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Ok. So I ask for 7 reviews. And you know what I get?
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*Slave To One's Fears*
*Chapter 7*
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.
Miroku woke up from a blissful, floating doze. Stretching, he hugged the warm girl in his lap closer to him. Sango. Her faint lavender scent tickled his nose: he buried his face into her silky hair, letting the beautifully calming scent wash over him. He nuzzled her, thoroughly enjoying the lavish ardent emotion writhing in his lower stomach. He felt her stir, felt her stretch her body out, then settle back into his arms. Miroku felt playful and decided to test the ground. He lowered his head and gently nipped the rim of her ear. That certainly woke her up. She stiffened in his arms at the queasy feeling invoking a response in her. In return she slid a hand behind his neck, pulling him closer. She temptingly stroked the nape of his neck, thrilled at the way he shivered beneath her touch. She smiled. This love thing could be fun. What he did next, however, she was clearly not expecting. Grinning, he had accepted her invitation to come closer and had kissed her neck, mouth wide open of course. Sango's back arched involuntarily as her eyes widened and her senses exploded, earning a deep chuckle from Miroku.
"Feel good?" He whispered into her ear, sensing a shudder pass down her spine. Funny, his body wasn't far off from doing that too. Chani took in a stuttering breath. She nodded vacantly, her mind whirling. Miroku leaned in, the urge to taste more then her neck overpowering him. Sango ducked her head down, suddenly shy and unprepared. She wanted him, there was no mistake in that, it was just...
"Miroku?" She whispered, still looking down at her hands. Miroku, concerned, pushed her slightly away to try to peek into her eyes.
"I'm sorry Chani... what?" Sango took in a deep breath, hoping he would understand.
"I'm just not... just not..." Miroku lent his face a small, knowing smile.
"Ready?" Sango nodded, suddenly ashamed. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, the heat from them making her feel increasingly uncomfortable. Miroku chuckled.
"Sango..." He murmured, his voice so soft Chani almost shivered. "I understand completely... don't worry. Don't be embarrassed. Whenever you are ready, I will be here." Quietly, he hugged her closer, holding her against him until her blush died down. She readjusted her arms, then pondered something that had bugged her for a time now.
"Miroku?"
"Mm?"
"Are we... friends?" Miroku let out a small laugh.
"Friends? Why would we not be, eh?" Sango shrugged.
"Because... I've never really had a friend before, other then my... brother..." She gulped, willing the uncomfortable lump in her throat to disappear. "I was just wondering what it was like and I wasn't sure." She looked up into his indigo eyes and felt her stomach drop delightfully at the gentle emotions flooding them. He put a warm hand to her cheek. Miroku leaned into her, his mouth almost smoothing along her cheek but not quite. His caressing breath fluttered the shorter locks that were beside her ears, making Sango quiver once in delight.
"Yes, Sango. We are friends... but... I sort of... screw it, I DO wish we were more." Chani froze. Did he really just say he wanted to be her companion? In a more then hello-how-are-you way? She thought about this, weighing her fear against her desire, suddenly no longer able to look him in the eye. She felt Miroku's fit chest sigh against her shoulder in slight longing. He shifted so she was facing him. Once again the annoying red tide ran across her face. Damn blush.
"Chani?" Now it was Sango's turn to answer back simply.
"Mm?" Miroku took in a breath.
"Would you mind terribly... if I... if I kissed you?" There, he thought. It was out. He had taken his chances. Chani shuddered: once again her fear was pitted against her desire.
I want this so bad... But... every time I have hoped it has been brutally destroyed. I have never had someone care for me... like this. If I give in to this, well, frankly, overwhelming craving, will I be hurt? Will he just leave me? No. No he won't. NEVER HOPE! Hope is the same as karma. And karma is against me. Miroku will just use you. What else have men done to you in the past? But Naraku and his friends were never like this, so gentle... You never went willingly into Naraku's arms you fool! And now you are doing exactly that to Miroku!
Sango stood up, unnerved by her own voice. It was true... she had never accepted her fate with Naraku. It had been pointless to struggle, so she didn't, but she never gave him what he truly wanted. She never kissed back, never gave any sign as to show that she got any pleasure from what he and his disgusting cronies did. She had never participated...
This was all so new.
And frankly, she had no idea what the hell to do.
