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Kagome: you're not going to get reveiwers like that!
Me: no one asked you!
Inuyasha: hey! you can't talk to Kagome like that!
Me: watch me dog-boy!
Inuyasha: grrr...
Me: RAAHHRRR!
Inuyasha: -whimper-
Kagome: uh...just read and reveiw!
Inuyasha: for our sakes! -runs away-
Me: get back here, ass! -pauses- enjoy! -chases Inuyasha-
Me: this is were the drama starts! -stops at a tree-
Me: don't only cats climb trees?
Inuyasha: screw off bitch!
Me: nice come back
Inuyasha: shut up!
Me: whatever Mew Mew Dog-ears!
Rayne (friend sitting next to me): Damn you! That's my idea!
Me: sure, all credit's yours...
Rayne: -is happy now-
Chapter 5: Wild Time
Miroku's POV
Saturday again.
It had been a week since my date with Sango. Already she was more open, and less fearful. Her trust in people didn't grow very much, but that's to be expected, what with the beatings and all. She recently told me that, if anything, the beatings had gotten worse. I was worried. As I should be. She had told Inuyasha before me, though, and it irked a little. But again, that's to be expected, seeing as she was still closer to Inuyasha than she was to me.
Inuyasha still didn't trust me. I couldn't really blame him. If I were him, I wouldn't trust me either…wait, damn it! I just called myself untrustworthy… Anyway, the other day he came up to me and threatened to crush my skull into dust if I "Purposely hurt Sango," like I would ever do that on purpose. But Inuyasha does have a reason to worry. She's already been through so much pain…
Anyway, Sango said she couldn't hang out this weekend. She had to go run errands for her "father" on Saturday, and on Sunday she's grounded for Kami knows why. So I have nothing to do.
Until my phone rang.
Let the nightmares begin.
My cell phone went off at the most unneeded time. My room was dark, it was dead quite, and I was ready for a quick nap when it went off. Sacred me straight to hell, it did. Looking at the called I.D., I saw it was my buddy Hiten calling me. I flipped the phone open and asked, "What do you want, Hiten?"
"That any way to treat a buddy?" he asked with fake distress. "Anyway, I heard you had nothin' to do this weekend…"
"So?"
"So, I'm having a party tonight. Wanna come?"
"I don't know. Is Shima gonna be there?"
"Well, no-fucking-duh! She's my girlfriend's best friend, she has to come!"
"Then I can't."
"Why?"
"Shima will most likely want to kill me for breaking up with her."
"I would too, but since I'm not her, I don't care! Now, you're coming or else."
"Or else, what?"
"Or else…I'll club you over the head, bound and gag you, stuff you in a bag, and drag you here."
"…"
"You still there?"
I sighed. "I guess that means I don't have a choice. I'll come."
"Great! Bye!"
Click!
I arrived at Hiten's around eight. The entire street was lined with cars, all their occupants attending Hiten's party. I found a space down the street and left my car. I had to knock fifty times, and ring the doorbell several times before someone finally answered the door. It was Manten, Hiten's younger brother who looked nothing like Hiten.
Manten had pale, slimy skin and reptilian features. He was somewhat short, but heavy with a few dark strands of hair—and by a few, I meant two or three, whereas Hiten was slim but strong, with tanned skin and long, braided black hair. He had more humanistic feature, thank Kami. Otherwise we wouldn't be much of friends.
"Welcome, Miroku, welcome!" Hiten greeted me with a hearty pat on my back. I winced at the pain. Manten still didn't know his own strength. "We've been wondering when you'd come!"
"'We'?"
"Yes; Hiten, me, and uh…what's her name?...oh yeah: Shima."
I flinched as though he'd slapped me across the face. "Shima?" I echoed.
"Yep. Why?"
"No reason," I mumbled.
Manten shrugged and stepped aside to let me in before shutting the door firmly. I couldn't help but notice he didn't lock the door. I think he did that on purpose.
I wandered around for a while before I finally found Hiten. He was dancing around the middle of his living room—which was big, seeing as his home was actually a mansion—like crazy with his girlfriend Yura. He was dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, while Yura wore…more revealing clothes: a revealing black halter top and a very short miniskirt.
"Hey! Miroku, howzit goin'?" Hiten's words were a little slurred, and he wobbled around a bit. I could tell he was getting drunk. He was demon, but he still must have consumed a large amount of alcohol in a short amount of time to be able to get even the slightest bit drunk.
"…Not bad, I guess."
"Shima's out there on the dance floor…somewhere…I think…I'm not sure." Hiten mulled it over a bit before shrugging. "Ah, well, not my problem!" he hiccupped before continued his little dance with Yura.
I shook my head with a sigh and weaved in and out of the crowd lazily. I wasn't planning on staying loud, but I might as well stay a while. Finally reaching the other side of the room, I left the living room and entered the kitchen, seating myself at the counter with a sigh of relief.
Inside the kitchen the music wasn't as loud, and it had a calmer aura about it that I couldn't place. I sat in silence for several full minutes before I felt someone tap my shoulder. I knew right away it was Shima without turning. "Hey, Shima," I mumbled,
"Hey Miroku." She edged closer. "I was wondering…are you thirsty?"
"…kinda, I guess…" I replied uneasily.
"You want me to get you a drink?"
"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.
