Dedication:
This story is dedicated to the children.
To the children who went looking for a life and found instead, urban mire.
To the children who went to taste life and found instead concrete in their faces, before awakening to search again for comfort spun in shadowed glass in hidden laboratories.
To the children who found family on the streets, and in the alleys where hope is envisioned as dreams already spent and the future today.
To the children to whom the tunnel back appears a labyrinth with but a shriveled memory at the end.
To the children of the true promise...forgotten or misplaced.
Children—Please come home.
Chapter 1 –Filthy Perverts and Damndable Bastards-
"Another party coming to your end Sango!" Nick screamed down to Sango, who was busy collecting drinks from the bar, putting them on trays, ready to serve her waiting customers. "We're pretty well full over here!" She called back, before slinking through the crowds, sliding up to the table she had been looking after right now. A bunch of men. Horny bastards to. She had already snapped at them more then once tonight. They finally figured it out when she had told them to 'fuck around somewhere else!' The bouncers had been ready for some action. Fortunately, they were disappointed.
"Here's your drinks sirs, would you like something more?" she recited; they all shook their head no, telling her that they were fine for now. The weary Sango made her way back to the bar, leading in her newest party.
It was only two men, one was rather tall, and Sango couldn't help but notice handsome. His deep violet eyes were somewhat startling. His raven colored hair pulled down into a dragon-tail at the back of his head. He wore small-mirrored sunglasses, which he pulled down his nose to look at 'the view' as they followed Sango to a table.
The second man didn't seem so caught up in 'the view'; in fact he was more or less watching the surroundings, almost as if he was some sort of bodyguard. Which he was. He walked like he as not used to the height he was at. Even though he was only up to the first mans shoulders.
Sango brought them to a two-seater table near the back. The only seats that seemed to not be full in 'Nicks Place' the night club/restaurant.
"Business is pretty good today...huh?" the young man said, a polite smile coming to his face as he watched the pretty, yet fatigued waiter as she set down two glasses of water in front of either of them. "Yeah...still can't tell if that's a good or bad thing..." She sighed, receiving a smirk from both of them.
"What would you like this evening?" She asked, pulling out a small notepad to take their orders. The first white-clad man grinned devilishly, although the second cut in before he could say anything. "Two beers, two plates, chicken fingers and fries. Catsup on the side." He said with a sigh, knowing what he would want to eat, and what his companion would be force- fed if he didn't comply.
Sango smiled, jotting down as she turned to leave. The first mans eyes darted to her behind as she turned, sheer lust forming as his hand reached out, touching the forbidden area with a smile as he gently increased circle motions immediately after. Sango's eyes widened as she spun around "PERVERT!" She screeched, her hand twitching as she resisted the urge to slap him, knowing she would get into trouble.
"Miroku!" Hatchi chided, although the young man only grinned smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as he tapped his fingers upon the table top.
"You have to admit though... she has a nice ass." Hatchi grinned, although he couldn't help but shake his head. "You silly baka, will you ever realize that you are a complete pervert?"
Miroku rolled his eyes, "You don't get it...deep down, they all want it, they just have trouble showing it 'tis all..." He explained patiently, although he smirked the whole time. He wasn't completely stupid.
"Yes...and I'm queen of England you hentai houshi." He said shaking his head. Miroku grinned.
"I'm glad we agree your highness..."
~`~
Sango fumed as stormed back to the bar. Growling she threw the little notebook across to Jason who was working behind. Calling out the order he smiled warmly at her. "Something wrong Sango?" He asked, although he only got a glare in return.
"Oh...if I get touched one more time...I swear I'm gonna rip that persons head off." she snarled. Jason grinned.
"You always were the fighter weren't you?" He snickered before turning back. "Table twelve, ceaser salad and martini's." He said sliding the tray over. Sango took it, and made her way to her table. Trying to calm herself down.
When she walked. She could feel his eyes. Boring into her back. The most she could do was walk away. And pretend to not notice it. Or him. She dreaded when she would have to bring their order. She would talk to the one called Hatchi. But that Miroku as he was called, Gahck. Perverts. All men were alike.
Snorting, she grinned, as she walked back to the bar, her head held high. Despite the stares.
~`~
"Table 4. Beer, chicken fingers and fries." Jason said with a smirk to Sango. Grinning at the expression of disdain she made as she took the platter. Slowly, she dragged her heels as she walked to the back table again. Setting down the food she passed it out in front of either of the two customers. Ignoring Miroku.
When she bent over reaching out to refill the empty water glasses, she once again felt his hands. Screeching she stood back up with a start, the water picture jerking upward, covering Hatchi in ice cold water.
