Take Me Away
07/ 15/04
Okay! This is a quick update - I hafta to finish this in the next few weeks, because then I wont be around for a little while...
Hey Aamalie - you've got a big ego too?? heh. Awesome. (I dun want your story to end!!) Ms. Bambi?? Euh... okay
Heh heh, I'm glad that you guys are all so eager to read more, because it inspires me to write more - so tell your friends, the more reviews I get, the faster I'll update!! I'm not kidding. I got five reviews in one day, then three I was happy.
Horney, eh, LovingYou247?? Heehee
This is Your Life is by Switchfoot - I love this song
This is Your Life
Miroku drove his own car down the streets of Tokyo, trying to find the Higurashi Shrine. Sango had informed him that it was on Ayame St., and it was the only one on the one side of the street, with large stairs.
Truth be told, he hadn't explored the city much since he opened Sengoku Jidai, he just went wherever business was necessary, and didn't both checking out the city he would be living in, probably for the rest of his life.
Soon, he found Ayame St., then he turned and pulled up beside the street right beside the sidewalk in front fo the stairs.
He looked up and saw Sango and Kohaku at the top of the stairs, then they came down quickly down to the car. Miroku got out, then he leaned against the hood of his car. "Hey Kohaku, Sango." He smiled.
"Konnbawa, Shakujo-san." Kohaku bowed, then he opened the door, then slid in quickly.
"How are you Sango?" Miroku asked with a smile.
"I am hell and still." She muttered as she ran her fingers through her bangs, then she climbed in through the door Miroku had opened for her.
Miroku smiled to her as he climbed in on the driver's side, then he did his seatbelt up. She did hers up then he looked behind him. "You all buckled up there, Kohaku?" he asked.
"Hai." He nodded politely.
"You ready to go, Sango?" he asked.
Sango didn't answer. "Sango?" he asked again.
"Just go, please..." she looked out the window, thinking about many things as he started the car.
"I'm running away... I'm using him. And I can't even go face my old problems anymore. What a screw up my life is, and I've made it this way. I'm just making it even worse for Kohaku!" She breathed heavily. " I can't keep going at this... I should just leave Kohaku with Miroku and just get away from everything."
"Sango?" Miroku's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she gasped at his break through, then turned and looked at him.
"Are you hungry?" he repeated his question.
"Ano... no, not really." She shook her head.
"I am!" Kohaku piped up from the back seat.
Sango smiled falsely, but no one could tell the difference. "Okay, I guess I could eat something." She lied.
"Well, take-out, or casino food?" Miroku asked, holding his cell phone up.
"Um... what do you want, Kohaku?" Sango asked.
"We always have take out." Kohaku said.
"True. Casino food it is." Sango smiled at him.
"Alright, I'll have it ordered to my home." Miroku held his cell phone up his ear.
"Your home?" Sango asked.
"Well yes, if Hachi ever discovered you in one of my rooms, then I'd never hear the end of it. He likes to stick his nose in other's business. So you will be staying in my suite, which no one has access to other than me." He smiled. "Much safer."
"Oh..." Sango said as he spoke on his cell.
"Do you have cable?" Kohaku whispered, then Miroku smiled and gave his a thumbs up, signalling his verification.
Sango's grimace became slightly true at her brother's curiosity. She remembered when he wouldn't even dare speak up, in fear of being beaten.
That reminded made her think of her father. What was going to happen now? Would he hunt them down like Naraku was, or would he just let them leave?
Sango leaned her elbow against the side of her car, then she chewed her nails nervously - what was she going to do?
Miroku pulled up behind Sengoku Jidai, and there he parked, and then they went into through the back of the casino, then to a large elevator in the back. It seemed that the ride up took forever to Sango, as Miroku and Kohaku talked about sports. To her, the room seemed dead silent and the only thing she heard was the machinery behind the walls of the elevator.
Suddenly, it jolted to a stop, then the door opened silently. They stepped out into a large, condominium type suite, and the door closed behind them.
"Wow!" Kohaku gasped. "This place is almost three times as big as our apartment!"
"Maybe four. It covers the entire room of the casino." Miroku smiled, "c'mon, let me show you where you'll be staying, Kohaku."
