A/N: Thanx to all my reviewers. Especially to Club Boredom. Is this story that much of a drug? Your review was very much appreciated. Are you a boy or girl? I expect girls to mostly be on this site and not boys. I have yet to meet any boys that like to read… Anyways, I wrote this chappie just for you Club Boredom.
Chappie # 9 The wooden Shoji doorEvery one dispersed from the small group that huddled together. Almost everyone went his or her separate ways. Sango looked around and caught Shippo's eyes on her. At the slight flicker of Sango's eyes Shippo stood from leaning on the balcony and walked over slowly to Sango. He had a very small almost unnoticeable hopeful face that traced his features. Sango wanted to smack herself in the head. He was going to expect and answer from her. She hated breaking someone's heart. Not that she broke many but still… She already made up her mind and wanted Miroku, not him. Even if Miroku didn't love her back she was still determined to be by his side. Shippo now stood in front of her. He gave her a small embrace and stroked her face. He leaned in close and looked into her eyes.
"Will you have me Sango?" Shippo asked. His voice melted her heart. How could she say no to him? He was just so Kami damn cute!
"No." Sango said finally. Shippo backed his face away from her and gave her a look of distain. Sango furrowed her eyebrows at him and he gritted his teeth.
"Why?" he gritted out with a small amount of anger and irritation lacing his voice.
"I don't love you Shippo." Sango stated simply. She didn't want to speak any more of this but he still wanted to keep on going. He was very persistent in questioning her, making her more uncomfortable by the minute.
Shippo crossed his arms, "Why are still going after that baka Miroku? He seems to be more interested in Kagura." He pointed towards Kagura and Miroku happily chatting away. Sango licked her dry lips and looked back at Shippo.
"Shippo, you have no idea what is going on between him and I!" she began to fume and raised her voice a little. Shippo seemed to be satisfied that he angered her.
"Are you sure, I know what he has in mind for Kagura. If her really loved you then he wouldn't be going off with Kagura right now." Shippo explained coolly as Sango's eyes shifted quickly to Miroku and Kagura's form. They slowly disappeared into a different room. Why isn't he struggling to get away? I thought he didn't like her. Sango huffed and angrily stomped back to her room She shut the door loudly and angrily.
"What if Shippo is right? What if Miroku does like Kagura and doesn't actually like me like I thought he did." Said Sango sadly to herself.
Miroku wanted to release himself from Kagura's grasp on his wrist. What if Sango saw?
"Kagura, where ever you are taking me, I really don't have time right now…" Miroku said plainly. He was beginning to hate Kagura with a passion because she kept on pursuing him. He hated nothing more then clingy women who won't just get over themselves and leave him alone. He had a fair share of them during his player days. He had to get away to get to Sango.
Miroku had enough of Kagura leading him aimlessly just to get him away from Sango. Miroku yanked his hand away from hers.
"Hey! What's your problem?" Kagura spat as she put her hands on her hips. She tilted her head to one side and frowned. She was pretty but not beautiful like Sango. Sango was perfect.
"Gomen nasai but I insist that I must leave." Miroku answered.
"Why?" Kagura furrowed her eyebrows and frowned even deeper. She felt rejected. Maybe because she was.
"Kagura, how can I put this in a simple way that even you can understand? I. Don't. Like. You." Kagura's eyebrows shot skyward and arched dangerously.
"What!" she yelled outraged. Miroku swiftly turned around and walked towards Sango's room. He tried to slide the door open as he got there but the door would not budge. He huffed and knocked on the door loudly. He heard some sniffling coming from inside and thought that Sango was probably crying again. Inside a voice called out quietly and harshly, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Miroku."
"Go away!"
"Sango, must we do this again?"
"Yes!"
"Open the door or else I won't go away."
"Stay there for all I care."
Miroku knew that this time Sango would not budge so he left quietly away to his own room until the servant came and announced when the supper was ready. Maybe then he could talk to Sango about what ever was bothering her now.
He reached his room shortly and opened the door. He stepped inside.
Sango, holding her ear against the door, heard Miroku's door shut on the other side. She sniffled some more and then stepped out her room. She had to tell Miroku some how. Maybe after supper she will. Sango inched her way down the hall and came to the wooden oak shoji door that she wasn't suppose to open. She was very curious after all. Naraku was planning something for them she had to know what. She couldn't just run every night and expect to not anything about the enemy. Ever since that day he told her not to open that door, it had always been on her mind. Like when a child id told not to run in the halls, they can not resist and then end up skinning their knees when they do. If she does open the door, will it back fire on her?
