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Hidden Hanyou	By : SheShar Category: InuYasha AU/AR > General Views: 7988 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Well I’d rather not wait,” Sango snapped, sloshing her hands in the tepid dishwater. “It’s been, like a week since Rin called. It’s the new moon on Thursday. I need to know what’s going on.” She rinsed the now soap-free dinner plate and handed it to her fiancé.
Miroku gingerly toweled off the china dish before placing it in the cupboard. “Exactly, my love,” he chided, “It’s only been a week. A little less actually. You heard your brother last night at dinner. Tokyo will be entering a lock down. Our contacts at the State Department more or less confirmed that’s where the offensive is going to begin. We can’t risk bringing attention to your brother and Kagome with multiple calls from the US. It’s not worth it.”
Sango handed him another dish. “I should have stayed. I shouldn’t have left him in Japan alone.”
“Please, Sango, I can’t stand it when you talk like this,” Miroku set the dish onto the counter with a clatter. “The US will publicly join the Emperor’s troops any day now. China may announce their intentions even before we do. This anti-hanyou government won’t be tolerated for much longer. It’s already collapsing.   Japan is bleeding money; its people are hungry. No one is trading with them and there is no sustaining the effort devoid of outside help. They are isolated and alone. A few more months—possibly.”
“Do you believe that?”
“I do.”
Peeling off the rubber dish gloves, Sango turned a weary gaze through the open window and onto her brother’s immaculately landscaped backyard. Well a part of it, at least. Sesshomaru Mikami’s house sat on five rolling acres right outside of town. The house was custom built to the demon’s exact specifications, and both Inuyasha and Sango spent much of their young lives here. On her return from Japan, Sango once again took up residence in her childhood room.
“Did you know that Inuyasha had the biggest crush on Kagome when we were younger?” She leaned against the counter, talking more to herself than to Miroku.
He looked up at her, surprised. “No, you never told me. Inuyasha never mentioned her.”
Sango smiled and wiped an errant soap sud from her arm. “We once spent winter vacation together. Oh my goodness, Miroku, you should have seen them. They were always bickering, always teasing one another. It was so cute. He’d follow us—her—around like a little puppy dog. And the way she would stare at him! I didn’t have the heart to tell them how obvious they were being. The two of them together; it was just…intense. There’s no other way I could describe it. I was so sure they were going to run off and have cute little babies with black hair and furry little ears.”
Curious, Miroku pressed for details. “If they were so into one another, what happened?”
“I’m not exactly sure,” she admitted. “One minute it’s all sighs and blushes and the next…well…Inuyasha just completely cut off contact with Kagome. For the last week or so he was with us he was moody and just a pain to be around. It was rough, especially on my mom.”
Sango unfastened the flowered cotton apron, rolled it up, and set it next to the sink. She didn’t have to do the dishes—any housework actually—as her brother had more than enough domestic staff, but she chose to keep busy. Anything to put a stop to the terrible scenarios that daily crossed her mind as well as to alleviate the guilt that gnawed at her gut.
“I think I overheard my mom talking to Sessh’s mother on the phone a couple days after they stopped talking,” she confessed. “I had just come home from the store and she was in the kitchen. All I caught was something like: ‘Arisu, I didn’t know what else to do. It’s better for him. For the both of them.’ Mom noticed me then so she started talking about Inuyasha’s school but I can’t help but wonder if she had something to do with it.”
Miroku clasped her hand and intertwined the long fingers through his own. He, more than anyone, knew how much Sango missed her mother. “He never said anything.”
“No, he wouldn’t. He went back to University. Kagome and I finished high school. Kagome’s mom got sick so she took over her business. I met you. Inuyasha brought home a new girl, like every week. Life. As far as I know they haven’t spoken since we were teenagers.”
“Well I’m sure they’re getting along just fine. They have years to catch up on.”
Sango merely shrugged.
“Sango,” Miroku hinted tentatively, “Do you think that perhaps…given their situation and their, uh, previous attraction, that maybe…?”
Sango blinked and considered the possibility. The thought had never occurred to her. “I doubt it. I mean, Kagome has a boyfriend.” Her lips pursed at the mention of Kagome’s officer.
“Sometimes stressful situations bring people together.”
“True,” she raised her hand to her lover’s face, caressing the delicate skin under his left eye. After sustaining a debilitating blow to the face during a covert operation in Japan, Miroku had been rendered blind in his left eye. Though the physical wound had all but faded, he would never again regain sight in that eye, effectively ending a once promising military career. It was after his injury that Sango had rushed into his recovery room and demanded he marry her.
“Tell me more about her boyfriend. Does he live near the old shrine?”
“I’m not sure. I know he travels a lot for work.”
“I wonder if he’s one of ours,” Miroku pondered aloud. Upon seeing Sango’s confusion, he clarified. “We have quite a few under covers throughout the ranks.”
“I wouldn’t know. All Kagome really specified is that he helps her out financially. I think she said his name’s Takeda.”
Miroku grabbed her arm suddenly, pulling her against his body. “Did you say Takeda?”
“Mirok—yes,” she slithered out of his grasp. “What—”
“Sango, this is very important. Is his first name Naraku?”
“Yes, something like that. Why?” Sango wrenched the collar of her pale pink blouse. “Miroku, God, tell me.”
“You’re sure Sango? Naraku Takeda?”
“I don’t know. I mean yes. I’d have to check the letters she sent, but I’m pretty sure. Miroku what’s wrong, tell me.” The girl was nearly in tears.
“Sango, I…that man. He. Dear god. That man is responsible for the Purification camps. The stories about him—he’s notorious. He’s been one of our priority targets for the past year now. We never can figure out where he’s going to be next, the man never stays in one place. I mean, officially he isn’t high ranking but he has the ear of those who are. He is personal friends with the mayor of Tokyo. He is the man behind the scenes. Sango, he…represents everything we are fighting against.”
“Miroku,” Sango whimpered. “She just said he was an army officer. That he was a government worker.”
“About three years ago,” the grave young man revealed, “Naraku Takeda was temporarily left in charge of a work camp. This is before the mass killings began. A hanyou mother was found to be hoarding food.” Miroku paused, placing both palms on his face, speaking through his hands. “He lined up her five kids and sliced open their bellies in front of her. One by one. He made the cuts himself, made the entire camp watch, and kept the woman alive as punishment.”
Sango took a step back, face blank, lower lip trembling.
“I could tell you a hundred others. We need to tell your brother Sango. Now.”
“He’ll be at the office.” She grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and made for the door. Before she could reach for the knob, Miroku pulled her back to face him.
“Sango, if Takeda finds out, they’re both dead.”
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