"Okay!" the eager boy answered, then followed after him.
"Just make yourself comfortable, Sango." Miroku smiled as he walked off.
Sango sighed, then took a seat on the sofa. She looked around, there was a large screen TV, and then an entertainment system with it. The room was almost empty, with hard wood floor and a single carpet under the couch, he didn't even have a coffee table, but it was simple and charming.
The living room led to the bar in front of the kitchen, the kitchen - from her current view - had an island in the middle of the pearl tiled floor, and the silver kitchen and oven blended in with the wooden cabinets and cupboards.
"Wow..." Miroku walked back. "Kohaku is amazed by the size of his room. Does he get out much?"
"All the time." Sango sighed as she shrugged, her hands clasped together, her nails digging into her knuckles.
"Are you alright, Sango?" he asked as he sat down beside her.
"No..." She lowered her head, the shadow from her bangs concealing her eyes.
Miroku sighed, then he placed a hand over hers, then drew them apart as held one in his hand. "Sango... what's wrong?" he asked.
"Everything... just everything." He saw the shine of a single tear glistening in her eye.
"Want to talk?" he asked.
Sango took a deep breath; "well... not only is Naraku after me... but my father is back." She muttered, then wiped away her tear in her frustration.
"Is that bad?" he asked curiously.
"He would beat Kohaku and me. He was also a drunk and an irresponsible guardian who basically died when my mother disappeared." She told him, slightly red in the face from the heat rising in her head from her stress and frustration.
"I'm sorry, Sango." Miroku sighed, then he slid his arm around her shoulder, then pulled her into a gentle hug. She shivered at his touch, but the relaxed into his chest.
"Arigatou, Shakujo-san." She smiled timidly.
"Back to the formalities, eh?" he grinned.
"Shut up." She muttered, then sat up, and pulled back her hair.
Just then there was a beep at the elevator. "Shakujo-san, your meal is here." Came a male voice.
"Thank you, just a moment." He called out, then whispered to Sango as he ran his thumb across her cheek. "Go to the bedroom, milady."
Sango smirked. "Alright, Shakujo-san." She whispered back, then got up and headed towards the bedroom, where the door was open to. She shut the door as Miroku went to the elevator.
After the food was delivered, they all went into the kitchen and ate diner/very early breakfast. Then Kohaku went to bed, exhausted, and Miroku and Sango went back to the living room.
"So, my dear. What do you think of my establishment?" he asked.
"Its very... simple." She answered.
"That's all I need right now, Sango. I don't need some fancy decor or a stunning set-up like that." He shrugged, then took a drink from his wine-glass.
"I see," she sighed, then looked out the window.
"Are you worried?" he asked.
She shivered at thoughts; "Yes... I can't help it." She breathed out.
"My dear, Sango." Miroku grinned, then moved behind her and started to rub her back. "Relax. You're in my care now." He whispered against her bare neck.
Sango shivered as his hands massaged the sore muscles of her shoulders and then her lower back. She closed her eyes as he continued to rub hard against the knots of her muscles, causing her to loosen up.
"Now, Sango, last time you requested comfort the next time we share it." He whispered into her ear resting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her figured waist, pressing his hands against her skin tight halter top as his finger rimmed the bottom of the top.
Sango looked back at him. "On your couch?" she asked.
"Correction, my dear." He slid her into her arms, then he stood. "It is a sofa, and I wouldn't dare do that in a place where your brother could absent mindedly walk in on our moment of passion." As he spoke to her, he carried her into his room, then shut the door. --
Sango sighed as Miroku broke away from a kiss. "Thanks, I needed that." She smiled as she held the covers over her.
"You're very welcome, Sango." he brushed back her hair affectionately as he smirked seductively at her. "Do you feel better?"
"A little." She sighed in a nod.
"Are you still worried?" his thumb traced her jaw line and her chin.
"How can I not be? A psychopath is after me, and my abusive father is back." She reminded him.
"True, but you can deal with this Sango." He whispered against her face. "This is your life, and nothing, as grave as it should be, can change that. You can still be happy although things look grim. You just need to look for a small ray of sunshine in your life."
Sango smiled as he kissed her softly; "thank you, Miroku."