My Saviour, the Pirate
Chapter 5:
A Quenching Thirst For Too Long
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, except for the plot...which is mine...
InuYasha glanced at the younger girl standing next to him. She was on her tiptoes and staring strangely at her friend hugging some strange boy. She covered her eyes when Sango kissed Miroku. Kagome then looked up at InuYasha and gave him a questioning look.
"Why do they kiss like that? It's disgusting!" she mumbled.
InuYasha nodded.
"Amen to that," he murmured.
"C'mon, let's go..." Kagome sighed and grabbed hold of InuYasha's hand, forcefully leading him to the edge of the cliff, which surprised InuYasha, although he allowed himself to be pulled away. Nothing sickened him more than people kissing. Or making love, which was worse, in his case.
Kagome sat down and InuYasha warily watched her, in case she should fall. But she didn't, and she let her legs dangle below her. The waves crashed against the cliff. Kagome sighed at the sound of it and closed her eyes, and wide grin gracing her lips. InuYasha just sat and stared at Kagome in a curious way. This...this young girl...she was so different from all the other little girls...and so was Sango...but this girl, she showed no fear of him and freely took his hand and dragged him over to the cliff. Sango might've done the same, and she might have not.
"InuYasha..." Kagome started. The hanyou glanced at her. "I knew that was your name. I heard that boy, Miroku, calling you that." she paused to think. "It's a neat name, to me, I think..."
"HELP!!" a voice cried out and was drowned out by the roaring of the sea.
Sango and Miroku looked over at the edge of the cliff, horrified expressions on their faces. They ran over to InuYasha and Kagome—Miroku secretly taking Sango's hand in his own and receiving a sharp smack—and the group peered down at the water's surface. A man was struggling to keep himself up above the waves, only to no use. A smaller wave crashed down on him.
He cried out again.
"Holy shit." InuYasha exclaimed. "Miroku, that's Jiro! What the hell would he be doing out here?!"
"JIRO!" Miroku yelled out at the man in the water.
He sighed in relief. His fellow crewmate climbed onto a rock—fortunately—and was coughing up mouthfuls of salt water. He collapsed on his refuge and looked up as he heard his name. Up, up he could see Sesshoumaru's little half-brother and his best friend. The Caucasian waved.
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Jiro gasped as he stood on dry land. He bent over and kissed the ground he was standing on.
"Jiro, why the heck were you down there?" InuYasha asked as he crossed his arms. Jiro looked up with wide, fearful eyes, reminded of... He gulped.
"Your—your brother...he...he...!" Jiro choked on more salt water and spit it out, wiping his mouth with the back of his torn sleeve. "He threw me overboard!" he sobbed, his face hidden behind his hands.
"That bastard! I'll make him pay!" InuYasha growled, glaring at the horizon as if it were its own fault.
Jiro was a close friend of InuYasha's and Miroku's.
How dare Sesshoumaru to throw Jiro overboard...he shall pay. Oh, he shall pay!
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"Forward, men!" a masculine voice hissed over the loud noise of waves crashing and the wind screeching in their ears. "We must make it before dawn!" The man (or more like, demon) that the voice belonged to stared out in the darkness at the surrounding sea. "My brother, whether I like it or not, is out there and we must return for him..." Sesshoumaru glared at his crew. "We must get him. Tonight." He whispered.
He walked back into his cabin and slammed the door shut behind him. He walked over to a fancy-looking cot and fell upon it, his face turned to the wall.
"...Um, Lord Sesshoumaru?" a tiny female's voice croaked, breaking the silence. "May I offer you a glass of wine...?"
Sesshoumaru rolled over on his side and took the glass of wine from the servant girl that offered it to him. Her name was Rin. She had shoulder-length raven hair that was pulled up into a small pigtail at the top of her head. She had beaming brown eyes and was wearing a torn dress that strongly resembled a rag.
'I really must get that girl something more suitable to wear...' Sesshoumaru thought to himself. He gulped the sparkling red wine down in one gulp. He had a quenching thirst for something red...something that reminded him of blood. Oh, it had been too long since he had the taste of blood. He shook his head. No. He swore to himself that he would not drink blood again. No. He mustn't. "Thank you, Rin... You may go now."
Rin let a tiny sad sigh escape and she turned to the door.
"Wait."
Rin averted her eyes to the captain and her eyes smiled warmly. Her own captain was offering her a warm cotton coat for her, only a servant girl, to wear! She took it gratefully and bowed, chirping, "Thank you, Lord Sesshoumaru! I will surely wear it on this cold night! Good night, my Lord!"
The door closed.
Sesshoumaru smiled.
One good deed done...but that will not mean that this will be a custom.
Tonight, they will strike the village once more and come back with treasures valuable to him. Sesshoumaru chuckled to himself, a mischievious smirk appearing his delicate face and he settled down for the night. Soon, he should be awakened for the attack.
It's been too long...
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I would've update sooner, but my internet was down. Oh well. Hope you like the chapter! I really liked it! Although, I sort of don't know where I'm going, and yet, I sort of do...