Chapter 4: Run Sango
Sango screamed as her something ripped as he threw her clothes into a pile, as Sango struggled away from Miroku's grip that made her feel uncomfortable as she moved back he moved in forward with a slight smile across his face, as he looked at her exhale scared completely, and she knew wasn't in control. "Sango, why are you backing away? I thought we could... talk.." His voice was hasty and the grin on his face made her fear him as she pawed away for her boomerang and grabbed it thrusting it in front of the monk's face before he could make any move he was deciding on. He placed his staff against her pushing her to the floor, as she placed her boomerang against him restraining him, as she was in a effort to struggle. He smiled as he lightly touched her long black hair. "Sango I love you.. don't act like this.." He pleaded as there was something about him now where she couldn't trust him. She backed away with her weapon held against his in a effort struggle to get out of there, and also restrain the monk from touching her. "If you really loved me.... Miroku... you wouldn't be doing this!" She yelled between breaths as he just got pleasure watching her squirm and struggled. "This defiantly isn't Miroku!!!" She bit down at her lip as she shook her head getting Miroku off her mind and quickly forced her other hand and thrusted her boomerang straight at the monk that sent him brutally flying backwards with his staff still grasped in his hands, as he laid on the floor on his side. She got herself up cautiously and placed her boomerang over her shoulders as she slowly stepped over to the wounded monk, unsure what to expect.
She quickly stepped on his hands releasing the staff he held, and stuck it right against his throat appointing him, as he opened his eyes wincing at her. "Your not Miroku....So why must you attack me?" She said sternly as the monk swallowed and looked up at the vicious demon slayer who stood with his staff and her weapon bowled over her left shoulder. He dimly looked at her with a surprised innocent face. "Sango.. It's me Miroku... how do you not know who I am?" She slowly thought it was Miroku making a deep decision. "It can't be Miroku... can it?' She slowly closed her eyes he clear her thoughts and dropped his staff towards the ground, and placed down her weapon showing there was no harm to be done to him. Carefully, she bent down beside him looking at the wounds she had placed upon him, as he grabbed his stomach and winced indescribable pain. She looked shocked and disappointed that she had misjudged who he was and practically almost killed him, from the gaping wound left on his stomach. " I.. I almost killed.. Miroku!" She sobbed and caught her breath between every word and felt so guilty like she was a murder, all because her misjudgment on him. "I.. I.. Miroku..." She couldn't untangle her words all they came out as just cries as she looked at the damage done to him. Her boomerang was slashed red at the either ends and her hands from his wounds, the blood devoured her white skin, in color. "Miroku..." He looked up at her in pain as he dimly smiled as grabbed her against him. "Sango..it wasn't your fault.." He said doubtingly as she shook her head as he long black hair swayed controllably and her tears dripped onto Miroku and the floor. She lowered her head down into his chest grabbing his robes tightly smothering her face into him. "But it is! I took you as a demon, Miroku! I wounded you and it would be the last thing I'd do to you!" She pleaded as Miroku patted her on the back and held her up tightly in an embrace as the blood from him stained her outfit.
As they embraced, her tears soon dried but she wasn't going to forgive herself for it. She carefully grabbed some gauzes that were handy, left from Kagome and began nursing him to health as best as she could. "Here, it's the least I can do after inflicting you, Miroku." She placed the herbs in water as she placed them gently on his black as a medicine to realize his pain from the burning wounds that engulfed his whole back and chest. "Sango, you just misjudged.. I wouldn't blame you for your protecting yourself. Even in these feudal times, there's a lot more we should be aware of." Sango nodded as she almost finished placed the last gauze. Her side face Miroku, as he sat in the other direction as he treated him. He grinned, as the touch of his skin made her have chills go up the spine. He grabbed her skirt tie and pulled her back that made her fall down, before she could say anything, Miroku kissed her softly on the lips as she remained stunned and stood still. Then as they parted he whispered, "I love you.." She responded back as they parted, as she finished the last wound off as Miroku sat with a smile.
He grabbed a long strand of her hair and threw her back, that made her wince as she found herself against the wall, with her head bashed against the wall of the hut, causing her not to focus as she was in a daze, trying to find her weapon on the floor, as he felt pressure against her back. " Looking for this?" The monk smiled as she could see her weapon hanging from his hands clutching it as she looked up bewildered and confused of his actions, still trying to focus. "Well, you won't be needing it Sango. Learn to fight without weapons." He commented as both of his hands broke her weapon in half into pieces of wood as she laid there stunned, confused and shocked not understanding him. "My father gave that to me.. and he ruined it.. Miroku, why?" She pleaded as he pressed his foot harder into her back as she wincing and let out a whimper. "It's no use to you.." He snapped as dropped his staff as she watched it fall to the ground chiming with a loud noise as then she felt herself pinned and pressured to the ground with his weight against hers as she whimpered scared, and terrified that he got pleasure out of.
