a/n: laaaa...well, everything in my life has finally settled down, so aside from being busy with school, i have finally have the time to continue writing this story. so here's the next chapter, in all its jumbled, confusing, seemingly-plotless glory. i hope you enjoy it.
warning: this story doesn't make much sense and is sometimes crude. So if, at some point, you start to feel a little lost, just go with it and keep reading. because there's no point in hurting your brain by trying to figure out whats going on in mine. :p
disclaimer: meow...i don't own inu-yasha.
OUR HOUSE
chapter 10
-'e' is even more of everything (that you adore?)
Sango tapped her fingers on the arm of an excessively uncomfortable waiting room chair, and tried her damndest to keep the noises from within the room she was guarding from savagely pummeling what sanity existed within her into an unrecognizable pulp. Understand that Sango without the barest shred of sanity within her was a very dangerous and unstoppable force, one that wielded illegal hallucinogenic drugs in sharp pointy needles and was not at all against stabbing random people with them, and that being the case, be reminded that sanity in Sango was incredibly necessary.
It was moments such as these, where the comfort-level of the known universe was threatened by a simple husky sound, that the rational portion of Sango should force her into an action that would lead her Very Far Away to a safe, sound-proof zone where such sanity-threatening things could not reach her.
However.
She was bound by sacred oath to the church she so humbly served, to stay put and keep watch, and make sure only one nun went into His room at a time in order to preserve His sacred organ. (She shuddered at the thought). And so, as she was a creature of honor and dignity, she would remain sitting thusly, knuckles white from her death grip on the armrests, her left eyelid twitching slightly, trying to block out the squeals and grunts that flitted in staccato bursts from the hospital room where the Priest was recovering under the loving minstrations of horny nuns.
A keening wail suddenly trumpeted from behind the closed door she was guarding.
Sango closed her eyes and counted to ten. She wasn't listening to this. She couldn't hear anything. She was just doing her job. Her job. Just doing her job…
Her job just didn't pay her well enough to deal with this sort of thing. Sure, she was earning brownie points for the after life by doing her duty, but when the childish and frighteningly powerful nuns you'd been working with for the past couple of years had the opportunity to turn all that energy that they used to put into fighting off demons and monsters, into legal SEX…well, there just wasn't enough brownie points in the universe to justify her having to sit still and LISTEN to the horrifying madness.
And now the bed in the room was creaking. And there were moans. And a load bang that made no sense, and she had no desire to make sense of it even as her mind reeled in the direction of logic in order to explain the reason for such a sound—no! nononononoNO! She was NOT thinking in the direction!
She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, ignoring the sting across her face as her long hair whipped at her skin.
This was just not what she signed up for when she applied as a Holy Bodyguard and/or Exterminator of Evil.
This just wasn't RIGHT.
Screams. Gasps. The shrieking of 'priest puh-puh-puh puhrieeeeeeeest' rang though the air in a sickening broken mantra.
Sango retreated in to the safe and silent darkest corners of her mind, and drew stick figure sketches of castration and maiming of not-so-innocent nuns in the hopes that they'd come to life and she wouldn't have to put up with this crap anymore because this was SO not her job and---
The noises stopped.
Sango emerged from the protective cacoon of the darkest reaches of her mind to find that the door to His room had opened and He was leaning against the doorframe, looking flushed but very pleased with himself.
Her brain gagged, she gagged, her stomach flopped and did a tap-dance, and things lower in her body tugged and hummed unexpectedly (but that last bit shall not ever be mentioned again by anybodyinthisroom because it DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN---- ;;;) at the sight of Him standing there so smug and shiny with sweat.
In reaction to the unexpected lunge of her heart to her throat in its attempt to escape through her mouth and make her say things she'd regret, she narrowed her eyes and sent him a scathing glare that made him take a step back. He really was looking a lot healthier now that she was making sure only one nun jumped him at a time, and he had ample recovering time between each session. The bruise on his nose had faded. His skin had lost its deathly pallor to be replaced by a healthy flushed glow—all in all, he looked much better than he had.
Which made thoughts of knocking him unconscious and castrating him so she wouldn't have to play pimp anymore all the more enticing. Heh. He could handle it. He was all better now. All it'd take is a quick knock and snip---
Her blasphemous thoughts must have showed on her face, because he paled considerably and made a visible effort not to step back any further.
She watched him with a Cheshire cat grin stretching across her face, and his eyes widened in fearful response.
