To Love an Enemy

Chapter 4

I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters.....I wish I did......but I don't

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NOTE: but there is something that might I'm not sure be included in this chapter which is NOT mine! It is from the Tamora Pierce series The Immortal Wars or something, which is the continuation of the Song of the Lioness quartet (both are really REALLY good series if you're looking for a book to read) ANYWAYS I'm borrowing her idea of the winged horse with clawed hooves – called a Hurrok – so I hope it's not illegal to do that if I don't take credit for it. Just thought I should put that in.....

Sango stood outside the tent waiting to be called in. Listening carefully for when she would be called in. She could hear the voices of Inuyasha and the horrible man she had fought against arguing. When would the prince get there!

"You can not possible talk with her alone!" Inuyasha raved. "She is too bloody unpredictable. You saw her!"

"Once again you're underestimating me, I think I am perfectly capable of controlling this girl. I have everything all worked out," the man said.

"Feh! Whatever! It's not her I'm worried about being controllable, it's you!" Inuyasha said and stomped out of the tent.

"You may enter now," the guard outside the tent said. Sango hurriedly brushed a hand over the gown she was wearing to smooth out any wrinkles that might have appeared. As she walked in, and found herself inches away from the man she had fought. She gulped, she had never been this nervous in her life! She was glad Kagome had insisted in "beautying' her up before she came to met the Prince Miroku, if she was going to act like a sweet and docile maiden to win him over she needed to look beautiful to first catch his eye. The two guards on either side of her roughly took her arms and forced her into a chair at the end of a small table where on the other side sat a largely ornamented chair which had to be the Prince's thrown. As the two guards roughly sat her into the wooden chair, Sango closed her eyes struggling to keep her face blank. Unexpectedly though she found them roughly binding her wrists to the arms of the chair and she couldn't help but give a small cry of pain. She quickly bit her lip to stop the flood of years that threatened to flow. She would not let them see how they had hurt her. Her wounded arm throbbed in agony.

"Lads, lads," the man she had fought against said almost mockingly. "That's no way to treat a lady. That will be all thank you." The guards realizing they were dismissed left without a word. The man knelt next to Sango and began to untie the harsh ropes on her wrist. "I must apologize for my men, this was unnecessary," he said as the ropes slid from her wrists. Sango just glared at him. "Oh so you're not talking to me are we. That's really not way to treat a man who spared your life. The least you could do is talk to me, after all you do owe me..."

"I owe you nothing," Sango hissed. "I was ready to die; I wanted to die because death would be preferable to breathing the same air as murderers. You chose to let me live, I do not count that as merciful. Letting me live is the cruelest torture you could ever possibly inflict on me. Now if you don't mind I will not speak with you, I will speak with the Prince because if I don't he will order me too. You on the other hand can not." At first the man was taken back by her first statement but after a moment contrary to what Sango had thought his reaction might be, he threw his head back and began to laugh. Sango glared at him, but oblivious he continued to laugh. Finally Sango could take it no longer, "Whatever are you laughing at!"

The man lowered his head and wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "My dear lady," he finally managed hardly able to control his amusement. "I am the prince." Sango sat there stunned for a second unable to even think, just staring at the man who just continued on laughing. How could she have been so stupid! All her plans were ruined, she would never be able to act the docile pretty maiden around him to gain his trust, he new now how fiery she was. The plan would never work now and she was caught in the hands of the enemy with no hope of escaping. "Sango don't act so shocked," the prince said looking at her stunned expression.

That snapped her out of her thoughts. "How in the world do you know my name!" she growled.

"Oh I spoke with Kagome before you came, it really is a pretty name," he said looking her over. "Very fitting."

"What do you mean by that," Sango growled.

"I mean that it is unique just like the lady who it describes. The only other person I know of who has that name is the princess. Now am I going to have to tie you up or will you behave?"

"All I have to say is I should have killed you when I had the chance, and as for you: you will soon regret not killing me."

That statement shocked prince Miroku and suddenly he felt uneasy. Quickly he grabbed the discarded rope and said, "I'm going to tie you up. Not painfully just so you won't be able to leave your seat alright?" he walked up behind her and was slightly surprised when she didn't move as he looped the rope over her tiny waist and then knotted the rope behind the chair back. She has a great body Miroku thought and then his gaze fell on her rear and he smiled evilly and an even greater butt! His hand reached out and much to Sango's shock she found the prince groping her butt.

To be continued......

sorry for the really short chapter next one will be out very soon no need to worry next day or two. Hope you liked if so please review Thankx bye for now