Authors Notes: Just some answers for some reviews. O-o; I didn't even
realize I had any until I figured out my sisters password.
Aprill May: Yes, This is one of my stories that has been published nearly everywhere by now...I'm just trying to get lots of publisity for it...No idea why really...Wanting mostly to make sure that people will actually read my daydreams. No..I am not thirteeen. This was my sisters account at one time. I had an account on here, forget what my edditors name was. But realizing this, I made an account with my sisters e-mail adress so that I could forge a new trail here. Although when I didn't update, Jessica (My sister) asked for the account to publish some of her own works. After a while, I came back here, switched her passsword, kicked off her stories (o_O; I ish mean) and took over once again. I guess I havn't changed my bibliography, or whatever it's called. Others in Need is going through some serious renevation, I'm taking out bits, and redoing some others, but It's been put on hold, now that I'm writing the sequal. That's what I'm working on now. So yes, It is being edited.
I am actually 16, but a pervert none-the-less. But I guess I have been a pretty sick bastard since a young age. O-O;
KeeraSango: I would udderly dread that happening if I would have been put into Sango's shoes...Perhaps that shall be an insperation to me! (Thanks! -_- ; Anyhoo) It gets pretty bad in the later chapters. Some Serious emotion...to say the least _
Aamalie: Would she ever? I just figured it this way, It works for the plot line that she didn't pound him to a pulp I guess. O_o; Also, Sango needs to work the best she can, and cannot risk losing her job, cause to put it bluntly. She needs the money. And I like Miroku just the way he is now... (*mutters something about sick discusting perverted players*) Anyhoo...Thanks for the reviews ^_^ Back to the story.
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There were lights flashing everywhere when Hatchi turned into the approach of the Warehouse. Miroku couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when they had slowed down. His eyes asking a question Sango didn't need to hear. I You live in /I
Sango had sat bolt upright though when she seen the police cruisers. And the ambluence. Something was wrong. "Kohaku!" She cried, wrenching herself from Miroku's grip. Groping for the handle of the door she burst out of it, Dashing up to a side door, banging on it. Repeating the name over and over at the top of her lungs. "KOHAKU!"
A stretcher carried between to officers emerged from the main entrence. Miroku could tell by the look on Sango's face that she was dead worried. Any color at all had faded from it.
Behind them, two other young men came out, their hair was greesy, their clothes were in even worse repair then Sango's. Both of them had their hands on their heads, following them out was an armed officer following up behind. Following hime were a few more boys. Miroku flipped out of the S.U.V. Watching the procession in slight aw.
Sango had continued bashing the door, Until finally an officer came to her. "Are you Sango?" He asked her. Sango turned slowly, her eyes wide. A small nodd.
"Your brothers been calling for you." He told her, she sighed, obviously releived. A door opened on one of the police cruisers. And a young boy, perhaps twelve years old came bursting out. "SANGO!" he called out, dashing into her waiting arms.
Sano s,miled lightly, relieved that her brother was okay. "Kohaku...What happened?" She whispered, stepping away from him to look him in the eye. Her little brother looked back at her, shaking a little. "They...came. And they tried to fight them." He said nodding his head in the direction of the men who had come out of the building earlier.
"There were gunshots, and a window...It shattered on me." He whispered, pulling up the thin material of his worn out jacket. Revealing small lacerations all over his forearm. Miroku who had seemed to appear behind Sango tutted. "You okay kid?" He asked. Kohaku nodded, before meating the young man's glare.
He took it all in, the perfected appearance, nikey sneakers, baggy white pants along with a matching white and dark blue hoodie. He was obviously quite well off. Sango felt somewhat ashamed.
Them in their worn out jeans and skirts, baggy t-shirts and glued together shoes. Their entire wardrobe seemed to be hanging together by a strip of ductape and a prayer.
"Who is he?" Kohaku finally asked, tearing his gaze from the houshi when he turned to watch the boy. Relizing he was staring, a small blush of shame came over his freckled cheeks.
Sango looked up at Miroku, eyes narrowing. "He's...uh..."
