Disclaimer: No, I don't know where Inuyasha is. Really? He's missing? That's odd. *Muffled screams from the closet * "Help!" * Author grabs broomstick and pokes closet door * *nervous giggle * He he, sorry, I can't help there! Good luck finding him! ^-^!
A/N HEY beautify marvelous people of the world!!! It feels so good to be back! GOMEN NESAI!!! *Ducks frying pans chucked by angry readers * I feel so terrible about the exceedingly loooooong up-date! I'm so sorry, but I had a huge science project sitting over my head and when I was finally finished with it and was ready to type, the Windows on my computer froze! You would think that my parents being computer programmers could fix it, but they were 'too busy.' My dad just ended up installing Windows on my other computer today! I would continue, but I'm sure you are sick of hearing my pathetic excuses, so I digress.
Aamalie-tee hee! Of course it's 'Got Monk?"!!! That's so kawaii! Domo arigato, your chappy was exceptionally wonderful as well!
Izu- I can see it very clearly too…it's kinda creepy. ^-^! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to give any mental images at all, but I'm confuzzled (confused); isn't that what Inu always calls her? Thanx for R&R!
Lady Illusion-Thanks so much! (Believe me, I try.) You're right; Inu's not usually that mean. I was just trying to get across the fact that they don't get along. (Yet) Let's just say he was cranky from being woken up so early!
Sinqukusa-constructive criticism, much appreciated! Thanx so much! Gomen, I know I'm a horrible speller! (I like to blame it on the fact that I wasn't born here!) I will try to re-read my chappys more carefully! Yeah, Inu was too harsh when talking about Kag. I was just trying to get across the fact that they don't get along. (Yet) Let's just say he was cranky from being woken up so early!
Guys, I'm really sorry if the last chappy came across as me not liking Inu-baby! I LOVE HIM, I REALLY DO!!!…my inu!
Special shout out to my little sis, Lizzie, who's b-day was yesterday, and kage-san who's b-day was last Friday! ^-^!
Umm…the very beginning of this chappy is mostly descriptive, but please keep reading! (It will be worth it!) I think it's a little fluffy.
Chapter III: The Girl All The Bad Guys Fear
Some thing is wrong with the sum of usThat I can't seem to erase
How can I be the only one
With out a smile on my face -MB20
Third person POV
Sitting on the thin, gray covers of her bed pushed up against the window to the outside world on the cold, concrete wall, Sango rested her head on her knees and sighed. She could feel the warmth of the mid-day sunshine dance across her face. The vitality sounds of cars honking and passing in the busy streets of Tokyo, venders advertising their fruit and vegetable stands, and children laughing as they chased each other during their mid-day recess tickled her ears.
A small smile played on her lips as she closed her eyes and imagined herself outside, part of the hustle and bustle of life. She sighed, gently shook her head, and glanced around her jail cell.
It looked much more open and inviting filled with golden light pouring through the open, yet barred window, but it was it was still a jail cell. A light breeze blew through the window, playing with her hair. Any other day she would be rejoicing in such a glorious day, but not today.
Her heart clenched with pain when she looked outside again. More than anything, anything she whished to be outside, free and choosing her own fate rather than sitting here cooped up in her cell, not knowing what will happen to her next.
But alas, she was here and stuck here with no possible hope of ever getting out. She couldn't prove her innocence alone and who was going to help her? The guard? The janitor? That new lawyer of hers? Sango let out a laugh in dry hummer. She doubted if he could prove the innocence of a newborn lamb in front of a jury! Much less that of a framed murderer.
Sango picked unconsciously at the almost completely pealed off burgundy paint on her bed frame. She had to wonder why she told him as much as she did. Perhaps because she knew there was nothing he could do, so what would it hurt to feed his curiosity?
Outside, she saw a mother comforting her crying baby. Oh gosh, how she missed her family! Wrapping her arms around her legs, she leaned her head back to rest on the cold, hard, concrete wall and let it fall to the side.
Her family… they were all she had, all she had lived for. Her chocolate orbs clouded up with unshed tears as painful memories of her beloved family flooded back. She swallowed painfully, trying to force the lump in her throat back down.
Her father, sitting in the old leather chair, softly whispering the words of the newspaper as he read them. Her mother, baking warm cookies in the kitchen and fussing over the lock of hair that constantly framed Sango's face. She sniffled and unconsciously brushed away the same lock of hair.
Her brother, storming in through the front door after soccer practice and tracking mud all over the clean floor. Goodness knows where he was now; the police took him into custody. Even her cat, waiting for one of their late-night talks, curled up on Sango's bed. She was her best friend; some one she could always talk to and would never talk back.
'Now they're all gone.' Sango thought angrily. They're all gone and she's alone in this world. Roughly, she brushed away a tear that was starting its journey down her cheek, angry with herself for allowing herself to become so emotional.