What would happen if Naraku caught her? Her breathing quickened as she looked over her shoulder and back. She slid her long slender fingers over the waxed surface and the door sighed. Sango's hand jumped back then shot out again to open the door. She peeked it open. Looking threw it with one eye she saw something incredibly terrifying.
Lying beyond the door were eight small blue shinning pools of water housed under a canopy of trees and other remarkable colored plants. But that wasn't what scared her. It was the bodies of Jaken, Shiori and Kuranosuke floating in their own pool of blood that shook her stupidly. She gasped and looked on with eyes wide. Each person was in one pool filled with his or her own blood. Each had markings all over their backs. What were the swirl like markings? Sango's breathing hitched as she heard another door creak open from the inside of the room. She quickly and quietly closed the door hoping more then ever that who ever or what ever didn't know she peeked into that room. She stealthy ran down the hall, her feet hit the floor as if feathers brushed the wind's surface. She flew down the hall and bumped into Shippo. She fell back and this time a strong pair of arms didn't catch her.
Her bottom hit the floor with a 'thud' and she whimpered. She got up and rubbed her aching butt. She looked up only to see a pair of cold eyes look back down on her. She knew that he was mad at her but this was ridiculous. He had only seen her for one day and talked to her for one day that month ago. It is impossible to fall in love with some one after one day, it can't be that love at first sight thing could it? All that fairy tale shit that her parents always told her about was complete ass cracking lies. She hated fairy tales. What's the point of lying to your children about damsels in distress and knight and shinning armors when there weren't any real ones out there?
Why do people have to give false hope to children? Making them think that there is always a happy ending when there clearly won't be one in any life. This type of bullshit should be band from book, stores, libraries, and ebay.
"Gomen nasai." Sango said. Shippo gave her a hard look and then sighed when he saw the worry and smelled the fear that wafted off of her.
"What's wrong now?" Shippo asked flatly.
"Shippo, may I speak to you in private?"
"Sure why not?" Sango lead Shippo into a separate spare room. She looked over her shoulder and shifted her eyes from side to side uneasily.
"Okay Shippo, what I'm going to tell you now is very important and don't go blabbing it around because I'm going to be the one telling who ever needs to know okay?" Shippo nodded in reply and sat back getting a little interested in the cautious tone that Sango took, She began to tell him what she saw behind the wooden door and then told him how two days ago Naraku had specifically told her not to go in there. That she was never allowed to even touch the door. Shippo looked worried. He folded his arms and then crossed his legs. He unfolded his arms and then brought one hand to his face to massage the spot between his eyes.
"Honestly Sango, I have no idea of what to say right now. If what you say is true then we are all in danger and are going to die on this island one way or another. It looks to me that it is some kind of ritual. That 's all I can tell you Sango." Shippo gruffly stood up and walked out of the room and left Sango in the room all by herself. She decided to head back to her room and then rest.
Supper TimeThe small 'ting' of a triangle rang threw the halls and signified that supper was ready. All the men and women that were left gathered in the dinning room and sat down quietly. Kagura avoided Miroku's eyes and so did Sango and Shippo. Kagura glared at Sango and Sango glared back while Shippo kept his eyes on his plate. The only one that seemed active and ready to eat was Koga. No one really talked to him but every now and then Sango caught Kagura's eyes flicker to his form longingly. This was interesting.
The servants brought in the food and Miroku slid his seat closer to Sango's. She went rigged as she felt his presence near her. She turned her head to the side and frowned at Miroku's close proximity. She wanted to hold him by the head and drown him in the Miso soup that was brought out.
"Sango, I have been meaning to ask you what is bothering you lately? You always seem angry."
"I am not angry."
"Yes you are Sango now please tell me what happened. I'm your friend you can tell me anything."
Is that all you want to be Miroku?
"Well who said you're my friend." Sango harshly whispered. She was getting irritated.
"Sango am I not your friend?" Miroku sounded very hurt at Sango's claim of him not being her friend, "And after all I done for you this is how you treat me?" he whispered back but more angrily.
"Yes that's exactly how I'll treat you." Sango whispered back.
"Fine." Miroku retorted as if he didn't need her friendship, which made Sango very angry.
"Fine!" Sango yelled out and jumped out of her seat and glared down at him.
"Fine!" he yelled back and jumped out of his seat also. Both of them stomped off to their rooms and slammed the door shut. Every one at the table looked around dumbfounded at the two's fighting that just came out of nowhere. They were surprised. They went back to their eating with out a care in the world.
