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A/N thank you so much for the reviews! I was in a really down mood and the
story was just getting so dark because of it. All your reviews perked me back
up and I scrapped the dark version and rewrote it today (sorry that took a
little longer!). Inuyasha is much happier and Miroku is very grateful for the
change and blows little kisses to you all.
Chapter 25 – Now We’re in Trouble.
It had been well over an hour and so far, Miroku and Inuyasha hadn’t come up
with any escape plan that didn’t involve Inuyasha’s half-demon strength ripping
the manacles away from the wall. Both of them were cold and miserable, the
muscles of their arms burning as they hung above their heads. Miroku
turned to Inuyasha as the hanyou yanked futilely at his manacles for the
umpteenth time. About to say something, he sucked in his breath when a
trick of the light colored Inuyasha’s eyes red for a brief moment. Damn,
why hadn’t he remembered that?
“Inuyasha, can you tell how much longer until dawn?” he asked in a low,
urgent whisper.
“Not long now. I can already start to smell a bit better, so it should
be soon.” Glaring at the two men guarding the door, he gloated under his
breath. “Kiss your asses goodbye, dumbshits, ‘cause Inuyasha is about to
come into his own again.”
“No! Inuyasha, listen to me.” Miroku said quietly, “Don’t kill
them! If you must, render them uncsoncious or incapacitate them. Or
better yet, free me first and let me deal with Renjiro and the others.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell wouldn’t I
kill them?”
“Look around you. I don’t see our clothes or, more importantly, the
Tessaiga, anywhere near us. Without the Tessaiga, you shouldn’t be
killing indiscriminately, especially as angry as you are right now.
Think; your demon side could emerge if you’re too enraged! You need to be
careful!”
Inuyasha grunted, pissed. He hadn’t even been thinking of that.
Damn monk was right. He wouldn’t even get the pleasure of killing these
sons of bitches until he could find his Tessaiga. They better not have messed
with it, the fuckers. Son of a bitch. Considering that these had to be
the freaks that had been kidnapping all the women in the area, he had really
been looking forward to killing the butchering bastards.
“Yeah, guess you’re right. I’ll let you out first. Can you keep
them off my back so I can go find Tessaiga?” Miroku nodded and Inuyasha started
trying to think about where he could look. Where the fuck would they have
put a rusty old sword? Was it even here?
Exhaling, Miroku leaned his head back against the stone wall. While he
was happy that the women hadn’t discovered them yet, he was not looking forward
to escaping from this freezing little hell hole. Trying to keep Inuyasha
from completely transforming might be more than he was capable of. He was
torn between his ego, which wanted the women to stay away, and his concern for
his friend. Having Kagome there would be invaluable if Inuyasha lost
himself to his demon half.
Both he and Inuyasha stared as the door opened suddenly and Renjiro entered,
followed by a few of his men. Great, what the fuck does that molesting
bastard want now? Inuyasha wondered, scowling.
The men said nothing as they walked over to Miroku.
“Hey, stay the fuck away from him, you fucking perverts! Why don’t you
come over here for a real challenge, you sick fuck!” Inuyasha started yelling,
growing more and more frustrated as he was completely ignored.
One man came to stand on either side of Miroku while Renjiro stood in front
of him, The expectant look on his face gave Miroku a chill. Watching them
warily, Miroku tried to keep all three within sight, uncertain what they were
planning. It couldn’t be the sacrifice; that was hours away. What
if Renjiro had decided to ignore his Lord’s commands, however? Was he
planning to pursue what had been interrupted earlier? To torture him,
perhaps? And what were the two underlings for? The man on his right
suddenly grabbed Miroku by the hair, forcing his head back painfully.
“Let go of me.” Miroku ordered through gritted teeth as he stared up into
the cloth covered face above him. Not surprisingly, the man ignored him
as his compatriot reached down and pressed slime coated fingers into Miroku’s
mouth. Miroku clenched his teeth tightly against the revolting invasion,
almost gagging at the strong, bitter taste of the man’s hand brushing the
inside of his mouth before withdrawing. His hair was released almost
immediately.
