Take Me Away
06/ 14/ 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
The Reason
Thanks reviewers - again, I love all of you. Exams... three... more... days ... then... FREEDOM!!! Please note, that all these songs are songs that I have sung, either in front of my vocal class, or in front of a crowd ... well, a group of friends, actually, but a crowd - it was more than fifteen people.
"Shit..."
Sango pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket, then pulled out a lighter to match it.
"Should you be smoking in such a small, occupied area?" Miroku asked from his seated position on the vanity.
"I'm just a little stressed right now! I'd like to relax without someone telling me what to do!" She snapped as she placed the cigarette in between her painted lips then flicked the lighter on and lit the cigarette. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled with her open mouth to release the nicotine fumes.
Sango sighed, relived, then she leaned back and returned the cigarette to her mouth. "So you smoke cigars?" she asked politely, trying to start a conversation with her temporary roommate.
"Only once a month, or on a special occasion." He shrugged as she began to fiddled with the rose that had been placed in his lapel. He didn't seem fazed by the thorns that poked at the meat of his fingers, as he stared at the red colour.
"Are you nervous, or something, Shakujo?" she questioned his actions suspiciously. Was he that uncomfortable with her around in a small room? It wouldn't be a better time then to get it on with here - maybe that's why he was uncomfortable, because he didn't trust her enough.
"I'm slightly claustrophobic, and you presence is..." he stopped - he wouldn't say what he wanted to say. Arousing.
"Do I make your horny, baby?" she grinned as she touched his knee with her high-heeled foot - copying the famous Austin Power's line.
"Do I, Sango?" He ran his hand up her leg, under the sleeve of her pants.
Sango squealed in protest, then withdrew her leg back, right up to her body, as the bounced off her breasts, she winced, then screamed as her chair tipped backwards, then went completely over, making a loud crash.
"Shakujo-san!" Hachi's voice came from the outside. "If you dare do anything, I will tell Naraku!" He threatened.
"Bull, Hachi! I won't do anything!" he yelled, then looked at Sango; "at least something that I wont regret."
Sango got to her feet, then placed the chair back on four legs. "Stupid chair." She muttered then sat back down and crossed her legs. "Do you have anything to drink here?"
Miroku looked around; "actually..." he pushed back some frilly, puffy skirts, then showed a mini fridge in the back corner. "We have one performer who always likes a shot before the show." He opened it to reveal shot bottles, and two large bottles of champagne.
"I suppose you don't have any normal kinds of alcohol other than wine, do you?" she asked hopefully.
"Sadly, no. What kind do you prefer when given the choice?" Miroku pulled out the bottle and two champagne glasses.
"Jade." She smiled. "It gets me going."
"Really? You're a Jade? You seem more like a Kahlua type of girl." He uncorked the bottle with his bare hand, then set the two glasses on the vanity, then began to pour slowly.
Sango leaned her head back as she rocked on the back two legs of the chair. She stared at the cracking tiled ceiling as a heavy sigh escaped her lips. How am I going to explain this to Naraku if I get caught? She wondered as she pursed her lips.
"Here you go." Sango looked up and Miroku handed her a full glass. She smiled, then took it gratefully, then took a mouth full - she regretted it.
She squinted in disgust to the sour taste; "wow..." she swallowed hard. "How old is it?" she asked.
"It's a special vingarette champagne." Miroku asked. "It's a little strong."
Sango felt like her head was buzzing; "yeah... hic!" she covered her mouth, realizing she had the hiccups. She blushed solemnly.
Miroku chuckled; "how cute, one gulp and you're already drunk." He took a small sip. "Are you not use to that kind of alcohol?"
Sango shook her head as another hiccup escaped. She took a lighter sip, then shook her head in rejection to the taste. "Bleh..." she stuck out her tongue then grimaced.
Miroku snorted after swallowing, he wiper his nose with the back of his hand.
"Its not - hic - funny!" Sango protested.
"Maybe not to you, but it is for the spectator!" Miroku laughed again.
Sango glared, obviously annoyed. "You know the best way to get rid of the hiccups?" Miroku asked as he stood up and bent over her.
Sango hiccuped once more; "scaring them out of people?" she sniffed as she looked up.
He leaned closer; "holding your breath." He whispered, then grabbed her face and kissed her fully.
Sango's eyes went wide with shock, but as his lips moved to fit perfectly against hers, her eyelids became heavy and she closed her eyes. She fumbled to place the glass on the hardwood floor, then she gripped his tuxedo and pulled him closer to her.
Miroku managed to push his tongue through Sango's sealed lips, then he pressed the muscle against her closed teeth. Sango hesitated at first, feeling a little light headed, but suddenly when she felt his hand against her breast, both her mouth and eyes opened in surprised.
"What are you doing?" she muttered as she pushed away and looked at him oddly.
"I was curing your hiccups, m'dear." He smirked wisely to the drunken woman, then kissed her lightly on the lips.
"And what about now?" She murmured as her words slurred against his lips.
Miroku bit her bottom lip, then hesitated. "Nn." He shrugged, then kissed her again.
Sango pushed him away again; "kindly remove your hand from my chest, Shakujo-san." Her lazy eyes seemed to lower as she spoke.
He removed her hand; "now where were we?" he smirked as he advanced once more.
