Take Me Away

07/ 02/ 04

I got tired of putting the summary up - heh. So I'm just cutting to the chase. I dunno how NR does it... how could she possibly rewrite the summary each time? Even if there is copy and paste... ::heavy sigh::

Well, anyways. This story is so much fun to write And I get so inspired when people say they love my story, because... well... I didn't come up with the idea, I've mentioned it before, but Destiny's Angel gave me the idea, and shoved me in front of the computer and told me to write or she wouldn't lend me InuYasha movies anymore. ::sweat drops:: heh... anyways - thanks gurl. It helped! ::reads reviews again:: I'm obsessed with doing this now.

Heh - sorry if I inspired you, Aamalie, but I love all your stories, so let me know if you decide to start that story and I'll review, definitely.

About the greenhouse thing... that was my own idea I thought it would be funny, and I'm still cracking up about Miroku saying "do I make you horny, baby?" because Destiny's Angel drew a picture of Miroku wearing Austin Powers' outfit ::falls over laughing:: its so much like him!!

BTW... this is a bit of a filler chapter, okay?

Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne

Happy Ending

The greenhouse was very humid, yet the sides had already fogged up before the heated action shared between the two humans took place, and stayed heated well after they were finished.

Sango sat on the table, fully clothed, other than her jacket that was folded at her side. Miroku sat by her side, clothed as well, playing with his watch that he put on his wrists. Sango pursed her lips in annoyance to the silence between them, then winced as she touched the bruised part of her neck. "Is there a mark?" she asked as she brushed her hair back.

Miroku look up, then grinned. "Yes, there is, allow me to give you another one, my dear." He whispered as he slid over and placed his mouth on her trachea again.

"Shakujo-san... it'll be hard enough explaining - ow - to Naraku that I'm leaving him, but this..." Sango tried to talk, then found herself enjoying him snogging her neck a bit too much. She leaned her neck into his mouth, and held a hand behind his head.

"You're enjoying this a little too much, Sango." He muttered against her skin as his tongue traced the bruised flesh, making her shiver. He pulled away, then wrapped his arms around her, and lowered her over his lap.

"I enjoyed the appetizer." She pointed at her hickey. "And I had a fun time with the main course."

"Oh, you're such a vixen." Miroku raised an eyebrow, as he lowered his head towards hers. "Did you taunt Naraku as much?"

Sango looked at him like he was a complete idiot; "he was pleased just with me in bed. I didn't have to seduce him at all." She told him.

"Really? I enjoyed the seduction more than the actual activity." He grinned then kissed her.

"Was I any good, then?" she asked curiously. This was a very open question, obviously none that Miroku had heard, judging from his expression.

"Of course you were. But I was still too absorbed in the seduction, perhaps we should try again?" He asked as he tickled her.

Sango squealed, then rolled off, landing on her feet. "Don't tickle me!" he moved away.

"My dear, I would do much more than simply tickle you to share we what we just did before." He smirked as he stood, then held her close.

"In your greenhouse. On the floor, I might add." She smirked ingeniously.

"You say that as if you didn't enjoy it." He looked disappointed.

"Lets just say next time we share that, we should be more comfortable." She told him.

"I was very comfortable." He grinned, then kissed her passionately.

"Yes, but you weren't the one pinned down on the floor." She pointed out as she pulled away. "It is concrete, after all."

"Alright then, next time, my dear, you shall we on the mattress of my bed, making sounds in comfort, instead of making arousing sounds of pleasure in your discomfort. And even by remembering, arouse me so much to share you standing here." He whispered against her lips, then slid his tongue into her open, breathing mouth.

"Mmm..." Sango slanted her mouth to fit perfectly against his as his tongue ran across the roof of her mouth, then slid along her own tongue.

"Where the hell is she?" Naraku demanded as he ran around the club.

"I called Kohaku, and he said she was on her way to work last time he checked." Jakotsu told him nervously. Naraku was extremely angry.

"I'm calling the cab company!" He announced loudly.

"What will that do?" Jakotsu whispered to a crew member beside him.

"Naraku-san has eyes all over the city, Jakotsu. Sango travels by cab, so he has people working for him in the cab chauffeuring business." He told him. "Keep that in mind in case you decide to quit."

Jakotsu gulped - he was worried for his friend. Where was Sango? She didn't even call, she wasn't home, and even her own brother didn't know where she was.

