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Girls don't like bois
Girls like monks and youkai
Sesshy looks sexy
don't even have to try
And these girls like these hentais
like these hentais like these girls
The girls with the bodies
Own hanyous with haoris
Girls don't like bois
Girls like monks and youkai
*Note to all: as i dont have a body, i dont own anything... STUPID KAGOME/SANGO!*
~AHAHAHAHA! this is one of my best disclaimers YET!!!!!
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-Thank you for getting her off of my man. ~Sango
-I am your man?! NICE! C'mere, you! ~Miroku
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K, from now on, the most touching reviewer will have the chappie dedicated to them. 'Tis an honor, 'tis. suurrreee why not!? This time it is:
CD (chappie dedication): ../*\.. Tsuna ../*\..
*A Slave To One's Fears*
*Chapter 4*
Coming from me, you'd have never thought
That I could rebel...
Well I have.
And I do.
And I will.
And I'm not giving up until you're dead on the ground.
"No way." Sango shook her head stubbornly. Inuyasha rolled his eyes in contempt.
"Come on, Sango. How bad can it be?" Sango stared at him. How bad could it be? He had NO idea! These were HORSES they were talking about! Demon racers!
"Inuyasha, I told you! Horses HATE me! I have this HUGE record with them... I'd show you the scars, but it would be rather inappropriate, as most of them were bites or kicks in the bottom!" Inuyasha sighed, then turned to Kagome, seeking help from one of Sango's friends. Kagome shook her head and shrugged. She wanted no part of this little fiasco. Sango had been there a week, working odd jobs. Now, though, it was time to put her experience with racers into action. Over the course of a week, Sango's stubborn nature had shown through. She was very subservient most the time, but when it came to horses, there was no way no how. Inuyasha rubbed his temples.
"Miroku... this wench won't listen to me..." Sango winced at be called a wench. Inuyasha took no notice. (A/N: Insensitive jerk... *sighs* and yet I love him...) Miroku walked in, leading a large bay colt who was tossing and turning his head about, trying to get loose from a calm and in-charge Miroku. Sango automatically dropped to the ground and put her forehead to the dirt in front of her, palms down in sign of reverence and absolute humility. Miroku cleared his throat after calming the colt, who had spooked as such antics. Sango got up, embarrassed, wiping the dust from her forehead. She felt warmth spreading her cheeks: she was blushing. Again. She NEVER used to blush... She hadn't meant to drop down like that, but the memories and habits of her previous life were hard to suppress. Rubbing her arm, she smiled shyly.
"Sorry, Miroku-sam..." There I go AGAIN! Miroku cocked an eyebrow. "Miroku. Gomen." Miroku nodded, forgiving her.
"Now, what's this I hear my Chani won't go near the horses?" Sango smiled inwardly. Miroku was the only one who called her Chani- it was sort of a special connection between them. Miroku had given Kouga a death glare the one time Kouga called Sango Chani. But to focus on the matter at hand. Sango steeled her brow, preparing her argument.
"I do not like horses. You know that!" Miroku quirked an eyebrow, feigning an uncaring nature.
"Oh, you don't, do you? Well, it DOES seem you lack a proper foundation... Say, I have been thinking about such things lately. I have an idea I would like to try out. Chani dear, would you be willing to accept having a little life lesson with me every day?" Sango put her head to the side, wondering. Miroku smiled warmly.
"What I mean is, every day, I will help you regain something you have lost. For instance, a love for horses. I will teach you a bit of defense, too- there are too many wild youkai around here for you to not know a few basic hit strategies. Your thoughts, please." Sango considered the notion, then nodded. Miroku smiled broadly.
"Excellent. In that case, come with me: our first lesson is horse riding." Sango froze, her eyes wide. She had no intention of riding a horse again. Ever. She had never really enjoyed the bumpy gaits of the shaggy village ponies she had ridden before, when she was young and still in her family's possession.
"Not doing it, Miroku. No way." Miroku sighed and closed his eyes. He gave her a straightforward order, something Sango's training and indentured blood would never allow her to ignore.
