Chapter 5 –Messenger Boys and Popsicles-
"What's wrong Miroku?" Hatchi asked as the young houshi came down the steps. His body was slightly tense, almoust shaking. And personally, Hatchi thought him to look a little stunned.
He took a small sniff of the air, and smelt the houshi's arousal. He rolled his eyes. "You didn't..." He muttered.
Miroku looked down. Before shaking his head, stumbling forward the young houshi collapsed into one of the easy chairs in the living room set to the side.
"Your right. I didn't," He muttered. Hatchi raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to?" He questioned, Miroku sighed, and putting his head into his hands he sighed. "Yes." He whispered, before leaning back, staring at the ceiling. "I could of. She didn't want it. So I didn't." He whispered; his voice was weak. Hatchi frowned.
"Do you want something to eat? I think Emma's in the kitchen." Hatchi said. Miroku looked to him for a moment. "Could you talk to her?" He asked, his voice was pleading, as were his eyes. Hatchi bowed his head. "About what houshi-sama?" He asked. Miroku frowned again, groaning.
"She probably hates me now." He muttered. All kinds of thoughts running through his mind. IWhy am I so worried? /I He wondered as he sobered.
Kohaku appeared from the kitchen, a muffing in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other. He was grinning widely, which made Miroku smile. Hatchi stood up, "I guess I'll go talk to her for you." Hatchi whispered. Miroku nodded gratefully. "Thank you Hatchimon." Miroku whispered faintly.
Kohaku looked from one to the other, rather confused. Shrugging, he took another bite out of his muffin.
~`~
"Sango?"
Sango turned, hearing a faint knock on her door. She was thankful to god that it wasn't Miroku's. She was happy to let the oversized Raccoon in. Although she didn't know why he would want to talk to her.
He took a few minutes to make sure that she was well settled. He had brought up a couple muffins and some orange juice for both of them. She accepted them gratefully. Watching as Hatchi sought out the right words.
"Are you okay?" He finally asked. Sango blinked a few times, slightly confused, until she realized what he was talking about. "Yes Hatchimon. I'm sure I'm fine." She whispered, before looking at her hand, it had already begun to shake again. Just remembering the experience.
"Is...he always..." She trailed off...not knowing how to phrase her question.
"A horny perverted bastard?" Hatchimon suggested. Sango smiled weakly, nodding her agreement.
"Yes." Hatchi answered simply, before taking another bite of his muffin. Sango paused, looking at Hatchimon curiously.
"He's not bad when you get to know him. And establish some personal rules and boundaries. He figures out when he's not wanted. It just takes a while..." Hatchi explained slowly as he raised the glass of orange juice to his lips. Sango doing the same.
"He wouldn't...force...anyone or anything.... would he?" She asked, a little fearful at what the answer might be.
"No..." Hatchi answered quickly. "He would never do that." He informed. Sango relaxed, obviously relieved. "He might seduce you though. Be careful." He warned.
Sango frowned, "Seduce?" she wondered aloud.
Hatchi nodded. "Seduced. He would talk you into it, make you want him, and what he could bring you." Sango slouched a little, not sure if she wanted to go through all of this. "But trust me Sango. If he would work hard enough to do that. He would want you quite thoroughly." He reasoned. "Then it would be worth it." He finished.
Sango nodded, although she doubted she would ever have to worry. Nobody would want her, that way. Never.
"He's a good guy Sango. You should give him a chance to warm up to you." Hatchi told her softly. Sango looked up.
"I think he's Iwarmed up/I already." She muttered darkly. Hatchi couldn't help but smirk. Sango glared. "It's not funny. It scared me." She confided, staring at the muffin in her hand. Almoust ashamed of it.
"Was he that bad?" Hatchi asked, a little worried, had Miroku been a complete bastard?
"Well.... Not really. I just...I haven't been touched like that before." She muttered, standing up quite abruptly at the revelation. Hatchi raised an eyebrow. "You mean you haven't..."
Sango shook her head no. Hatchi nodded understandably. "You don't have to worry Sango." He whispered. "He's gentle. He wouldn't ever hurt you if he ever decided to take you."