"Mir-roku.." She tried catching her breath as she felt his hands clutch her wrists, and his weight crush the rest of her legs and body restraining her from moving as she began to panic thinking of a way to run but it was futile. He grabbed his staff angrily, and threw it with force missing her face as it thusted into the ground like a dagger skinning the side on her face, leaving a huge scar on her face as she stared at the staff and back at him. She was beyond words she couldn't think or speak, she feared Miroku and shake she wasn't even able to move except she struggled. "Don't talk..." He commanded as her eyes were wide open with fear a side of Miroku she had never seen before, and trembled, his behavior was like Inuyasha's demon form the anger, the fear he brought into her. She swallowed and began to tear. "But.. Mir-Miroku.." He scowled with anger and his voice raised. "I told you not to speak!!!" He grabbed his staff again back in the air skinning the other side of her face to match the scars on her left cheek. He held his hand where his wind tunnel laid and held the beams firmly. "Talk again Sango, you'll see what happens..." He threatened her as she trembled when he saw his one hand held with the beams partly slipping purposely slipping. "Don't talk hear me!?" She nodded with fear in her eyes as when he saw the tears he smacked her and commanded her not to cry either. "Miroku.. what has happened to you?"
It was hard for her to hold back her tears but somehow she managed to hold herself together, and remain quiet, as she glanced at the angered Monk who had a tempted grin on his face. "Now, close your eyes." She swallowed and agreed as he placed his staff down and leaned over her, as she proceeded to see only darkness. His eyes feasted on her as she held her eyes tightly, grasping the ground as she leaned into her and ripped something that looked like white cloth and tied it tightly around her and ripped another cloth and gagged her mouth. "Now this is how it will be.." He smiled as Sango felt her clothes rip until she was holding on to her bra and began to helplessly run blindly for her life. "I gotta hurry and get out of here!!" Partly blinded she stood right in front of the door feet away as she ran as fast as she could with tears in her eyes. "Please.. let me make it!!"
( Did Sango get free or is gonna to get dragged back in? That's for you to guess.. Read and review...)
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Sango screamed as her something ripped as he threw her clothes into a pile, as Sango struggled away from Miroku's grip that made her feel uncomfortable as she moved back he moved in forward with a slight smile across his face, as he looked at her exhale scared completely, and she knew wasn't in control. "Sango, why are you backing away? I thought we could... talk.." His voice was hasty and the grin on his face made her fear him as she pawed away for her boomerang and grabbed it thrusting it in front of the monk's face before he could make any move he was deciding on. He placed his staff against her pushing her to the floor, as she placed her boomerang against him restraining him, as she was in a effort to struggle. He smiled as he lightly touched her long black hair. "Sango I love you.. don't act like this.." He pleaded as there was something about him now where she couldn't trust him. She backed away with her weapon held against his in a effort struggle to get out of there, and also restrain the monk from touching her. "If you really loved me.... Miroku... you wouldn't be doing this!" She yelled between breaths as he just got pleasure watching her squirm and struggled. "This defiantly isn't Miroku!!!" She bit down at her lip as she shook her head getting Miroku off her mind and quickly forced her other hand and thrusted her boomerang straight at the monk that sent him brutally flying backwards with his staff still grasped in his hands, as he laid on the floor on his side. She got herself up cautiously and placed her boomerang over her shoulders as she slowly stepped over to the wounded monk, unsure what to expect.
She quickly stepped on his hands releasing the staff he held, and stuck it right against his throat appointing him, as he opened his eyes wincing at her. "Your not Miroku....So why must you attack me?" She said sternly as the monk swallowed and looked up at the vicious demon slayer who stood with his staff and her weapon bowled over her left shoulder. He dimly looked at her with a surprised innocent face. "Sango.. It's me Miroku... how do you not know who I am?" She slowly thought it was Miroku making a deep decision. "It can't be Miroku... can it?' She slowly closed her eyes he clear her thoughts and dropped his staff towards the ground, and placed down her weapon showing there was no harm to be done to him. Carefully, she bent down beside him looking at the wounds she had placed upon him, as he grabbed his stomach and winced indescribable pain. She looked shocked and disappointed that she had misjudged who he was and practically almost killed him, from the gaping wound left on his stomach. " I.. I almost killed.. Miroku!" She sobbed and caught her breath between every word and felt so guilty like she was a murder, all because her misjudgment on him. "I.. I.. Miroku..." She couldn't untangle her words all they came out as just cries as she looked at the damage done to him. Her boomerang was slashed red at the either ends and her hands from his wounds, the blood devoured her white skin, in color. "Miroku..." He looked up at her in pain as he dimly smiled as grabbed her against him. "Sango..it wasn't your fault.." He said doubtingly as she shook her head as he long black hair swayed controllably and her tears dripped onto Miroku and the floor. She lowered her head down into his chest grabbing his robes tightly smothering her face into him. "But it is! I took you as a demon, Miroku! I wounded you and it would be the last thing I'd do to you!" She pleaded as Miroku patted her on the back and held her up tightly in an embrace as the blood from him stained her outfit.