Miroku cut in before she could finish. "A friend." He said simply, shrugging at Sango, who nodded once, a little shakily. A friend? Him?
Hatchimon came up to the houshi, he had been talking with the officers. "Well Sango, you realize that your I house/I has just been condemed?" He asked with a small sigh, remorse in his tone.
Sango's eyes widened. "Wha? Why?" She asked, where were they supposed to live? "It's still..." She looked from Hatchi, to Miroku. Then to her brother. Kohaku looked up.
"It's our home. What's wrong with our house?" He demanded angrily. One of the police officers came to talk to them. "I'm Sorry kid. But it's just not safe for someone to live there. And If that's all your sister can come up with..."
Kohaku's eyes widened. "Sango-onee-chan can do whatever she wants. We just need to get some more mon-"He was cut off when Sango clamped a hand firmly around his mouth. "I'm sure that we can find another place to live Kohaku." She said firmly yet quietly. Miroku sighed when the officer continued.
"Im' sorry ma'am, but until you do, I think that your younger brother should be placed in the care of someone who can suply the proper and basic needs at the least. When you are able to do that, they I'm sure that you could get back to gether."
Kohaku looked at the officer, then to his sister, his eyes shining with a sudden confused anger. "Sango. What does he mean?"
Miroku looked down sadly at the couple. Sango was just mouthing some words, nothing would come out. Other then a squeak here and there. Putting his hand on Kohaku's shoulder she squatted down to his level. "Their gonna send you to a foster home kid." He said sadly. Sango glared at him. "They'll do no such thing." She snarled, but inside she sank. She couldn't do anything to stop it.
For years, she had worked so hard to make sure that she and her brother stuck together. After their parents had been killed, they were the only thing they had left. She was not going to let them take Kohaku away. She would do anything to stop it. Dropping to her knees, Sango stared out into the rain as it continued to soak them all to the bone. Staring out, helplessly.
Miroku watched, before he pulled Hatchimon to the side. They all watched curiously as the two talked. Arguing over something for a moment, until Hatchi seemed to give in, nodding his head several times. Miroku smiled, rubbing his hands together as they reaproached the three waiting for them. All looking rather confused.
Miroku snickered and Hatchi pulled him aside again, they could all hear as Hatchi berated him. "I don't think she'll do it. After all, you were the perfect bastard today." He said pointedly, Miroku snorted, although his heart sank a little. Was Hatchi right?
"what are you two scheming?" Sango asked suspisiously, if she knew anything about either of them, it was that they couldn't be trusted with anything serious.
Miroku sobered, aproaching once again. "Well Sango, I have a proposition." He said slowly. "I'm willing to open my house up for you and your brother to stay in. That way, neither of you would have to be seperated, you could figure something out about the whole money, housing thing. I feel that you deserve it as a repayment for the way I treated you today." The houshi finished, bowing his head a little as he waited for her reply.
Kohaku looked up, grinning. "Would you? That would be sooo cool!" He squeaked. Sango frowned. "What do you mean Kohaku?" she hissed, obviously Kohaku did not know what the pervert was like.
Kohaku grinned, pulling Sango away from the group yet again. "Don't you recognize him?" He finally asked, a big smile forming on his face. Sango looked utterly confused.
"No."
Kohkau snickered into his hand. Sango rolled her eyes, "why...Who is he?"
"I'm almoust positive he's from that new band. The Yasha group? Remember. Those demons, and that monk, and a miko. I'm almoust I positive /I that he's the monk from that group."
Sango's eyes widened a little, as she looked over her shoulder at the houshi who was standing their, talking with Hatchi.
"Him?" she muttered, Kohaku nodded.
'The Yasha Group' had been one of the latest bands to hit America. With it's startling messages, complete bishshonens in the group. Awsome lyrics and beautiful musics. Everyone was in love. Sango couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized him at all. But when she thought about it. He must not want much people to recognize him anyways.
"He would have more then enough money for us to steal from him..." Kohaku whispered, Making Sango's eyes widen.
