Take Me Away
07/ 09/ 04
... I think I got the message with my last review by FFAF to update... even though this is another chapter where I have no idea what to put... hey! That's like all the other chapters! I'm a free writer, I guess.
I think I have succeed to portray Naraku as the bastard everyone thinks he is. However, you have to admit... without him... Sango and Miroku probably would have never existed! ... I wonder what that would be like... GAH!!! Now I'm giving myself other story ideas!!! NOOO!!! ::runs around like a maniac::
Is my story even that good? I don't think it is, its nothing like Aamalie's stories... but you people seem to like it... and I'm a people pleaser... so that's why I update, coz its not up to me! Its up to you - just don't threaten me or anything... people scare me enough...
Anyways - enough of my gibberish... lol gibberish. On to my second filler!! Waited is performed by Billy Klippert
Waited
"Omigosh, Sango! I can't believe he killed someone!" Kagome gasped, covering her mouth.
Sango shrugged, then drank her tea. "Yeah..." she stared at the dark liquid, mesmerized by its colour. It was dark... just like the blood that had spilled on the floor, and the blood that had splattered against Naraku's white blouse. She grimaced, then put her tea cup down on the table.
"Anyways... I can't go home, Higurashi-san... and I can't let Kohaku go home either, so may we..." she bit her lip.
"You may stay here, Sango." She smiled. "Its no problem."
"I don't want to be a burden... and I don't want to endanger your family or anything." That was her greatest worry. "I'll only be here... for a short while. I think I can find a safer place."
"Why don't you just have the bastard arrested?" Inuyasha muttered from the corner, where he cradled a small infant in his muscular arms.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome scolded with wide eyes as she looked to her and her friend's younger sibling.
"Sorry guys." Inuyasha gulped at the glare from his wife across the table.
"And what kind of example are you setting for your son, Inuyasha?" Sango smirked.
"Back on the head shooting maniac fiancé of yours..."
"Who's going to believe me if I call the police? None of the club members will back me up with what I claim, because they all pissed themselves when Naraku killed the announcer." Sango muttered, tracing the rim of the teacup.
"I should've become a cop." Kagome sighed.
"You're a doctor." Mrs. Higurashi pointed out.
"Whatever."Kagome sighed. "So where do you think you're going to go, Sango-chan?" Kagome asked.
"I have a friend..." Sango smiled to herself over the rim of her teacup, then she sipped it thoughtfully.
Sengoku Jidai wasn't very busy during the days, mostly the visitors coming and leaving, going to visit tourist attractions in local Tokyo, then coming back in the afternoon to get ready for the busy night ahead of gambling and risking everything to win it all. To Miroku's point of view, it was an ironic business to risk everything to win it all, because sometimes they wouldn't win anything.
"Shakujo-san... would you happen to know where Sango-san is?" Hachi asked as he covered the receiver with the palm of his hand.
"No, why?" he asked with confusion in his eyes. Who would be looking for Sango? She returned to the club after their little "moment" in the greenhouse.
"No, there has been no sign of her around here." Hachi spoke into the receiver, a loud angry voice was heard from the other end of the line, then Miroku grabbed it from Hachi's hands, then held it up.
"Who is this?" he asked.
"This is Naraku, damnit! Where is Sango?" he yelled.
"She isn't here. I saw her earlier, but she said she was returning to the club." He told him calmly. "Is she missing?" he asked.
"No! She decided to take a vacation and didn't tell me!" Naraku yelled. Miroku knew he was being sarcastic, but it wouldn't overly surprise him if she had.
Suddenly there was a beeping sound. "Can you please hold on, Naraku? I have another call." Miroku said, then pushed a button on the phone that was blinking red. "Hello?" he asked.
"May I please speak to Shakujo-san?" came a female voice.
"Speaking." He answered calmly, wondering who it was.
"Hey, its Sango." She answered.
Miroku almost dropped the phone. What was she doing? Calling him while Naraku was looking for her - was she hiding?
"Where are you? Naraku's looking for you." He told her.