Before his lips met hers, the Rocky theme song started playing in a high-pitched tone. "That's my cell." Sango muttered, then reached for her belt and took the cell phone, and looked at the call display. "Its Naraku..." she stood, then flipped it open and pushes the talk button. "Hello?"
"Hey gorgeous. How are you?" came Naraku's voice from the other line.
"I'm fine," she smiled.
"Why aren't you picking up the home phone?" he questioned.
"Huh? Oh - the phone rang? Hm... " Sango bit her lip. "I didn't hear it." She lied.
"Were you sleeping?" he asked, his voice now being drowned with concern. "I didn't mean to wake you!"
"Oh no! I wasn't asleep - I was reading and listening to my MP3 player. You didn't do anything." Sango rolled her eyes.
Miroku watched as Sango had a conversation with her soon-to-be husband. It didn't seem like she enjoyed talking to him - maybe because she was drunk, or maybe it wasn't. She seemed irritated just with the sound of his voice - was she stressed?
"Okay... okay honey, bye." She faked the enthusiasm in her voice, then hung up. She self resisted the urge to throw her cell phone out the window.
Suddenly, there was a clicking at the doorknob, and it turned, then it opened, to reveal a sweating Hachi with his tie around his shoulders with a locksmith there with several tools. "Alright. My work here is done." He said with a foreign accent.
Sango breathed in as she tossed her head back, releaved. Miroku put the champagne away as Sango took her lit cigarette from the counter and dropped it, then stepped on it, extinguishing it.
"I shall take my leave now." Sango picked up her coat, then slipped her arms into her sleeves and shifted her shoulders to pull them closer, then she zipped up her jacket.
Miroku emerged with her; "allow me to escort you home, Sango-san." He took her hand.
"No... I shouldn't..." Sango's eyes were still heavy.
"I got you this drunk, I insist." He lifted her chin with his finger, then kissed her deeply on the lips.
"Mmm... okay." She murmured, then leaned against his chest.
Miroku looked down at her, the motioned for Hachi to bring his coat. He slipped it on, then pushed Sango straight up. "Let us go then." He smiled.
"Okay..." he wrapped his arms around her shoulder, then led her out.
It was still raining outside, so with his large jacket he shielded her from the rain as he waited for a cab to come. He felt the rain soak his hair and then outside of the jacket as he breathed in the moist air.
Just then, a cab drove by. Miroku raised his hand and the cab drove over. He helped Sango climb in, while getting a full view of her backside in his face, then got in himself. "Where do you live, Sango?" he asked
"Rm 67, at the Keya Condominium on Yakusoku st." She murmured as she fell asleep on his lap.
"Alright then." The cab driver smirked looking back, then forwards as he began to drive away. Miroku didn't know, but it was the same cab driver that had driven Sango here.
Miroku carried Sango bridal-style as he rested against the wall of the elevator. He sighed, then looked down at the sleeping beauty in his arms. Her face rested against his chest, then her dark lashes were closed against her cheeks with her dark eyeshadow highlighting her lids. She occasionally murmured a few sleepy word, something about love and chocolate.
The elevator came to the next floor, then he wandered down the hallways until her found room 67. He then remembered - he'd need a key. He looked through her jacket pockets, then found her set of keys.
He pulled them out, then supporting her head in the curve of his elbow, he stuck the key in the lock, then unlocked the door. He then silently pushed it open.
"Ane-ue?" came a tired voice.
Miroku gasped, then looked at a small boy, around the age of eleven, rubbing his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Shakujo Miroku. I'm your sister's... friend." He smiled looking down at the sleeping Sango.
"Was she drinking?" Kohaku murmured, ending with a yawn.
"Yes, how can you tell?" Miroku asked.
"Ane-ue always falls asleep after she's drunk." He smiled. "Her room is the one besides mine. Nice to meet you Shakujo-san." He smiled, then went back into his room.
"Arigatou." Miroku came in, then pushed the door to Sango and Naraku's room open.
Inside was a large king-sized bed, a night table, and a large bay window. It was a red room, and there was scarlet satin sheets covering the white mattress. "Nice attire." He grinned. Red was the colour of passion and rage, so it could be used to arouse one quite easily.
He gently layed Sango down after pulling back the sheets, then tucked her in. No sooner had he, did her eyes open. "Miroku..." she murmured.
"Hm?" he looked down at her.
"Will you stay here with me for a while?" she whispered
Miroku thought about it. "I don't think it's a good idea." He told her.
"Just until I fall asleep... Naraku's not coming home. And I wont be able to fall asleep if I'm alone." She looked so cute as she lightly pouted, her tired eyes glistened with hope.
Miroku bit his lip. "Only until you fall asleep, Sango-san." He then took his shoes off, then layed down beside her.
Sango scooted over, so he could lie down without fear of falling off, then he shifted to get comfortable. Sango then snuggled up to him, nose going into the buttons of his shirt.
"Goodnight..." She whispered.
"Goodnight Sango." He whispered back, then brushed the long side of her bangs away from her face.
He liked how his fingers felt rubbing against her soft skin, then he did it again. He found himself stroking her cheek. A smile appeared on Sango's lips as she exhaled.
Miroku watched her as she fell asleep, then when he knew she was in a deep sleep, he slowly and silently got up. He put his shoes back on, then he silently left. He locked the door, then slid her keys under the door, just so they would be safe.
Miroku swung his coat over his shoulder as he walked down the hallways, silently singing a song to himself.
I found a reason for me
To change who I use to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you...