-san doesn't pay his performers enough, so I wanted to see if they would like to gain a few extra thousand dollars.
He pays his performers by the thousands? Damn - she thought to herself, that was way more than she got paid: a measly four-hundred dollars.
"So tell me, Sango." He leaned over, and raised an eyebrow in a way that seemed so seductive. "What are you doing here?"
Sango bit her tongue - whoops. She was the performed Scarlet, but no one outside of the crew and Naraku knew that - other than his posse.
"Well." She sat down, then swung her bare legs over the stage and sat there. "Lets just say that Naraku's fiancé is also his best act." She smirked proudly.
"Ah... so you are the infamous Scarlet. I knew it." He rested his arm against the stage, and it brushed against her leg - it was purposely, she knew it.
"Shakujo-san." She pushed away, teasingly. "I am wearing a ring." She flashed the silver band on her fourth finger at him.
"That's what they all say. What do you see in Naraku, my dear?" he smirked.
"His money." She answered honestly. "Nothing else."
Miroku chuckled; "how seemingly of you, Sango." He ginned with enthusiasm.
"You assume that that's all I am after, Shakujo-san?" she raised an eyebrow suspiciously at him - she wasn't annoyed, but curious.
"So you're not in the fashion business?" he changed the subject - no he was getting on her nerves. What audacity did he think he had to do that to her? Teasing was her job, or was she being a hypocrite?
"No." She shook her head.
"Tsk. Too bad, you would do excellent in the swimwear issues." He smirked, then he slipped her a note, then walked back over to Hachi - who looked at confused as ever.
Sango looked down at the note underneath her thigh, then she pulled it out, then opened the white envelope and pulled out the check and the note.
This is an advanced payment, come to Sengoku Jidai at twelve p.m. tonight, and I will pay you four times more than included.
Sango's eyes widened at the price written down: $1000.00. Now that was way more than Sango had expected, and it would be way more than Sango would be payed, and this was 1/4 of what she could be payed fully.
But was wasn't allowed to perform anywhere else, and if she was caught by Naraku - there would we dire consequences. Dire, as in getting fired, or worse. If Naraku didn't like it, he might even get rid of her.
Now, Sango depended on Naraku as well, because he supported her life. Without him, she wouldn't have anywhere for Kohaku to stay.
Sango bit her lip, then crumpled the paper up into a ball, then stuffed it into the pockets of her very short denims shorts. She pulled down her rose coloured halter top, then walked over to Jakotsu.
"Is my outfit ready yet?" she asked him.
"Yes, follow me." He motioned for her to follow him, then walked over to the side. He walked over to a rack, where a traditional yellow kimono hung on a hanger. "Here it is." He took it off, then handed it to her.
"A kimono?" Sango asked as she looked at it.
"Hai, but there is a long slit, and the top is baggy and revealing. I will do your hair." He smiled.
"Are you a cosmetician now?" she asked sarcastically.
"No, but you are Tokyo's most wanted performer." Jakotsu grinned, then pulled the small piece of paper poking out from her pocket out from her shorts, then open it and read it above her reach.
"Give that back, Jakotsu!" she yelped as she reached for it.
"Shakujo-san's casino, eh? How much did he pay you?" he asked with a grin.
"One thousand dollars, right now." Sango lept for it, and he pulled it away.
"I'll take it." He offered. "Naraku doesn't pay me much anyways."
"No way!" Sango snatched it from his loose fingers. "It's my boost." She stuffed it down her shirt, then brushed back her loose strands of her hair.
"You know I'm gay, and stuffing it in your bra won't stop me from going after it." He grinned.
Sango gave him a cold death glare.
That evening, Sango was in her change room, with Jakotsu doing her hair, while her make-up artists, Kanna did all of her heavy make-up. When it was all finished, she had Jakotsu adjust her outfit, then she stood backstage, with a stool to help her pose.
Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and it was wavy and curly and falling behind her. Her kimono was low and, as always, bore a lot of cleavage, then she sat against the stool, stretching her left leg out, to poke out from the long slit, bearing almost her entire leg.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, everyone's favourite star, Scarlet." The announcer spoke into the microphone clearly, and lowly.
Then curtain pulled back to reveal her standing in the seductive position. Her hand against the seat of the stool, and she leaned back, bearing her leg. She held her microphone up to her mouth.
Yeah, yeah, oohh, mm...
She stood then started slowly walking in a sexy manner.
"I've got it all
but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down
and I'm emptier inside" She danced around a little, wiggling her hips as she went
"Tell me what is this thing
That I feel like I'm missing
And why can't I let it go?"
The music picked up as she wandered out into the bright open lights, the crowd cheered more as she continued to dance.
"There's gotta be more to life
Then chasing around every temporary high
to satisfy me
Coz the more that I'm
tripping and thinking there must be more to life
Well there's life, but I'm shure
There's gotta be more... than wanting more."
This was a different style for Sango, maybe too different, because she looked at Naraku and he seemed disappointed in her acting, and this made her somewhat angry. She would ignore him, for tonight.
"I've got the time
but I'm wasting it slowly.
Here in this moment
I'm half way out the door!
Onto the next thing
I'm searching
for something that's missing
There's gotta be more to life
than chasing around every temporary high
to satisfy me.
Coz the more that I'm
tripping and thinking there must be more to life
Well there's life, but I'm shure
There's gotta be more
Than wanting more
Than waiting on something other than this
Why am I feeling like there's something I missed..."
Sango finished with the chorus repeating twice, and then the finished with a twirling bow, giving the audience a full view of cleavage - since that's what most of them came for. The curtain closed and then she pulled her hair out, letting it fall down in front of her face.
She inhaled deeply - it was over, now for an even bigger act.
She acted groggy as they wiped her face clean, then she retired to her change room where she changed, removed her make-up, then rubbed at her face as Naraku entered.
"Sango." He sounded angry.
"What?" she muttered, her voice was low and tired.
"What's wrong? You sound tired." He leaned over.
Sango rubbed her eyelid. "I feel like crap." She muttered
"Is it that time of the month, again?" he rolled his eyes.
Sango nodded in a murmur. "But I'll live..." she muttered as she stood.
"No. You'll go home. I'm going to be staying late, important business matters." He placed a hand on her shoulder, sympathetically, but almost as if he didn't want he to be there.
"How late?" Sango wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Overnight." He kissed her lightly. "So you go home and get some rest, and no practising."
"Alright." Sango grabbed her jacket. "Arigatou, Naraku." She smiled, then she left.
Sango left the club and got a taxi. "Sengoku Jidai, onegai." She told the taxi driver, then looked out the window as the lights flashed by and it started to rain. "Perfect." her lips curved into a grin, then her white teeth poked out through her smile.