Chapter 6:  by Kojika85

Whoever invented coach seating clearly had her torture in mind. One of the many banes of her existence had stolen her window seat, while another presently sat next to her in another isle seat. Oh how fate enjoyed tormenting her soul. Try as she might, the in flight movie was no help either. 'Gone With the Wind' was never on her 'hot' list.

Miroku, next to her, was presently passed out as he drooled all over her shoulder. She found it morbidly fascinating, how his salivary glands kept up the exhausting job of making him seem like a complete ass. But he was HER ass. She smiled as the thought crossed her mind. No one would come between them. Not some young stewardess and definitely not Saito.

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Saito never allowed his eyes to stray from the movie playing before him, but stole quick glances at Sango who sat across the isle from him. She looked to be about as engrossed in the movie as he was. Of course, he never thought of her as the 'romance cinema' type. No, she was more the Bruce Lee in "Enter the Dragon" type. She was more of the action genre persuasion.

He mentally berated himself. No more thoughts of HER! Thoughts of her brought back old memories, and old pains. He had told her then, he was reminding himself now; love was not a luxury afforded to someone in his line of work. Besides, she had made it quite CLEAR earlier at the airport that she was content with the lech. 'Course that was before the little scene that had taken place earlier.

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"Would you like some help placing your baggage in the holding bin?" Sango almost groaned out loud when she heard the innocent question directed at her boyfriend. The feeling was reinforced at the lecherous gleam that took over his violet orbs. The stewardess was dressed in the airline's uniform which consisted of a skirt that came a little above her knees, and a white form fitting blouse with a button up front. The top two buttons were undone showing off a little cleavage.

"Why yes beautiful maiden. I would love your assistance." Sango was tempted to smack her amorous boyfriend, but restrained herself. She didn't need to embarrass herself in front of Saito any more than she had done already. She didn't need to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Said man was presently seating himself comfortably across from her. She idly worried that he may be going to compete in the show, but quickly squashed the thought. His stop was more than likely in Hawaii.

The stewardess stood on tip-toe to place the bags into the compartment. In doing so, she allowed her skirt to ride up her thigh giving a seemingly wondrous view of her legs. Her skin tight blouse also rose up to reveal very feminine abs to the wary eye, and her breasts to bunch up giving off more cleavage than was absolutely necessary under the circumstances.

Miroku was beside himself with glee at the 'show', he was even more happy when she remained that way longer than necessary. She gave him a flirtatious wink before she allowed her arms to drop down to her sides and moved away to offer assistance to other passengers.

When she was sure the stewardess was no longer in hearing range and therefore also seeing range, Sango turned to Miroku seething with underlining rage.

"Did you like the view?"

"Yes it was lovely....." Said with a dreamy look in his eyes, until he realized to whom he was talking, "But not as lovely as you my dear Sango!"

"Riiiight," she drawled out, "by the way, wipe your chin. You have dribble." With that, she turned and settled herself into her seat, not revealing the turmoil and hurt she felt on the inside.

Miroku gave a nervous chuckle as he did indeed find that he was drooling.

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There was little doubt that Miroku was unfaithful to his girlfriend, and if anything the little scene earlier had only reinforced suspicions, if not demanded to warrant absolute fact. Sango, try as she might, could only wait till their time on the island was complete before breaking it off.

For the time being, she would remain the naive girlfriend, if only for the fact that she didn't want her personal life emblazoned for all to see on national television. She didn't want to have to compete with him giving snide remarks concerning their time together. Hateful words that would burn her to the core and her co-workers would be watching. Sango didn't need the hazing post-show.

'I will play my part Miroku, but you have better damn well not make an ass out of yourself in the meantime.' She thought bitterly, 'Once this is all over, we're through.'

She noticed the movie had finished, and looked down at the oblivious hentai sleeping peacefully. Then she took note that the drool on her shoulder was becoming ever more bothersome. Disgusted she gently lifted his head from her shoulder and went to the bathroom to see if she could maybe dry to the offending wetness from her t-shirt.

Miroku woke to find himself alone. The 'pillow' he had been using was no where to be seen. Deciding to see if she was in the bathroom, he stood and went to follow. He wanted to apologize to her for his earlier actions, and he already had a few different ways of doing so in mind. He was not above being a member of the 'mile high club'.

Saito watched as Sango left for the back of the cabin. He chuckled inside when he saw the rather large wet spot on her shoulder, and deduced that she was on a mission to rid herself of such a nuisance. He frowned when he saw the cause of such a discomfort rise and follow a few minutes after. He didn't want to think of what activities a hentai such as Miroku would want to do with Sango in an airplane bathroom.

Whatever he was up to, THAT wouldn't happen as long as he was around to stop it. Though such trivial matters were not his place, and he had already resolved to remain in the shadows, Sango didn't deserve to be used in such a way. Though if she had fallen so far from grace, perhaps she wasn't whom he thought she was at first.

Saito followed, but when he reached the back, he found something he never in a million years expected.

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"Oh missy, I'd like some more peanuts." Sanosuke drawled out to a passing stewardess. He leaned back in his seat, with his long legs stretched out far before him as he kept his dark eyes focused on the stewardess.

"Sure, no prob hun. Just give me a sec." She retreated down the isle adding sway to her hips. Now that Sanosuke thought about it.....did that stewardess have an Adams apple? He decided to check for himself if she did when she came back with his peanuts. He had had the munchies for the entire flight. Three stewardesses had refused to get him anymore after he had sent them each back ten times for more.

'No one seams to understand that I am a grown man and I NEED my nourishment. hmph.....well as much nourishment as one can get from peanuts.'

