Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Inuyasha characters.
A/N: Thanks again you guys for the reviews! I'm still keen on adding KagomexInuyasha scenes and where the group might be at this point. But that will be all next chapter! If anybody has any ideas on how to spice up the story, don't forget to mention and I might consider it. You never know until you try. ;) Remember to R&R!
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Sango's eyes opened, her body's stability rickety. She let her fingers even out the silken clothing underneath her and through a sharp intake of breath—and the noted slow breathing against her— Sango whirled herself around, still perched securely in Bankotsu's lap, and gasped. What in the world? The familiar pearly white teeth smirked, Bankotsu's navy blue eyes luminous in the lightened room; Sango blushed furiously, "What the fuck!" She struggled to pull herself out of his lap, as his arms refused to move from the already encircling position around her waist.
"Why so hasty?" Bankotsu sniggered and so his amusement and delight was ephemeral as his face connected with her lanky elbow and Bankotsu (who apparently did not anticipate the impulsive assault) sputtered irritably, his hands flying to his nose as a trickle of blood oozed down to his chin. Sango yanked herself free from his arms and spat wappishly, "Pervert!"
Wiping away the last of his blood, Bankotsu made a haughty 'hmph' noise from the back of his throat and spared her a fractious look. What was with this girl? Here he was, taking care of her raw gashes and wounds and she was too busy to even thank him for that. Growling with unmistakable anger, Bankotsu raised her gaze toward Sango, half-expecting her to be standing there in a bow and repeatedly apologizing, instead he found himself with the same woman as the night before; hands embracing herself, kneeling on the floor with a depressing aura.
Of course, the lost she suffered still hadn't gone forgotten. She was still mourning over that kid.
She was dreadfully mind-numbing, boring, tedious, tiring…whatever word that described her monotone behaviour. What was worse, she didn't even look up from her position, didn't even so touch the food he left for her. She just sat there like a rag doll doing nothing. And Bankotsu just stared.
Once he had let his hands meander beneath her arms, to mend the tattered bandages, only to be surprised by her fierce reaction, her face contorting into anger mixed with shame as she hissed in a deadly tone, "Don't touch me!" And he had grudgingly snapped back to shut her up, pinned her lightly to the ground (of which she could not pull herself out of in the apparent state of her body) and mended her bandages. Although he could feel her struggling stubbornly below his weight.
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The room was carpeted, four walls connected to each other to form a fairly cosy place. There were two futons, set on either side of the room, a bamboo door and a window protruding on Sango's side of the room. Bankotsu had taken the fainted woman's state as a positive thing. It was all the more easier for him to carry the girl the previous night, through the forest and into an unknown yet inviting village. The Chief of the rural community had generously let the two stay in their guest house and offered free food and nourishment. The women of the place had agreed to nurture Sango and in repayment, Bankotsu had concurred that he would protect the village from any disastrous ailment or demon attacks.
"Feh." He sat beside the closed compartment, awaiting the finished nourishment of his hostage. He had finally concluded, finished his processed thoughts of why exactly he had taken Sango as a hostage. Truthfully, he had felt painfully sympathizing toward Sango's loss and her unawareness of the fact. There was one thing, in fact, that they both utterly and passionately hated; Naraku.
Of course, in order to join forces, he was keen on not only getting her used to his company but also enjoy it. And there was this one other fact…of course, he couldn't quite tell how it happened…there was a sudden attraction Bankotsu felt toward Sango. But that was rather pointless, it was probably his pity. Nothing more…Right? Whatever, he longed to keep her by his side until he actually knew what he exactly wanted.
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Scrub, scrub, wash and clean.
The young women, chattered happily as they scrubbed against Sango's sweaty and clammy body. They had her sitting inside a half cut circular bath tub, water rinsing through her creamy skin and inky dark hair. Thick though it was, it was washed out into a silky condition.
After setting bandages across her ribs and a few massages upon her bruised leg and shoulder, they pulled Sango into a standing position. She shivered lightly, her naked body being pursued by the beautiful women, as they wrapped and hauled a light blue coloured kimono around and onto Sango. There were white flowery patterns drawn across the soft and supple clothing. A fairly tall, tanned woman tugged at Sango's now silky and dried out hair and pulled it into a high ponytail, tying a red ribbon securely around it.
After a few giggles and content whispers throughout the girls, they towed Sango outside with them, shoving a bowl of rice and vegetables into her hands as they forced her to sit across Bankotsu's egotistical frame.
A smirk formed across his smug features as he propped a hand on his knee and set his chin upon it, staring at Sango's irritated flushed appearance.
"What?" she snapped.
"Nothing."
"Stop staring at me."
He grinned, leaning back against the wall. Her nose bristled angrily and her ponytail swung across her frame in a livid manner as Sango stood up, abandoning her bowl of rice and limping her way toward Bankotsu to stab a stubborn finger into his chest. "You better explain to me why and what you are planning to do," her face inches away from his, she continued, "Or I'll beat the shit out of you. Even with my injuries, I can make you hurt more than you know."
Bankotsu couldn't help but smile at her adorably cute actions; her pretty dress-like kimono fell across her frame in just the right ways, making her skin look bizarrely rosier and her mahogany, golden eyes glittered angrily yet prettily across her adorned facial features. And she looked all the more beautiful when her face flushed in embarrassment and awkwardness as she caught him looking at her in an odd manner.
"You are hopeless." Sango heaved a sigh through her lips, annoyed of his silent behaviour and stalked back across the table when the Chief had entered to have an 'important' discussion with Bankotsu; something to do with a half fox half monkey demon that kept raiding their town every week, throughout this month.
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"Dance, dance, dance!" a few sleazy drunken men raised their jugs in union, barking toward Sango's rigid form. The after-party of defeating the demon was gone throughout the whole night, in which Bankotsu made sure to untie Sango's bound wrists in the guest room. He made sure she wouldn't take the chance of the attack as a moment of freedom and run off into the night, without weapons. And a group of pretty looking women had stumbled into their room and hauled Sango into the light breeze of the night.
Bankotsu grinned selfishly, raising his own half-filled jug with the men to encourage her. And as Sango stood up, her taut shoulders rigid with radiating fury as the men cheered thinking as if she gave in to their wants.
She raised her gaze and met Bankotsu's, a glare bouncing icily as she spoke, voice fatal in anger, "You are despicable!" She turned on her heel stormed away from his faded expression, making sure to slap one man across the cheek for yelling out dirty wordings toward her. Flinching inwardly, Bankotsu fled off in her direction.
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"Don't mercenary," Sango snapped, withdrawing from his grasp and stalking further from his presence, "You think it is funny-- did you enjoy yourself thoroughly tonight? I have never been this embarrassed in my whole entire life! Even the monk knew his limits—" she cut herself off, staring bitterly back at Bankotsu' apologetic face.
"Do you even know the meaning of honour?" Sango spat sullenly and found herslef facing a stiffly infuriated mercenary. She gasped loudly as his hand connected with her neck, roughly pushing her against a brick wall, "You know nothing of me, wench. And before you make anymore ridiculous assumptions of yours—know this, I am but the most, vain though I am, honourable man." He whispered dangerously against her face. Sango's face reddened and as he let go, she panted for air, caressing her neck.
"DEMONS!" a cry pierced through the air as both the mercenary and the tajiya looked up into the sky to see a raging mass of demons circling over the village before plunging in to attack.
A/N: Hope you liked it! ; Next chapter includes action and continuation of this scene.