Take Me Away
06/ 24/ 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
Thanks for all the reviews, guys. I felt really good about the last chapter, and how people responded, so I figured that I would just write the next chapter, seeing that I already have ideas for it.
Sorry if I upset you, lom, about Sango smoking, but my best friends, who don't usually smoke, smoke when they're really stressed out. It's a weird stress reliever, but I can't picture Sango smoking, maybe with a cigarette in her hand, but not actually smoking it.
Why Can't I? (Part One)
Sango awoke to the biggest hangover in her life. Her head was pounding like someone was demolishing a building inside her brain. She rubbed her tired eyes to realize that there wasn't any make-up residue on her fingers, which usually happened.
"What..." she whispered.
"Ane-ue, you're awake!" Kohaku jumped onto the bed, it squeaked and sagged under his weight, as she he crawled over like a koinu (puppy).
"Nn... hey Kohaku..." Sango patted him on the head quite lazily.
"Who was that man that brought you home yesterday?" he smiled.
"Huh?" Sango opened one eye and looked at him.
"That man that brought you home last night coz you were so drunk. Who was he?" Kohaku asked eagerly - he was nicer to him than Naraku was, he actually acknowledged the fact that he existed.
"Oh... that was Shakujo Miroku. He didn't tell you who he was?" Sango asked. "Wait a minute, what were you doing up that late, silly head?" She sat up with a tired grin.
"He told me, but I was too tired to remember. I was up because I heard someone trying to get it, and I had figured that you were drunk again." Kohaku smiled innocently.
Sango sighed, then got out of bed. "Okay, as long as you weren't staying up watching horror movies or anything." She muttered.
"No." Kohaku told her honestly. "We don't get horror movies that late at night."
Sango took some Advil, then she made Kohaku breakfast. She prepared some lunch and diner for him, then put it in his day-bag.
"Ane-ue... when will I get to spend the day with you?" Kohaku asked.
"Why? Don't you have fun at Souta's place?" Sango asked - was something wrong.
"I do, but ever since you started working at the club, you've been gone all the time. I come home to an empty house, and if Naraku's there, he acts like I don't even exist." Kohaku said.
"Kohaku..." Sango bent down in front on him. "... I'm not going to marry Naraku." She told him.
"Are you going to marry Miroku-san, then? He's nice, he looks rich." Kohaku said.
Sango felt like crawling under a rock, she was so shallow, and her brother knew that better than anyone else. "Ano... no, Kohaku. I don't think so." She shook her head.
Kohaku looked confused. Was she changing?
"Kohaku... once I get out this engagement... and away from Naraku, I promise that I will spend all the time I can with you, okay?" she smiled.
Kohaku smiled. "Okay ane-ue." He put his bag on. "Lets go."
Sango dropped Kohaku off at the Higurashi Shrine. She remembered when she would go there to spend time with her friend Higurashi Kagome, but now Kagome had moved, and was married to her boyfriend Inuyasha. Sango hadn't seen her in over five years, since there was that incident at the club.
Sango shook her head; quit thinking about it, Sango. She told herself, she instructed the cab driver to take her to the Kugutsu Club, then she leaned back in the faded seats.
The club was buzzing, there was a rumour that the Sengoku Jidai casino now had a great performer, and the other acts weren't as futile. Everyone was worried that their publicity rate would go down.
"Sango." Naraku called her over into the corner.
She followed him, and looked confused. "Listen, Sango. Our rates just dropped in less than twelve hours... we need this night to be big to call them back. So... I'm going to ask you to do a re-run act." He said.
"Nani?" her eyes widened. "But you said..."
"I know I told the police we would clean up, but I need this, Sango." He looked at her desperately as he held her hand.
"Well, sorry, Naraku, but when you said you would clean up..." Sango tore his hand out of his grasp. "I did too, I can't believe you would even ask that of me!" She was angry, very angry. She had pride.
"Sango!" He grabbed her by the shoulders roughly. "This club is my life. I've put everything into it - if you love me, then you'll do this for me!" he yelled at her.
