Take Me Away
06/ 29/ 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 to the reviewers for the reviews (man, didn't that sound pointless and stupid?) And Lilac - I just remembered that I forgot to put the performers of the songs in O O... er... oops? Okay, so I'll put it here:
Tomorrow Never Dies - Carly Simon
(There's Gotta Be) More to Life - Stacie Oricco
Everything You Want - Vertical Horizon
The Reason - Hoostabank
Why Can't I? - Liz Phair
and Aamalie... that chapter was ... vv;; oh... boy... yeah, it was cruel - and why did Sango... AGH!!! runs around in frantic circles !!!
anyways - now that that's done dusts off hands lets get writing! this is gonna be a "fun" chapter - I assure you.
Note: Remember this chapter, because I will be looking back to it later on in the story!
Why Can't I? (Part Two)
Sango felt unbelievably awkward sitting on the opposite side from Miroku and his anonymously fuming girlfriend Koharu. Perhaps, Miroku couldn't notice, but the self-empathetic Sango could tell that Koharu was jealous.
"So... Koharu, what do you do for work?" Sango asked politely.
"I'm the head-charge of secretary assistance in Miroku-kun's casino." Koharu slipped her hands up on his shoulders casually, but trying to get the message through Sango's head that Miroku was hers, and hers alone.
Sango didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable with her sliding her hands up Miroku's broad arms then kept them there possessively. Maybe it was because she knew that no one deserved to be treated like a possession, or maybe because she wanted to be the one to slide her palms against the shape of his muscular arms.
Sango mentally slapped herself as she stared into her dark reflection of the caffeinated beverage. Her furrowed eyebrows and thinned lips, inside bitten by her teeth, obviously showed that something was bothering her.
"Is something wrong, Sango-san?" Koharu nearly sneered.
"I'm just thinking about something..." Sango felt her manicured nails digging into the styrofoam cup. "...Naraku."
No matter what thoughts of Miroku slid through her mind, her dream about Naraku threatening her just echoed through her mind on both sides. Would he actually do that? Threaten her dignity like that?
"... Sango," Miroku hesitated at first, but spoke her name to get her attention.
"Hm?" Sango looked up curiously.
"Is Naraku... abusive?" he asked.
"Nani?" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
"Gomen, its not my place." He raised a hand to add to his apology.
"He's not abusive..." Sango bit her lip. "At least he hasn't been in reality..."
Koharu looked completely confused. "Naraku? You mean that jerk that was flirting with the waitresses?" She asked Miroku.
"Koharu..." Miroku tried to stop her.
"And that man that asked me to get it on with him?" She pointed at herself.
Sango couldn't believe it. "Nani...?" she asked. Naraku was cheating on her, behind her back?
"Ano... I have to go." She stopped, not letting them look at her eyes.
"I should go back to work." Koharu smiled.
"I need to go check up on my delivery at the shipyard." They both followed her to stand.
"It was nice to meet you, Koharu." Sango smiled faintly, then turned and left.
"The pleasure is all yours." Koharu muttered. "I'll see you later Miroku-kun." She stood on her tippy-toes, then kissed him lightly on the lips, and then she passed Sango and left first.
Sango fumed as she clenched her fists angrily, pushing her nails through the cup, and feeling the hot liquid burn the tips of her fingers, she then quickly threw it out, and grabbed a napkin and wiped her hands dry.
"Sorry about Koharu. She's..." Miroku tried to find the word.
"Possessive? Conceited? A bit of a bitch?" Sango offered him.
"Mm... maybe." Miroku shrugged.
Sango stared at him in confusion. "Why the hell are you dating her?" she demanded.
"Naze? Are you jealous?" he grinned.
"Forget it, you audacious bastard." Sango elbowed him purposely as she adjusted the strap of her purse on her shoulder, then tossing her head back, she walked out, only for Miroku to grab her arm.
"Wait a second, we're not done playing hokey, my dear." He grinned, then escorted her out of the café.
He led her to a black Mercedes Benz, then asked her to get in. "Where are we going?" she asked in her confusion.
