Disclaimer: Inuyasha's mine?! Really?! Sweet! Ok. Some changes are gonna happen.
First off: give Kikyou a good self. Then send her back to the best hell, cuz technically the Japanese don't have a heaven.
Second: Get Inuyasha to kiss Kagome.
Third: Tell Miroku to ask Sango to bear his child.
Fourth: Give Shippou his parents back and get Kohaku back to Sango.
Fifth: Kill Naraku. FluffyLemonn style.
Sixth: Speed Rin up to 18, then have her and Sesshy get together.
Seventh: Get that cheating bastard they call Kouga to marry Aymene or whatever the heck that awesome wolf girl's name is.
Eighth: Introduce a youkai girl named Inukou (dog/wolf, lol my nickname) into the show and have her get a really hot demon boi to date.
Ninth: Make everybody's eyes be the color they ought to be.
Tenth: Get rid of my biggest pet peeve and kill all of the ppl who insist Miroku isn't a virgin. He IS. He... was waiting. Then... he met Sango ^o^.
*This is a list of 10 things you would see in the manga/show if I owned Inuyasha. Obviously, I don't own Inuyasha. Doink.*
Ok! I ask for 5 reviews, right? Right! I get 9! So... *grins evilly* Now... I want 7! Yes! Yeah I know I'm a greedy loser but I think this story deserves it. Who doesn't like a story where Sango was beaten then is taken in by an 'innocent' Miroku?! Oh... daaannnngg...
Ok. Responses:
Lil-strange-person: I KNOW! HE SAYS WILL YOU MARRY ME AND I WAS LIKE HELL YES!!! HELL YES!!! YES!!! THAT IS HOW YOU TREAT SANGO YOU MISERABLE UNCONSIDERATE LOSER OF A SEXY HOT SENSITIVE BELOVED MONK! *smiles* i'm STILL HAPPY... but I only read it online in the manga... somebody enlighten me! what happens after he asks her?! does she say yes? what happens?!?!?!?! I'm dying over here! oh, no, you didn't miss anything. Do ppl really think Sango smells like lavender? I dunno. She just strikes me as a lavender girl.
Schizophrenic Pyromaniac: I...cheered you up? *CHEERS* YES! My life's mission is complete! Reach out to the public with my stories! Yes yes yes! ALL of the files?! THAT SUX!! Omg I'd SCREAM in terror! I'd weep! But don't worry- slowly but surely you will rebuild your empire to twice it's size in no time. After all, you now have a motivational tool. Lol. A sever lack of Inuyasha. Ja ne!
sango-to-miroku: Sango to Miroku? Lol Miroku to Sango... oh kami. Nasssttyy...
~Sango: GET *SMACK* OFF *SMACK* OF *SMACK* ME! Lol poor Sango... ok I'll stop obsessing over your name. sorry. I SPELLED IT RIGHT! YEAH! I thought so- and I found my dictionary! *does dance* you inspired me to randomly find it... right by my computer where I left it! *blushes*
scrabbledabble: I am so glad you like. I would talk more... but your review doesn't give me much for 'conversation'. review again and keep reading!
Sara1664: Yet another English rider. YES! Thankies for the compliments. You so rock dude! Keep riding, reading, and reviewing. Loving you and your possible horse!
DemonSlayerGirl: You REALLY love it? Lol... how much? Eh? What would you do for my story to end happy? Hehe I'm just messing with you! I'm so glad you find it satisfactory to your wants and needs. But I agree with you. I'm really ripping on Sango in this fic. However, my opinion: the more sadness and suffering, the more delicious the fluff later on... see the logic?
