Take Me Away
07/ 24/ 04
; I'm am going away - so I am trying to finish this story up in the next two days! I am not rushing - I'm just trying to finish this story!!! heh - but now I've got no reviews to reply to... :'( awe that sucks... WAHH!!! Oh well - I'll rant! It's the next best thing.
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I am feeling veeerrrryy hyper - probably because of the caffeine... or because I'm on a roll.
This is gonna be the second last chapter of Take Me Away... probably...
Take Me Away is by Fefe Dobson, even though Avril Lavigne has her own version.
Take Me Away
Sango hated planes.
Maybe because they were so slow, or maybe because unless you were in first class, you were crowded like she was now. The man on her left was sneezing like hell itself, while the kid on the other side of her was playing his GameBoy ADVANCE, which unfortunately did not come with a head-phone jack.
She sighed then leaned back as she put her open head-phones over her ears, and hoped the man next to her didn't have some sort of deadly disease - it was an air plane, she had no idea what kind of sickness this guy could have. --
Naraku gave up, he had never given up on anything before, but he gave up on this one.
Sango was not going to come back to him, so he might as well move on and find another talented woman who could satisfy him.
Like this Kagura who had recently joined the crew. She was exotically beautiful and was a fairly good singer - not as good as Sango, but a good singer.
"All through the night I'll be standing over you
All through the night I'll be watching over you
And through bad dreams I'll be right there, baby
Holding your hand, telling you everything is all right
And when you cry I'll be there
Telling you were never anything less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm your Angel standing by" she sang softly, she was a bit more of a soprano other than Sango, but she was just as well an alto.
There was loud applause from the audience, as Naraku even himself clapped, depressed from his failure.
"Konnbawa, Naraku-san." Came a familiar female voice from behind him.
"Not now Sango, I..." he began to snarl, then realized what he had just said. "Sango?" he turned and saw her sitting there, dressed in a different style of clothing as she smiled at him. "Where the hell have you been?" he demanded.
"Are you going to shoot me if I don't tell you?" she asked calmly.
Naraku went to answer, then he looked shocked and surprised. "What... you saw?" he gulped.
Sango nodded. "And I ran away." She sighed. "But now I'm back, because I'm sick of hiding."
"Are you going to arrest me?" he glared.
"No." She shook her head, then smirked "I'm going to let you live with the fact that you murdered a man, and let it rot in your mind."
Naraku nodded, then reached into his pocket, then held out the ring to her. "I suppose you want this back?" he asked.
"No, I don't." She shook her head.
'What? Why not?" he demanded.
"Naraku, I've changed. And I know I don't love you, and I don't need you to hide me anymore. I'm not going to hide, because I'm saying I don't want to marry you." She told him.
Naraku almost looked pained, however she knew it was an act. She sighed, then she stood. "Would you like a final good-bye song?" she asked.
Naraku shook his head; "no. You can just leave." He muttered.
Sango sighed with a weak smile. "Good-bye, Naraku." She said, then walked out.
"Good-bye, Sango..." he whispered, then tossed the ring away. --
Miroku was miserable. He was depressed and lonely - not the greatest combination. Sango still hadn't called him, and he was a hopeless wreck without her.
He admitted to himself that before he had been using her, that he used her to let people know about the casino. He had made sure all of the important rumour spreaders were there, and then he just watched her perform beautifully.
He decided to watch TV to waste his days away. He was unbelievably bored during business meetings, and didn't even observe the new construction replacing the FutureShop, the highway they bought and closed off, and then the shoppers outlet that people had coincidentally just been begging to get rid of.
As he flipped through the channels, he fell across MTV from America. He understood English perfectly, for he had gone to college and two years of highschool there. There was a special from a local club in LA where this anonymous sensation had taken place.
"Last night, here in Los Angeles, California. An anonymous dark haired woman stole the hearts of clubs owners, bartenders and the audience as she sang her heart out with Canada's Alanis Morissette's "Mary Jane." Here is a tape they made last night."
Miroku nearly yelled out in shock when Sango's beautiful face appeared on the large plasma screen. She was sung the words out clearly, looking as powerful and soulful as she did when she sang in Japanese. Only she looked like she meant those words: "Please be honest, Mary Jane. Are you happy? Please, don't censor your tears." It even almost looked as though she was crying while she was singing those words.
Miroku turned off the TV - he wouldn't allow himself to see her sad face. It was his fault, wasn't it? As he brushed his hair back, then sighed deeply as his own tears welled up in his eyes.
He neglected to hear the sound of the elevator coming up, or the "ding!" as the doors slid open. He burried his face in his own hands.
Sango emerged with her bags over her shoulder and in her hand. She saw Miroku then silently set them down and then walked over and touched him on the shoulder. "Shakujo-san?" she asked quietly.
He gasped then spun around, and accidentally slipped and fell off the couch with a startled "whoa!". He shook his head, trying to rid his head of the ringing in his ears, then gawked up at Sango.
"Sango... you're back?" he gasped.
"No, Shakujo-san. I'm a figment of your imagination." She sighed, then sat down on his couch with a smirk.
He immediately sat up, then he kissed her passionately, and then she eagarly kissed back. "No... no you're definitely real!" he gasped. She giggled, but it soon disappeared as he kissed her again and again.
Suddenly, he broke away and gulped; "gomen..." he sighed.
'Whatever for?" she raised an eyebrow - confused.
'Well... you left because I was pressuring you, and..."
"What?" she raised the other eyebrow, then laughed. "Oh, aren't you full of it!" She laughed, clutching her sides as she released a heartfelt belly laugh.
"Wha... didn't you..." he gulped.
Sango laughed, then wiped away a tear. "Oh my... I left because I couldn't... have you while... Naraku was after me. Hah! You did nothing!" she began to laugh again.
"But... your look..." he protested.
"Oh stop! You're going to b-be the death of me!!" she slapped his shoulder as she laughed.
"Sango..." he sighed, but she continued to laugh.
To silence her, he grasped her face, then kissed her deeply, immediately shutting her up. She romantically kissed back as he held her close. "Kami, I've missed you." He muttered against her mouth, then kissed her again.
"Mmmhmm," she pressed her hands against the back of his neck, holding him there.
His one hand moved up then pulled her long hair out of her ponytail as he then lowered her against the couch and then straddled her as her kissed her. It was Sango's tongue that pushed past his teeth, and his tongue that pushed hers back.
Their mouths fought silently as Miroku ran his fingers through her hair.
"Sango... I love you." Miroku whispered.
Sango looked up. She seemed confused; "really?" she asked.
"Really really." He grinned, copying the Shrek line.
Sango grinned; "you need to get out more." She pulled his face back down to hers.
"Why bother when I have you right here?" he whispered as he kissed her again.
Now, a couch can be just as comfortable as a bed. And it's definitely more comfortable than the floor of a green house.