She didn't even know how to kiss, for kami's sake.
But... maybe she could learn...
No. That would weaken her.
She couldn't let that happen.
What if...
What if he left her?
She wouldn't survive...
Unless she pushed herself away.
Then she wouldn't be hurt.
Then her heart wouldn't bleed.
Like it had in the past.
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*Miroku's POV*
I sat there, watching Sango. Her eyes traveled the ground, she shifted nervously from foot to foot, she was chewing her bottom lip... Damn she was scared! What, what have I done? my mind kept asking me. She reacted like she wanted it, but then...
Give her time. She's afraid- and who wouldn't be?
Promise to her. Promise her you won't leave. Tell her you'll stay with her.
Nodding to myself, I stood up and went to her side. Now or never, Miroku!
"Sango, listen. I know you are afraid. I know it's hard to trust- to love- again. I know. And I won't rush you. But if you could just try to trust me... I promise you won't be left behind again. I won't leave you alone. If you just need a friend, just a friend, to lean on, I promise you I will be there to do so. And if you ever want anything- to be more then friends, I mean- I will be there. And Sango? I won't ever leave you. I'll never forsake you. I swear on this- I will remain with you." I gathered her trembling body into my arms, closing my eyes as a few stray tears slipped out. Sango wrapped her arms roughly around my waist, clinging to me as though I was going to let her slip by. Not a snowball's chance in hell. I held on, rocking her, feeling her shudders of sadness slip away. I began to trace her back with a hand, comforting her, considering slipping lower, until-
"MIROKU! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Inuyasha's voice rang out across the clearing, startling Chani and I. I groaned and pushed her shoulders away, looking into her amused eyes. She giggled serenely and pushed me in Inuyasha's general direction.
"Go on," she urged. "You mustn't keep Inu-baka waiting..." I laughed and tussled her hair.
"Indeed, Chani. It would seem I must leave." I smiled gently and leaned forward, touching her forehead with my lips. I instinctively put my arms tighter around her waist. I removed my lips from her skin, almost skimming the surface as I traveled down to place a peck on her nose. Sango's eyes closed, glazing over with bliss. I chewed my bottom lip and touched my nose to hers. Did I really dare to...?
Yes. I did.
I nuzzled her nose, causing her to open her eyes. The soft dark chocolate depths looked at me, straight into my soul. I moved forward the tiniest bit and brushed her lips as lightly as I could with my own. Sango's eyes shut again as she moved into the small kiss. I kept my mouth shut, although my body was screaming to do the exact opposite and show her I was capable of her wildest dreams. I felt her smile tranquilly against my lips... mm...
*Sango's POV*
I was shocked. And happy. And still slightly doubtful. At the moment, however, I couldn't concentrate on anything but the liquid smoothness of Miroku's lips. They were soft, yes, but firm. I wanted to cry for the benevolence of it all: I know he wanted to be more active, but he kept the intensity down. For me. Well, the physical intensity. The emotional intensity was sky-high. I felt lightheaded: I had to wrap my arms around his neck securely in order to prevent myself from falling over. He, in turn, wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. I was once again amazed. Miroku, despite his lecherous habits, seemed to be perfectly in control. Well... almost perfectly. One of his hands was stroking just above my waist... He was definitely borderline. He moaned softly in hunger into my lips, sends tremors of electricity down my throat and back. The intense feelings pooled rapidly in my stomach, pleading for me to take action. I contemplated whether or not to tell him to go ahead and have... I smirked inwardly at my wickedness... fun. I decided no. I wasn't quite ready to go beyond a perfectly innocent kiss. Just then, Miroku broke it. I couldn't help but frown: I didn't want this to end.
"Sorry, Chani..." He whispered. Damn it- his lips looked even more inviting when they were moving and not on my own- "I think Inuyasha might be thinking about coming to find us soon..." His voice dropped even lower, sending wild emotions crashing about my stomach. "I will see you later... I promise. Until then, you have my love." I froze. What the HELL did he just say? My suspicions were proclaimed true. The very next moment he reclaimed my surprised, half-parted lips in another chaste kiss. Well, kind of chaste. Screw it. I am sick of being alone- I like him, he's nice, he likes me. I want him. So I might as well take him. I was so drunk on this emotion, so needy for love, that I made a big mistake- I sold my soul and heart to Miroku. I was so stupid, to just give myself away- but I had never felt like this, never yearned for someone's body or heart like this. My very essence ached to feel him against me. So, before he left for Inuyasha, I tempted him as I had been trained. Seductively, I licked his bottom lip, tasting the slightly sweet velvet smoothness. He stiffened, then touched his tongue tip to mine briefly, not invading my mouth, before breaking away. He smiled and ruffled my hair once more, then left for a screaming Inuyasha.
"See you later, Sango..." With those spoken words, he left. Quietly, though he was gone, I whispered back to him.
"Good bye, Houshi-sama." For that's what he was- the master of my wretched desperate heart.
(A/N: Ok. If you didn't notice how Sango seems to be talking as though she's looking back at this event, READ THE MUSHY STUFF AGAIN. It's very important- how she keeps going on about her desperate soul. Because that's what she is. This story is now being told by her/Miroku: in a later chapter we will finally come to the present. This stuff (and the *cough ANGST cough* to come is all leading up to it.) So don't freak out when I seem to try to make everybody wig out on each other. Like I'm about to do. IT IS LEADING UP!!! Everybody's gonna hate everybody at one point in my story- just don't freak on me and yell at me for the fights!)
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*General POV*
"Miroku! Took you long enough! Good kami where have you been?" Miroku smirked as he bent over to help Inuyasha tie down a bundle of fresh summer grain in the storehouse. Chuckling, Miroku shook his head.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Miroku said suggestively. Inuyasha froze.
"You've been getting laid with that new slave!" Sango nearly choked from the place that she and Kagome were eavesdropping from near the door. Kagome clamped a hand over Sango's mouth and pressed a finger to her own lips. Inuyasha had very good hearing.
"I have not! That is a falsely made, inappropriate sentence my Inu-baka friend! It's wrong, it's vile, it's against my religion!" Inuyasha walloped him a good one. Miroku grinned. Looking over at Inuyasha, he licked his lips. Inuyasha looked rather nervous at the monk's antics.
(A/N: I would like to make sure you all saw the line that is Miroku's second fav: 'It's wrong, it's vile, it's against my religion'! hehe!)
"Speaking of such things, Inuyasha..." Miroku drawled casually. "What've you and my beautifully tempting slave Kagome been getting on in the wee hours of the night and day? And tell me, is she good?" Inuyasha did an anime-style face plant. Kagome almost did the same.
*WHUMPF*
"Wadda ya mean, is she good?" Inuyasha growled fiercely. He completely overlooked the jokingly-made comments about Kagome's beauty.
"Oh, you know..." Miroku winked. Inuyasha blinked, considered, then scowled.
"She ain't that good. Bad, actually. I'd rather kiss a clay pot..." Poor Inuyasha. He had NO IDEA Kagome was listening on... or how much that sentence leaned on Kikyou.
"YOU *BLEEP*ING BASTARD!" Kagome screamed. Inuyasha automatically flinched. He was in for it now... "SIT YOUR *BLEEP* ING *BLEEP* ON THE GROUND AND SIT YOUR WAY TO SITTING HELL! SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT, SIT!" Sango stared in amazement. And she thought the squirrel she had seen run over by a horse demon was bad...
Inuyasha slowly got up, only to be viciously slammed back down by an enraged "SIT" from Kagome.
"SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN UP!" Inuyasha winced from his grave.
"YOU... YOU! I can't describe you! Why can't you just... AUGH! YOU IMPOSSIBLE LOSER!" She gave another angry screech, ran over to Inuyasha, picked him up, slapped him, dropped him, and ran out the door. Before she left, she turned around and gave him an evil look.
If looks could kill, Inuyasha would have been 6 feet under.
^Yeaaahhhh. There ya go! Sorry this one took me so long- finals and whatnot are killer on the writing. So yeah. Kagome's pissed, Inuyasha is as good as dead, Miroku's making vows and being tempted, and Sango's more needy then me in front of a box of pocky. Which is pretty damn needy. Poor thing- she's so dependent on love. Well, she needs it!!!
Could I get like fricking loads of reviews like I did last time?
7 reviews, please.
btw- whenever I put 'bleep' I mean the 'f word'. I just don't like to write it. I'm ok with like everything else... ^_- @_@
~Lemonn