"YOU BASTARD DON'T DO THAT!" She snarled, baking away from a rather stunned Miroku. A smile playing across his face as he looked back up to her. "Do what baby?" He asked smoothly, making Sango simply glare.
Fuming she apologized to Hatchi. "I'm sorry sir. I'll get you a towel to dry off with." She mumbled as she placed the water back on the platter, walking back to the bar bright red.
Everyone was watching her. The waitress who had erupted on some poor helpless customer.
Poor customer her ass!
~`~
Hatchi glared back at the houshi as he pulled down some napkins from the dispenser on the table. Wiping off his face. "Yes...I'm sure deep down inside she loves it when you do that..." He snarled. Miroku simply smiled innocently in response. Lifting up a fry to his mouth he snickered. "I'll go get you a towel." He said standing up.
Although he was interrupted when Sango came back, blushing a little as she waited for him to step aside, before handing Hatchi the towel. Apologizing yet again. Hatchi snorted. "It was hardly your fault..." He pointed out. Sango sighed. Happy someone understood.
She stiffened immediately when she felt his breath on the back of his neck. Realizing how close he had got to her when she had been distracted.
"Already you're reacting to my touch. A little eager are we not?" Miroku asked smoothly, she felt his hands slip again. Although this time they did not linger on her backside. This time he was putting them right between her legs.
She screamed again, her fist clenching she whirled around, growling as her knuckles connected with Miroku's jaw.
"Don't you ever touch me again you filthy bastard!" She screeched. This time the bouncers began to make their way over right away. Already a small crowd was gathering. They were all expecting a fight.
"What if it was just like this...?" the monk whispered, lunging forward as if to grab her, although he never touched as he swerved just in time. Snarling Sango whirled her fist towards his head again, backfiring though as the side of her hand connected painfully with his shoulder. Swearing in pain she snarled as she felt the houshi come up behind her. She moved to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her there as he pinned down her other arm by putting his around it. She literally could not move in his grasp.
"You filthy, perverted, son of a bitch!" she snarled, but Miroku didn't seem to care.
"My, my will you look at that." He said into her ear as he pulled up her hand to examine it. A little skin had broken on her wrist bone, drawing a little blood when it had connected so stiffly with himself.
"Hatchimon. Get this young lady a bandage." He ordered, Hatchi nodded, standing up he stumbled through the crowd.
"I don't...need.... anything!" She snapped, trying to shift in his grip, although it only tightened, she could feel him against her. And the problem was, that instead of infuriating her more, it made her body tingle at the sensation. Almost, expectantly. Damn him!
"LET GO OF ME!" She cried out urgently, casting a helpless glance, the bouncers couldn't get through the crowd that had now gathered, and none of the people watching seemed to want to do anything to help the poor girl. They were all a bunch of perverts anyways. They just wanted to see some people get it on before their very eyes.
Hatchimon seemed to be able to slide through pretty good though. Sango thought as he reappeared again. Handing an opened bandage to Miroku, the monk took it, pinning Sango's right arm with his elbow as he attended to brushing some of the blood away with his finger, wiping it gently as he applied the bandage.
"Now was that so bad?" He asked as he released her, although he could feel his own self a little more clearly. The close contact had alerted him a little more then he would have liked, but he could tell that it had the same effect on her.
"You stupid...sickening son of a bitch. You damndable bastard..." Sango began to swear, noticing how much she was shaking, she tried to make it stop, but she couldn't.
"FIGHT!" Someone yelled from the crowd.
Miroku only shook his head, picking up his leather jacket from the chair, he grabbed the remaining chicken fingers, and a fistful of fries. "I suppose we are no longer welcome here. Come along Hatchi." Miroku sighed. Everyone seemed to part as he moved towards the exits. The bouncers glaring at him as he left. Once again, there had been no fun for them tonight.
~`~
Sango stared at the floor, dropping to her knees as she stared in disbelief. How the hell had he done that? She wondered as she stared at her hand. The bandage still there, she should have taken it off. But she didn't seem to have the strength to do so.
She felt arms lift her up as she stumbled back to the bar, Nick helping her. "C'mon dear. You best be getting home. It's already a little over your shift now." He said lightly. Sango nodded blankly. She had to get back home anyways. Who knew what Kohaku had gotten himself into tonight? If it had been anything like this.
"Ya. Thanks Nick." She croaked before walking out the back exit herself. Hoping like hell that nobody was waiting for her.
Her car had broken down quite some time ago. She had no money to get it fixed. She stuffed her hands into her pocket as she began to walk. Feeling something curled into them, she withdrew her hand, unclenching her fist, she revealed a roll of bills, and a small note written on a napkin.
'A tip' was all it said.
She stared at it. Continuing to walk.
She didn't stop shaking until three blocks down.
