Until Your Heart Falls Three:
AN: What's happening? I'm soooo happy with myself that I've been working so hard on my CCS fic and this….(don't tell, but I like this better!) I just love it! And I read all the reviews, and I got so inspired! I dedicate this chappie to these homies:
Schoolqueen: I'm so happy you think so highly of me! But to me, it's the reviews (like the nice one you gave) rather then the numbers. But if you want to pimp this for me, that's fine too!
Saiyou-the-Lover: (cool name) thank you! Kurai-Tenshi likes this fic too! She hopes she can get MORE up for you soon! You keep rockin!
CW: (unsigned, but you know who you are) You rock. I love how you actually paid attention to the characters! (I love S+R too! Can't get enough!) Review me again, and leave me an e-mail so I can answer yer review personally! (Love you tho)
Somegirl1110: (another cool name) Honestly, I love yer review. Like….more then a friend. No seriously, I'm soooo happy somebody finds my desperate reach at humor funny! (I make myself laugh as I write it, but yer not supposed to laugh at yer own jokes….) I REALLY look forward to another review! More for you!
And of course:
Lady Tomboy: Love you. Thanks for the support, and you got yer muse to visit! Don't let her go!
On with the madness:
With much love and devotion:
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
"Hey Sango! When you gonna jam with us again?" "Shut up Hideki, you're still wasted." Sango Higurashi shot back to her lounging "friend". He was a member of a band she used to be in. Just one of her many side projects to distract her from her real responsibilities. She felt a muscular arm slide around her waist. She stopped short in the club, knowing exactly who it was. "That's your hand on my ass Mihara." Her voice was intolerant and hinting at a threat. She turned to face the smirking twenty-year-old. Twenty going on three as she liked to say. "Where were you last night?" he asked voice taking on a slight growl. "At a party." Sango answered, acting indifferent.
"Laughing it up with all your rich friends?" Mihara was not impressed by her apparent toughness. He knew she must still have feelings for him. After all, he'd turned her down a number of times. Using a bit of her martial arts expertise, Sango executed an eloquent twist that spun his arm at a one-eighty. "How stoned are you? Go find that blonde bimbo of a girlfriend you have and leave me and my ass alone. Both me and it are sick of you." Her hiss came clenched between teeth. "I dumped her." He snarled, shaking her free. The momentary shock was the only thing that made her let go.
At least that's what she told herself. "Sango, I was dumb." "Tell me Mihara. Is your dick as big as your IQ?" she whipped around and charged through the underground club. She felt a twist in her heart. She'd fallen in love with Mihara when she'd first started hanging out with the "bad" crowd (AN: You know who you are….). He'd treated her like a nuisance, and for some reason she'd not taken the hint. When she confessed her love, he'd laughed at her. Literally.
Up on stage, there was some no-name band playing. As Sango tuned in to the bassist, she realized she could play better….in fact….letting the anger in her take control of her mind and rational thought she pushed violently past people head-banging around her, and got to the stage. She stormed onto stage, causing the musicians to all stare at her. She kicked their amps out of the way, probably breaking everything. No one stopped her. They all knew who she was. She grabbed the bass from the man giving her the blank and slightly terrified stare.
Everyone was either boo-ing or applauding. Hoping the others' caught on she began strumming with all her might. As the beat made its way through the remaining amps, the drummer was the first to catch on. He assisted her, beginning to play hard and fast. Next entered the guy who'd been on main vocals before with his sharp electric guitar. Sango shut everyone else out as the beat and the throb of the music surrounded her.
Then came the lyrics:
I hate you
But I love you so
You say you want me
But you tell her those same candied lies
When will you grow up enough to realize
I'm over you
And I'll never go back
I love you
Now die….
As she began the second verse, cheers began to erupt, and a mosh pit began right in front of the stage. But Sango neither saw nor heard any of it. She was gone in her own world. The music had transported her to her only escape from the pain and guilt, from herself. And she was going to stay there as long as possible:
I see you
You smile and you laugh
But at me or with me?