"You will follow me and learn to ride a horse, as well as become at ease around them. Now." Sango's jaw twitched. She was tempted to curse at Miroku until he was pale in the face, but she couldn't bring herself to do something like that to a master. It was a horrible thought to think of what he may do if she did. Even if he took it lightly, she feared she would anger the dream gods (if there were such things) and she would wake up from this beautiful slumber land. Sighing, she followed Miroku as he dispatched the unruly colt to Inuyasha and beckoned her to follow him into his private barn.
Once inside, Miroku led a horse into the isle: a small soft gray mare clopped out onto the cobbled floor. She whickered, then snorted, as she smelled Sango's somewhat-medicated scent. She put her ears back: apparently she thought Sango to be a veterinarian. Miroku chuckled oh-so-softly, then whispered into the horse's pinned ear. Sango watched, awed at Miroku's seemingly endless abilities with horses, as the ears flopped forward. The mare cocked a hind foot in relaxation, and swished her tail at a fly. Miroku waved a hand, signifying Sango to come forward.
"Sango, this is Hikegan. Her name means 'blue eyes'." As Sango stepped reluctantly forward, she saw the mare's eyes were a dusky light sky blue. Sango stared wonderingly: she had never seen a horse with such gentle eyes. Miroku smiled at the slave girl. Dust wafted slowly down, the musty sunlight lighting this girl with an angelic luminosity. She looked so innocent, staring at the mare, hesitantly reaching a hand out, finally stroking the mare's neck slowly. Her eyes widened even more as she found out that this horse didn't snap out upon touch. Miroku's heart melted. She looked like a little girl, touching that one horse that she wanted so badly to be hers. Sango smiled and looked up, still smoothing the mare's neck. She spoke softly.
"She's not trying to bite me... Does she like me?" Miroku nodded."
"Yes, Chani... she does." Sango took her hand away.
"Who does she belong to?" Miroku laughed and unhooked the horse's rope halter from the lead. Sango flinched, apparently expecting the horse to take off. Instead, it turned it's nose about and nuzzled Miroku's stomach. Miroku laughed again.
"You tricky old hoot, got me again!" Chuckling, he took out a small carrot chunk. Feeding it to the excitingly nickering mare, he answered Sango's question.
"She's mine. She is the horse that carried you out from Naraku's property and out of his life. I have had her ever since she was but a filly, and she is my favorite horse. She's a hanyou- her father was one lucky mortal horse. Her mother, Hinetsu (A/N: 'immortal'), was a famous racer. Hikegan herself was a gift to me when I was a lad, in exchange for a rather mean-tempered child's pony that I retrained. Quite the present, no?" Sango smiled and nodded. Miroku disappeared briefly into a room. At Sango's uncomfortable groan, he leaned against a saddle, deciding to give them some bonding time while at the same time trying to decide which horse to put her on. Making Sango ride wasn't the point- giving her confidence in herself was. That's why he was forcing her to go through with this. He looked across the brass name tags on all of the saddles. Miroku nodded when he saw a satisfactory name. Grabbing Hikegan's simple hackamore (A/N: a hackamore is a bridle with no bit in it) and another horse's tack, he walked into the isle and almost laughed at the sight he saw. Sango, eyes closed, was trying to control her breath as she crouched on the floor. Hikegan was searching her robes demandingly for a treat. Miroku clucked and relieved a terrified Sango of her pest.
"Oi, Hikegan, leave off of Sango, will you? Sheesh, you bratty thing. Get over here!" Hikegan came over, whickering softly. Miroku slipped the bridle over her head. Tying her to a ring in the isle, he rolled his eyes at a blushing Sango. Motioning for her, he walked to a stall, setting the saddle and bridle down. Sango came over haltingly, unsure of what was coming next.
"Sango, meet Kaze. Kaze, meet Sango." A bay horse stared at her from the stall door. (A/N: bay is brown w/ a black mane and tail). A stripe ran down it's face, the white turning to a light pink at the tip of the nose. The stripe was curled at the top slightly to the left. It's legs faded off to black at mid-leg. The horse's eyes were a bright, midnight black. Any and all light reflected back towards Sango. The horse snorted and pranced a bit in place, showing off a powerful neck and flighty hooves. Sango gasped. This horse had to be a racer. Kaze... it meant 'wind'...