"Kohaku! How could you say such a thing?! If he was to help us You wouldn't steal from him." Kohaku sighed and nodded. While Sango pondered, looking into the rain. Miroku aproached them slowly. Putting his hand on Sango's shoulder he made her jump. He hadn't relized that she hadn't seen him there.
"Well?" He asked, Kohaku grinned up at Sango, making her smlie a little, very weakly. "I would do anything to keep my family together..." She whispered, before watching the rain again. She was soaked the the bone, and was beginning to shiver. She almoust wanted to be back on his lap warming up again.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Miroku whispered back in response. Sango sighed, bowing her head in defeat. "I suppose so. For Kohaku." She whispered.
Trying to knock some sense into herself. He was that same bastardizing pervert from the club. If anyone had told her that she would be taking him up on an offer like that, to keep her family together, she would have laughed.
Only now she wanted so badly to cry.
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The S.U.V. rolled out of the appraoch, turning down the road once again. Kohaku was sitting in the back, gazing out the window whistlessly. Beside him was a backpack full of the few belongings that they had taken from their home. Only a few sets of clothes, school books. And the few things that they still had from their parents, most of all. They both took along shrivelled memories with them.
Hatchi had once again taken the drivers seat. Looking longingly at the food as Miroku handed Kohaku the fish stick and fries that Sango had turned down. The young boy had accepted almoust immediately. His stomach had been rumbling all afternoon. After that Sango remembered the doughnuts that she had bought earlier. They all shared those.
Sango couldn't help but feel defeated. She had failed. She was turning to someone else to take care of her right now. If it hadn't been for Miroku, her and her brother would have been split up. Yet she didn't trust this man. She didn't know what to do really. Would she just leave after. Now that they had gotten out of that situation? Or was Miroku planning on throwing them out anyways?
A single tear ran down her cheek as she looked out the window. She was once again Sitting on the houshi's lap. Miroku had insisted Saying that there was no room in the back next to the speakers and the other instruments that were pilled in. Sango didn't feel like arguing.
The houshi had lowered the seat quite substantially, leaning back as he turned up the radio. His hand resting on Sango's lap. She couldn't help but look curiously at it. It was wrapped up in a dark blue cloth. And light blue prayer beads were wrapped about the palm. She hadn't noticed it before at all. But then again, she hadn't exactly been examining him earlier.
Before she could ask him why it was there, Miroku looked at her for a moment. "It's protecction." He grunted, before sighing, turning down the radio as a song from 'The Yasha group' began to play. He didn't want to listen to that damn song again.
"Protection?" Sango asked curiously. "From what?" she asked, looking at him as his dark blue eyes opened. She could'nt believe how handsome he looked in the small light radiated as Street lights as they drove past.
"My curse." He finally said, looking out the window as houses passed. They were getting into the richer part of town now.
"Curse?" She echoed.
Miroku grinned, althoguh it faded as he opened his mouth to speak. Sango relized that he didn't like to talk about it. "A demon put it on my ansestors, a long long time ago." He said. "It's a hole in my palm. It threatens to devour everything in it's path. Including, eventually, me."
Sango looked at his hand again. Her eyes widening as he spoke. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Miroku looked at her. "Don't be." He whispered.
The silence that followed was getting a little uncofortable. So Hatchi turned up the radio as he continued driving.
It seemed that Demons were ruining everyones life. Even her own parents had been slaughtered visiously by a horde that had been sent by one in particular.
Hearing snores from the backseat, they all smiled. There sat Kohaku. His head lolling on his shoulder as he sank in the oblivion of sleep. Miroku grinned. "It's only a little farther. Then you'll both get to sleep in a nice warm bed." He told Sango with a smile. She moaned appreciativly, before shivering yet again.
"Cold?" Mirkou asked with a grin. Sango turned her head to look at him. A smile spreading across her face. "No...But Lets just pertend I said yes." She whispered. Miroku grinned and pulled her down ontop of him, where he cuddled her into his chest, sharing his body heat.
"Okay then. Better?" He asked. Sango smiled, nodding. "Much." She whispered, beore closing her eyes. Relizing something.