"Yeah, Naraku almost killed the club announcer while he was at it too." Came her annoyed voice.
"Nani?" he gasped, sitting down. This might be too much to handle. "Are you joking?"
"No! He shot the club announcer right in the club!" Sango persisted. "Great. Now you wont believe me..."
"No Sango... I..." Miroku looked up and saw that Hachi had come in from the men's room. He cleared his throat. "Koharu..."
"Nani?" she asked.
"Just play along, Hachi's here." He muttered through his teeth.
"Anyways... I need a place to stay." Sango said.
"You can stay here. The club is the safest place, high security and everything." Miroku told her.
Hachi mouthed: "who are you talking to?" And Miroku mouthed "Koharu" back.
"Really? Because I need to bring my brother too." She told him, sounding worried. "And I don't think he understands what's..."
"S... Koharu." Miroku corrected himself. "You'll be safe here, I promise you."
"Okay... thanks Miroku." She smiled on the other line and sighed, somewhat relieved.
"Heh," he chuckled.
"Nani?" she asked, confused.
"You're saying my name." He pointed out.
It was true, before she had always addressed him as "Shakujo-san", not "Miroku" and without formalities even. It was different for her, because he was still a stranger, a stranger she had slept with, true enough, but a stranger.
"I... I need to go." She lied to him, and herself. She bit her lip as he said a husky good-bye, and then she hung up quietly.
What was wrong with her? Why did she just hang up, without saying a goodbye herself? He was just a guy - a guy that she was using. And a guy that just so happened to be the wealthiest and well known man in Tokyo. Perfect place to hide from a homicidal freak!
Sango sat down and breathed in hard, holding her fists up to her face as she crouched in her seated position. She bit her knuckle and chewed on it, thinking of how to get away.
Jakotsu said Naraku would find her, but she didn't know what that meant. He would have to know everyone in the city to find her, and he didn't... but he knew Jakotsu. Would Jakotsu spill it? To save his own life?
She could picture it so vividly, Jakotsu with a gun pressed against his forehead, the sweat causing the metal circle to stick to his moist skin. His heart pounding as Naraku just glared at him, yelling out his commands. But the vision ended there when Sango shook her head. She didn't want to think about that.
She stood, then she put her hands in the pocket of her skirt, only for one to find her cell phone. It wouldn't be safe to have a cell phone anymore, Jakotsu knew her cell number, and then it would be easier to find her. She went to the window, and then she arched her back, then threw her cell phone as far as she could into the trees surrounding the shrine.
She brushed her hair back; "now that that's over..." she sighed, then turned, only to find Kohaku there.
"Ane-ue... what's going on?" he asked.
"Kohaku..." she inhaled, then she sat down, and motioned for him to sit down beside her. "Things are really complicated now... but... Naraku is looking for me, and I don't want him to find me." She told him.
"Because he killed someone?" he asked.
"He killed someone because he was looking for me." She sighed, as she licked her bottom lip in frustration.
Kohaku's eyes widened with fear; "is he going to kill you?" He asked worridly, tears even brimmed the lids of his eyes.
Sango laughed, but her laugh was nervous. She could tell that Kohaku saw that, and she smiled lightly; "I... don't know Kohaku. I'm worried about you though." She sighed as she put her arm around him.
"... do I have to miss school?" he asked with a sniff.
Sango couldn't help but laugh. Her life could be on the line and Kohaku was worried about his grades.
"Maybe." She answered with a smile. "We're going to stay at Shakujo-san's in the meantime." She told him.
"Doesn't he own a casino?" he asked.
"Hai." She nodded.
"Are you going to loose all your money?" Kohaku asked with an all knowing look.
"No, I don't think I'll have the time to gamble." Sango laughed, patting her brother on the shoulder.
"Good, because you don't have a job." Kohaku reminded her.
"I'm a performer. I don't need a job." Sango said.
"But..."
"Kohaku."
"Hai?" he looked up at her.
"Shut up, you goof." She ruffled his messy brown hair.
