^____________^ I am in my happy place! Ironically, I always start a chapter while I'm in my happy place….
Chapter 23: Osuwari!!
Well one advance that Sango had, was that the samuri only had a dagger (or so appeared to only have a dagger), and she had a sword. She knew by experience that people who carry daggers are tricky and like to use the element of surprise. She had a feeling that the samuri was smart enough to come better prepared when going against a demon exterminator. Sango would just have to watch where the samuri's hands went. She lunged forward and swung her sword. The samuri took a step back and with amazing accuracy and speed, blocked a sword blow with a three inch dagger blade. Sango didn't stop to be amazed though, she went for the next blow. Blocked again.
She began attacking in fury sweeps. Each blow was blocked, and the samuri didn't break a sweat. Sango was using the most advanced sword techniques she could remember. This samuri was obviously very wise and experienced. Perhaps even a very old demon in the form of a young samuri.
"What'cha thinkin' about?" the samuri smiled and asked.
Sango's eyes widened slightly and she leapt back. The samuri continued to smile but didn't make a move to attack her.
'How stupid of me!' Sango mentally kicked herself. 'He hasn't attacked me at all this whole time! Why? Is he analyzing my moves?? Is he waiting for me to tire out??? I don't think I've read enough Manga to know!!!'
"I see you like to become well prepared too!" the samuri called to her.
"What?" Sango asked.
Suddenly the samuri darted forward with the speed of a wolf and drew the dagger up.
FWSH! FWSH! FWSH! FWSH!
Sango saw multiple flashes of light, they went by so fast. And somehow the samuri had gone back to the same spot from before the attack. "I knew it." The samuri declared. "You have two hidden blades on each arm,"
The sleeves and cloth wrapped around Sango's arms practically desintagrated. They fell apart in shreds and landed in the grass below.
"You also have poisonous fume bombs, a few daggers of your own – and if I were you, I'd fine some better silk fabrics to wear." Right at the word "wear", The blue cloth pack she had tied around her waist ripped open causing all of her little exterminator toys to fall out. The bell of her kimono ripped halfway on the side of her left leg and right leg along with the cloth that held two daggers in sheath, the front of her blouse ripped slightly and another sheathed dagger fell out. Sango sunk to the ground in order to hold the rest of her kimono together. As soon as she hit the grass, her hair tie split in half.
Oh shit, she thought.
"So," the samuri asked. "Do you surrender?"
Sango looked crestfallen. She looked over at Kirara who had passed out from the poison. If she gave up, Kirara might die! But she knew she was outmatched, and she also knew that if she stood up she would end up kimono-less.
"Let me ask this way then," the samuri started. "If you surrender, you and your kitty cat won't have to die, I'll give you a new kimono and you'll be on your way as soon as I get the information. Or you can choose not to surrender, fight in your birthday suit, eventually loosing and dying and meeting your cat in death."
Sango glared and blushed flusteredly.
The samuri shrugged and smiled, "Your choice not mine, Luv."
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When Shin'yo woke up, she found herself no longer in the great outdoors. She felt tired….and still a bit warm. Her vision was a bit blurry but she could tell there was a roof over her head and a futon against her back. Her sharp ears picked up the sound of footsteps and a nearby screen door opening. Shicho walked in with a couple cloth bags filled with ice under his arms. He closed the screen door with the heel of his foot and walked over.
Shin'yo moaned from the heat she felt in her head.
Shicho shushed her as he spread her arms out in a "T" shape to her body. "Don't worry, you just got a little overheated out there."
Shin'yo gasped as he placed a bag of ice over each of her armpits. He chuckled at her discomfort. "You know it's not good to walk around wearing four layers of kimono during the hottest day of the year." He placed a small bag of ice against her neck.
"Luckily my wife taught me how to treat heatstroke and other summer pleasures." He grinned to himself. Shin'yo was still a bit dazed and confused. She really didn't feel like browsing through her immense mental library of medical information.
Suddenly he spread her legs.
Shin'yo's eyes widened for a brief second, but her first assumption was only half right.
Yes, he did get a good look at that spot (covered by dress), but the real reason he opened her legs was so that he could put the last ice pack over that spot. Her eyes opened even wider. He couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, that'll wake ya' up, won't it?!" He laughed again and shook his head. Shin'yo's saucer sized eyes turned slowly to look at him.