This story is dedicated to the children.
To the children who went looking for a life and found instead, urban mire.
To the children who went to taste life and found instead concrete in their faces, before awakening to search again for comfort spun in shadowed glass in hidden laboratories.
To the children who found family on the streets, and in the alleys where hope is envisioned as dreams already spent and the future today.
To the children to whom the tunnel back appears a labyrinth with but a shriveled memory at the end.
To the children of the true promise...forgotten or misplaced.
Children—Please come home.
Chapter 1 –Filthy Perverts and Damndable Bastards-
"Another party coming to your end Sango!" Nick screamed down to Sango, who was busy collecting drinks from the bar, putting them on trays, ready to serve her waiting customers. "We're pretty well full over here!" She called back, before slinking through the crowds, sliding up to the table she had been looking after right now. A bunch of men. Horny bastards to. She had already snapped at them more then once tonight. They finally figured it out when she had told them to 'fuck around somewhere else!' The bouncers had been ready for some action. Fortunately, they were disappointed.
"Here's your drinks sirs, would you like something more?" she recited; they all shook their head no, telling her that they were fine for now. The weary Sango made her way back to the bar, leading in her newest party.
It was only two men, one was rather tall, and Sango couldn't help but notice handsome. His deep violet eyes were somewhat startling. His raven colored hair pulled down into a dragon-tail at the back of his head. He wore small-mirrored sunglasses, which he pulled down his nose to look at 'the view' as they followed Sango to a table.
The second man didn't seem so caught up in 'the view'; in fact he was more or less watching the surroundings, almost as if he was some sort of bodyguard. Which he was. He walked like he as not used to the height he was at. Even though he was only up to the first mans shoulders.
Sango brought them to a two-seater table near the back. The only seats that seemed to not be full in 'Nicks Place' the night club/restaurant.
"Business is pretty good today...huh?" the young man said, a polite smile coming to his face as he watched the pretty, yet fatigued waiter as she set down two glasses of water in front of either of them. "Yeah...still can't tell if that's a good or bad thing..." She sighed, receiving a smirk from both of them.
"What would you like this evening?" She asked, pulling out a small notepad to take their orders. The first white-clad man grinned devilishly, although the second cut in before he could say anything. "Two beers, two plates, chicken fingers and fries. Catsup on the side." He said with a sigh, knowing what he would want to eat, and what his companion would be force- fed if he didn't comply.
Sango smiled, jotting down as she turned to leave. The first mans eyes darted to her behind as she turned, sheer lust forming as his hand reached out, touching the forbidden area with a smile as he gently increased circle motions immediately after. Sango's eyes widened as she spun around "PERVERT!" She screeched, her hand twitching as she resisted the urge to slap him, knowing she would get into trouble.
"Miroku!" Hatchi chided, although the young man only grinned smugly, crossing his arms over his chest as he tapped his fingers upon the table top.
"You have to admit though... she has a nice ass." Hatchi grinned, although he couldn't help but shake his head. "You silly baka, will you ever realize that you are a complete pervert?"
Miroku rolled his eyes, "You don't get it...deep down, they all want it, they just have trouble showing it 'tis all..." He explained patiently, although he smirked the whole time. He wasn't completely stupid.
"Yes...and I'm queen of England you hentai houshi." He said shaking his head. Miroku grinned.
"I'm glad we agree your highness..."
~`~
Sango fumed as stormed back to the bar. Growling she threw the little notebook across to Jason who was working behind. Calling out the order he smiled warmly at her. "Something wrong Sango?" He asked, although he only got a glare in return.
"Oh...if I get touched one more time...I swear I'm gonna rip that persons head off." she snarled. Jason grinned.
"You always were the fighter weren't you?" He snickered before turning back. "Table twelve, ceaser salad and martini's." He said sliding the tray over. Sango took it, and made her way to her table. Trying to calm herself down.
When she walked. She could feel his eyes. Boring into her back. The most she could do was walk away. And pretend to not notice it. Or him. She dreaded when she would have to bring their order. She would talk to the one called Hatchi. But that Miroku as he was called, Gahck. Perverts. All men were alike.
Snorting, she grinned, as she walked back to the bar, her head held high. Despite the stares.
~`~
"Table 4. Beer, chicken fingers and fries." Jason said with a smirk to Sango. Grinning at the expression of disdain she made as she took the platter. Slowly, she dragged her heels as she walked to the back table again. Setting down the food she passed it out in front of either of the two customers. Ignoring Miroku.
When she bent over reaching out to refill the empty water glasses, she once again felt his hands. Screeching she stood back up with a start, the water picture jerking upward, covering Hatchi in ice cold water.