"I told you, I have to check up on a delivery at the shipyard." He smiled.
"I thought you were playing hokey?" she raised an even eyebrow at him, suspecting something from him.
"We are, this isn't casino work. Its my other job, I thought you might want to help?" he asked.
"Does this involve boxing fish?" she raised an eyebrow - she had seen the movies, like Coyote Ugly.
Miroku laughed; "you've seen way too many chick-flicks, my dear." He opened the door for her, then gently pushed her in.
"Why are you bringing banzai trees into your casino?" she asked curiously when she saw all the trees and strange Japanese plants and flowers.
"I am putting in a spa, and part of that spa, for free, it a relaxing garden with water lily fountains. We're adding the new attachment this week, but the plants came too early." He walked around the greenhouse. "This is where we put them."
"Oh, you got blue iris?" she touched the dark indigo petals of the exotic flower, that said was use to be used for ancient battles by female warriors.
"Yes. Its my preferred flower." He smiled as he walked over, then took a spray bottle and sprayed the flowers lightly.
Sango watched as water droplets collected on the thick petals, then stayed there, she lightly saw a small version of her own reflection in them, but it wasn't like she liked her reflection.
"You know the legend of the blue iris?" Miroku asked.
"Somewhat. It was used by a female warrior, wasn't it?" she asked.
"That's what is told. But I have a better story." He smiled as he brushed a few of the droplets away. "Can I tell the story?" he asked politely.
"Sure, go ahead." Sango crossed her arms and stood in a comfortable position.
"Once upon a time, there was a samurai warrior. He had fought in many battles and was now going into war against the Battosai. When the army of samurai came to a small village, men took in women, drank, and ate to their hearts content all in one night, but this samurai found enjoyment from substances, and wanted to find happiness in another way before the day that he might die." He closed his eyes, as if the memory was his own.
"The samurai wandered the village in search for enjoyment, and he came upon a young and beautiful woman, singing in the moonlight. He approached her, and she fled in both fear and embarrassment. He followed her, and asked her what bothered her of him overhearing her. She responded that she was no good, and that she was horribly ugly. Yet, to him, he was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen." He then looked at her, and Sango felt her cheeks heat up.
"He had many women back at home, but for some strange reason, he longed for this woman, she was different, and her voice was heavenly. He tried to tell her how beautiful she was. He romanced her, he even kissed her, he even courted her, for the army stayed longer than expected. He didn't know of any way to convince her that she was beautiful. He then found a blue iris, condensed from the previous night rain. He brought it to her, and then he sat her down in front of it. He pulled back her hair..." Miroku walked behind Sango, and then pulled back her hair and pointed at the irises in front of her.
"He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, about how beautiful could reflect itself of the person that looked into it, and by the light of the moon, she saw her reflection in the tiny droplets. And she knew, she could see herself as she was. She was beautiful, Sango." He whispered in her ear as she looked back. "Look into the iris."
"Men tell me I am beautiful every day, Miroku." Sango told him.
"Yes, but you are Sango." His fingers brushed against her temple as she lightly pulled her hair back once more.
Sango felt herself blush. "Thank you, Miroku. But I know that." She sighed, then pulled away and let her hair fall down.
"Do you?" Miroku asked.
"Hai... I do." Sango lied - she never felt beautiful around anyone, no matter what she wore, or what she did to herself. Sometimes, depending on what she did, she didn't even feel human.
"You're lying," Miroku advanced her, and she found his hands resting comfortably against her hips. He slowly pulled her closer, until their bodies touched, only their clothes preventing them from being skin to skin.
Sango's blush deepened; "n-no, I'm not." She stammered. Her head was already spinning just from him touching her this way. Naraku never romanced her like this, this wasn't anything she was use to.
"Do I make you horny, baby?" he grinned, speaking almost in a perfect tone in imitation to Austin Powers.
Oh Kami! Her mind practically exploded by the sound of his voice like that. I can't breathe now... literally! Sango found a startled gasp stuck in her throat with her widened eyes. Images flashed through her mind, and thoughts she hadn't pictured from a man... ever!