Sango's eyes widened, as she whirled around. "He wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed. Hatchi smiled. "Your right." He agreed. Although Sango could tell that he didn't mean it.
"I just.... I don't want to be near him if he's going to be like that." She whispered, setting down her orange juice. Although she stayed standing.
Hatchi shook his head. "I'll tell him to back off. He's really a great guy, you'd get to like him if you spend some time with him." Sango sighed, and nodded.
"Don't tell him...that we.... talked?" She asked; Hatchi shook his head.
"He was the one who sent me. He wanted to make sure that you wouldn't hate him, that you'd give him another chance. And that he hadn't hurt you." He told her slowly. Standing up himself as he popped the rest of the muffin into his mouth.
Sango nodded slowly, slightly amazed. He actually cared. Didn't he? Yet she shook her head. It didn't matter. He wasn't safe to be around. The sooner that she and Kohaku could get away from this place the better.
"Yes. Thank you very much Hatchimon." She thanked before turning to walk back to her room. Hatchi stood in the middle of Miroku's area, standing before the bed as he frowned. How complicated this was getting for the poor transformer. With a shrug, he popped through the door and trotted down the stairs.
~`~
Miroku looked up from his current distraction as Hatchimon entered the room. The transformer kept quiet, as he sat down in front of Miroku.
Currently, the houshi was examining Kohaku's arm. Carefully dabbing it with rubbing alcohol, before wrapping it up in bandages. "Well theirs one tough little fellow." Miroku said with a grin as he dabbed another one of the cuts with the alcohol. Kohaku winced a little as the cut fizzed a little. But said nothing. Like Miroku said, he was a tough kid.
Kohaku grinned when the pain let up, and Miroku finished by pressing on the bandage. Kohaku grinned even wider when Miroku smiled. Almoust like he was happy when Miroku was happy with him. At least someone from that family liked the houshi.
"Now...I bet that if you ask really nicely, Emma will let you raid the freezers, I'm pretty sure that I've stocked some Popsicles in there." Miroku hinted. Kohaku grinned, bouncing off into the kitchen.
Miroku smiled after him, before he leaned forward in his chair. "What did she say?" He asked; Hatchi rolled his eyes.
"Do I need to be some sort of messenger boy or something?" He accused, narrowing his eyes. Miroku nodded. 'Yes."
Hatchi sighed, shaking his head at the houshi. There were times when he just couldn't take a joke. "To tell the truth, I think she's scared of you." Hatchi told Miroku. "She kept on asking if you would force her into doing something, or take advantage of her or something." Hatchi sighed, scratching behind an ear awkwardly.
Miroku cursed, leaning back. "Fuck...that's just what I needed." He growled
Hatchi frowned. "It might help if you would let her gain a little more confidence in your control." He suggested. Miroku shrugged. "I was thinking of taking her shopping. She needs to get some new clothes. Her current ones aren't in the best repair." He commented dryly. Hatchi grinned.
"Exactly, be the nice guy. Then she won't be afraid of you. Make sure that you apologize to her to. And calm her down a little yourself." He suggested.
Miroku grinned, Hatchi glared, Miroku slumped. "I get the point." He muttered darkly.
Hatchi nodded. "Good." He said evenly as Kohaku came back in he crossed his arms, leaning back into his seat. Miroku nodded, grinning as Kohaku produced three Popsicles. One for each of them. "What color do you want Miroku?" He asked with a grin, he put a blue one in his mouth, displaying an orange and a grape on. Miroku grinned, accepting the orange. "Thank you Kohaku!" He said brightly, before slipping it into his mouth. Hatchi accepted the grape one from the young boy. Sucking on it happily.
Miroku shook his head, sometimes Hatchi could be rather childish for his age.
"So...tell me about your sister Kohaku. She works a lot doesn't she?" Miroku asked as Kohaku jumped up onto the arm of his chair. Sitting there as he licked his ice pop. Nodding solemnly. "Ya. She tries to earn money for us. She works every day." He sighed. "And she's always tired when she gets home. So we don't get to talk very often." He said sadly. Miroku nodded. "That's to bad." He frowned. Kohaku nodded.