Sango glared through a wince from the pressure on her shoulders. "Well then..." she squirmed out, then took of her ring. "I guess that's saying something, isn't it?"
"Sango, no. That's not what I mean!" Naraku protested.
"What do you mean, Naraku?" she asked solemnly, her face was emotionless, as she had felt.
"Sango, when we go to take our vows, we'll make oaths to one another." he took her hand in his. "Until death do us part, we'll do anything for one another."
"I'm not going to prance around wearing absolutely nothing, Naraku!" Sango yelled as she brought her hand back.
"Not for me? What about Miroku, then?" Naraku glared as he grabbed her arm.
"What the hell - ow - are you talking about?" she glared as she tried to pry his hand off her arm.
"Don't think I don't know, Sango." He glared.
"Know about what?!" she yelled as she broke away.
"Know about where the hell you were last night, damn it!" he barked.
Sango's raised an eyebrow to hide her shock. "What?" she asked
"I have eyes all around this city, Sango. And they're always watching you!" he pointed as he spoke in a creepy tone.
"You mean...?" her eyes widened fully.
"You were at Sengoku Jidai last night! You were the star performer that everyone is raving about! How could you, Sango?!" he yelled as he walked towards her, as she backed away.
"Lets just say..." Sango tried to act coy and calm as she backed away, but she wasn't. She was sweating like a stuck pig and as nervous as a jitter bug. "It was an offer I couldn't refuse."
"And to take you home? And to lie to my cab driver that you were going to see a friend?" Naraku asked.
"What... you spied on me?" Sango demanded - now she was pissed. What audacity did he have to pull a stunt like that?
"Well, it just goes to prove that I had to." Naraku glared dangerously.
"What? You didn't trust me?" Sango blurted - that was extremely hypocritical.
"I trusted you, I didn't trust others. But now, that just goes to show that I couldn't trust you." Naraku glared.
"I got paid!" Sango exclaimed drastically.
"I pay you!" Naraku yelled at her.
"He paid me more!" she yelled.
"Was sex included in this, Sango?" he crossed his arms.
"What the crap? No!" she yelled, disgusted; was that honestly all that man ever though about?
"Then what were you doing locked up in a changeroom?" Naraku asked darkly.
"..." Sango bit her tongue, hard. What was she going to do? No matter what she said things would backfire on her. Whatever she told him, he wouldn't believe.
"You know what, Naraku?" Sango brushed her hair back. "I don't need this shit, especially from you." She sneered, then simply dropped her engagement ring on the floor.
But instead of it tinkling, like any metal would do, there was a screeching sound, as if someone had just stepped down on brakes of a car.
Sango's brown eyes snapped open as her body lurched forwards, but was caught by the seatbelt strapped over her front. Her gasp was caught in her throat, and she coughed.
"Shit! Damn crazy driver!" the cab chauffer yelled out the window, raising his middle digit towards the car that had just drove in front of him.
Sango looked around the empty cab - it was just a dream, a really creepy dream. Would Naraku actually threaten her like that? She pulled back her long bangs away from her face, then looked up.
"Can you please pull over at the corner?" she asked
"Hm? Did you change your mind?" the driver glanced back through the re-view mirror.
"Hai." Sango lied - she needed to get away. She couldn't go to work today.
The driver pulled over. Sango paid him fully, then she quickly got out. She adjusted the strap of her purse, then walked along the busy streets of downtown Tokyo. What was she going to do now? She couldn't go to work, Naraku was there. She couldn't go home, because he would come home. She had nowhere to go.
She turned the corner, only to bump into someone also in a rush, she stumbled back, only for a pair of strong hands to grab her and prevent her from falling. She looked up, and met Miroku's bright blue eyes behind a pair of glasses.
"Shakujo-san!" she gasped, her eyes widening.
"Ohayo, Sango-san." He pulled her up to her feet, still holding her hands. "Still a little light-headed from last night, are we?" he grinned.
"No. In a rush, there's a difference." She pulled up the leather strap of her purse and pulled it up over her shoulder.
