A Take Me Away
07/ 16/ 04
I think it is very safe to say... that I get bored really easily. Because that's why I'm starting this chapter so soon - and I want to tie up some of the loose ends of my story.
I know I am making Sango seem like a very confused character, but that's because I am trying to focus more on the characters, than the whole romancy, mushy-mushy stuff, right now. Dun worry - I promise some real WAFFY chapters later on - just not this one
Eh... sorry Vampire-Elf that I made you miss your bf ; ... its not... my fault... and I'm glad I can inspire people - and to think this story wasn't even my idea... meaning I have to thank Destiny's Angel - AGAIN (oh well, she never gets tired of the glory)
BTW Lady Netiri - rant all you want . I love it!
Heh heh... "that's called sarcasm!" LMAO!!! Ah... good times... good times. Normally I don't crack up about one word, owlman144, but that word always makes me laugh. And to let you know, I enjoy sarcasm. "straw on the ol' camel's back" ... Camel's have straw on their back Oo?? Lol - JJ
Aamalie - yes, I do have AIM. Although I share it, I have it - and don't deflate your ego, cause then I'll just pump more air back into it .
Broken is by Seether.
This chapter is to honor my friend Destiny's Angel brand new - first MS fic, Broken. Please read that too!!!
Broken
Miroku was called down to the office of the casino, where all of his workers met for him. He sat at the head of the desk as Hachi approached them with the matter of minimal capacity for the guests. The casino was packed full every week, and there wasn't always enough rooms for their best customers even.
However, Miroku wasn't paying attention, he was staring out the open window at the city below them as they chatted on, practically ignoring his mere existence. True, he had created this casino, funded the creation and owned and made his profits from him. But if they decided the evacuate neighbouring companies of any kind, then he would have to wait until they decided.
His thoughts were on his lovely roommate, and even her younger brother. Their safety was his concern now, although he didn't seem to feel like the replacement father figure, or the replacement fiancé, he almost felt like a stand-in husband and brother-in-law compared to anything else. The strange thing was, Sango and him weren't even dating.
Naraku was still looking for Sango, he knew she was still in the city, because there had been no purchasing of air plane or other transportation. He had thought of purchasing a ticket falsely, but then never going to pick it up, but he didn't know how this would work at all.
"Shakujo-san." Hachi's voice broke his train of thoughts.
"Huh? What?" He turned, then noticed all of them staring intently at him. For the founded and manager, he didn't really care.
"We need more space, so we believe we should build an entire complex." He said. "And evacuate the few of the local places."
"Okay, convince them and I'll pay the wage." He leaned back on his chair and then propped his feet up on the dark wooden table.
"Miroku... we can't afford to shut down a shoppers outlet, a Futershop, and block off an entire highway." Hachi told him.
"Sure we can!" Miroku flashed an entire pack of cash in front of their eyes.
"Perhaps the shoppers outlet, but not the Futershop." Hachi said.
"Well... maybe the highway will require some more booty..." he mused as he scratched his unshaven chin. "I'll mange it."
"Miroku. You're out of focus here! We can't close off a highway to add on to a damn casino!" Hachi told him.
"Okay, then just take out the Futershop and shoppers outlet." He shrugged.
"The Futershop is across the highway!" Hachi began yelling, pulling and none-existent hair from his bald head.
"Why are you getting so overworked, Hachi? How much are we over-booked?" he asked.
"250 guests." He answered with a heavy sigh.
"Then just take out the shopper's outlet, and then take up their parking space. We'll be fine." He smiled, then stood up. "Call me, okay?"
With that said, Miroku adjusted his jacket, and walked out of the room. He didn't even make it to the elevator, when Hachi ran after him, breathing hard from his lack of exercise.
"Shakujo Miroku, what the hell has gotten into you?" he demanded, red in the face, both angry and exhausted.
"What do you mean?" Miroku blinked, confused at his question - what did he mean?
"Since last week, you've been all... weird." Hachi sweat dropped; he hoped he wouldn't get fired for that comment.
"How so, Hachi-kun?" Miroku crossed his arms - wondering what was so different about his attitude.
"Well... you haven't been paying attention. You're not smiling, but you always seem happy, or deep in thought. And today, you kept grinning! What's going on?" Hachi began to go crazy in his confusion.
"I'm not allowed to think anymore?" Miroku raised an eyebrow.