Yes, she was alone. Maybe she couldn't escape on her own, but she could certainly take care of herself. She didn't need anybody. It's not like any needed her. 'Right. Be tough.' She resolved.
Music started to play in the background and grew louder with each passing footstep that approached, alerting the girl of another's presents.
"She's zee girl all zee bad guys vant! Ya she's zee girl all zee bad guys vant! I'm zee girl all zee bad guys vant!" A great mountain of a woman with light, short, curly blond hair appeared in Sango's view, singing along with her Walkman. A/n *^-^ * *author beams. *
She was exactly the kind of woman that gives those deathly painful massages, complete with a Russian accent. A/n *^_^ * *author squeals with delight. * The guard's nametag, which was old and pealing off her dark blue uniform, read "Olga." A/n *^__^* *author squeals louder and jumps up and down with joy. * Sango frowned in confusion; how many prison guards listen to "Bowling For Soup"?
"I'm zee girl all zee bad guys bad guys vant!" She told Sango proudly in her Russian accent. A/n *^___^* *Author passes out from over-joy. * Sango sweat dropped.
"Come." Olga said, "Time to see lawyer, sveetheart." She unlocked the door and escorted Sango out, not noticing her groan.
Their footsteps echoed in the silent, gloomy hallway, awakening prisoner in their cells as they passed. The convicts were glaring at Sango from both directions. She slumped her shoulders in an attempt to hide from the world that seemed to hate her so much.
The key clicked as it slid into the keyhole, reveling the horribly grungy office with a perverted lawyer sitting on his desk. Sango regarded with apathetic interest that unlike all the normal lawyers of the world, this one insisted upon wearing a white, silk button-up shirt and baggy black pants instead of a suit.
"Ah, welcome, welcome ladies! Onigai (please) come in!" Miroku gushed jumping off his desk.
"We did." Olga said plainly.
"Of course you did! I was simply blinded by your radiant beauty!" He took Olga's hand and kissed it. A/n *author swoons. * "Tell me, my dear," he continued, gazing up into her eyes, for she was much taller than him, "What is the name that fits along with this heavenly creature?"
Olga blushed. "My name Olga." She said, "Ve must have dinner togezer, yes?"
"Uhh…" poor Miroku paled a little realizing the trouble he had gotten himself into. "But surely a lady such as yourself must have a boyfriend?" He asked hopefully, trying to get himself out of the grave he just dug.
"Neyt!" Olga exclaimed enthusiastically. "I am all yours! I call you!" She slapped Miroku's behind and skipped out the door. A/n *author blushes and faints again. *
"Guess she really is the girl all the bad guys want."
Miroku turned, for the first time noticing a smirking Sango standing off to the side of his office with her arms folded over her chest.
"Yeah, and I'm Bob Dole." He said sarcastically. (A/n Bob Dole: to my deepest dismay, I own him not. For those of you who don't know who he is, he ran for president a couple terms ago. ^_^!)
Sango's smirk extended just a little further and she closed her eyes gently shaking her head, finding herself feeling a little better.
Miroku examined the girl in front of him with slight curiosity. She seemed as pale and disheartened as the cold moonlight that often visited his apartment on lonesome nights. (Not that he had many of those, mind you.) He tried to picture her with a smile to decorate her features, to try to lighten up her face.
"The police gave me a survey for you to fill out. It's supposed to help them get to the bottom of this case." 'I really am starting to sound like an old, black and white detective movie, aren't I?' He thought critically. Miroku walked around his desk and sat down behind it in the squeaky chair, taking out the survey and flipping through its five pages of questions. His grin grew as he read through them. He could have fun with this!
"Here's your first question." He said, motioning for Sango to sit in front of him.
"And what's that, Bob Dole?" She asked hopping into the chair, which nearly collapsed from her weight. She watched the boy before her pull up his sleeves, reveling a couple light scratches that looked like they could have been made with… a pink swirly straw? Sango shook her head at the ridiculous thought. Miroku let the questions fly at light speed.
"Are you innocent?"
"Yes"
"Are you nineteen?"
"Yes"
"Did you love your parents?"
"Yes"
"Did Naraku harm you?"
"Yes"
"Are you currently resigning in jail?"
"Yes"
*Four and three-fourths pages of yeses later. *
Miroku had now finished with the survey, but Sango didn't need to know that.
"Is the sky blue?"
"Yes"
"Did green giraffes take over Venus?"
"Yes"
"Do you think I'm hot?"
"Yes"
"Do you want to have my kids?"
"Yes"
"Can I grope you?"
"Ye-"
…?…
…?!…
"YOU SICK, TWISTED PERVERT! YOU TRIKED ME!" Sango jumped up from her chair (which squeaked again, of course) and started throwing what ever random objects were with in her reach at poor Miroku trying (and pathetically failing) to shield himself with his hands.