"I'll be right back!" Shima pulled away and scampered back into the living room.
I shook my head again and relaxed myself, which was probably the worst thing I could do at the time, besides trusting Shima. She was only gone about five minutes, and she came back with a cup filled with a foamy golden liquid. I eyed it suspiciously and asked, "Is that…beer?"
"It's the only thing Hiten has here. He threw out everything in the fridge and restocked it with beer for tonight."
"That baka."
"Exactly." She set the cup down in front of me.
After a moment, I picked it up and drunk it quickly. A single, small dose wouldn't do anything. How wrong I was.
For about twenty minutes we sat in silence before I began to feel slightly sick. My stomach heaved a few dozen times and I paled slightly. Slowly, my eyelids grew heavy and my vision blurred, mottled with specks of black. I winced as I began feeling lightheaded, and my head began throbbing painfully. I moaned, and Shima turned to me.
Something sparked in her eyes, I assumed it was concern. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure. I feel…sick," I replied. "I think I should go home. But I can't drive like this."
"Where are your parents?"
"I don't know—out, I guess. But they're not at home."
"I'll call you a ride. A friend, a relative, anyone…?"
"I don't know…you could try my buddy Inuyasha"—I'm such a liar, I thought; Inuyasha hates me!—"and see if he can come and get me..."
"Okay," Shima agreed. "Come and rest in the upstairs guestroom and I'll come back down and call. Do you have his number?"
"It's on my cell…I think," I replied, my thoughts scrambled in my confusion. "Or you can check the phonebook under 'Takashi.'"
"Okay, come on then." She took my arm and gently guided me back into the living room. Wow…she's being so helpful…I thought.
The music blaring in the room practically deafened me. I was on the verge of fainting from the loud, echoing sound-blasts.
Shima practically dragged me up the stairs and tossed me onto the bed of the first bedroom on the right—the guestroom, I presumed, or one of them, at least. She then rushed back out and slammed the door noisily behind her.
I don't know how long I lay there before she finally came back into the room. I struggled to sit up as I asked, "Well? Is he coming?"
"Oh yeah, he'll be here in an hour or so. He was in the middle of running errands."
I sighed, and then moaned. Damn it…if only Inuyasha would hurry up… But the sensible part of my mind—or what was left of it at the time—shrieked 'He's not coming, baka! Get out now!' This was one of those times where I knew I should've listened, but I didn't so my mistake came back to bite me in the ass in the future while I spent the rest of my life regretting it. But cut me some slack. I was half-unconscious and felt like I had been drugged. Damn Hiten, I thought, damn you for getting that demonic beer or whatever it's called. Damn you.
An instant later I felt Shima's lips against mine, and my first instinct was to push her away—well, no, my first instinct was to kiss her back, but my second instinct told me to push her away and get the hell outta there! But would I listen? Nooooooooooo! Instead, I kissed her right back. I guess the saying really is true: "Old habits die hard." I never realized how true that was until now.
After what seemed to be an eternity, we pulled away, panting, before she leaned in again. I met her halfway and we continued to kiss passionately for fifteen minutes before Shima broke away and tugged at my shirt.
"Shima…no," I said, but my voice was still weak from my dizzy spell and she paid no mind. She was already slipping out of her blouse. I struggled away from her grip as she moved closer and hugged me. Part of me was screaming: Damn it! You promised you wouldn't hurt Sango but here you go! Inuyasha will murder—no, SLAUGHTER you! Kagome will, too! Then they'll bring you back to life just to kill you again! Leave NOW!The other half was begging to just give in to her. /No one will know! It screamed. No one will know!/ There's no possible way—
Unless Shima goes and brags about it! the other half snapped.
/She won't tell! Not if you ask politely!/
Yeah, and maybe she won't tell who the father of her child is if you ask politely, too!
/She's not gonna get pregnant/
Do you want to risk it?
/…/
Thought so!
I shook my head and attempted to chase the thoughts away, but they kept resurfacing again and again. I looked down at Shima. She had already removed her blouse, and had just finished removing my own shirt. I struggled away again and managed to push her back. She looked hurt, but it faded quickly as she leaned in and began kissing me again. I gave in at first, but then pulled away from her and pushed her back. I still felt dizzy, but a little stronger.
I slipped my shirt back on and scrambled off the bed, then stumbled to the door. My hand was on the doorknob when Shima wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned against my back. My vision, which was still streaked with black, wavered as thought I would faint, but I didn't, thank Kami. I tried to push her away, but she wasn't a quitter.
She spun me around and hugged me, resting her head on my chest before dragging the both of us onto the floor. I hit my head hard on the door and that was enough to knock me out. I felt her crawl into my lap before I blacked out.
I woke up with Shima asleep in my lap, her head on my chest. We were bother half-naked and my head still hurt like hell, but my thoughts had cleared up enough for me to remember snatches of what happened last night, but not the entire thing. One thing I did know was this: Inuyasha is gonna SLAUGHTER me! He'll smell her scent on me and kill me! He won't trust me no matter what I say!
I inched out from beneath Shima and stood up stiffly, jerking the door open and rushing out before Shima could hear. I raced down the stairs and sped outside towards my car. The entire car ride home I was screaming at myself for being so stupid! All the while, I tried to force myself to remember what happened last night. Dammit! I had to remember!