A few minutes later, Sanosuke was getting upset. His peanuts had not come yet, and he still was curious as to whether the stewardess was really a she or not. One could hardly tell anymore. It's breasts sure as hell looked real enough though. He decided to take matters into his own hands, and stormed into the back.

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Sango walked out of the bathroom, and heard moaning coming from behind a curtain. She swiftly pulled it back to reveal Miroku and the stewardess from earlier in a compromising position. She held Miroku pinned against the wall of the small cabin, and they were making out. Neither noticed her, as she stood in shock.

Then from out of nowhere, Saito walked up behind her. He saw what was going on and was almost overcome with disgust. Seeking to comfort, Saito placed his hand on Sango's shoulder, but pulled it back abruptly when she jumped.

The noise of someone gasping, and Sango's movement startled the two would- be lovers as everything seemed to still into silence. No one saying a word.

"So I guess my peanuts will have to wait a few more minutes then eh miss...ter?"

There was a collective gasp, as everyone turned to the stewardess.

"Ehehehe, how did you know I was a guy? You take all the fun out of it ya know. By the way Mister Miroku, the name is Jakotsu."

Saito chuckled audibly at Miroku's pale face. Sango seethed in anger. Saito had seen her vulnerable, and had bore witness to the scene. Not only that, but Miroku hadn't even bothered to get the person whom he was planning a quick rut with's name.

Gathering her shattered pride, she faced her heartbreaking heart throb. She willed back tears that threatened to fall, and composed her face into such a look of indifference; Sesshomaru would have been proud.

"Miroku, it's over between us. I suggest you find someone to trade seats with you, because if I see you again anytime soon; I might just kill you." She then returned to her seat and Saito followed.

"My, my, Miroku, you never told me you were here with someone." Jakotsu chuckled.

Miroku paled even more before he fainted and fell in a heap.

"Well, I guess another one bites the dust eh?" He said as he turned to Sanosuke.

"They just can't stand your exotic luvin, now about those peanuts?"

"Oh sure." Jakotsu turned and handed him about ten packets of salted peanuts. "I guess that should do it for now."

"Thanks." He drawled as he too returned to his seat. He wasn't too sure of what to make of Jakotsu. He wasn't attracted to him, not by a long shot, but if he played his cards right, there would be a 'stewardess' that wouldn't frown on his need for nourishment. Blackmail and a few nice words were the key to an unlimited supply of peanuts. Thinking with one's stomach never hurt anybody.

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"You know; you keep eating those things and you'll get fat." A quiet voice asked him.

Sanosuke turned and saw a woman sitting next to him with dark brown eyes and long black hair tied back in a loose pony-tail. Her bangs covered most of her forehead with two loose strands framing her face. She wore light lip-gloss, but other than that, no other makeup could be seen. Her eyes freaked him out though. They were almost lifeless in their torpid state.

"I don't care, I'm hungry." Sanosuke reasoned, "by the way, the name's Sanosuke."

"Tomoe."

Well that was one of the weirdest conversations he had ever had. Funny, but he hadn't noticed that there had been someone sitting next to him, and he was already four hours into the flight! He nearly spilled his hard won bag of greasy peanuts when Tomoe spoke unexpectedly.

"Are you going to be competing in the show?" Her voice made a sad attempt at being chipper, to no avail.

"Yeah, you?"

"Uh huh." Tomoe answered

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Sanosuke was almost beside himself. Finally he was having a conversation with a somewhat 'normal' girl. This one wasn't making out with other womens' guy, and she certainly wasn't one herself!

"I'm an assistant public relations advisor."

"Really? Where'd you go to school?" He asked. 'Gotta keep the conversation going.'

"Baylor, in Waco, Texas."

"Oh, never heard of it."

Suddenly, a woman poked her head up and looked right at Tomoe. She also had dark brown eyes, with her long black hair in a loose pony-tail.

"Did you say Baylor in Waco?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I went there. Which sorority did you join?"

"Alpha Beta Omega..."

"ABO!!! OH MY GOD, I was in the same sorority!!! Hey mister, can I trade seats with you?"

"Um sure I guess." Sanosuke stood. He knew better than to try to get between newly reunited sorority sisters. The seven layers of hell wouldn't be able to hide him properly in their wrath.

Sanosuke searched the woman from earlier and found where her seat was and he nearly laughed. It looked as if the Miroku character from earlier was able to get someone to trade seats with him after all. Apparently the 'sorority sister' had switched with him.

"Hey there missy, long time no see."

Sango turned to the familiar voice and groaned. This was NOT what she needed now.

"What do you want?"

"The missy that was sitting with you asked me to trade seats with her."

"So I guess I scared her off. Serves the bitch right."

"Excuse me?" Sano was a little worried. Had what happened earlier really put her in such a mood?

"Sorry. I just have no love for Kikyou."

"Who's Kikyou....." Then a lightbulb clicked, "wait the chick?"

"Yeah the chick."

"Mind telling me about it?"

"I'm a cop, she's a defense attorney. I put the scumbags in, she gets them back out on the streets again. We're enemies by nature."

"Oh. Hey, sorry about the scene earlier. So that looser was your guy huh?"

"Yeah. I would have ended up breaking it off sooner or later anyways."

"Oh, ok. By the way, the name's Sanosuke, but my friends call me Sano for short."

"Sango."

The two shook hands oblivious to the glares aimed to the back of their heads

Miroku was not in a good mood, plus he ended out being stuck sitting next to Saito. Sango had told them both in no uncertain terms that she was not in the mood to have to put up with any of their crap, which happened to include having to look at them. Now some stranger that had happened to show up during the airline drama, was homing in on their turf.

If the 'Sano' guy got any more friendly with Sango, heads would roll, and it would most likely be his.