"I think I'll fix that." Miroku said with a grin. "I think I need to fix a lot of things." He said stretching a little. "What do you think your sister would like?" Miroku asked, Kohaku grinned.
"She told me some of her secrets." He confided with a whisper. Miroku grinned. "Really?"
Kohaku nodded, "And she told me what she would love to get some day." He whispered. "What?" Miroku and Hatchi asked simultaneously, both leaning forward to hear. Kohaku snickered. "She said she wanted to get a good husband, and a new pair of shoes." He laughed before standing up, taking another lick on his ice-lolly. His tongue was turning blue.
Miroku grinned brightly. "I think I could get one of those things...Perhaps both if we go shopping today." Hatchi realized what the houshi meant, rolling his eyes again. "At the rate you're going. Don't count on it."
They all laughed, Kohaku didn't' know what about really, but it was fun to laugh with them, he hardly got to before.
~`~
Sango came downstairs to hear laughter. She had cast about her room, trying to find her shoes, she hadn't found them anywhere. So she was wearing sock feet. Worn out jeans and an old t-shirt.
When she approached the bottom of the steps she peeked into the living room. Seeing Hatchi and Miroku laughing like mad, Kohaku giggling beside them. All of them with Popsicles and big silly grins.
Sango couldn't help but smile, her brother was happy. It was rare that he had been lately. She took a small glance at Miroku, shivering a little, although he didn't seem near as threatening with everyone around. In fact, she almost wanted to sit on his lap and laugh with them. She frowned. Why was she always thinking that way around him? It was beginning to freak her out, to tell the truth.
She grinned, before heading of towards the kitchen, where's he could hear the clanking of dishes. Deciding to get something a little more substantial then the muffin, which Hatchi had brought.
She didn't notice the violet orbs that watched her.
Quickly Miroku excused himself, standing up, he headed off towards the kitchens as well.
It was time for him to make up to Sango. And reestablish some trust.
Besides. He had things to talk about.
"What's wrong Miroku?" Hatchi asked as the young houshi came down the steps. His body was slightly tense, almoust shaking. And personally, Hatchi thought him to look a little stunned.
He took a small sniff of the air, and smelt the houshi's arousal. He rolled his eyes. "You didn't..." He muttered.
Miroku looked down. Before shaking his head, stumbling forward the young houshi collapsed into one of the easy chairs in the living room set to the side.
"Your right. I didn't," He muttered. Hatchi raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to?" He questioned, Miroku sighed, and putting his head into his hands he sighed. "Yes." He whispered, before leaning back, staring at the ceiling. "I could of. She didn't want it. So I didn't." He whispered; his voice was weak. Hatchi frowned.
"Do you want something to eat? I think Emma's in the kitchen." Hatchi said. Miroku looked to him for a moment. "Could you talk to her?" He asked, his voice was pleading, as were his eyes. Hatchi bowed his head. "About what houshi-sama?" He asked. Miroku frowned again, groaning.
"She probably hates me now." He muttered. All kinds of thoughts running through his mind. IWhy am I so worried? /I He wondered as he sobered.
Kohaku appeared from the kitchen, a muffing in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other. He was grinning widely, which made Miroku smile. Hatchi stood up, "I guess I'll go talk to her for you." Hatchi whispered. Miroku nodded gratefully. "Thank you Hatchimon." Miroku whispered faintly.
Kohaku looked from one to the other, rather confused. Shrugging, he took another bite out of his muffin.
~`~
"Sango?"
Sango turned, hearing a faint knock on her door. She was thankful to god that it wasn't Miroku's. She was happy to let the oversized Raccoon in. Although she didn't know why he would want to talk to her.
He took a few minutes to make sure that she was well settled. He had brought up a couple muffins and some orange juice for both of them. She accepted them gratefully. Watching as Hatchi sought out the right words.
"Are you okay?" He finally asked. Sango blinked a few times, slightly confused, until she realized what he was talking about. "Yes Hatchimon. I'm sure I'm fine." She whispered, before looking at her hand, it had already begun to shake again. Just remembering the experience.