"My lady I-ouch! Only meant to-yow! Bring a-ow! Smile to -OUCH! Your face."
Sango lowered the law dictionary (those things are enormous) in her hands and glared at her lawyer. "Please explain how tricking me into saying unimaginably disgusting things could possibly make me smile." She said through grinded teeth.
Miroku grinned. "I was only helping you express your true emotions towards me, but please try to contain this passion of yours, as I am a gentleman and would hate for you to ruin my reputation-OUCH!
The dictionary was no longer in Sango's possession. (A/n Poor baby) Poor Miroku got up off the floor where the dictionary had knocked him and nursed a painful bump on his head the size of the Great Pyramid.
"If I'm an incompetent lawyer from the concussion you just gave me, I won't hesitate to sue you." He joked, trying to make her laugh. Sadly, his attempt failed worse than communism.
Sango folded her arms over her chest again, and leaned against the wall. "You had permanent head problems from the day you were born." She announced.
"True," Miroku agree, "but somehow they have gotten worse since I met you."
Sango frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Miroku grinned finally seeing his chance to make her smile. "Well it seems that every time we meet, I end up with a good beating."
Sango 'humped' trying to conceal her lips ever so slightly twitching up. "It's not like you don't deserve it."
Miroku smirked catching her trying to cover up her smile. "But my lady, it's not my fault, for you see I can't possibly be held accountable for the acts I commit in the presents of such un hailed beauty!" he gushed.
Sango tried to hide her growing smile, this time failing more. "Argg! You're such a flirt!" She tried to sound annoyed.
Miroku leaned on his desk and stared at her with a slightly amused smile playing on his lips, making her feel rather unnerved. "Ms. Haraikotsu, can you tell my why it is that you refuse to allow yourself to be happy?" he asked rather bluntly out of shear curiosity.
All of her facial emotions dropped and she turned away from her interrogator to face the wall she was still leaning on." I don't see where you would get that idea, and even if you did it would be none of your business." She said sharply with a touch of bitterness. "I, like any other normal woman just don't like being hit on, that's all."
"I was only trying to make you smile –"
"Look Mr. Kazaana," Sango interrupted, turning to face him again, "you are my lawyer, my legal attorney. You're not my friend."
Miroku was taken aback and just a little hurt, which greatly surprised him. Goodness knows that he has had his share of rejection from women, but…somehow this wasn't the same. It wasn't rejection per say, but rather a request (more a demand) to stay out of her business. He had become a lawyer for the sole purpose of helping people and meddling in their affairs, and here was his very first client telling him to back off. 'You're not my friend.' He straightened his stance and tried to appear unfazed. "But I think you could use a friend."
Sango shifted uncomfortably under his heavy gaze, and couldn't bring herself to look into his entrancing violet orbs. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Kazaana, but I'm fine on my own."
"Sveetcheeks!" Olga called throwing the door open and scaring both teenagers out of their skins. "I cook you borscht tonight!" She told Miroku cheerfully. (A/n Borscht is a Russian Beet soup) …The poor boy gulped and turned a little green. (Whether at the thought of what he would be having for dinner, or who he would be having dinner with, we shall never know.)
"Honestly, Ms. Olga, it's so wonderful of you to offer to cook for me, but really, I have had my share of beets for this week."
"Nonsense! Beets good for Mr. Kazaana, like Olga!"
"B-but I have to go home and-and floss my teeth." ? He quickly glared at Sango snickering in the background. 'Great." He thought, 'now she laughs.'
Olga looked more than a little hurt, (A/n *sniffle *) but suddenly cheered up. Nervous, Miroku slightly backed up from the threatening mountain that was trying to ask him on a date.
"This alright! I cook you galuptzy tomorrow!" (A/n Galuptzy is a Russian food of meat wrapped in vegetables, such as cabbage or tomatoes, and then boiled…I'm really not wetting you appetites for the Russian cuisine, am I?) Olga grabbed a still giggling Sango and skipped out the door, slamming it behind her.
Miroku walked over to the same door and took to banging his forehead against it in the similar fashion Sango had the other day. Yup, he was doomed! *~*~*~*~*~*
A/n Ok, we're going to play a little game! If you can figure out what the big deal is with Olga (why I used all the author notes) I'll put you in my story!!! You can even choose if you want to be a good or bad guy!!! It should be incredibly easy and obvious, but whatever.
"The Girl All the Bad Guys Want" is an awesome song by bowling for soup!
I kind of used the description of my grandparents for Sango's mom and dad. Thankfully, they are both alive and well!
Remember, the only way I know to fix something is if you review and tell me!
Thanks sooooooooo much for taking your time to read! PLEASE REVIEW!!! (I'll love you forever!!!)
RQD (random quote of the day):
"Boys are cute like puppies, then they grow up to be dogs!"-Me!
^-^!