Asteria: Yay! You called it beautiful again! That is my most favoritist complimenty in the whole wide world! *smiles and snuggles with Miroku and Sango dolls* So kawaii... Don't worry, I got enough reviews to satisfy my terrible addiction. Now, I need more. It's seriously an addiction. Thank you again. You are sooo nice to me. *sniffles*
Tsuna: Hey! My, er, girl? Boi? Whatever. Hey! *Smiles and rubs sore jaw* yeah, I gots a cavity from fluff. Oops... ^_^ I agree. I hate it when ppl put 'they kicked the horses into a trot' or 'they rode hard at a gallop'. Come on. Put a little energy in there. You can double your amount of words in a chappie just by adding in little stuffies about pets and horses. And it still sounds good. Lemme know if I put too many horses in here, k?
tajiyasango: Kick ass name! u stole it! I was gonna have that name! its ok. I forgive u. So anyway. Thankies for the review- I shall not keep you waiting. Here we go!
~FluffyLemonn
*^CD: Schizophrenic Pyromaniac^*
A msg to Schizophrenic Pyromaniac: All will be better soon. You shall see! Have faith in karma and fast-loading internet.
*A Slave To One's Fears*
*Chapter 6*
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.
Kagome froze and Inuyasha ran into her. He snarled.
"Oi, wench! Get mov-" Kagome hissed at him and clamped a hand over his troublesome jaw.
"Look!" She whispered. Inuyasha did as she said and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. There, on the futon, lay Miroku and Sango. They were spooned together tightly, legs bent. Miroku's left arm was draped loosely around her waist. Sango, in turn, had a hand behind her head, resting on his cheek. Kagome went positively star eyed. She then sighed in a wistful way and went down the hall, preparing to do her work.
"Inuyasha... let them sleep. Tell the others to let them be. Ask Shippou if he would please lay some breakfast materials outside the door." Inuyasha stared at her retreating back. Honestly. She acted as though he was the slave. Well, you are... a slave to her. Shut it. She's just some wench. Uh-huh. A wench. A wench... odd... He snarled at his own thoughts and went to find Shippou. Where did that idiot kitsune disappear to now?
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"Ohh..." Sango shifted, then ceased her motions. Someone was behind her. She looked down, trying to remember whether to feel panic or not. She smile and snuggled with the warm, firm chest behind her as she saw the arm around her. Miroku... Her eyes shot open again. Miroku?! Startled, she got up. Did she really just spend a night... sleeping... in his arms? Willingly? Yes, she did. She looked down at him in shock. His eyes fluttered open and the utterly bemused expression on his face was adorable.
"Whuzzat?" Sango stifled a giggle. She knelt down beside the monk, who was struggling to get up on his elbows. Her giggle burst out.
"Sorry... I'm just not used to waking up with somebody pressed against my butt." He gave a quirky smile.
"Same here. Only, see, you weren't against my butt..." Sango gasped in faint surprise. She let out a screech.
"HENTAI!" With that, she slapped him.
*SMACK*
"Ow... Oh man... DANG you've got some muscle behind that! Now, if you would just use it to..."
*SMACK*
"Shutting up." Sango rolled her eyes. What a loser. She got up and straightened her clothes. She blushed when she discovered one of her shoulder's sleeves had slipped down. She sighed. Would she ever figure out her emotions? Miroku got up. His eyes were no longer full of mischief of any kind: hentai or not.
"Chani?" The softness in his voice was unbearable. His blushing slave looked up.
"Yes Miroku?" He grinned lopsidedly and put a palm up to her cheek.
"I'm sorry. I was being inappropriate. Please forgive me." Sango leaned instinctively into his hand, nodding absently. His hand traveled to her hair, ruffling it, then to the back of her head, pulling her in close for a kiss on the forehead. A light blush on his cheeks, he took her hand and led her out the door. There, they discovered their breakfast by stepping in it.
"Baka beta put it here..."
"Kami shoksho..."
~Outside (A/N: sorry I keep skipping around... can't wait for another snuggle moment!)~
"A."
"A."
"B."
"B."
"CDFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ!" Miroku said all in one rush. Sango looked terribly confused and looked up.
"Nani?" At his joking face, she frowned. "Miroku!" He shrugged and laughed.