"Is...he always..." She trailed off...not knowing how to phrase her question.
"A horny perverted bastard?" Hatchimon suggested. Sango smiled weakly, nodding her agreement.
"Yes." Hatchi answered simply, before taking another bite of his muffin. Sango paused, looking at Hatchimon curiously.
"He's not bad when you get to know him. And establish some personal rules and boundaries. He figures out when he's not wanted. It just takes a while..." Hatchi explained slowly as he raised the glass of orange juice to his lips. Sango doing the same.
"He wouldn't...force...anyone or anything.... would he?" She asked, a little fearful at what the answer might be.
"No..." Hatchi answered quickly. "He would never do that." He informed. Sango relaxed, obviously relieved. "He might seduce you though. Be careful." He warned.
Sango frowned, "Seduce?" she wondered aloud.
Hatchi nodded. "Seduced. He would talk you into it, make you want him, and what he could bring you." Sango slouched a little, not sure if she wanted to go through all of this. "But trust me Sango. If he would work hard enough to do that. He would want you quite thoroughly." He reasoned. "Then it would be worth it." He finished.
Sango nodded, although she doubted she would ever have to worry. Nobody would want her, that way. Never.
"He's a good guy Sango. You should give him a chance to warm up to you." Hatchi told her softly. Sango looked up.
"I think he's Iwarmed up/I already." She muttered darkly. Hatchi couldn't help but smirk. Sango glared. "It's not funny. It scared me." She confided, staring at the muffin in her hand. Almoust ashamed of it.
"Was he that bad?" Hatchi asked, a little worried, had Miroku been a complete bastard?
"Well.... Not really. I just...I haven't been touched like that before." She muttered, standing up quite abruptly at the revelation. Hatchi raised an eyebrow. "You mean you haven't..."
Sango shook her head no. Hatchi nodded understandably. "You don't have to worry Sango." He whispered. "He's gentle. He wouldn't ever hurt you if he ever decided to take you."
Sango's eyes widened, as she whirled around. "He wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed. Hatchi smiled. "Your right." He agreed. Although Sango could tell that he didn't mean it.
"I just.... I don't want to be near him if he's going to be like that." She whispered, setting down her orange juice. Although she stayed standing.
Hatchi shook his head. "I'll tell him to back off. He's really a great guy, you'd get to like him if you spend some time with him." Sango sighed, and nodded.
"Don't tell him...that we.... talked?" She asked; Hatchi shook his head.
"He was the one who sent me. He wanted to make sure that you wouldn't hate him, that you'd give him another chance. And that he hadn't hurt you." He told her slowly. Standing up himself as he popped the rest of the muffin into his mouth.
Sango nodded slowly, slightly amazed. He actually cared. Didn't he? Yet she shook her head. It didn't matter. He wasn't safe to be around. The sooner that she and Kohaku could get away from this place the better.
"Yes. Thank you very much Hatchimon." She thanked before turning to walk back to her room. Hatchi stood in the middle of Miroku's area, standing before the bed as he frowned. How complicated this was getting for the poor transformer. With a shrug, he popped through the door and trotted down the stairs.
~`~
Miroku looked up from his current distraction as Hatchimon entered the room. The transformer kept quiet, as he sat down in front of Miroku.
Currently, the houshi was examining Kohaku's arm. Carefully dabbing it with rubbing alcohol, before wrapping it up in bandages. "Well theirs one tough little fellow." Miroku said with a grin as he dabbed another one of the cuts with the alcohol. Kohaku winced a little as the cut fizzed a little. But said nothing. Like Miroku said, he was a tough kid.
Kohaku grinned when the pain let up, and Miroku finished by pressing on the bandage. Kohaku grinned even wider when Miroku smiled. Almoust like he was happy when Miroku was happy with him. At least someone from that family liked the houshi.
"Now...I bet that if you ask really nicely, Emma will let you raid the freezers, I'm pretty sure that I've stocked some Popsicles in there." Miroku hinted. Kohaku grinned, bouncing off into the kitchen.