Miroku grimaced as the disgusting taste lingered in his mouth, spitting onto
the floor near him as he tried to rid himself of it, wondering what substance
they’d just coated his mouth with. If Renjiro was still following Hisao’s
orders, than it was likely he’d just been sedated. If not… Miroku
had a sudden image of himself shucking his fundoshi as he babbled like a drunken
idiot and told everyone who would listen, “I got hot.”
Please let it be a sedative, he prayed ferverently. I’ll
make any sacrifice necessary in thanks after I escape from here, if only you’ll
make that drug merely a sedative!
He snapped out of his own thoughts as Inuyasha’s voice finally filtered
in.
“…..the fuck do you think you’re doing! Fucking bastards, leave him
alone, you sons of bitches, what did you do to him!!”
Renjiro shook his head. “You didn’t think we were going to sacrifice you as
you are now, did you? All dirty and disgusting? You need to be
washed and dressed in the proper attire so you don’t offend Hisao-sama. As I’m
certain you’ll both be difficult about it, I’m ensuring your cooperation.” He
smiled as he watched at Miroku’s flushed face. “It shouldn’t take long before
it’s absorbed.” Renjiro looked at him for a moment more before he stepped
away and started over towards Inuyasha.
“Now it’s your turn. Looking forward to it?” Renjiro’s eyes were dark
and cruelly mocking.
“Fuck off, you son of a bitch. You’re not getting your rocks off by
shoving that shit into my mouth.”
“We’ll see.” Renjiro gestured to the two men with him and Inuyasha noticed
one already had a new coating of the goop on his hand. Inuyasha tensed as
they neared him. Not yet! He was so close! He could feel it, dawn
was probably only minutes away! If they would just stay the hell away
until then, it would all be taken care of! He’d have his strength back
and they’d be fucking toast! As the one man came to try and grab
Inuyasha’s brown hair, Inuyasha whipped his head around and almost managed to
bite him. Growling low in this throat, he tried to watch all three,
flinging his head from side to side, smashing one’s hands between his head and
the wall hard enough to break the man’s fingers, biting and snarling. If
he could just keep them away!
Renjiro cursed in irritation and called over more of his men. In the
end, three men held Inuyasha’s head arched back while one held his jaw still so
the other could rub the inside of his mouth with the slime on his hands.
Inuyasha cursed as they released him, spitting out what was left in his mouth,
almost wanting to weep he was so angry. If only he could have held them
off just a little longer. It was so close to dawn, he just had to have
kept them away for another couple of minutes. Inuyasha grunted in pain as
one of the ninja’s suddenly knocked him back against the wall with a fist
alongside his head.
“Fucking asshole! What the fuck’s your problem!”
“Your reward for your total lack of cooperation, peasant.” Renjiro sneered,
and he and his cohorts left. Inuyasha and Miroku were left alone with the
two ubiquitous guards.
As he continued to spit the loathsome taste from his mouth, Inuyasha looked
over at the houshi. So far, Miroku was still looking pretty awake and
aware. Maybe the stuff didn’t take effect too quickly. Maybe he
would still have time after he turned hanyou to get them both out of
here. Then he could come back after the monk was safe and kick the
ever-loving shit out of these assholes. He was really going to enjoy
that, especially that Renjiro bastard. No one messed with his friends
like that and got away with it.
He felt the change, like something screamed in all 5 senses as everything
suddenly exploded into focus Hearing the two men across the room
gasp, he cursed and yanked at his manacles, snapping the chains on them and
standing up quickly. He leapt towards them.
FWUMP.
Fucking hell, he cursed as he lifted his face from the stones, he’d
forgotten to free his legs. Real smooth, you dumbshit. He
snapped his legs free of their chains and turned.
“Oh come ON, this is bullshit!” he saw what his lost momentum had cost him
as the two men ran from the room, screaming about demons. “Great.
Just fucking great!” Snarling, he turned to go get Miroku and toppled over as
the spin made him dizzy.
“No! Not yet, dammit!” He stood unsteadily and walked over to
Miroku, almost falling over twice more. Miroku already looks out of it,
he thought, noting the monk’s dilated eyes and wobbling head. Looks like
it’s up to me to get us out of here.