"YOU BASTARD DON'T DO THAT!" She snarled, baking away from a rather stunned Miroku. A smile playing across his face as he looked back up to her. "Do what baby?" He asked smoothly, making Sango simply glare.
Fuming she apologized to Hatchi. "I'm sorry sir. I'll get you a towel to dry off with." She mumbled as she placed the water back on the platter, walking back to the bar bright red.
Everyone was watching her. The waitress who had erupted on some poor helpless customer.
Poor customer her ass!
~`~
Hatchi glared back at the houshi as he pulled down some napkins from the dispenser on the table. Wiping off his face. "Yes...I'm sure deep down inside she loves it when you do that..." He snarled. Miroku simply smiled innocently in response. Lifting up a fry to his mouth he snickered. "I'll go get you a towel." He said standing up.
Although he was interrupted when Sango came back, blushing a little as she waited for him to step aside, before handing Hatchi the towel. Apologizing yet again. Hatchi snorted. "It was hardly your fault..." He pointed out. Sango sighed. Happy someone understood.
She stiffened immediately when she felt his breath on the back of his neck. Realizing how close he had got to her when she had been distracted.
"Already you're reacting to my touch. A little eager are we not?" Miroku asked smoothly, she felt his hands slip again. Although this time they did not linger on her backside. This time he was putting them right between her legs.
She screamed again, her fist clenching she whirled around, growling as her knuckles connected with Miroku's jaw.
"Don't you ever touch me again you filthy bastard!" She screeched. This time the bouncers began to make their way over right away. Already a small crowd was gathering. They were all expecting a fight.
"What if it was just like this...?" the monk whispered, lunging forward as if to grab her, although he never touched as he swerved just in time. Snarling Sango whirled her fist towards his head again, backfiring though as the side of her hand connected painfully with his shoulder. Swearing in pain she snarled as she felt the houshi come up behind her. She moved to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her there as he pinned down her other arm by putting his around it. She literally could not move in his grasp.
"You filthy, perverted, son of a bitch!" she snarled, but Miroku didn't seem to care.
"My, my will you look at that." He said into her ear as he pulled up her hand to examine it. A little skin had broken on her wrist bone, drawing a little blood when it had connected so stiffly with himself.
"Hatchimon. Get this young lady a bandage." He ordered, Hatchi nodded, standing up he stumbled through the crowd.
"I don't...need.... anything!" She snapped, trying to shift in his grip, although it only tightened, she could feel him against her. And the problem was, that instead of infuriating her more, it made her body tingle at the sensation. Almost, expectantly. Damn him!
"LET GO OF ME!" She cried out urgently, casting a helpless glance, the bouncers couldn't get through the crowd that had now gathered, and none of the people watching seemed to want to do anything to help the poor girl. They were all a bunch of perverts anyways. They just wanted to see some people get it on before their very eyes.
Hatchimon seemed to be able to slide through pretty good though. Sango thought as he reappeared again. Handing an opened bandage to Miroku, the monk took it, pinning Sango's right arm with his elbow as he attended to brushing some of the blood away with his finger, wiping it gently as he applied the bandage.
"Now was that so bad?" He asked as he released her, although he could feel his own self a little more clearly. The close contact had alerted him a little more then he would have liked, but he could tell that it had the same effect on her.
"You stupid...sickening son of a bitch. You damndable bastard..." Sango began to swear, noticing how much she was shaking, she tried to make it stop, but she couldn't.
"FIGHT!" Someone yelled from the crowd.
Miroku only shook his head, picking up his leather jacket from the chair, he grabbed the remaining chicken fingers, and a fistful of fries. "I suppose we are no longer welcome here. Come along Hatchi." Miroku sighed. Everyone seemed to part as he moved towards the exits. The bouncers glaring at him as he left. Once again, there had been no fun for them tonight.
~`~
Sango stared at the floor, dropping to her knees as she stared in disbelief. How the hell had he done that? She wondered as she stared at her hand. The bandage still there, she should have taken it off. But she didn't seem to have the strength to do so.
She felt arms lift her up as she stumbled back to the bar, Nick helping her. "C'mon dear. You best be getting home. It's already a little over your shift now." He said lightly. Sango nodded blankly. She had to get back home anyways. Who knew what Kohaku had gotten himself into tonight? If it had been anything like this.
"Ya. Thanks Nick." She croaked before walking out the back exit herself. Hoping like hell that nobody was waiting for her.
Her car had broken down quite some time ago. She had no money to get it fixed. She stuffed her hands into her pocket as she began to walk. Feeling something curled into them, she withdrew her hand, unclenching her fist, she revealed a roll of bills, and a small note written on a napkin.
'A tip' was all it said.
She stared at it. Continuing to walk.
She didn't stop shaking until three blocks down.