"Not when you grin out of the blue." Hachi gulped.
"Well Hachi... I have a lot on my mind. And if I find something amusing, then I don't find anything wrong with that." He said defensibly.
Hachi was found speechless. "B-but... grin... I..."
Miroku opened the elevator, then stepped in. It closed, leaving poor baffled Hachi to gawk at the closed aluminum coloured door. --
Last Monday, at the Kugutsu Club, the place was completely empty, unlike it had been at the beginning of the month. No one was practising, the only soul person there was the owner.
Naraku slammed his fist down at the table, only to miss poorly and strike the edge and it fell over. His shot glass then shattered on the hard wood floor. He was drunk, and he was purposely that way to forget about his troubles.
Over the past few weeks since Sango had disappeared, business had been bad, he didn't have any more customers other than a few drunks who threw things at the other performers, or friends of the performers; such as Jakotsu's little posse. But he either needed a new act, or a stardom return.
He still didn't know where she was. Sango had disappeared without a trace, he had no idea where she was, nor did the police. They had given up the search after two days after Naraku forgot his objective to finding her. Now he was on his own.
What was he going to do? He needed her back.
Today, he had found an envelop on the counter at home, inside was a ring - the ring he had given Sango. The ring she had accepted, and now returned. Obviously, something had happened. But what?
He smashed the chair he was sitting on against the ground. Crying out in rage, and out of his drunken state. The last time he had gotten this drunk was when he told Sango to marry him. And that wasn't very long ago, but Sango couldn't have changed her mind that quickly.
There was a stumble in the darkness, and then a man walked in. "Naraku-san..." Hachi came forwards.
"Nani?" he sputtered.
"You wanted to talk to me?" He sighed. --
Sango licked her dry lips as she listened to the man on the phone. Her father, Koji, had called her again, and asked her to hear him out.
He missed her; she could tell, but she still didn't trust him at all. After the last beating he had given her, and she ran away with Kohaku, she vowed never to trust her father again.
He was living in the United States, he worked with the World Trade Organization now, and was rich, and remarried. The marriage part startled Sango - who would he marry after he became a drunk once her mother died?
Obviously someone who helped him forget everything, he said she was beautiful and smart, and she reminded him of her, which is why he called.
Sango found him to be lying at that point, he never told her she was smart or beautiful, or anything worthwhile for that matter. He had decided now, to call, after he had been married for two years - bull.
Kohaku had talked to him too, and when he listened, he looked scared. Sango knew fear, and Kohaku wreaked with it's stench.
Koji asked her to come see him, he needed to see her.
Sango had told him she couldn't, because things were too complicated right now. But he kept on insisting.
Sango heard the elevator coming up, so she said her adieu and hung up. Miroku emerged from the elevator, looking quite tired, then he smiled when he saw her.
"What's up?" he asked.
"My father continues to pester me..." she muttered.
"What does he want?" Miroku asked.
"He wants me to go to the US to visit him and his wife... but I don't want to go, and I can't." She sighed.
"Why can't you?" he asked.
"First, because I can't afford it, and secondly, because if I go, Naraku will hunt me down easily. I don't want to go back to either of them... but I don't want to continue hiding like this!"
Her hands clenched into tight fists as her knuckles went white. She gritted her teeth in her frustration, then lowered her head to hide her burning eyes.
Miroku smiled with a sigh, then sat down beside her. He slid his arm around her shoulder, then pulled her close. "It's okay, Sango." He told her.
"Life sucks." She muttered.
Miroku looked taken back; "I didn't think I was that bad!" he gasped.
Sango grinned, then elbowed him in the gut; "not you, Miroku. Just things going on. Not the sex." She told him.
"Well, maybe you should go visit your father, just to get away from it all." Miroku suggested, "and take Kohaku too. Or I'll look after him, whatever works."
Sango smiled; "arigatou, Miroku. Demo... I dunno." She shrugged.
Miroku chuckled; "It's alright, Sango." He told her.
Just then, the phone rang. Miroku got up, then he checked the call display - it was Hachi.
"Yes, Hachi?" he pressed the speaker phone.
"Naraku thinks you have Sango!" came his panicked voice.
"Say what?" Miroku asked.
"I-I got stoned! A-and then the next thing I knew - I was talking to N-Naraku! And I was telling him about what a bastard you've been lately." Hachi stammered.