There was a possibility that she was at Sengoku Jidai, but he didn't dare mention it, in case he was right, or then questions would come up, and he would have but his best friend in danger.

Naraku had called the company, then came out. "The cab driver was driving her here, but then she asked for him to pull over, and she just left!" he yelled, then tossed his cell phone away, and it smashed against the fall away wall after sliding across the floor. "Doesn't she know that this is a huge night?!"

"Maybe he should have told her that they were being judged tonight." One muttered.

Naraku suddenly whipped out a gun from the case on his belt and pointed it at him. "What did you say?!" he yelled dangerously

"M-maybe you should have told her that w-we w-w-ere b-being judged tonight-t!" he stammered in fear and in shock. There was a gun held to his head as Naraku stepped forwards.

"Then maybe you should have kept your thoughts to yourself!" Naraku said.

Surprisingly, he pulled the trigger, but he turned pistol, so the bullet only caught his forehead. The man cried out and held his forehead as he dropped to his knees. Naraku returned the pistol to his head, except this time pressing it against his bleeding forehead.

The man was shaking horribly, in both pain and fear as Naraku dug the metal gun into his flesh. "Any last words, you fool?" Naraku sneered dangerously.

At that moment, Sango had entered through the back, and had walked onto stage. Jakotsu saw her, then ran over and pulled her off.

"Jako-"

Jakotsu slapped his palm over her open mouth and pushed her into the curtains. "Don't say anything!" he hissed drastically.

"Hm?" she looked at him oddly. He was shaking tremendously and was sweating like a suckling pig. What was going on?

Then, she heard a gun shot and a cry of agony. Someone just killed someone? Was is a robber? She needed to know.

She managed to get past Jakotsu, and she peeked out into the empty bar, past all the table with the chairs places upside down on them, and saw the corpse of one of the stage men, he was the announcer, the piano player! But who shot him?

Sango looked up, and then she had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, because it was Naraku who was holding the bloodied gun, with blood even splattered against his face and his hand, and across his white shirt.

"Jouroumaru and Kageroumaru, get him out of here and dispose of him, and then take this." Naraku dropped his gun on the floor, the metal object clattered. "And someone clean this mess up, and get me a change of clothes! And someone find Sango or I'll kill them along with her!"

Sango gasped, then leaned against the wall. He was going to kill her? Why wouldn't he? He had just killed one of his own workers, and for what reason? Did he even need a reason? Was this really the man she had once planned on marrying?

Sango grasped the ring in her coat pocket. What could she possibly do? Would he honestly kill her if she told him she wasn't going to marry him?

"Sango..." Jakotsu whispered. "You should leave now."

"I... I can't..." she breathed. "Where would I go?" she asked.

"You'd have to leave the city. He'll find you, Sango." He urged as she pushed her towards the door. But she pushed her hands against the doorframe, and wouldn't move. "Sango, please! I'm not going to let him kill you!"

"Jakotsu..." Sango didn't look at him. "I can't..."

"Sango, you have to! Go now!" he shoved her out the door, and then she stumbled back out into the alleyway.

Sango brushed back her hair. Where would she go? She couldn't go home, it was his home. But one thing was for sure, she had to get Kohaku before Naraku did.

She wondered what Jakotsu meant by "he'll find you". What did that mean? Kohaku came first. The higurashi residence wasn't very far away, she could get there before he left, and Naraku didn't know where Kohaku went anyways.

She hurried along the busy streets, and then made her way along the street towards the Higurashi place. There was a long slight of stairs leading up, so Sango quickly ran up, ignoring her aching leg muscles, still tired from her earlier activity.

She reached the top, and found Kohaku and another young boy playing soccer. She smiled, seeing that Kohaku was being fair in playing, for the boy was younger. Kohaku let him make a pretend goal, then he looked up, and smiled when he saw his sister.

"Ane-ue! I thought you were working!" Kohaku ran over.

"I decided to take a break. Where's Higurashi-san?" Sango asked.

"Inside with my nee-chan." Souta ran up smiling.

"Kagome-chan is here?" Sango asked.

"Yeah! With Inuyasha-kun and their baby!" Kohaku smiled. "It's a boy."

"Oh that's great! I need to go talk to them, but could... Kohaku can you and Souta play inside? Its getting a little darker and I want you guys to come in, okay?" she asked nervously.

"Ane-ue, is there something wrong?" Kohaku asked with concern.

"We'll talk later." Sango smiled, then they went inside.