You've trampled my heart before
I'm waiting for you to realize it's was already broken before you crushed it
When will you grow up enough to realize
I'm over you
And I'll never go back
I love you
Now die
As the song hit the crescendo and the guitarist had his solo, Sango let out a scream that made the crowd scream right back at her:
But you'll never see will you?
You're not responsible
For ruining me
I did that
Now I just need a light to find my way away from your
Polluted love
But you'll never grow up enough to realize
That I'm not over you
And I could go back
But I love you
Now die!
The song ended with her sharp bass, and as it did, she smashed it onto the ground, thrusting it over her head, and smashing it to pieces. The stage cracked a little under the weight of it, but she didn't care. She was sweating like crazy, in a fit of anger, but it was released anger, and it was slowly leaving her mind as she came back to reality. Her pants became more controlled and she exited the stage leaving everyone just as confused as before. They wanted more but that was all she had.
'Polluted Love'. She'd written it a year ago, and it still held such pain for her. Shaking her head she realized she needed a drink. Fast. Good thing she owned half of this place anyways. This was probably why no one would stop her. And she was known as a scary bad-ass. Although she wasn't, but let them think what they wanted.
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Sango arrived home late that night. Having to convince Vince (the American transfer security guard) had been hard, and his suggestive comments on a payback had left her fist sore from punching him. The timid knock on her door was unexpected. She waited, poised to try covering up her reason for being fully dressed at midnight and panting as if she were escaping. Or returning it was the same.
Rin poked her head in. Sango let out a sigh, glad it was her sister. "Come in Rin." She called. The young girl smiled, and slid through the crack in the door. "What's up?" Sango asked wondering why her sister was up so late. "It's this new business deal….Sango it makes me nervous for some reason." Rin scuffed her slippered feet on the carpet. "Rin, don't worry about the business. It'll only give you a headache." Sango said sighing, having gone over such things many times with Rin.
She was always paranoid about something in the business. Even though she had no idea what any of it was about. Sango turned away form her sister and pulled her jean jacket off. The patches and pins on it were all specialty of her. Her favorite one was the one that said 'Pins Suck'. Rin's eyes widened as she took in Sango's ripped plaid pants and short orange shirt that said: "Defy your thoughts". It was impaled with safety pins. Her chunky platform heels clicked loudly as she moved into the bathroom and began undressing for a shower. She closed the door slightly so she could still hear Rin.
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Rin tried to get her voice above its small volume as the water started in the bathroom. "Sango, I think something is wrong with Kagome." Rin listened as the water shut off abruptly in the other room. "What?" Sango called, making sure she'd heard Rin right. "She's been really spaced out since the meeting this morning. I think she might be getting sick." Rin called, knowing she could've whispered and Sango would've run over to her to hear her better. The water started again.
Rin heard the shower curtain sliding open then closing. She took the hint and moved into the bathroom taking notice of how Sango had painted the room three different colors and spontaneously too. Just all thrown together, orange pink and blue. And a really dark blue too. "Does she mutter about something resembling anger a lot?" Sango asked. Rin saw her shadow outlined in the curtain. She was scrubbing her waist-long hair. "Yeah. How'd you know?" Rin asked, surprised.
"And does she seem like she dreaming while she's awake?" Sango continued, ignoring Rin's answer. "Yes." "I see. I'd better talk to her, is she in her room?" Sango asked. Rin put a finger to her lip, her habit while thinking. "No she's out on the balcony near the back gardens." She thought fast and remembered Kagome's dazed voice: 'But I want to be alone. Tell Sango not to bother me.' "But she asked to alone Sango-san." Sango ignored her and after a few minutes, Rin left, still unsettled about her odd dream she'd had.