You baka! Why did you have to go and start a fight with him! Now he hates you for sure. He'll never love you at the rate that you're going at now. GO back and apologize or else I'll have to make you. Yeah, you heard me right. I'll make myself go apologize. Sango self-resolving boosted her confidence and she slowly pushed the door open only to find Miroku's door still closed. She faught with herself once again to see if this were really necessary.
She breathed in deeply and plunged in head on. She walked over to Miroku's door and slid it open to see Miroku's startled body sit up from under his sheets. The light from the outside poured in from the out side and made her feature glow. She looked at Miroku who sat there in the dark staring at her.
"What do you want?" Miroku asked gruffly pulling the sheet over his body again and then turning away from her as he lay back down. Sango closed the door behind her and stepped in closer. Miroku still had his back faced towards her. She quickly came to his side and fell to her knees. She grasped Miroku's shoulder and breath out a 'sorry.' Miroku turned around and looked up into her eyes. She was sincere. He pulled her down towards him and gave her a warm embrace that lasted a life time. Sango melted onto his form, this time reveling on the touch of their skin. Sango shifted in Miroku's firm hold and faced him.
I love him. I love him not. I love him. I love him not. I love him. I love him not I love him. Okay now that that's over, should I tell him? Yes I should.
"Miroku? I love you." She whispered into his ear. Miroku looked down at Sango and for the first time and saw the love in her eyes that he always wished for. He wanted so badly to return the love back to her.
"Sango, I love you too and I always will." He nuzzled his face into her hair. Sango snaked her arms around his neck and firmly pushed her lips against his lips. They were so soft and pale. She liked the taste of him on her lips. She slid her tongue in to his mouth before he could take charge and do that himself. Miroku moaned into her mouth and pulled her body a top of his. His groin throbbed when her sex rested against his. Sango pressed her body flushed to his and her flesh heated at his touch. One of his hands made it's way down her back and caressed her bottom. This time he didn't get smacked like the other times he did. He leaned over to his side and flipped Sango under him. Miroku breathed onto her tinted skin and ran his hand over her obi.
He dug his hand behind her and loosened the obi and Sango blushed at his bold act. She looked around the room and she noticed that outside was beginning to get dark. That meant it will be only about 4 more hours until the 'game' begins.
Sango slid her hands through the front of his robes and massaged the firm muscled that bunched under her touch. She bit her bottom lip as her lower regions began to heat. By now Miroku had successfully unwrapped the kimono from her body and threw open the robe. He was lucky she was too lazy to put on undergarments or else her would have had some trouble taking off the long under wears. He gazed at her perfect beautiful body. Sango saw that he had striped her of her robbing so she did the same to his clothing. She made quick work of it and threw it off of his shoulders.
"Miroku, I'm scared." Sango bit her lower lip and ran her hands along his pecs. He still had his pants on and Sango wanted them off but at the same time she was scared. She was afraid. Kagome told her that the first time always hurt women and that it hurt her the first time also. Sango didn't wants to know all that about Kagome and Inuyasha and… Yuck!
Miroku leaned down close to Sango's ear and licked the delicate curve of her ear. Sango bit down on her lip harder and shivered. "Don't be afraid Sango. Your slaps hurt more then this would." Sango giggled and ran her hands down his pants and traced her fingers over his slight erection. When was the last time she saw him naked? Oh yeah, about a month ago when she pantsed him in the pool at six flags. He wasn't even embarrassed though… Wonder why?
Sango let her abused lip go and Miroku leaned down to claim her lips. Softly her brushed his against hers and then pressed down gently begging silently for her mouth to open. As Sango opened her mouth to breath in Miroku slipped his tongue through and caressed her tongue lovingly and firmly. As their tongues entangled themselves Miroku moved his hands down and grasped Sango's as she slowly traced lazy circled on his abdomen. He pulled her hand through his pants and had her grasp his full length. Sango felt her skin tingle and heat growing in her. It made her want to do things she thought she would never do to a man. She wrapped her fingers around him lightly and squeezed. She was rewarded with a small moan that escaped his lips. She smiled.
Miroku let go of her hands and traveled down lower touching her folds. They were so soft and delicate he had to go inside of her. "Sango? Do you want me?" Miroku asked her seductively. She nodded her head hastily and captured his mouth with hers. He slowly slid his index finger into her. Pulling it in and out slowly. Sango felt the burn of his fingers as they slid into her dry. After a moment she started to moan underneath him. He could feel the moisture beginning to build in her. She breathed in deeply and Miroku trail his hot wet butterfly kisses down from her ear to her neck. He softly sucked and licked it and caressed her hip with his free hand. He freely laid on her body and she welcomed his weight.