The blue – eyed man Shicho. He was even better looking close up. Why did my best friends husband just put a bag of ice down there?
He smiled down at her in amusement before asking, "So, how do you feel? Feel any better do ye'?"
Shin'yo nodded not taking her eyes off of him.
"That's good." He smiled down at her caringly. "I don't get many visitors, and it would be a shame to let a lovely lady like you go into shock." He reached out and pushed a lock of light brown hair away from her face, then played with it.
Shin'yo was pretty sure her face was red from the sun, but if it wasn't…
"By the look of you – you must be some type of aristocrat, eh? Go on! Tell of your travels Ms…."
"Ha." Shin'yo said.
"Ms. Ha?"
"Ha Shin'yo," She tilted her chin a bit without realizing it, giving herself a coy, pouty look. "Fox demoness, enchanter, healer, botanist."
(AN: "Ha" means leaf. So her name would be "Leaf Trust." ^^)
"He looked amazed which also made her feel like blushing. "I'm Aka Shicho: Dog demon, warrior, sex god, Top Dog. That's a mighty long resume Ms. Ha Shin'yo."
"Miss Ha Shin'yo." She corrected him. Lord knows why….
He nodded still smiling, "Miss Ha Shin'yo – I see…"
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(AN: ^______________^ Hmmm…so much sexual tension in one setting…)
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The door to the little hut swung wide open. A wave of hot oxygen spilled out from the opening as two lovers walked out. Inu Yasha and Kagome. Kagome and Inu Yasha. Ka Yasha. Inuome. Ben lo.
They came out together, grinning like teenagers, with their hands in each other's back pants pockets. Kagome was in sunshine and buttercups; she was in between girly fantasies and thoughts, big fat grins and sweet, adoring glances, and teeny little giggles that are so sweet, you're afraid that if you get to close you'll get diabetes.
Inu Yasha was in his high platform of happiness too. Felt all manly and stuff. A bit tired, but he felt really happy and like the top dog! ^_~ Strangely, he also felt really manly and at the same time like a playful little puppy.
They stopped and he gave her a big bear hug, lifting her feet off of the ground. Kagome hugged back and lifted her legs so that they bent in a "V" shape. Inu Yasha put his face in the top of her hair, purred and giggled, "I luv yu, Kagome!" =^_______^=
"I luv yu tu, Inu Yasha – sama!" =^_______^=
They both giggled and spun around a little bit in their happy little world.
Sango had on a new kimono. A very plain one that went knee length. The samuri made her get rid of the rest of her kimono – shreaded or not. At least she was aloud to change in private. Of course, Kirara was practically held at knife point to make sure Sango came back. The samuri patted her down to make sure she didn't have any more hidden weapons or stored tricks; then her wrists were tied together above and behind her head to the arm of a tree. Her feet were tied together, while the other end of the rope wrapped around a good sized rock. Roughly the size of her own head. The samuri then sat down on the ground next to the pain demon cat in order to tie her up too. Though Sango thought it was quite plain that Kirara was hurting to much to do anything that would require chaining her to a big boulder.
Sango glared at the back of the Samuri's head. "So – what do you plan on doing with us?"
The samuri looked back at the nervous and angered look on her face. Sango had to throw disgust into the mix. When she saw the cold, uninterested look on the samurai's face, it filled her with hate – especially since it reminded her so much of Naraku. The samuri snorted at her emotions and turned back to the square knots. "Peh, you look like you think I'm gonna rape you or something."
Sango's skin pricked causing her shoulders to move up nearer to her ears.
"Whatever." The samuri growled. "It's not you that I'm after anyway."
Well it's not that Sango wasn't glad about that; but she still had to get free.
The samuri stepped back to admire the job well done. Kirara looked weak and pale. She was even shivering at the feeling of the rope gripping against her fur. She let out a pitiful mew.
Sango felt for her. Hopefully her kitty could survive long enough for her to find a way to get free.