She couldn't remember it like the one the previous night. All she remembered was lots of white. As she wandered down the hall deep in thought, she hardly realized it when she banged into a door. Crying out and holding her head in the slight streak of pain, she waited for her vision to stop spinning. "Rin? Is that you?" Rin whipped around to face the stair case on her right. "Oh! Auntie! Hi!" she gave a glimmering smile to Kagome's mom, her aunt.
"Are you okay honey? I saw you get hit. You really must pay attention." She placed a comforting hand on Rin's head gently. "I'm fine. I do things like that all the time." Rin said quietly blushing and watching the ground. Her aunt was so pretty! Rin almost envied her. She could see where Kagome got her looks from. Her aunt held a classical sort of beauty, whereas Kagome was more….natural. And Sango….now that Rin thought about it her sister was awfully pretty. The two always attracted stares when they left the house.
Sighing (and causing her aunt to become slightly confused at her odd mood swings) she asked where Gramps was. "In his study honey. Are you sure you're okay? Do you want some aspirin?" Rin shook her head, too timid to say more. "Why don't we four girls get out of this dreary house tomorrow, hm? Gramps is having some guests over, and it would only be boring if we stayed here. We'll go shopping or something." "Ok." Rin murmured. "All right. Now go find Gramps." She gave the small girl a slight push in the small of her back.
Rin moved down the stairs fast, praying she wouldn't trip. She only did once and moved to the study in all its glowing excellence and shelves of books that were never really read.
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Sesshomaru sighed. It wasn't a depressive sigh. It was a sigh that spoke of harsh thoughts. And indeed they were harsh. As he stared out his large window in his cavernous office he watched the diamond-like brilliance of Tokyo below him. It was all so glorious. Yet he felt so chained. It was harder and harder to control his emotions lately.
Especially in the confines of this damned city. His demon blood was simmering a lot and it was becoming dangerous. On impulse he threw open the large window, and let the breeze hit him full force. It threw back his already perfectly placed locks. Then again, everything about him seemed routine and perfect. It was the fangs that gave him away. And still those were carefully hidden upon his father's rigorous instruction.
His eyes for only a moment allowed his soul to surface and in them was such a grief and need for the loss of control, the feeling of….feelings. He wished in that moment, with his body hanging out of a twenty storied (sp?) building that he could sprout wings and fly off to someplace far from here with all its rules and money, and….humanity. He was so far away from here. "Pitifully majestic isn't it?" CRACK! The window slammed shut and Sesshomaru whipped to his invader with fire eyes. Miroku. "Leave." He ordered, all his previous emotion gone in that one second it took him to turn around.
"You don't belong here Sesshomaru." The statement almost caused him to start. But he held rigid control. After all, this was a womanizing bastard in front of him. The idiot understood nothing. Then how could he be so right? He let the questions die on the edge of his thoughts. "You need answers." Miroku continued on, ignoring the impassive wall that was Sesshomaru. "I need questions." The only answer he could think to give. He was slightly thrown-off by the slight smirk on the man's face, and the casual way his lean body was thrown against the frame of his door.
The smirk suggested nothing cocky, just some kind of surpassed knowledge. He thought himself superior. "Stop chasing your tail." Miroku's closed eyes made it seem as if he'd rather keep them hidden from sight. His smirk broadened. "No pun intended." 'This boy is a labyrinth of puzzles!' Sesshomaru thought, but he decided to play along. "Are you trying to get me to open to you?" he asked, question suggesting coyness his monotone voice did not project. "Open what? You don't realize how much I already know." He didn't like that answer.
"Get out of here. Go home. I don't need your riddles." "Are you suggesting you would use them?" "Leave boy." His voice could've cut metal. Miroku's eyes slit open slightly. "You don't get it do you?" He shifted slightly. His hair fell into his face, hiding now open eyes. "You have others' then your shadow." He scoffed and shook his head in a mocking defeated manner. "Demons. Always so sure their asses are covered until it's bitten off."