Miroku sighed heavily as Hachi continued to ramble; "and he then asked me if you were hiding Sango! Now be honest - are you hiding her? Because Naraku is going to talk to you tomorrow!"
"What? Hachi, you bastard! Get up here!" Miroku yelled, then he looked over at Sango, who looked just as shocked as he did - although not as angry.
It took two minutes, but Hachi came through the elevator, only for Miroku to grab him by the collar, and pin him against the wall. "What did you do?" he demanded, almost in a snarl.
"I-I just talked! He came to the assumption!" Hachi blurted out.
"And what did you tell him when he asked you where Sango was?" Miroku asked.
"I told him I didn't know! Then he jumped to the conclusion that she was with you!" he gulped.
"When did you talk?" Sango walked over.
"Ahh! You are here!" Hachi pointed as he yelled.
Sango rolled her eyes; "how long ago was it that you talked, and how wasted was he?" she asked directly at him.
"I talked to him on Monday. And he was really drunk!" Hachi yelped.
"Okay then. I have less than 12 hours to leave." Sango sighed.
"What?" Miroku dropped Hachi in his shock - who landed with a loud "oof!"
"I can't stay here! He'll kill you!" she reminded him, in a panic.
"Sango..." Miroku followed her as she walked away, towards her cell phone. She picked up her cell phone, then began pushing buttons. "You don't have to..."
"Hello, chichi-ue?" Sango spoke into the phone as she plugged her other ear. "It's Sango, and I changed my mind. I'll be in Los Angeles tomorrow. It's a bit drastic, but also an emergency. Okay? ... alright then. I'm bringing Kohaku as well. I'll see you."
Sango hung up, then she headed towards Miroku's - which was also her own - room, then she went inside and pulled out a bag, then began to pack her clothes.
"Sango, don't do this!" Miroku grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
"I have to, Miroku! I can't stay here and put you danger like this. I would never forgive myself if I did." She pleaded with him - hoping he would understand. "I'll come back, I promise."
Miroku's grip stayed on her arm, until the it loosened, and then he kissed her deeply. "Alright then... just be careful." He whispered.
Sango nodded, then kissed him back; "I will." She nodded.
Miroku released her, then turned to Hachi. "The least you can do if buy her and Kohaku a plane ticket, Hachi-kun." He grinned.
Hachi gulped, then pulled out his wallet. "Yeah..." --
Naraku came to Sengoku Jidai the next day, dressed in a fancy tux with a frilly collar, and his long, black hair tied behind him. He came and found Hachi, who was waiting for him. Hachi led him to the main office a few floors up, where Miroku was sitting there, leaning back in his chair, staring out the large bay window, humming a song to himself.
"Miroku-san. Naraku-san is here." Hachi cleared his throat as he spoke.
Miroku spun around, looking serious, then he grinned. "Naraku, good to see you." He stood up.
"Where's Sango?" he asked.
"Pardon?" he asked.
"Don't play the baka, Shakujo-san. Where is Sango?" he demanded.
"I don't know." Miroku said, he looked completely confused.
"Cut the crap, okay? I know she's here!" he yelled.
"Well... you can look if you want, but I assure you she's not here." Miroku shrugged with a sigh as he placed his hands in his pocket.
Miroku led him up to his place, and Naraku searched through everything, even the bathroom, and then he came back, looking even more stressed than ever.
"Where the hell is she?" he demanded angrily.
"I dunno..." Miroku sighed.
"I swear, Shakujo-san... if you are involved with her escape in any manner. I will kill you." He sneered, then stormed past him, brushing against his shoulder to try to prove that he was superior.
Miroku sighed - there was nothing he could say back, for he had lost Sango too, only in a different manner. She had left; she said it was so he wouldn't get hurt, but he saw the look of fear, the desire for escape in her eyes. Did she really feel that pressured under his presence? Or was it just her desire to escape men?
No, that wasn't the case - she wouldn't have gone to her father in LA if she wanted to get away from men. It was probably just him. But what had he done?
He wasn't using her.
He didn't pressure her at all.
He was protecting her, for Kami's sake!
So why did she want to leave him? What had he done wrong? --
Sango sighed as she looked out the window, biting her nails nervously as Kohaku slept, leaning his head on her shoulder, his brown bangs hanging messy in front of his eyes.
"I'm sorry Miroku..." she whispered, then brushed away another tear from her red face as she sniffed. "I can't have you."