She actually liked it. And to say something else. She thought she just might like him as well.
Freaky.
Aprill May: Yes, This is one of my stories that has been published nearly everywhere by now...I'm just trying to get lots of publisity for it...No idea why really...Wanting mostly to make sure that people will actually read my daydreams. No..I am not thirteeen. This was my sisters account at one time. I had an account on here, forget what my edditors name was. But realizing this, I made an account with my sisters e-mail adress so that I could forge a new trail here. Although when I didn't update, Jessica (My sister) asked for the account to publish some of her own works. After a while, I came back here, switched her passsword, kicked off her stories (o_O; I ish mean) and took over once again. I guess I havn't changed my bibliography, or whatever it's called. Others in Need is going through some serious renevation, I'm taking out bits, and redoing some others, but It's been put on hold, now that I'm writing the sequal. That's what I'm working on now. So yes, It is being edited.
I am actually 16, but a pervert none-the-less. But I guess I have been a pretty sick bastard since a young age. O-O;
KeeraSango: I would udderly dread that happening if I would have been put into Sango's shoes...Perhaps that shall be an insperation to me! (Thanks! -_- ; Anyhoo) It gets pretty bad in the later chapters. Some Serious emotion...to say the least _
Aamalie: Would she ever? I just figured it this way, It works for the plot line that she didn't pound him to a pulp I guess. O_o; Also, Sango needs to work the best she can, and cannot risk losing her job, cause to put it bluntly. She needs the money. And I like Miroku just the way he is now... (*mutters something about sick discusting perverted players*) Anyhoo...Thanks for the reviews ^_^ Back to the story.
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There were lights flashing everywhere when Hatchi turned into the approach of the Warehouse. Miroku couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when they had slowed down. His eyes asking a question Sango didn't need to hear. I You live in /I
Sango had sat bolt upright though when she seen the police cruisers. And the ambluence. Something was wrong. "Kohaku!" She cried, wrenching herself from Miroku's grip. Groping for the handle of the door she burst out of it, Dashing up to a side door, banging on it. Repeating the name over and over at the top of her lungs. "KOHAKU!"
A stretcher carried between to officers emerged from the main entrence. Miroku could tell by the look on Sango's face that she was dead worried. Any color at all had faded from it.
Behind them, two other young men came out, their hair was greesy, their clothes were in even worse repair then Sango's. Both of them had their hands on their heads, following them out was an armed officer following up behind. Following hime were a few more boys. Miroku flipped out of the S.U.V. Watching the procession in slight aw.
Sango had continued bashing the door, Until finally an officer came to her. "Are you Sango?" He asked her. Sango turned slowly, her eyes wide. A small nodd.
"Your brothers been calling for you." He told her, she sighed, obviously releived. A door opened on one of the police cruisers. And a young boy, perhaps twelve years old came bursting out. "SANGO!" he called out, dashing into her waiting arms.
Sano s,miled lightly, relieved that her brother was okay. "Kohaku...What happened?" She whispered, stepping away from him to look him in the eye. Her little brother looked back at her, shaking a little. "They...came. And they tried to fight them." He said nodding his head in the direction of the men who had come out of the building earlier.
"There were gunshots, and a window...It shattered on me." He whispered, pulling up the thin material of his worn out jacket. Revealing small lacerations all over his forearm. Miroku who had seemed to appear behind Sango tutted. "You okay kid?" He asked. Kohaku nodded, before meating the young man's glare.
He took it all in, the perfected appearance, nikey sneakers, baggy white pants along with a matching white and dark blue hoodie. He was obviously quite well off. Sango felt somewhat ashamed.
Them in their worn out jeans and skirts, baggy t-shirts and glued together shoes. Their entire wardrobe seemed to be hanging together by a strip of ductape and a prayer.
"Who is he?" Kohaku finally asked, tearing his gaze from the houshi when he turned to watch the boy. Relizing he was staring, a small blush of shame came over his freckled cheeks.
Sango looked up at Miroku, eyes narrowing. "He's...uh..."
Miroku cut in before she could finish. "A friend." He said simply, shrugging at Sango, who nodded once, a little shakily. A friend? Him?