Miroku poked Sango with something. She looked down at the object. A brush. Taking it, she gulped. Her blood would literally boil if she did not obey his wish: she could tell he really wanted her to do this and her life debt would not let her disagree. Sliding quietly to the horse's side, she began to lightly brush over it's shiny coat. Nodding, Miroku silently told her to keep it up. He walked into the isle and grabbed the gear. Slipping the metal bit into the horse's mouth, he waited for Sango to finish the back When she had done so, he slid the saddle smoothly onto Kaze's back. He tightened the girth, then put on a chest strap to keep the saddle in place. He made sure every thing was good to go. The horse pranced more, making Sango back up nervously. Miroku smiled.
"He just wants out, is all. He'll take good care of you- he is completely honest and has never pulled anything funny. Not once. I've had him for a couple years and I trained him before that. I should know." Handing the reins to Sango, he beckoned for her to follow him out of the barn. Hikegan whinnied and crab-stepped beside her master as she eagerly awaited the upcoming ride. Striding up towards a stump, Miroku jumped from the ground onto Hikegan's back.
"You can use the block to get up. You know how, right?" Sango nodded, her mouth dry. Here we go... She slid up into the saddle only slightly awkwardly. Miroku smiled as she found her balance.
"See? Not so bad, is he? Kaze, walk." Kaze moved forward, temporarily throwing Sango off balance. She grabbed at the mane, steadying herself that way. She slipped her feet into the stirrups, finding further balance there. Miroku nodded.
"See? You're a natural, Chani. I guess I have nothing to worry about!" Sango smiled shyly. She was getting the hang of it... She felt the animal's muscles contract, flex, and stretch beneath her in rhythm. She tried to move with the horse. It was working, sort of.
She noticed they were headed for a trail along the woods that bordered Miroku's homestead clearing. She swallowed nervously and grabbed for the limp reins instinctively as Kaze began to prance eagerly. Miroku chuckled.
"Ease up there, dear Sango. He won't run off with you- but if you let him, he will run with you." Sango loosened the reins. Kaze moved faster into a bouncy, uncomfortable gait. She remembered it as a 'trot'. Smiling, Miroku clucked to Hikegan. Catching up easily, he moved his horse without the bridle up to Sango's. Grabbing her hand, he began to post (A/N: move up and down in the stirrups... only he doesnt have a saddle...) up and down with the horse. Sango felt the beat and began to do the same as best she could. She smiled tightly, then broadly, as the two riders and horses began to move in a matching velocity. Miroku's hand became light in hers as the two riders rode in sync. Sango built up the courage to take her other hand out of Kaze's mane and stretch it out like a bird's. Miroku did the same. Winking at her, he pointed ahead. A large meadow, so large Sango could barely see the woods on the other side, lay ahead. A pair of wagon-made dirt paths ran a straight line through. Miroku spoke over the somewhat whistling wind.
"This is a meadow that belongs to me. I graze horses here sometimes, and now and then I gallop them along the dirt lane. But mostly, I keep this place for a relaxing ride. There is a stream on the other side, with some good shade and some rocks. Perhaps a picnic will be in order once lunch time rolls around, eh Chani?" Sango, though concentrating, nodded. It sounded like fun. She looked at Miroku and didn't like the mischievous look in his eyes very much.
"What say we get there quicker?" He gave a single cluck and gripped Sango's hand harder. The horses began to roll along, their strides eating up the ground. Hikegan was rocking along (A/N: the horses are cantering), springing up with each stride. Kaze, however, made better show of his racing blood. His strides were long and sweeping, chewing the dust along the road and spitting it into clouds behind them. His canter was easy to ride, so smooth it was that Sango felt like she was on the wings of birds. She now knew why his name meant 'wind'. She lost all fear of this horse and let out a joyful cry as they harrowed the road. Miroku laughed and squeezed her hand.
They reached the end in no time, gradually slowing down until they were at a complete stop. Miroku slid effortlessly off of Hikegan, then swooped Sango off of Kaze. He carried her, giggling, bridal style, until they came across a creek. Cherry blossoms littered the surface, creating a dreamy look and a perfect appeal. Sango gasped in glee. Looking up at Miroku, she smiled. Miroku smiled too. With that, he dumped her unsympathetically into the stream.
"MIROKU!" Miroku was on the ground, rolling around, hysterical with laughter. Sango angrily splashed the fairly warm water. Miroku, still clutching his side, watched as she tried to climb out of the surprisingly deep stream on the slippery rocks. Sango went down yet again, and cried out with frustration. Glaring at Miroku, she tried once more to no avail. She yelled at Miroku to help her. He obliged, stretching out a hand to help pull her out. She grabbed it and pulled with all her weight. Miroku toppled in, sputtering madly. He yelled something Sango didn't decipher until he went under.
"Sango! I can't *glub* SWIM!" She gasped, then started treading water, looking for him in the deep end of the stream, where collected rocks had created a pool about ten feet deep. Sango searched for him, even dove under, but couldn't find him. Tears started to roll, unnoticeable on her already soaked cheeks. She was about to go under again when something grabbed her from behind, locking one arm about her waist and the other around her shoulder. She screamed. The thing pulled her to the edge, where it was shallow. She turned around. Miroku, eyes dancing, stood dripping before. Sango didn't know whether to punch or hug him. He started to laugh. Sango looked down, embarrassed. Miroku stopped, then tried to look into her eyes.
"Chani, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Sango turned around, facing the deep water. Desperate to make sure she wasn't mad, Miroku went around to her front. Just what she had planned. Giving him a hard shove, she laughed as he went flying once more into the deep water. Sputtering, he climbed out. He discovered her on the shore, breathless. She had had no trouble getting out: she had feigned trouble so he would have revenge struck against him. Thunking down beside her, they started laughing. When they finally were out of laughs and breath, they looked at each other. Miroku smiled. Sango was completely wet, her kimono plastered against her. Sango realized where he was looking and blushed, turning away from him.
"Hentai!" Miroku shrugged.
"Call me anything but the truth, Chani dearest. Anything but the truth!" Sango rolled her eyes.
"Fine. Decent, proper monk." Miroku gaped at her in mock surprise and hurt.
"Come now, Chani, don't make me push you in again!" Smiling, he addressed her rumbling stomach.
"How about this for a plan, Sango. Take your clothes off..." At Chani's horrified look, he realized his mistake. She thought he was going to... oh god...
"Chani! Look at me! That's not what I meant!" Sango looked up at him, eyes full of pain. Her pain was replaced with hardened survival.
"Do what you must, Lord Miroku-sama. I am your servant and will do my best to please you." She stuttered, having trouble getting over the next sentence. "How... how do you wish to start?" Sango's hand flew up to the neckline of her shirt, hooking gently around the ties, preparing to undo them. Her hand was shaking with almost invisible tremors of fear. Her bottom lip trembled, then stopped as she mentally willed it to quit. Miroku winced. Her voice was cold, but accepting. So many times she had been subjected to this, she must have been used to this situation. Miroku was not.
"Chani, that is not what I meant. I meant I will go back, get us some lunch, and change while you stay here and dry off. I'll bring you fresh clothes. Then, while you dress wherever you please, I'll set up the lunch. Deal?" Sango looked at him, disbelieving. Relief flooded her face. Smiling, she nodded.
"Alright then, Miroku." With that, Miroku leapt silently onto Hikegan's back and rode off, leaving her behind. Sango slowly took off her heavy, sodden outer clothes and spread them out to dry. Laying in her thin white undergarments, she soaked up the sun rays. Finally, she believed that maybe her karma had spouted mercy instead of the accustomed grief.
^Yay! Picnic! Sad, though... Poor Sango. *Wipes sweating forehead* that was a close one!!! Poor Miroku. What an uncomfortable situation... sheesh, am I cruel to that boi or what??? anywho. tell me what u thought of this chappie. i no, i no, too much horses, but they were representing Sango's trust in her own self. she lost a lot of confidence with Naraku as a master.
Now, tell me: was the water bit funni or what?????
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