"Sorry, Chani. C."
"C-c-c-C!" Triumphantly Sango recalled what 'C' looked like. (A/N: YES Sango is learning the ENGLISH alphabet...) She smiled shyly and proceeded to write 'Chane' in the dirt. Miroku smiled and, getting behind her, positioned his arm and hand against hers. Slowly, he wrote 'Chani'. Then, he wrote '+' and 'Miroku' inside a heart with Chani. Sango cocked her head, confused.
"What does it say, Miroku? M-i-r-o-k-u... oh..." A flaming blush washed her face. Miroku, still behind her, whispered softly in her ear.
"Sorry... I couldn't help myself... I had to know what it looked like..." Sango shivered as she thought of his mouth so close to her...
"Miroku? What are you doing to Sango-san?" A quirky voice asked from behind. "You know, my mom and dad used to do that when they were making lo-"
"SHIPPOU! SHAME ON YOU!" Miroku hollered, abandoning Chani's back to take a swipe at Shippou. The little kitsune squealed in mock terror and dashed for the safety of Kagome's legs. Kagome gave him a little dash on the head.
"Shippou. That was inappropriate. However, I am beginning to wonder too..." This time it was Chani who reacted. Blushing madly, she gave Kagome a withering glare and muttered something about work. Getting up, she left. Miroku cried out in contempt.
"NOW look what you've done! You've scared her off!" Yelling in frustration, he took off after Sango's retreating figure. Kagome shook her head. Kouga spoke up.
"Don't tell me it's always gonna be like this..." Rin smiled softly from her position of helping Sesshomaru bring in some summer harvest.
"That's the way it is when two are in love but won't admit it. They fight and are irritable and make it worse for everyone else." She pointedly smiled at a certain hanyou and miko. Inuyasha and Kagome both tried to take her head off. Sesshomaru growled and they backed off.
"Your actions further prove Rin's point. For goodness sake, little brother. Try to make it less obvious." Inuyasha turned a bright, burning red. All Kouga and Shippou did was laugh.
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"Sango! Sango! Wait up!" A slightly puffing Miroku ran into a field, wondering where the heck the girl could have gone. Why is she so angry? Sure, Kagome was being suggestive, but we all know about Kagome's heated make out session with Inuyasha... It's not like she's never been like that... It's a miracle she's still a virgin... He stopped and looked around him. The field's grass was almost up to his chin: he couldn't see a thing. He faintly remembered becoming lost once in the field's blooms when he was a child. That was when he first fell in love with Sora Douchi... Miroku looked around. He had never bothered to come back: it was on the edge of his property. He smiled, remembering well the single cherry tree in the center of the field. He decided that would be as good a place as any to scout for Chani.
Miroku began to push through the grass, reeds, and plants that grew wildly in the meadow. He was startled when a small deer bounded away from in front of him but he calmed his racing heart and pressed on. Finally, he made it to the tree. He grinned. His search was over. There, underneath the tree, was Sango.
*Sango's POV*
I was sitting under a cherry tree, lazily watching the last of the spring blossoms fall. A small pink flower alighted in my lap. I picked it up gently and marveled at the beautiful shading from pink to white. I sighed and tossed it in the air, watching it catch wind and float blissfully away. I gazed at it's fading essence, envying it's freedom. I rested back against the bark of the tree. That one flower had more in it's single season of life then I did my entire existence. It stayed on it's mother tree, growing, showing beautiful colors and admired by all, though never disturbed. Finally, when it's time came to fly away, it was released. It ventured out to the dawn, blowing with the wind. Eventually it would settle down and become a tree of it's own. A never ending cycle. A cycle of freedom. A cycle I would never be a part of.