Hatchimon came up to the houshi, he had been talking with the officers. "Well Sango, you realize that your I house/I has just been condemed?" He asked with a small sigh, remorse in his tone.
Sango's eyes widened. "Wha? Why?" She asked, where were they supposed to live? "It's still..." She looked from Hatchi, to Miroku. Then to her brother. Kohaku looked up.
"It's our home. What's wrong with our house?" He demanded angrily. One of the police officers came to talk to them. "I'm Sorry kid. But it's just not safe for someone to live there. And If that's all your sister can come up with..."
Kohaku's eyes widened. "Sango-onee-chan can do whatever she wants. We just need to get some more mon-"He was cut off when Sango clamped a hand firmly around his mouth. "I'm sure that we can find another place to live Kohaku." She said firmly yet quietly. Miroku sighed when the officer continued.
"Im' sorry ma'am, but until you do, I think that your younger brother should be placed in the care of someone who can suply the proper and basic needs at the least. When you are able to do that, they I'm sure that you could get back to gether."
Kohaku looked at the officer, then to his sister, his eyes shining with a sudden confused anger. "Sango. What does he mean?"
Miroku looked down sadly at the couple. Sango was just mouthing some words, nothing would come out. Other then a squeak here and there. Putting his hand on Kohaku's shoulder she squatted down to his level. "Their gonna send you to a foster home kid." He said sadly. Sango glared at him. "They'll do no such thing." She snarled, but inside she sank. She couldn't do anything to stop it.
For years, she had worked so hard to make sure that she and her brother stuck together. After their parents had been killed, they were the only thing they had left. She was not going to let them take Kohaku away. She would do anything to stop it. Dropping to her knees, Sango stared out into the rain as it continued to soak them all to the bone. Staring out, helplessly.
Miroku watched, before he pulled Hatchimon to the side. They all watched curiously as the two talked. Arguing over something for a moment, until Hatchi seemed to give in, nodding his head several times. Miroku smiled, rubbing his hands together as they reaproached the three waiting for them. All looking rather confused.
Miroku snickered and Hatchi pulled him aside again, they could all hear as Hatchi berated him. "I don't think she'll do it. After all, you were the perfect bastard today." He said pointedly, Miroku snorted, although his heart sank a little. Was Hatchi right?
"what are you two scheming?" Sango asked suspisiously, if she knew anything about either of them, it was that they couldn't be trusted with anything serious.
Miroku sobered, aproaching once again. "Well Sango, I have a proposition." He said slowly. "I'm willing to open my house up for you and your brother to stay in. That way, neither of you would have to be seperated, you could figure something out about the whole money, housing thing. I feel that you deserve it as a repayment for the way I treated you today." The houshi finished, bowing his head a little as he waited for her reply.
Kohaku looked up, grinning. "Would you? That would be sooo cool!" He squeaked. Sango frowned. "What do you mean Kohaku?" she hissed, obviously Kohaku did not know what the pervert was like.
Kohaku grinned, pulling Sango away from the group yet again. "Don't you recognize him?" He finally asked, a big smile forming on his face. Sango looked utterly confused.
"No."
Kohkau snickered into his hand. Sango rolled her eyes, "why...Who is he?"
"I'm almoust positive he's from that new band. The Yasha group? Remember. Those demons, and that monk, and a miko. I'm almoust I positive /I that he's the monk from that group."
Sango's eyes widened a little, as she looked over her shoulder at the houshi who was standing their, talking with Hatchi.
"Him?" she muttered, Kohaku nodded.
'The Yasha Group' had been one of the latest bands to hit America. With it's startling messages, complete bishshonens in the group. Awsome lyrics and beautiful musics. Everyone was in love. Sango couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized him at all. But when she thought about it. He must not want much people to recognize him anyways.
"He would have more then enough money for us to steal from him..." Kohaku whispered, Making Sango's eyes widen.
