I've made Sango a pussy. But c'mon, breakdowns happen to the best of people … and the worst. Aw well. Oh, and I changed a few things as well. I hope it made it more exciting.
Chapter 2: Unsuspecting Actions and A Troubled Fox
Sango could not believe it. He had cornered her—and to her own weapon! With one simple push, he could end her life with a flick of the wrist. He could kill her whenever he chose to.
Sweat covered her aching body. Chokes were heard from Sango's rough breaths. Her heart was angrily banging her poor chest. Thoughts in her mind were furiously rampaging. All of the blood rushed to her head and made her feel faint. She wasn't injured, but still all of these feelings made her suffer as if she was.
This couldn't be the end, could it?
Hope seemed to fade in the darkness for Sango. Her will appeared as if it was lingering away with it. She had failed her promise to free Kohaku. He would stay under Naraku clasp until he decided there was no use for him. Then he would just toss him as if he was nothing. It pained her to think of it. She was on the verge of crying again, with all her painful thoughts flying throughout her... but—
Naraku stood up and brought her to her feet. With his rough arms he gently placed them over her. Sango's eyes were spread with surprise, as to—he had just before was about to kill her, and now he was holding her tenderly in his arms. What was he doing? All of herself forgot about everything in the world, and her mind focused puzzled by the task at hand. This was by far the most strangest it has ever gotten.
Sango realized something; this was her time escape, Naraku didn't have a weapon and she could catch him off guard. She could bound off quickly grab her hiraikotsu and possibly have a competent attack to him. But...
She didn't want to.
As if Naraku could hear her thoughts he obtained his advantage and brought her closer to him, with her head on his supple chest. She began to blush in an instant, and as a reflex, was going to slap him as she did with...
"Houshisama..." She whispered with sentiment.
Naraku's eyes lowered angrily at word and as that, he gripped tighter to the taijiya. The glance, which Sango had undoubtedly noticed, perplexed her further. She blinked a few times. Did she see what she thought she saw; Naraku had given the impression that he was jealous. Sango's eye began to become heavy, and she didn't stop them, she was unbelievably relaxed in Naraku's arms...
Naraku's arms!
What the hell was she thinking! Never mind what he was doing. What was she doing! Letting herself be held and captivated by Naraku, her sworn enemy– the one who had hurt her friends, the one that killed her village, the one who was holding her dear brother! Sango was about to push Naraku away from her but before she was able, Naraku did the most unbelievable thing—
Naraku softly pressed himself against Sango's virgin lips. Heat rushed to her head. Innocent as this feeling was, it was strange. She could've never imagined having a moment like this with her sworn enemy. The world was swirling around her, the danger she felt was no more. Caught up in this moment, Sango opened her mouth. As a dark chuckle escaped Naraku, his long tongue slithered into Sango's mouth. The kiss became deeper. His snake-like tongue explored her moist cave. The soft but strengthy motions of his long tongue entranced her. His saliva was tame and so sweet.
The feelings slowly changed--she began to feel the deep and wonderful sensation she did when Naraku had cornered her earlier. Her whole body was pulsing with heat, she felt herself leak down a sweet, evil wetness from her legs. After a few seemingly quick seconds past he let go of Sango. She slowly backed away from and placed her fingers nervously onto her lips. She was blushing as hard as she had ever done. Naraku had just kissed her...
The evil han'you looked at the taijiya with a confident glance. Then he spoke to her softly as he started to steadily fade away, "As I said Sango... I can and will be more than willing to grant you salvation..." And then he was gone.
So much was on her mind, she couldn't sense straight. Sango brought her hands down from her face. She looked to her left unhurriedly and saw her mighty weapon, the hiraikotsu—and then to the right where her pet cat was lying on the ground. With her open hand she carefully picked the little neko up and held the cat close to her.
She was already dressed in her yukata, and her little acquaintance was up and well. Sango toke a few steps forward and stopped to look at the sky. The atmosphere was fading black with a tint of light blue rising from the bottom of the hillside. Kirara noticed the scent of Naraku and sneered—but only until she found out it was on her beloved owner. She was cast back and tilted her head wondering Seeing her owner standing there in solemnities poor Kirara was worried and "meowed" and nudged her master to see if she would respond. But she didn't answer to her. She was too lost in thought.
Naraku could've killed her—and so easily too. But he dispatched the option and went so far as to hug her and kiss her. But he didn't kill her. Sango came to the conclusion that he was trying to get her to join him. But Naraku tried that once, and that time—when Sango rejected he a lot most destroyed her. What was the difference from then and now?
She moved her tongue throughout her wet mouth. She felt the sensational taste of Naraku's saliva. It seemed to be... mystifying.
Sensational? Mystifying?
Oh, God what was she saying? This was Naraku she was talking about. Her and Naraku!
However, before she was able to conclude a thought struck her. She recalled the time where Inuyasha had smelt Kouga on Kagome back when they were at the den. And if he was able to sense that stench so clearly, he would be able to smell Naraku on her as well. Nervous about the quandary, she rushed over to a strong scented fern. She roughly snagged a branch from the plant and started rubbing her body, since the yukata was not touched but Naraku then.
Once she was completed with that she walked over to a small water hole. She bent down to wash the scent of the native fern on her names to prevent suspicion from InuYasha or Shippou. At least she remembered that. It would've been terrible if they had found that out... how would she explain?
In thought, she stood up quietly and began to turn around toward the direction of the camp and motioned for Kirara to follow but behind her—
"Sango?" A little voice whispered.
She flinched back at the sudden noise surprised, for she thought that she and Kirara made their own company. Her hiraikotsu fell from her hands to the ground but she wasn't concerned, she headed her direction toward the speaker and saw the little kitsune youkai.
"Shippou..." She said to him placing her hands upon her heart reassuringly, her face half smiling, "You gave me quite a scare."
Sango noticed that he didn't seem so chipper as usual but in a questioning state she had yet to put her finger on. "Sango..." he said quietly, "Are you okay?"
The mention of the consideration made her blush instantly. But she mentally slapped herself and soon shook it out of her system. Her words hesitated to come out, but she finally spoke, "... I went after him, but only Kirara got injured—though her damage is already—"
"No, Sango I mean--" Shippou said concerned.
Sango became worried and began to have delusions. Fear was swimming in her conscience. She answered back roughly and appeared to be angry—
"Shippou, I'm really fine—Kirara too—I—"
"Sango please..." Shippou said looking both troubled and serious, "I smell him on you..."
Sango was stunned at him. Her eyes were wide and she felt the sweat tangled in her hair. How did he know? Was the fern not strong enough? Was he there? No he couldn't have Her cat would've smelt him. Then what? "Oh no..." She trembled with her pupils death stricken. It hit her.
The kiss. She hadn't wiped away the scent of Naraku's saliva from her mouth. Now Shippou knew. Sango fell to her knees in tears and covered her mouth. Shippou ran up to her worried.
"Sango...?" Shippou frowned, "W-What did he do to you?"
To Be Continued …