As they embraced, her tears soon dried but she wasn't going to forgive herself for it. She carefully grabbed some gauzes that were handy, left from Kagome and began nursing him to health as best as she could. "Here, it's the least I can do after inflicting you, Miroku." She placed the herbs in water as she placed them gently on his black as a medicine to realize his pain from the burning wounds that engulfed his whole back and chest. "Sango, you just misjudged.. I wouldn't blame you for your protecting yourself. Even in these feudal times, there's a lot more we should be aware of." Sango nodded as she almost finished placed the last gauze. Her side face Miroku, as he sat in the other direction as he treated him. He grinned, as the touch of his skin made her have chills go up the spine. He grabbed her skirt tie and pulled her back that made her fall down, before she could say anything, Miroku kissed her softly on the lips as she remained stunned and stood still. Then as they parted he whispered, "I love you.." She responded back as they parted, as she finished the last wound off as Miroku sat with a smile.
He grabbed a long strand of her hair and threw her back, that made her wince as she found herself against the wall, with her head bashed against the wall of the hut, causing her not to focus as she was in a daze, trying to find her weapon on the floor, as he felt pressure against her back. " Looking for this?" The monk smiled as she could see her weapon hanging from his hands clutching it as she looked up bewildered and confused of his actions, still trying to focus. "Well, you won't be needing it Sango. Learn to fight without weapons." He commented as both of his hands broke her weapon in half into pieces of wood as she laid there stunned, confused and shocked not understanding him. "My father gave that to me.. and he ruined it.. Miroku, why?" She pleaded as he pressed his foot harder into her back as she wincing and let out a whimper. "It's no use to you.." He snapped as dropped his staff as she watched it fall to the ground chiming with a loud noise as then she felt herself pinned and pressured to the ground with his weight against hers as she whimpered scared, and terrified that he got pleasure out of.
"Mir-roku.." She tried catching her breath as she felt his hands clutch her wrists, and his weight crush the rest of her legs and body restraining her from moving as she began to panic thinking of a way to run but it was futile. He grabbed his staff angrily, and threw it with force missing her face as it thusted into the ground like a dagger skinning the side on her face, leaving a huge scar on her face as she stared at the staff and back at him. She was beyond words she couldn't think or speak, she feared Miroku and shake she wasn't even able to move except she struggled. "Don't talk..." He commanded as her eyes were wide open with fear a side of Miroku she had never seen before, and trembled, his behavior was like Inuyasha's demon form the anger, the fear he brought into her. She swallowed and began to tear. "But.. Mir-Miroku.." He scowled with anger and his voice raised. "I told you not to speak!!!" He grabbed his staff again back in the air skinning the other side of her face to match the scars on her left cheek. He held his hand where his wind tunnel laid and held the beams firmly. "Talk again Sango, you'll see what happens..." He threatened her as she trembled when he saw his one hand held with the beams partly slipping purposely slipping. "Don't talk hear me!?" She nodded with fear in her eyes as when he saw the tears he smacked her and commanded her not to cry either. "Miroku.. what has happened to you?"
It was hard for her to hold back her tears but somehow she managed to hold herself together, and remain quiet, as she glanced at the angered Monk who had a tempted grin on his face. "Now, close your eyes." She swallowed and agreed as he placed his staff down and leaned over her, as she proceeded to see only darkness. His eyes feasted on her as she held her eyes tightly, grasping the ground as she leaned into her and ripped something that looked like white cloth and tied it tightly around her and ripped another cloth and gagged her mouth. "Now this is how it will be.." He smiled as Sango felt her clothes rip until she was holding on to her bra and began to helplessly run blindly for her life. "I gotta hurry and get out of here!!" Partly blinded she stood right in front of the door feet away as she ran as fast as she could with tears in her eyes. "Please.. let me make it!!"
( Did Sango get free or is gonna to get dragged back in? That's for you to guess.. Read and review...)
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