Miroku wanted by all means to take his pants off. He grinded his erection on her and Sango's hand jerked him slightly bringing a growl from Miroku's chest. Her fingers caressed him harshly and pulled at his shaft. He winced.
"Two fingers." She demanded. Miroku complied and inserted his middle finger with in her as well. She writhed beneath him and moaned louder hoping that no one can hear. His fingers ran in and out of her and her walls clenched around him. Oh how he dreamed being inside of her tight walls.
He pulled his hands out of her and striped off his pants. Sango glared at him when his familiar warmth wasn't still touching her. She licked her lips and stared at him in the eyes. The rich and arrogant man she met that month ago was truly a man. And she loved him.
He rubbed his hard member against her vagina enticingly and Sango pulled his body closer to hers. It's seems like dream… Was it real? Miroku eased himself down on her and opened her folds. He slid into her slickness slowly while savoring the feel of her pureness, cleanness, being so untouched. Sango grasped his shoulder and looked at him telling him that she felt a little uncomfortable. If only he could apologize for what he was going to do. He went deeper and deeper into her, feeling the maidenhead of hers against his head he stopped. He leaned down and kissed her apologetically and thrusted himself through. He felt her clench forcefully around him and she cried out. He caressed her face and kissed her all over, trying to calm her down. "Sango I'm so sorry, it won't feel this bad after awhile…" he whispered into her ear. He nipped her skin and she bit him back, harshly. Miroku began to move in and out of her slowly as her clench on him loosened.
Sango could feel his hard length inside of her slowly move in and out. It did hurt like Kagome said. She never would have imagined that it felt this good after though. Sango began slightly grinding her hips against his. He moaned and into her neck and she moved her hips towards him again. They made a steady rhythm and worked each other to their limits. Sango could feel the coil inside her stomach and guessed that Miroku did too as he started to pant and thrust into her faster and faster. Her hips jerk up and down and clenched around him. He loved that she was so tight. He had never taken anyone's virginity before. All the women he was with at least had more sex then needed. They were never as tight as Sango was.
"Kohaku! I'm gonna find you!" Rin yelled as she ran around her deluxe apartment. Sesshomaru, her adopted father, bought her a brand new apartment for her birthday a month ago. She was so happy that she almost wanted to jump on his back and play horsey again like she did when she was little. She only played that game twice and then after that never again. Sesshomaru said it was too demeaning and even as a child she knew that her father never even wanted to play with her. He always hired people to play with her, at first it was frustrating and lonely. But after a few years with him she learned how to love him for who he is. So now he just spoils her rotten. He is the head of the Taisho company anyways. It's safe to say that he thinks money can buy her happiness. But to her that's not true. She may like all the things that he buys her but all she wants is to spend sometime with the man who raised her since she was young. Maybe she will request that for her birthday next year…
"Sango…" Miroku whispered heavily in her ear. Sango writhed Miroku's hard thrusts. She panted and clenched her self around him. Miroku slid into her up to the hilt. Sango bared her teeth and gritted them together. Sango wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed him down on her self. Sango could feel the coil get a little tighter and a rush of pleasure made her moan out Miroku's name.
"Miroku, Miroku…"
"Yes Sango…" he whispered into her left ear. He slid his tongue over the curve of her lobe and his hands traveled along her stomach. One of his hands rested by the side of her head while the other one played with her nipple. Sango arched her back and Miroku kissed her deeply. That was it. The feeling inside of Sango's stomach exploded and melted her insides. Miroku could feel her. As he slid in and out of her tight walls they closed in around him. Sango clenched really hard showing him it was her first orgasm, he pushed himself deep into her womb and spilled his seed. A warmth bathed Sango's insides and she sighed in relief.
It was her first release and it felt good. Miroku shuddered atop of her and pulled out of her reluctantly. He fell to his side with Sango curled up by him. This is what true love felt like? It was good to be in love then. Miroku turned his face over and looked at Sango's sweet smile. He pulled her close to his warm chest and inhaled her scent.
"Sango when we get through this, I want you and I to be married." Miroku said quietly into her hair. Sango's eyes watered momentarily and she jumped up into a sitting position.
"Oh Miroku! Yes!" Sango flung her arms around his and laughed happily into his shoulder.
A/N: I felt to lazy to write a good lemon if you didn't think it was to good. Gomen nasai. They finally confessed their love! Yippy!