And then, pleasantly enough, just when she thought she would make an easy kill, he surprised her by schooling his features and planting a telltale smirk on his face.
Well, she thought, maybe there was more to Him than she'd originally assumed.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, and waited for him to respond.
He smiled at her silkily and sashayed towards her, swinging his slender hips in a way the definitely should not have been as alluring as it was. The shoulder of his robe slipped down one arm, revealing smooth skin rosy from recent exertions, and modest, but decidedly well-formed arms and chest muscles. He very gently and tenderly placed his hands on hers, leaned in close so that his robe parted further to reveal a washboard-smooth abdomen and the shadows leading to lower places, and smoothed his cheek against hers.
"Why Sango, " he purred, and the delicious sound shivered down her spine, "Whatever is the matter?"
She stared at his ears. Nicely rounded ears that curved in a fragile shell and didn't breath huskily down her neck, and didn't caress her fingertips in a way that made her respond as she'd never responded to anything before. Those ears were shrouded by thick, dark hair that smelled sweetly of sandlewood and cinnamon and sweat. The hair stirred with each surprisingly shaky breath she took, and as she stared at his ears she wondered how he would respond if she were to take that delicate shell of flesh between her lips and run the skin across her teeth---
"Oh, Priest, that was wonderful. Can we go again before my turn is up? I don't feel quite cleansed enough, yet."
The feminine voice cut through Sango's fogged brain and her heavy-lidded eyes all at once snapped open, and the rosy heat that had been building inside of her turned to ice.
Her hand closed around His throat and she dug her nails into the pulsing artery on the side of His neck. She lifted Him away from her body, smiled into his bulging eyes as he choked and wheezed for breath, and promptly planted her other fist in his face with a roar of, "PERVERT!!!"
His head knocked back, but she kept her deathgrip on his throat and hissed into his face, "Don't you, " punch, "EVER punch, "TOUCH ME AGAIN!"
She shoved him away from her, and he hit the wall opposite them, and slid to the floor in an unconscious heap.
Beside her the recently bedded nun was gasping and shrieking hysterically, crying 'murder!' and 'blasphemy!' and 'ohmygod what about my next turn???'
A deadly, blood-freezing smile stretched across Sango's face as she casually reached over and stabbed the wailing nun in the thigh with a needle.
The nun promptly passed out on the floor.
The orderlies, when they did arrive, found Sango sitting in her chair in an empty hallway. They stared at her in bewilderment, and she smiled innocently. "They've fallen asleep." She said lazily, and stretched in her seat.
An empty hypodermic needle fell from her jacket and rolled across the floor to stop at the orderlies feet.
They stared at Sango, and she continued to smile, though her eyes sharpened and that smile turned dangerous.
They took three careful steps back before turning on the heels and making a run for it.
Sango made herself comfortable in her chair and smirked at the wall.
Revenge was so very sweet.
Sesshomaru turned the radio up as he wheeled around the corner that lead to the country road to Miroku's Summer House, just barely skimming the mail box planted disadvantageously near the middle of the road. Shaking his head, but still smiling (as he had been all day), he eased his Jeep Cherokee over the bumps and crevices that marred the face of the road, and sang along with the radio, " So she said, what's the problem baby? What's the problem? I don't know well maybe I'm in love (love!). Think about it every time I think about it can't stop thinking 'bout it!"
He jiggied in his seat enthusiastically, bobbing his head, tapping his hands against the wheel, and grinning as he sang along. He felt so good today!
He went through a large pothole in the road as he moved into the next verse of the song, " How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if its love (love!). Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nuthin 'bout love!"
Sesshomaru caught sight of a flash of white headdress against black dress in the bushes and his voice trailed off. His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips as he squinted in into the grasses.
Come on, come on, turn a little faster
He sped up to chase the bobbing figure in the tall grasses surrounding the house.
Come on, come on, the world will follow after
He veered off the road, switching to 4-wheel drive, and zoomed after the intruder. He wasn't about to let anybody mess with Kagome. Be it nun or crazed ex-boyfriend. He'd make sure they didn't bother her. His eyes narrowed as he picked speed.
Come on, come on, cause everybody's after love
Sesshomaru went flying through the tall grasses as the intruder picked up his pace—how was this person going so fast on foot? It couldn't be a nun, then. It had to be Kouga in disguise! A growl leaked out of Sesshomaru's mouth and he glared at his prey. He smirked suddenly as he caught sight of the intruder again. Kagome wouldn't miss the guy if he ran him over…
So I said I'm a snowball running. Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love melting under blue skies, belting out sunlight shimmering love
Cackling to himself, Sesshomaru decided not to tell Kagome that he'd run over someone in her defense. After all, if she knew everything was fine, she might go home, and he didn't want that at all. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't want her to leave, but he wasn't about to think about it now. He tightened his grip on the wheel, grinned viciously and pressed his foot down harder on the petal. He hit a bump and went soaring, landing neatly on his front tires before continuing. The intruder was making a run for the trees, but this Sesshomaru would catch the bastard before he made it.
Well, baby I surrender to the strawberry ice cream never ever end of all this love. Well I didn't mean to do it, but there's no escaping your love
Sesshomaru was suddenly in clear sight of the intruder, and his long white veil glinted in the sun. Whoever it was, he was moving pretty damn fast to avoid a jeep. Dimly Sesshomaru was aware of someone yelling, but he just turned up the radio. This intruder was gonna get run over, come hell or high water. He smirked evilly and leaned over the wheel.
And then the guy made it to the damn trees.
These lines of lightning mean we're never alone, never alone, no, no
With a snarl, Sesshomaru slammed on the brakes, put the car in neutral, and leapt out to hunt on foot. His smirk broadened; no one could outrun him. The loud, chirpy music he'd been listening followed him as he ran.
Come on, come on move a little closer
He was nearing the intruder. A mere ten yards distance separated them.
Come on, come on I want to hear you whisper
The intruder glanced back suddenly---and both he and Sesshomaru froze.
Come on, come on settle down inside my love
The man turned around completely, the shock on his face shifting into an intense glare. Sesshomaru winced.
"Sesshomaru! What the FUCK is your problem?!"
Sesshomaru paled, and almost caught himself fidgeting. What the hell HAD he been doing? He didn't quite understand it himself. He didn't usually run off the road in a murderous rage intent on running people over, for the sake of protecting beautiful women. It wasn't in his character.
But it seemed he was in a situation where he might be forced to explain his uncharacteristic behavior, and he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea.
So there he stood in the tall grasses of the field behind his house, the summer sun tangling through his silver hair, with a very angry man huffing and glaring at him from ten yards away. Sesshomaru' s eyes suddenly narrowed as he made his retalitory decision. Total denial.
"This Sesshomaru does not have a problem, Inu-Yasha."
warning: this story doesn't make much sense and is sometimes crude. So if, at some point, you start to feel a little lost, just go with it and keep reading. because there's no point in hurting your brain by trying to figure out whats going on in mine. :p
disclaimer: meow...i don't own inu-yasha.
OUR HOUSE
chapter 10
-'e' is even more of everything (that you adore?)
Sango tapped her fingers on the arm of an excessively uncomfortable waiting room chair, and tried her damndest to keep the noises from within the room she was guarding from savagely pummeling what sanity existed within her into an unrecognizable pulp. Understand that Sango without the barest shred of sanity within her was a very dangerous and unstoppable force, one that wielded illegal hallucinogenic drugs in sharp pointy needles and was not at all against stabbing random people with them, and that being the case, be reminded that sanity in Sango was incredibly necessary.
It was moments such as these, where the comfort-level of the known universe was threatened by a simple husky sound, that the rational portion of Sango should force her into an action that would lead her Very Far Away to a safe, sound-proof zone where such sanity-threatening things could not reach her.
However.
She was bound by sacred oath to the church she so humbly served, to stay put and keep watch, and make sure only one nun went into His room at a time in order to preserve His sacred organ. (She shuddered at the thought). And so, as she was a creature of honor and dignity, she would remain sitting thusly, knuckles white from her death grip on the armrests, her left eyelid twitching slightly, trying to block out the squeals and grunts that flitted in staccato bursts from the hospital room where the Priest was recovering under the loving minstrations of horny nuns.
A keening wail suddenly trumpeted from behind the closed door she was guarding.
Sango closed her eyes and counted to ten. She wasn't listening to this. She couldn't hear anything. She was just doing her job. Her job. Just doing her job…
Her job just didn't pay her well enough to deal with this sort of thing. Sure, she was earning brownie points for the after life by doing her duty, but when the childish and frighteningly powerful nuns you'd been working with for the past couple of years had the opportunity to turn all that energy that they used to put into fighting off demons and monsters, into legal SEX…well, there just wasn't enough brownie points in the universe to justify her having to sit still and LISTEN to the horrifying madness.
And now the bed in the room was creaking. And there were moans. And a load bang that made no sense, and she had no desire to make sense of it even as her mind reeled in the direction of logic in order to explain the reason for such a sound—no! nononononoNO! She was NOT thinking in the direction!
She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, ignoring the sting across her face as her long hair whipped at her skin.
This was just not what she signed up for when she applied as a Holy Bodyguard and/or Exterminator of Evil.
This just wasn't RIGHT.
Screams. Gasps. The shrieking of 'priest puh-puh-puh puhrieeeeeeeest' rang though the air in a sickening broken mantra.
Sango retreated in to the safe and silent darkest corners of her mind, and drew stick figure sketches of castration and maiming of not-so-innocent nuns in the hopes that they'd come to life and she wouldn't have to put up with this crap anymore because this was SO not her job and---
The noises stopped.
Sango emerged from the protective cacoon of the darkest reaches of her mind to find that the door to His room had opened and He was leaning against the doorframe, looking flushed but very pleased with himself.
Her brain gagged, she gagged, her stomach flopped and did a tap-dance, and things lower in her body tugged and hummed unexpectedly (but that last bit shall not ever be mentioned again by anybodyinthisroom because it DID NOT ACTUALLY HAPPEN---- ;;;) at the sight of Him standing there so smug and shiny with sweat.
In reaction to the unexpected lunge of her heart to her throat in its attempt to escape through her mouth and make her say things she'd regret, she narrowed her eyes and sent him a scathing glare that made him take a step back. He really was looking a lot healthier now that she was making sure only one nun jumped him at a time, and he had ample recovering time between each session. The bruise on his nose had faded. His skin had lost its deathly pallor to be replaced by a healthy flushed glow—all in all, he looked much better than he had.
Which made thoughts of knocking him unconscious and castrating him so she wouldn't have to play pimp anymore all the more enticing. Heh. He could handle it. He was all better now. All it'd take is a quick knock and snip---
Her blasphemous thoughts must have showed on her face, because he paled considerably and made a visible effort not to step back any further.
She watched him with a Cheshire cat grin stretching across her face, and his eyes widened in fearful response.
And then, pleasantly enough, just when she thought she would make an easy kill, he surprised her by schooling his features and planting a telltale smirk on his face.
Well, she thought, maybe there was more to Him than she'd originally assumed.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, and waited for him to respond.
He smiled at her silkily and sashayed towards her, swinging his slender hips in a way the definitely should not have been as alluring as it was. The shoulder of his robe slipped down one arm, revealing smooth skin rosy from recent exertions, and modest, but decidedly well-formed arms and chest muscles. He very gently and tenderly placed his hands on hers, leaned in close so that his robe parted further to reveal a washboard-smooth abdomen and the shadows leading to lower places, and smoothed his cheek against hers.
"Why Sango, " he purred, and the delicious sound shivered down her spine, "Whatever is the matter?"
She stared at his ears. Nicely rounded ears that curved in a fragile shell and didn't breath huskily down her neck, and didn't caress her fingertips in a way that made her respond as she'd never responded to anything before. Those ears were shrouded by thick, dark hair that smelled sweetly of sandlewood and cinnamon and sweat. The hair stirred with each surprisingly shaky breath she took, and as she stared at his ears she wondered how he would respond if she were to take that delicate shell of flesh between her lips and run the skin across her teeth---
"Oh, Priest, that was wonderful. Can we go again before my turn is up? I don't feel quite cleansed enough, yet."
The feminine voice cut through Sango's fogged brain and her heavy-lidded eyes all at once snapped open, and the rosy heat that had been building inside of her turned to ice.
Her hand closed around His throat and she dug her nails into the pulsing artery on the side of His neck. She lifted Him away from her body, smiled into his bulging eyes as he choked and wheezed for breath, and promptly planted her other fist in his face with a roar of, "PERVERT!!!"
His head knocked back, but she kept her deathgrip on his throat and hissed into his face, "Don't you, " punch, "EVER punch, "TOUCH ME AGAIN!"
She shoved him away from her, and he hit the wall opposite them, and slid to the floor in an unconscious heap.
Beside her the recently bedded nun was gasping and shrieking hysterically, crying 'murder!' and 'blasphemy!' and 'ohmygod what about my next turn???'
A deadly, blood-freezing smile stretched across Sango's face as she casually reached over and stabbed the wailing nun in the thigh with a needle.
The nun promptly passed out on the floor.