The samuri suddenly got out some funny plant with weird leaves. The samuri ripped it down the middle of the stalk and bit off the lining of the leaves. The leaf and exposed insides of the shoot began to bleed a light green gel. The samuri folded the half of stalk of one piece in half and squeezed it over Kirara's face. A droplet of the goo slowly seeped off and landed on the kitty's nose, over the cut. Kirara made a sound indicating that she did not like its strong smell. The samuri placed one of the smaller leaves over it and left it like that.
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Shippou blew on a small red berry and it lit with a small crimson flame. He blew it again onto the floor of the hut and it became a miniature version of Miroku. Inu Onna stared at it wide eyed and backed away cautiously. Shippou smiled at her. Then looked at his other berry creations. Three berry people who were made to look like Sango, Shippou, and Rin stood together singing, "We all live in the yellow submarine, the yellow submarine, the yellow submarine,"
Off a few inches, Sesshomaru and Kagome were river dancing to the tune. The Miroku berry person stood with the Inu Yasha and Shio berry person and speculated. They mostly speculated the dancing Kagome image.
Inu Onna inched forward slowly on all fours watching the berry people for sudden movements. She reached out with her hand bent like a paw and nudged the Inu Yasha berry person, whom fell over and made an 'omph!' sound. Inu Onna jerked back and yipped.
Shippou couldn't contain his giggles. Sitting next to Inu Onna was a hologram that Sumiko had left of herself. It looked exactly like her elven year old self, except she had a crown of berries tied together at the stems on her head. And every once in a while she would stutter when she said something. She smiled and patted Inu Onna on the back. Inu Onna looked up at her nervously.
"Don't fret-fret, Puppy child!" Sumiko hologram said. "Berry people don't hurt y-you, lookie!" Sumiko reached out grabbed the Miroku berry person and held it up by it's leg.
Inu Onna looked at the wriggling berry Miroku horrified, as if it were a banana spider dangling by its leg.
(AN: Most deadly spider I know of! _)
The pup screamed, whacked the berry Miroku out of her hand and hid her face in her arms on the floor crying. The berry Miroku flew through the air and hit the wall, splattering red berry juice everywhere.
"Oh!" Sumiko hugged her. "Sumiko sor-sor-sorry puppy child! It's o-okay!"
It was too late for apologies! Inu Onna was mad at Sumiko for holding that scary bug that looked like that tall guy in front of her face. Right now, all Inu Onna wanted was her mommy and daddy – wherever they were.
Shippou sweatdropped, but soon resumed playing with the berry people. He looked at the Kagome berry person and told her, "Go sit, him!" he pointed at the Inu Yasha berry who's eyes widdened at this command.
Sumiko set Inu Onna down so she could watch. The Kagome image walked over and pointed at the little dog boy image. She shouted in a chipmunk voice, "Osuwari!"
TAP!
It made a sound like someone dropping a rock on the sand.
Inu Onna knew that word and she said aloud to herself, "Owa…"
Shippou giggled. He loved when Kagome did that to the big muke. "Do it again."
The little Inu Yasha image shook his head pleadingly, but the little Kagome image didn't hesitate to do it again, "Osuwari!"
TAP!
Inu Onna listened to it again, "Owasa…"
Shippou giggled. "Do it again!"
"Osuwari!"
TAP!!
Inu Onna consentrated, "Owasorri…."
Shippou laughed out loud, he couldn't get enough of it! ^_^ "Do it again!"
"Osuwari, Osuwari! Osuwari!"
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Shippou fell backwards laughing his head off as a little inu yasha shaped hole about the size of a gingerbread man appeared in the floor.
"Osuwari!!"
Shippou froze with his legs in the air. He stopped laughing and his eyes grew wide.
Sumiko looked densely at Inu Onna.
The image Kagome kneeled sympathetically over the Inu Yasha shaped mark in the ground.
Inu Onna looked from the images to Shippou and barked, "Osuwari!"
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The samuri reached into a small brown pack and pulled out a decorative vial of transparent orange liquid. The samuri opened it and poured it into a flat dish.
Sango scrunched up her nose as the smell of really cheap perfume hit her nostrils.
"Mmm, smell that?" the samuri asked her. "Smells like freshly cut flowers sprinkled over a babbling brook with a hint of lemon." The samuri then went back into the brown pack and pulled out a shikon shard.