I had been restricted by poverty when I was young. My family held nothing to it's possession. I remembered those first tough years, years when we were without food, water, nourishment. Then, the accident came. My brother, Kohaku, driven mad by some unseen force, killed my family. He struck me down with his sickle scythe, implanting it far into my back, then jerking it out and slashing across my chest. I recollected falling slowly, blood spurting from my wounds... And the look on Kohaku's face. Jeering my death on. He was ravaging the village when Naraku came. He somehow got my poor brother under control. He asked who Kohaku's family was... and everyone who was left pointed to me as I lay bleeding on the ground. Naraku took me from the village, telling me I was payment for what Kohaku had done. I never saw Kohaku again.
I have lived in fear since that day, dreading the coming dawn. Another day, another day. Life goes by, no matter what we do about it. This I learned, and learned quickly. At times, I was nearly sick with fear. Sometimes, fearful of the other slaves, who hated me. Other times, I was scared that I was pregnant. Once... I had been so afraid...
I shook my head. Naraku was gone. All that had been left behind. I belonged to Miroku now. And, unless I was very, very off the mark, he was different. I knew that he'd never hurt me intentionally. I smiled softly, lost in the memories of last night. I shivered as I remembered the feeling of his arms holding me. I sighed and closed my eyes, absorbed in the reminiscence of his warmth. I was so far gone that I didn't notice him sit down beside me.
"Chani?" I jolted. Opening my eyes, I saw his own indigo looking back at me. I smiled faintly. "Tell me, Sango. Where were you? Just now? Because you certainly weren't touching the ground." I sighed.
"It would be better if you didn't ask."
"But I did. Come now, I hate to press- but I have a feeling it will help if you tell me." I gulped, unsure. I started up, my voice wavering. It betrayed my thoughts.
"I, uh... I was thinking about how I became a slave..." Miroku nodded, then leaned closer. Why did he have to ask for more?
"Koha-Kohaku... my brother, my younger brother... Well um..." Suddenly, a rush of tears fell. Sparkling silver was all I could see as I pored my heart out to Miroku. I was faintly aware of his arms around me, his voice soothing me, but I stumbled on. Slowly, I made my way from the day my family lost it's fortune with the gods, whoever they are, to the day Kohaku cut me down and left me to die like the rest. There, I paused, the trauma choking my throat. I shook with some unforeseen force: my sobs never abating. And all the while, Miroku was there. Holding me. A little courage sparked within me, and I continued, still drowning in my own tears. I told of that first horrific night with Naraku. I told him about how the slaves hated me, hated me because of what my brother, driven mad, had done. I told him... how once... I feared I was pregnant. Here, I felt Miroku stiffened, absorbing my anguish. He comforted me, told me it wasn't true, told me it was alright. In a rush, I spilled out the rest of my tale. I ended, still crying, in his arms. He was rocking slowly, calming my racked body. Over time my weeping cries subsided, and just a sniffle every now and then was heard. Finally, I was serene, held safely in his arms. I sighed as I felt him gather my body into his lap: I settled firmly against his warm chest. I closed my eyes and drifted. I was completely exhausted. For a time, all he did was lean against the tree, rocking me in the cherry scented air.
*General POV*
A peaceful couple lay lazily in the shadow of a tree, light pink blossoms teasing the air about them. The girl, breathing softly, was curled in the man's arms. Her arms were loosely wrapped around his neck, her head under his chin. A small smile curved her lips. The man, rocking gently, was holding the girl strongly, protectively. His mouth and nose were buried in the girl's hair; his eyes closed with unaccustomed bliss. Softly, he murmured something into her ear, causing the girl to let out a giggle.
"Feeling better?"
"Now that you're here..."
A wave of comfort passed between them, soothing the sharp edges of despair. The world slowly sunk away, leaving the two in the clouds. Millenniums passed by, yet everything seemed to be slowed by their simple rapture. The dawn of time waned and waxed as they held each other, pulsing a tranquility that comes only with the genesis of a secret love.
^ *Whistles* Wow. Poetic.
So any way. Review. And read my other stories.
Melting Away.
Young & Hopeless.
Renegade.
Yeah. So. Peace out.
~FluffyLemonn