The orderlies, when they did arrive, found Sango sitting in her chair in an empty hallway. They stared at her in bewilderment, and she smiled innocently. "They've fallen asleep." She said lazily, and stretched in her seat.
An empty hypodermic needle fell from her jacket and rolled across the floor to stop at the orderlies feet.
They stared at Sango, and she continued to smile, though her eyes sharpened and that smile turned dangerous.
They took three careful steps back before turning on the heels and making a run for it.
Sango made herself comfortable in her chair and smirked at the wall.
Revenge was so very sweet.
Sesshomaru turned the radio up as he wheeled around the corner that lead to the country road to Miroku's Summer House, just barely skimming the mail box planted disadvantageously near the middle of the road. Shaking his head, but still smiling (as he had been all day), he eased his Jeep Cherokee over the bumps and crevices that marred the face of the road, and sang along with the radio, " So she said, what's the problem baby? What's the problem? I don't know well maybe I'm in love (love!). Think about it every time I think about it can't stop thinking 'bout it!"
He jiggied in his seat enthusiastically, bobbing his head, tapping his hands against the wheel, and grinning as he sang along. He felt so good today!
He went through a large pothole in the road as he moved into the next verse of the song, " How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if its love (love!). Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nuthin 'bout love!"
Sesshomaru caught sight of a flash of white headdress against black dress in the bushes and his voice trailed off. His eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips as he squinted in into the grasses.
Come on, come on, turn a little faster
He sped up to chase the bobbing figure in the tall grasses surrounding the house.
Come on, come on, the world will follow after
He veered off the road, switching to 4-wheel drive, and zoomed after the intruder. He wasn't about to let anybody mess with Kagome. Be it nun or crazed ex-boyfriend. He'd make sure they didn't bother her. His eyes narrowed as he picked speed.
Come on, come on, cause everybody's after love
Sesshomaru went flying through the tall grasses as the intruder picked up his pace—how was this person going so fast on foot? It couldn't be a nun, then. It had to be Kouga in disguise! A growl leaked out of Sesshomaru's mouth and he glared at his prey. He smirked suddenly as he caught sight of the intruder again. Kagome wouldn't miss the guy if he ran him over…
So I said I'm a snowball running. Running down into the spring that's coming, all this love melting under blue skies, belting out sunlight shimmering love
Cackling to himself, Sesshomaru decided not to tell Kagome that he'd run over someone in her defense. After all, if she knew everything was fine, she might go home, and he didn't want that at all. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't want her to leave, but he wasn't about to think about it now. He tightened his grip on the wheel, grinned viciously and pressed his foot down harder on the petal. He hit a bump and went soaring, landing neatly on his front tires before continuing. The intruder was making a run for the trees, but this Sesshomaru would catch the bastard before he made it.
Well, baby I surrender to the strawberry ice cream never ever end of all this love. Well I didn't mean to do it, but there's no escaping your love
Sesshomaru was suddenly in clear sight of the intruder, and his long white veil glinted in the sun. Whoever it was, he was moving pretty damn fast to avoid a jeep. Dimly Sesshomaru was aware of someone yelling, but he just turned up the radio. This intruder was gonna get run over, come hell or high water. He smirked evilly and leaned over the wheel.
And then the guy made it to the damn trees.
These lines of lightning mean we're never alone, never alone, no, no
With a snarl, Sesshomaru slammed on the brakes, put the car in neutral, and leapt out to hunt on foot. His smirk broadened; no one could outrun him. The loud, chirpy music he'd been listening followed him as he ran.
Come on, come on move a little closer
He was nearing the intruder. A mere ten yards distance separated them.
Come on, come on I want to hear you whisper
The intruder glanced back suddenly---and both he and Sesshomaru froze.
Come on, come on settle down inside my love
The man turned around completely, the shock on his face shifting into an intense glare. Sesshomaru winced.
"Sesshomaru! What the FUCK is your problem?!"
Sesshomaru paled, and almost caught himself fidgeting. What the hell HAD he been doing? He didn't quite understand it himself. He didn't usually run off the road in a murderous rage intent on running people over, for the sake of protecting beautiful women. It wasn't in his character.
But it seemed he was in a situation where he might be forced to explain his uncharacteristic behavior, and he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea.
So there he stood in the tall grasses of the field behind his house, the summer sun tangling through his silver hair, with a very angry man huffing and glaring at him from ten yards away. Sesshomaru' s eyes suddenly narrowed as he made his retalitory decision. Total denial.
"This Sesshomaru does not have a problem, Inu-Yasha."