"Kohaku! How could you say such a thing?! If he was to help us You wouldn't steal from him." Kohaku sighed and nodded. While Sango pondered, looking into the rain. Miroku aproached them slowly. Putting his hand on Sango's shoulder he made her jump. He hadn't relized that she hadn't seen him there.
"Well?" He asked, Kohaku grinned up at Sango, making her smlie a little, very weakly. "I would do anything to keep my family together..." She whispered, before watching the rain again. She was soaked the the bone, and was beginning to shiver. She almoust wanted to be back on his lap warming up again.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Miroku whispered back in response. Sango sighed, bowing her head in defeat. "I suppose so. For Kohaku." She whispered.
Trying to knock some sense into herself. He was that same bastardizing pervert from the club. If anyone had told her that she would be taking him up on an offer like that, to keep her family together, she would have laughed.
Only now she wanted so badly to cry.
~`~
The S.U.V. rolled out of the appraoch, turning down the road once again. Kohaku was sitting in the back, gazing out the window whistlessly. Beside him was a backpack full of the few belongings that they had taken from their home. Only a few sets of clothes, school books. And the few things that they still had from their parents, most of all. They both took along shrivelled memories with them.
Hatchi had once again taken the drivers seat. Looking longingly at the food as Miroku handed Kohaku the fish stick and fries that Sango had turned down. The young boy had accepted almoust immediately. His stomach had been rumbling all afternoon. After that Sango remembered the doughnuts that she had bought earlier. They all shared those.
Sango couldn't help but feel defeated. She had failed. She was turning to someone else to take care of her right now. If it hadn't been for Miroku, her and her brother would have been split up. Yet she didn't trust this man. She didn't know what to do really. Would she just leave after. Now that they had gotten out of that situation? Or was Miroku planning on throwing them out anyways?
A single tear ran down her cheek as she looked out the window. She was once again Sitting on the houshi's lap. Miroku had insisted Saying that there was no room in the back next to the speakers and the other instruments that were pilled in. Sango didn't feel like arguing.
The houshi had lowered the seat quite substantially, leaning back as he turned up the radio. His hand resting on Sango's lap. She couldn't help but look curiously at it. It was wrapped up in a dark blue cloth. And light blue prayer beads were wrapped about the palm. She hadn't noticed it before at all. But then again, she hadn't exactly been examining him earlier.
Before she could ask him why it was there, Miroku looked at her for a moment. "It's protecction." He grunted, before sighing, turning down the radio as a song from 'The Yasha group' began to play. He didn't want to listen to that damn song again.
"Protection?" Sango asked curiously. "From what?" she asked, looking at him as his dark blue eyes opened. She could'nt believe how handsome he looked in the small light radiated as Street lights as they drove past.
"My curse." He finally said, looking out the window as houses passed. They were getting into the richer part of town now.
"Curse?" She echoed.
Miroku grinned, althoguh it faded as he opened his mouth to speak. Sango relized that he didn't like to talk about it. "A demon put it on my ansestors, a long long time ago." He said. "It's a hole in my palm. It threatens to devour everything in it's path. Including, eventually, me."
Sango looked at his hand again. Her eyes widening as he spoke. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Miroku looked at her. "Don't be." He whispered.
The silence that followed was getting a little uncofortable. So Hatchi turned up the radio as he continued driving.
It seemed that Demons were ruining everyones life. Even her own parents had been slaughtered visiously by a horde that had been sent by one in particular.
Hearing snores from the backseat, they all smiled. There sat Kohaku. His head lolling on his shoulder as he sank in the oblivion of sleep. Miroku grinned. "It's only a little farther. Then you'll both get to sleep in a nice warm bed." He told Sango with a smile. She moaned appreciativly, before shivering yet again.
"Cold?" Mirkou asked with a grin. Sango turned her head to look at him. A smile spreading across her face. "No...But Lets just pertend I said yes." She whispered. Miroku grinned and pulled her down ontop of him, where he cuddled her into his chest, sharing his body heat.
"Okay then. Better?" He asked. Sango smiled, nodding. "Much." She whispered, beore closing her eyes. Relizing something.
She actually liked it. And to say something else. She thought she just might like him as well.
Freaky.