He left Sesshomaru then. The man ran a hand though his silver hair, trying to disregard what he'd said; but it kept chasing him around in his mind. That boy always got into his head! How? He barely knew him! How could he be so….moronic then sweep in and tongue-tie him? Him! Sesshomaru! Sighing his conflicted sigh again, Sesshomaru threw himself onto his couch. A blank mind and filled eyes searched the ceiling. There were no answers to his unknown questions there either.
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"Kagome?" "Leave me alone Sango." Kagome said harshly over her shoulder. "Who is it? Boy or girl. Never pegged you for girl, but hey man whatever floats your boat." Kagome glared at the persistent girl as she approached her on her perched place on the railing just under Sango's room balcony. "Do you just not listen, or are you deaf?" "Both. Now give me a name." Sango brushed off Kagome's sharp retort.
"I don't know what you mean." Kagome said, sounding distracted. She gazed back out to the inky night. She found the dark and the cool wind refreshing and comforting for her thoughts and heart. "Don't shit me. I know love. Now give me the name." At Kagome's forced silence she sighed. "Fine. I'll just…ask little Rin." "No!" Sango smiled, a devilish smile, before coming to Kagome's side so she could see the girl's face.
"I'm not in love. It's just….this guy gets to me, and I really don't want him to." She sounded almost pained to admit that. "What? Married, old, taken, gay, what's wrong with him?" Sango leaned forward as she was, staring at the same nothingness. "I hate him." "Oh. That. I'd like to meet him." she sounded amused. "Sango! This isn't funny!" Kagome faced her, anger causing a slight tint to her usually mildly tan cheeks. Sango chuckled, making Kagome prickle.
"Calm yourself child. You don't need to tell me. In fact, I don't give a rat's ass." Sango turned to leave, but Kagome pulled her back by grabbing her arm. "Wait. He's the brother of the business partner for the deal we're closing. He's…stolen my first kiss." Sango growled, surprising Kagome, and cracked her knuckles. "Shall I 'take care' of him?" she asked, sadistic grin in her eyes. Kagome sighed. "Relax. I can take care of him myself. But…I can't stop thinking about it, and I hate myself for it." "Oh." Sango let her hands fall to her side and winked. "Kagome, sounds like you got yourself quite a play boy, na?" "Not funny! He is a playboy. One of the biggest in Japan actually. I…don't want to lo-" she cast a hasty glance at Sango.
"I mean like him. But…I can't stop it." "So convince him you're the only one he'll ever want. Or just fall out of love with him. Stop him from wanting to ever come near you again. What does he hate?" she asked, leaning on the railing next to Kagome. "I don't know. I haven't known him that long." She shrugged. "Well, does he enjoy chasing after little miss ice queen?" Sango asked. "Maybe." Kagome seemed distant.
"Well, become a slut." Kagome's eyes bugged. That got her down to Earth. "I will not!" "I refuse to give in to love! Never! He's a pig-headed, dog-eared idiot, and a cheating lying scum! I will not let his lying kisses lure me away from reality!" she took a step away, going on a tangent. Sango grabbed her face in two hands, and got her angry eyes staring straight into her own. A grin was in both her eyes and her face. "So much for knowing nothing about him, eh?" having said, she let go of Kagome and began to hum. Kagome tuned in, recognizing the song. "Shut up Sango." She hissed, storming back into the house.
Smiling a coy smile, Sango finished the last hymns of Gackt's 'Mizerable'. She walked to the edge of the balcony and blessed the creeper vines thick and plentiful growing up to her balcony. She climbed them rapidly, singing in her sweet voice: "Todokanai kono omoi dake…toiki ni nosete…."
"My feelings will never reach you….I'll put them in a sigh."
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AN: Sorry. Short. VERY short. I know I suck. And yes, Sango's song is products of Kurai Inc. so don't steal without my permission. Well…then it's not stealing. Just ask me. Ok, hopefully I can get something new out soon. I hope. I love you all, and please review! (Gackt lyrics, NOT MINE!)
Deny your maker:
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom