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*SINGS LOUDLY* I GOT A MILLION BILLION REVIEWS!! OMG! I BROKE 100 ON CHAPTER 9!!! NO FRICKING WAY MAN!! EEEEEEEEE!!!!! Sorry. It's over.
Since I have so many, I cannot reply to all. However... I shall list your name!!
Responses to my 31 REVIEWS!!!:
Kitsuki-chan: As to the 'Sango's broken arm' question- Naraku was being a bastard and broke it as punishment. Why? Because it adds more drama to the story. It's a sideline angst thing.
Shohoku no Miko: I find it awesome too. *is hit by Hiraikotsu and Sankujou many times* OF COURSE I CARE! I sent you an email, so respond if you so wish. Just don't reveal the email to ANYONE. Mucho gracias!
Schizophrenic Pyromaniac: *shakes head* You art so weird... but I love ya for it! *hands you a Barbie dress* Put Naraku voodoo doll in that! Trust me, he looks so PRETTY! *winks and laughs*
Aamalie: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! ARIGATO, ARIGATO, ARIGATO, ARIGATO, ARIGATO!!
Khepri: We shalt talk later, girl. And yes, this is Mikki's friend. ^-^
RogueSummers: You are wrong- X Men Evolution was the first animated show to catch my eye. Sorry, but JEAN KICKS ASS. She SO belongs to Scott- so Rogue can marry Logan. So there. And did you know that Jean is still alive? She comes back and becomes the Phoenix. Yup. *nods*
rogue-cowgirl: Ayame? Sho. I love her- she is the coolest. Next to Sango, of course.
Ai8: *giggles* *cries* Ok, lemme essplain. These stories are my LIFE- I need them to survive. I would NEVER quit a story just because I didn't get reviews. *shakes head, tears still falling* I'm sorry you were under that impression. But in all honesty- I'll still write. I just... am motivated... by reviews. But who isn't, eh?
LiL psYchO: I DID read your one shot- and it was so professional! I forgot for a moment it was fanfic. And I could see it all happening! EE! IT WAS SOOOO SWEET! I LOVED IT!!! WRITE MORE!
Cattiebrie393: Actually... dressage, hunter, and yep, show jumping. But I seem to be best @ dressage. Grr. Although, I LOVE to do hunter trials!! And thou?
Rowan Hashiba: NO! NO! NOT THE BOA! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY O MIGHTY ROWAN HASHIBA-SAMA!!
Kitten Kisses: We ought to co-write. You write, I beta-read. We should! It would be so fun!! *giggles*
And to the rest of you kick-ass people:
Lavender Valentine
SleepyHead
Puppkid
rain angst
Sangon'Miroku4ever (haha, yep! Your name kicks!!!)
Shon-Poe/Jo-jo (Hey, my nickname has been Ami. It means rain!)
Kitana
SM together
silverninja
shanaka
Caroline
Stephanie
anhimals (*nods furiously* I agree! He should!)
fire lovin demon (*nods* I love pixi stix!)
The Night Rain
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*Slave To One's Fears*
*Chapter 10*
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 dropped to the ground. Just fell. Just let gravity take his weight. He lay on the wooden floorboards of his own private house, staring at the reddish colored wood. But he didn't see. All he could see was a fuzzy white void. His ears did not hear the whispers of Kagome and Rin outside of his door. The only thing he heard was Sango's screams. Chani's enraged cries as he took her away against her will. Her cries of pain and inner suffering, her cries of betrayal and mind-blowing wrath. He shuddered as he remembered the last time he had seen her...
~*Flashback*~
"Put me down! Please! Please..." Sango screamed, bucking her hips violently. Hikegan lost her balance at the girl's physical protests, and stumbled on the path. Miroku straightened the panicked horse as best he could. He gritted his teeth and clutched the screaming girl to his chest harder. As they drew into the courtyard, he reined in his mare harshly and yelled for someone to come. Kagome and Inuyasha stumbled out, still cleaning bridles, and Kouga whipped into the yard with his unnatural speed. Kagome screamed.
"What the hell did you DO to her, Miroku!?"