Miroku smiled after him, before he leaned forward in his chair. "What did she say?" He asked; Hatchi rolled his eyes.
"Do I need to be some sort of messenger boy or something?" He accused, narrowing his eyes. Miroku nodded. 'Yes."
Hatchi sighed, shaking his head at the houshi. There were times when he just couldn't take a joke. "To tell the truth, I think she's scared of you." Hatchi told Miroku. "She kept on asking if you would force her into doing something, or take advantage of her or something." Hatchi sighed, scratching behind an ear awkwardly.
Miroku cursed, leaning back. "Fuck...that's just what I needed." He growled
Hatchi frowned. "It might help if you would let her gain a little more confidence in your control." He suggested. Miroku shrugged. "I was thinking of taking her shopping. She needs to get some new clothes. Her current ones aren't in the best repair." He commented dryly. Hatchi grinned.
"Exactly, be the nice guy. Then she won't be afraid of you. Make sure that you apologize to her to. And calm her down a little yourself." He suggested.
Miroku grinned, Hatchi glared, Miroku slumped. "I get the point." He muttered darkly.
Hatchi nodded. "Good." He said evenly as Kohaku came back in he crossed his arms, leaning back into his seat. Miroku nodded, grinning as Kohaku produced three Popsicles. One for each of them. "What color do you want Miroku?" He asked with a grin, he put a blue one in his mouth, displaying an orange and a grape on. Miroku grinned, accepting the orange. "Thank you Kohaku!" He said brightly, before slipping it into his mouth. Hatchi accepted the grape one from the young boy. Sucking on it happily.
Miroku shook his head, sometimes Hatchi could be rather childish for his age.
"So...tell me about your sister Kohaku. She works a lot doesn't she?" Miroku asked as Kohaku jumped up onto the arm of his chair. Sitting there as he licked his ice pop. Nodding solemnly. "Ya. She tries to earn money for us. She works every day." He sighed. "And she's always tired when she gets home. So we don't get to talk very often." He said sadly. Miroku nodded. "That's to bad." He frowned. Kohaku nodded.
"I think I'll fix that." Miroku said with a grin. "I think I need to fix a lot of things." He said stretching a little. "What do you think your sister would like?" Miroku asked, Kohaku grinned.
"She told me some of her secrets." He confided with a whisper. Miroku grinned. "Really?"
Kohaku nodded, "And she told me what she would love to get some day." He whispered. "What?" Miroku and Hatchi asked simultaneously, both leaning forward to hear. Kohaku snickered. "She said she wanted to get a good husband, and a new pair of shoes." He laughed before standing up, taking another lick on his ice-lolly. His tongue was turning blue.
Miroku grinned brightly. "I think I could get one of those things...Perhaps both if we go shopping today." Hatchi realized what the houshi meant, rolling his eyes again. "At the rate you're going. Don't count on it."
They all laughed, Kohaku didn't' know what about really, but it was fun to laugh with them, he hardly got to before.
~`~
Sango came downstairs to hear laughter. She had cast about her room, trying to find her shoes, she hadn't found them anywhere. So she was wearing sock feet. Worn out jeans and an old t-shirt.
When she approached the bottom of the steps she peeked into the living room. Seeing Hatchi and Miroku laughing like mad, Kohaku giggling beside them. All of them with Popsicles and big silly grins.
Sango couldn't help but smile, her brother was happy. It was rare that he had been lately. She took a small glance at Miroku, shivering a little, although he didn't seem near as threatening with everyone around. In fact, she almost wanted to sit on his lap and laugh with them. She frowned. Why was she always thinking that way around him? It was beginning to freak her out, to tell the truth.
She grinned, before heading of towards the kitchen, where's he could hear the clanking of dishes. Deciding to get something a little more substantial then the muffin, which Hatchi had brought.
She didn't notice the violet orbs that watched her.
Quickly Miroku excused himself, standing up, he headed off towards the kitchens as well.
It was time for him to make up to Sango. And reestablish some trust.
Besides. He had things to talk about.