Miroku called Sango later, just hearing his voice made Sango shiver, as old memories rushed back, memories that she would have rather forgotten. She was running away from her problems again. Kohaku knew this most of all, and if Naraku knew what she was doing, he might understand.
They arranged that Miroku would pick them up at the shrine, and that one of his security officials would go to their apartment and then gather their stuff while Naraku was out. Sango became even more nervous when he told her the game plan. This was too much on her.
In the afternoon, before Miroku would come to pick them up, Sango slipped outside, just for a moment, then she pulled out a cigarette and her lighter, and flicked on the flame as she held the cigarette between her teeth.
"You shouldn't smoke, Sango." came Kagome's voice from her seated position on a rocking chair as she rocked her son back and forth.
"Kagome-chan? What are you doing out here?" Sango asked.
"Listen." Kagome smiled.
Sango froze, then listened attentively. She heard her own breathing, and then the creaking of the rocking chair. She heard the distant sounds of cars in the highways and the streets, or the sirens of emergency vehicles. She looked at Kagome, who continued to rock, and looked at the moon over the tree tops.
Despite all the distant or silent noises, it was very quiet. Sango listened closer, and then she heard the infant's deep, clear breathing. Kagome was smiling so purely, clearly a sign of content.
Suddenly, Sango felt relaxed enough, that she didn't need a smoke anymore. She put it all away, then sat down on a chair and pulled it up beside Kagome. "Thanks." She smiled.
"Thank Inuyasha, he discovered that when he found out I was going to have this little guy." Kagome smiled, as she looked down lovingly at her son, her feet pushing against the ground to continue to rocking movement of the chair.
Sango brushed the dark fuzzy hair of the baby boy affectionately. "He's beautiful." She smiled at her best friend.
"I know. That's what new life is, Sango." Kagome kissed his head.
Sango grinned. "Since when did you become such a... poet?" Sango asked.
Kagome smiled; "since my wait was over." She sighed peacefully.
"What wait?" Sango asked.
"Well... I was always waiting for something, everyone is. I was waiting for a breath of fresh air or something, a huge change. And he's put such an impact on my life... That my wait was finally over." Kagome smiled.
"Inuyasha?" Sango asked quietly.
Kagome smiled and nodded, there wasn't a need for word anymore. "You're waiting for something to, Sango." She told her.
"For Naraku to kick the bucket?" Sango asked, getting a complete flashback of singing Everything You Want by Vertical Horizon.
"No, something big. Something that will change you, you'll see." Kagome smiled wisely.
"I hate it when people say that." Sango muttered.
"Lighten up, you're escaping Naraku, that's something. And with a man's help." Kagome reminded her.
"I'm using him, Kagome. Just like I used Naraku to escape from my father, I'm just using him to get away. I'll probably have to use another man to escape him one day too." Sango clenched her fists tightly, feeling her manicured nails digging into the palms of her hands.
"Sango-chan. Just wait." Kagome told her, as she leaned forwards and stood, holding the infant close to her, cradling his head as she walked towards the door.
"I will, Kagome-chan. But only because you told me to." Sango retorted, then looked up towards the sky as Kagome went back inside.
What could she possibly be waiting for that would change her mind? She never changed her mind about anything, she would simply alter her plans slightly. Never would she change her mind.
Suddenly, she heard a ring tone from the bushes. She stood, then followed the sound until she found her cell phone in the bushes; which hadn't mad it very far when she threw it. She went to throw it again, when the ring tone started again. It wasn't one she recognized, and then she looked at the call display, to show a number she didn't know.
She opened the phone, and pressed TALK, then held it to the side of her face. "I'm sorry, but you have the wrong number." She sighed.
"Is this Taijiya Sango?" came a male's voice.
"Yes it is." She sighed. "Who is this?"
There was a heavy sigh, and then a pause. "This is your father."
Sango let out a harsh laugh of sarcastic amusement, then went serious. "Okay, quit shitting me, who the hell are you?" she demanded.
"Taijiya Koji. I'm your father, Sango." Came the same serious tone that she had delivered.
Sango was speechless - her father? She hadn't seen him in almost four years. What did he want? And how did he get her phone number?