"Shut up! Just shut up and take her!" Miroku shouted hoarsely at her, earning a punch from Inuyasha. He barely felt the contact, however, and dismounted from the horse as soon as a shocked Kagome had taken a (by now) blacked-out Chani. He mumbled something about cooling down his mare to Kouga, and stumbled off in an unknown direction. Faintly, he heard Sango cry out as her consciousness returned.
~*End Flashback*~
"How could I do that to her?" He whispered to no one. "How could I kill her?" A lone tear, wrought of pure silver, fell to the floor. Miroku closed his eyes. This pain- it was so intense- he couldn't take it. No more. He needed to end it, but how. "Do I deserve to live?" He whispered. "No..." He sat up, leaning weakly against the thin rice paper walls. He stared down at his right hand, swathed in purple. "Shit... that hurts..." He murmured gently, moving his fingers. Despair rippled throughout his body, and his hands began to shake. He closed his eyes and brought the cursed appendage up to the base of his throat, where it presided. An uncomfortable lump soon formed behind it.
"Lord Miroku-sama..." A quiet, shaking voice said. Miroku's eyes flew open.
"C-Chani!?" He whispered, not daring to believe it. But it was true. Sango, arm in a sling, was standing in front of him. All tears, all blood was gone. Just a bandaged arm and several cuts on the visible skin. She smiled gently and knelt beside him. He watched, enthralled, as she stretched the unwounded hand out. The universe seemed to hang on that hand, the world clung to the hope that wreathed it. Miroku's eyes followed it, and he shivered as she smoothly stroked his cheek. He stared at her, disbelieving, as she smiled and sat back onto the floor fully. He attempted to smile back.
And the world shattered.
"Take me," Sango whispered. "You're right. I am your bitch. So take me. Go on," she prompted, slipping a sleeve of her light kimono off. Then Miroku realized it- this was no dream. This was no heaven.
This was hell.
He stood wildly, his heart throbbing painfully as Sango stood up. She walked up to him, her flat stomach pressed against his. She completely undid her ties and slipped the top of her kimono off fully. His mouth dropped open, but not at what was revealed. For he wasn't even thinking about that. His head was going to explode, his heart threatened to rupture at the demise of Chani's soul. That soul he had loved. He shook his head frantically.
"Put your top back on. N-now..." He ordered, trying to look away. Sango grabbed his arms and snarled.
"What? What's the matter? Am I no longer worthy of your eyes? Is that it?" Tears gathered, but she swallowed and they disappeared. Miroku gently put his hands up to hers and forced her off. He backed up, horrified. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. Sango's bottom lip trembled and she advanced farther, pulling him all the way to her. She shook, he could feel her fear in the vibrations traveling through her body to his. She spoke again, her voice tearing at him and rendering him speechless.
"Am I too tarnished for your touch? What about that? Will you not have a dirty prostitute screw you?" She said, then rammed her mouth against his. Miroku was lost in her taste, her touch, but it burned. It stung on him like a dangerous acid, a poisonous sutra. He pushed her off, trying not to hurt her, but nonetheless it took quite a bit of force to get her away. He looked her up and down, not admiring her beautiful body but instead seeing only the scars. Not the ones on her skin, but the ones dwelling deep inside her. The ones that refused to heal or fade. The ones that Naraku had laid there.
No. The ones that he had laid there.
A tear slipped out of Chani's eye. She rubbed it away, biting her lip. She knew she couldn't loose it. She had to do this. This last job.
And then she could end it. End her life. The suffering would end. The pain would cease.
And she could go to hell. Who had ever heard of a prostitute going to a heaven?
All she needed was Miroku's cooperation. That was it. Who cared if she got laid once more? It's not like it would put another black dot on her record. Her record was already a solid midnight sky. Sango swallowed, trying to ignore the raw sensation her throat was pulsing. She stepped back up to Miroku. She had him against a wall, her feverish body was smothering his in a fit of desperate revenge. She leaned her mouth next to his ear and spoke once more.
"Tell me, Master. Why do you not take me? I am yours... I can pleasure you beyond the brink of sanity... I know how..." Miroku shook his head and pushed her away, face streaked with silent tears. Carefully, he replaced her kimono. He put his hands on her shoulders and moved her aside and tried to stride away from her. His heart cried out with every step. Sango screamed.