"Why are you rushing? You're obviously not going to work, because I know it's the other way." Miroku raised an eyebrow ingeniously.
"... I'm playing hokey." She lied.
"Really? Then may I join you?" he smiled. Gods, he looked sexy with those glasses on. Like a very smart, yet seductive bachelor.
"Shouldn't you be at the Casino?" she asked. If she was caught, she might be in even more trouble.
"No. I don't have to. I have people that work for me. That's why I'm so wealthy." She smiled again.
Sango felt her cheeks turn a healthy shade of pink as the heat rushed to her head and her ears heated up. The images were just flashing through her head.
"Alright then, let us go." He took a hold of her arm, then linked it with his own.
"Wait a minute!" Sango yelped, but Miroku was already leading her across the street. "Shakujo-san!" she pulled her arm out of his grasp. "You are the most impetuous man I have ever met!" she yelled.
"And you, my dear, are in traffic. Come on." He took her hand, then pulled her out of the path of the speeding car that zoomed through the red light.
Sango sat at the café table, and waiting for Miroku to return. She rested her hand against her chin with her arm supported by her elbow against the table. She sighed heavily as she looked out.
"Here we are." Miroku came over, then sat from across her. "Here's is your latte, my dear." He put it in front of her.
Sango continued to look out the window. She seemed to be ignoring him, but she was lost in her own thoughts. "Shakujo-san..." she breathed.
"Hai?" he smiled.
"Are you seeing anyone?" she asked as she looked at him suspiciously.
Miroku raised an eyebrow, then smiled. "Hai, her name is Koharu. How did you know?" he asked as he broke open the styrofoam seal of his black coffee.
"You don't seem like that kind of man to be womanizing an engaged woman." She smiled wisely in a sexy way.
Gods, she was exotic. She was like nothing he had ever known, so mischievous, yet calm and serene, and her perfect smile - she had to of had braces in her youth. "Hm, true. Is that why you agreed to any of this?" he asked.
"No." Her hair fell around her shoulders. "I just wanted to get away, and you offered to take me there." Her smile just made the hairs on his neck stand on end.
Sango began humming a tune to herself. Miroku instantly recognized the song. "Sing for me, Sango." He leaned back in his chair, then took a sip of coffee.
Sango raised an eyebrow; "okay."
Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walkin' down the street and I hardly know you
Its just like we were meant to be
Still, that smile of hers. But the lyrics... was she singing about him?
Holding hands with you when we're out at night
Got a girlfriend you say it isn't right
And I've got someone waiting too
With that said, she stopped. She opened the seal of her latte, then sipped it thoughtfully.
"Will you sing that at the casino?" he asked.
"Why? You want me to perform, again?" she asked skeptically.
"Of course! We're booked with reservations of people who want to hear you sing." Miroku told her. "Including a few recording agents."
"Nani? You're shitting me!" Sango gasped as her mouth dropped to the floor.
"Ya." Miroku shook his head. "You're so talented, Sango!"
Sango felt all the blood rushing to her head. "Talented... its been so long since someone had called me that..." she breathed.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Ye-ah..." she brushed back her bangs. "Just a little... Advil followed by a caffeinated beverage isn't the greatest mixhap..."
"Don't you mean mishap?" he asked.
"No, mixhap..." Sango scratched her forehead. "I... I need to go to work." She got up.
"Okay then, I'll call you." He smiled.
"Don't you dare!" Sango pointed accusingly. "Or I'll tell your girlfriend, Koharu, that we're having sex!"
She turned and bumped into another woman. "You're what?" she snapped, almost in pure shock.
"Hoe?" she blinked.
"Ah, Koharu." Miroku stood. "Sango, this is my girlfriend, Koharu. Koharu, this is my client, who I am not having sex with, Sango." He smiled as introducing the two girls.
Sango blinked at the dark haired girl before him. She was young, and looked a little angry. Cut the angry part, she looked like she would rather do nothing else than tear out Sango's organs and hang her with them, with her bare hands.