Miroku chuckled, then he slid his arms around her more, then pulled her closer. Sango gasped, then found her hands against his arms. "Finish off the song for me, Sango." He whispered.
"The song?" she blurted, her face so heated from arousal from his touch, she was surprised she could even speak.
"The song you started singing in the café. You know, get a load of me, get a load of you... and words..." Miroku rolled his eyes - his memory towards lyrics didn't always help.
"Okay... but could you let me go, first?" she murmured nervously. That answered his previous Austin Powers question, and he knew now.
"Do you mind?" he asked politely.
"... no." Sango blushed.
"Then please sing." he told her.
Sango licked her lip, trying to recall where she left off, which was completely related to how she felt.
"What if this is just the beginning?
We're already wet, and we're gonna go swimming" Okay. Maybe not that part, she had never truly understood that part of the song.
"Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?" She lowered her head, she didn't want to see his eyes when she sang those words, so that he could peer into her orbs and see straight into her soul.
"Isn't this the best part of breaking up?
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
Wouldn't it be beautiful?"
She then looked at his eyes - she wanted to see his reaction when she sang the next verse aloud, right to him.
"Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my head is spinning." She looked into his eyes and saw the arousal, then to her shock, before she could return to the chorus, he kissed her hard and fast, turning them around and propped her up against the empty table.
Sango also found herself easily aroused by the lyrics as well - why wouldn't she? Its how she related to that moment.
Miroku bit Sango's bottom lip, and Sango replied by licking his upper lip. His mouth eagerly responded by harshly locking his lips against hers and shoving his tongue past her open teeth. It ran across the roof of her mouth, and then flicked against her own tongue.
They both tasted like coffee, what with them just finishing their beverages a while ago. Sango felt herself leaning back, almost beckoning him forwards as she then fell onto the empty wooden table that creaked beneath her, his mouth not leaving hers.
Miroku followed onto the table, him straddling her as their tongues still fought. Soon, Miroku's mouth left hers, and traced along her jaw line to the curve of her neck. Sango shivered as she felt his lips graze her trachea, then she arched her head back, revealing the full of her neck. Miroku pulled back the collar of her jacket, and then he prodded her skin with his tongue, almost massaging the sensitive skin and he began to nip lightly.
His teeth found their way, gently digging into her flesh, and this between the spaces of his teeth, his tongue pressed against the available skin between his mouth and he then began to suck away at the moisture.
It hurt, but it sent chills down Sango's spine, and Miroku felt her shudder beneath him, then her panting mouth released his name, soaked in her arousal, echoing in self pleasure. "Miroku!" And she then gasped as he snogged her neck harder.
"Mmmhmm?" his teeth released the abused skin, and he continued kissing the ignored space behind her ear, his nose brushed against the fine hair as the corner that strayed from her ponytail. Indeed, her hair tied up the way it was, spiked the back of Sango's head, but she didn't mind, it didn't hurt that much.
"This... this isn't... right." She was still panting lightly, her eyes almost rolling in the back of her head. "... and Naraku..."
"What about Naraku?" he muttered into her ear as he licked her lobe, teasing her.
Sango bit her lip, and his eyes met her. "Sango, I am well aware that you are engaged..." he began
"Not anymore." Sango cut in, then she moved her hands from against his abdomen, and then she pulled her ring off, she tossed it behind her and they heard it hit something. "Its just... we're in you greenhouse." She smirked slyly.
"You little minx, no one comes in here. Besides..." Miroku reached into his pocket, then jingled his keys. "I've locked the door."
"Now who's the devious one... but what about Koharu?" Miroku allowed her to sit up, through still straddling her, almost crushing her legs.
"What about Koharu? I was planning on ditching her today anyways." Miroku slid her jacket off, her boat neck top came below her shoulders, and her red bra-straps showed, crossing over her back.
Before Sango could remove his jacket, she found his mouth crushed against hers once more. Miroku's fingers crawled up her sides, then she squealed as they rolled over, and fell off the table.