"Am I so undesirable that you must conceal me from your sight?" She yelled, fading to a whisper by the last few words. Miroku turned around. Smiling gently, he shook his head.
"No, Chani-"
"Don't call me that!" Sango screamed, clutching her hands over her heart as though in physical agony. "Don't!"
"No, Chani. You are beautiful... but this is not right. I cannot do this to you." He ran out of the room, leaving Sango by herself. Sango blinked, then dashed out after him. Her tears flowed freely now, her remorse plain upon her face as she searched the house for him. She ran outside, seeing his purple cloak swish before it disappeared in that direction. She found him eventually, standing in the field where they had ridden together. He was staring at his hand, the one covered with a hand sheath. She stared at him. He began to take it off, and suddenly she understood. Naraku's curse... his favorite... he had struck Miroku with it! Sango was torn in half. She didn't know what to do, where to go, what to say.
Should I rescue him, destroy his attempt at suicide...
Or let him die the painful death he deserves?
Suddenly, a loud whistling was heard. Dark purple smoke and electric lines of pure energy swooped around the monk, wreathing him in an eternal flame. Before Sango's conscious mind could react, she began to run towards her master. She found herself stumbling in her panic, her dead feet unable to work properly. She screamed out as Miroku started to turn the kazaana towards himself.
"No! Miroku, don't! MIROKU!" Sango screamed, finally reaching him. She felt her kimono lift, her hair swirling into the air with the force of the deadly curse. Her broken arm, maimed too badly to react to her desperate pulling, began to head into the hole. Sango screamed as she felt the darkness pull at her limb. Miroku yelled and hit her amr into her chest, where Sango clutched it tightly. Miroku yelled over the din.
"Get away, Chani! Move!" He pointed the wind tunnel away from her, and continued to suck branches and various pieces of foliage into his hand. Sango shook her head.
"No! I won't let you die!"
"Just let me go!"
"NO!" Sango jumped at the young man's curse, closing her eyes tightly as she felt it pick her up. Suddenly, she plummeted towards the earth and slammed unceremoniously into the dirt. She opened her eyes. Miroku had closed off the curse, just as she had hoped. She attempted to stood up shakily. He ran to her and knelt, trying to make sure she was alright. Sango, remembering her anger, shook him off and stood up bravely. Angry tears pricked her eyes, and she let a few slip before slapping Miroku with all her might.
"You BASTARD!" She screamed. "What the HELL were you trying to do?" Miroku looked down.
"I was trying to rid the world of it's curse."
"What, yourself?"
"Exactly." Miroku said sadly. "I-"
"You're damn right you're a curse. Look... look at me!" Sango turned away from him. She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around her stomach, crying out in a pain beyond mortal belief. "You betrayed me..."
"No." Miroku said firmly, falling beside her. "No. I would never do that. Chani? The first day I laid eyes on you... that first day in the barn... I swore to myself I would never let any harm come to you. I made a blood oath, mine on yours. I swore I would get you out and help you heal. Inside and out. I broke that promise. Now, I... Chani, if keeping you safe means keeping you from myself, so be it. I must die- I've caused you too much pain. I..." His voice choked over. "I have to g-go." He strode about thirty feet away, but stopped briefly at Sango's cry.
"Miroku! If... If I am just a slave, why must you keep your frivolous promise?" She said, still mad but wondering. His words had captivated her. Miroku turned and smiled softly. His heart wrenched with pain, but he steeled himself and choked out the last few words.
"Because I love you." With that, he smiled. One last time.
And Miroku opened the kazaana and leaned forward, eyes closed, into his death.
~Ack! So much happened! *shivers* Ok, Sango REALLY scared me back there. Jeez! Scary woman! Hey, she was going insane. But...
DUN DUN DUN!
Will Miroku survive?
Well... Let's have a poll.
Live Miroku, pissed Sango,
or!
Dead Miroku, grieving Sango?
Hmm.
I wonder... Send me reviews with your opinion and we shall see, ne?
Ja ne!
~Lemonn
PS! I HAVE A NEW SANGO/MIROKU STORY!! IT'S CALLED DIRTY LITTLE THIEF!! IT'S RATED R, BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF SWEARING AND POSSIBLE LIME/LEMON... ^-^ BUT YOU GUYS LIKE THAT, SO.... READ!!!