He snapped Miroku’s chains quickly, prying apart the manacles, and helped
the drugged houshi to stand.
“Y’know, “ said Miroku in a slightly slurred voice, “We need to stop getting
drugged all the time. ‘cept maybe Kagome. That’ss a good
drug. D’you think Sango would take that drug sometime? That’d be
nice.” He leaned against Inuyasha as he tried to stay upright and Inuyasha
growled under his breath. Inuyasha was having a hard enough time just
keeping himself standing, keeping them both up was going to be a real
bitch. Fuck.
They only made it to the door when Inuyasha heard men coming towards
them. He leaned Miroku against the wall and peered out into a stone
hallway that ran straight in either direction. No windows, no other rooms
that he could see, just the hallway and a shitload of ninja freaks bearing down
on them from both sides. Damn, there was no way they were going to be
able to fight off this many when they were this fucked up! He yanked his
head back in and slammed the door shut. Stumbling to the altar, he picked
it up, grunting under the weight, and carried it back. Halfway to the
Miroku, he lost his balance again and fell over, the altar slamming down onto
his foot.
“SHIT!” He managed to get it back up, limped over to the entrance and tossed
the disgusting thing against the wall, blocking the door. Now that he
could smell again, the altar’s scent of old blood was strong enough to make his
stomach churn. Miroku watched him curiously, following rather meekly when
Inuyasha grabbed his hand and yanked him back to the far wall. By the time he
reached it, Inuyaha was carrying his friend, weaving dangerously, and so
thankful to have something to lean against that he simply dumped Miroku against
the wall and flopped down next to him. As long as the altar kept them
secure until the damn drugs wore off, they’d be okay. And then, Inuyasha was gonna
kick some serious ass.
Again.
Except this time he really was gonna kick some ass and not just
stumble over his own feet like a dumbshit.
He hoped.
Xxxxx
One hour later, after many failed attempts at leveraging it open, an
explosion blew apart the door and knocked the stone altar onto its side.
Coughing and choking on the powdered rock and smoke, Inuyasha stumbled to his
feet, thankful that his hanyou body seemed to be processing the drug faster
than poor Miroku. He wasn’t completely unaffected, but at least he could
move around now…some. Miroku slowly pushed himself up using the wall as
leverage, and they both watched as ninjas flooded into the room, followed by
Renjiro.
Inuyasha grinned at him in spite of the shitty occasion. “Having some
trouble, asshole?” he taunted. Leaning against the wall for support as a
wave of dizziness hit, he tried to project relaxed and mocking.
“Just a minor nuisance, hanyou.” He was staring at Inuyasha without the
sneer inuyasha had grown used to. “I see my men didn’t lie; the monk
wasn’t the only one with secrets. And what an
interesting…change. Very exotic coloring, half-breed. Quite…
lovely.” Inuyasha finally recognized the look in his eyes; it was the
same one he’d worn when he was bothering Miroku.
He gagged. “Oh, great, that’s just disgusting. You asshole, now look
what you did. I think I just threw up a little. Blech. I
swear, this must be the only time I’ve ever wanted to be human again,
crap.”
Renjiro’s eyes went dark as he got angry, morphing back into the look of
disdain he’d given Inuyasha before. Thank the Gods. Inuyasha didn’t
know how the fuck Miroku had been so calm about it before; having Renjiro think
nasty thoughts about him was just….yuck.
Renjiro finally turned his eyes to his men. “Spill as little blood as
you can; Hisao-sama needs it.” The ninjas converged on them.
Inuyasha looked quickly at Miroku, who pushed away from the wall only to fall
over completely. Shit, he was gonna be on his own on this one. And he’d
have to keep them away from the monk as well. Don’t worry, Miroku, I’ll
protect you, he promised silently. He stood in front of Miroku, claws out
as he watched them. Before they reached him, a number of the
ninjas pulled out….eggs? Okay, these dumbasses were officially the
weirdest jerks he’d ever seen. They lobbed the eggs at him and he
snorted. What a bunch of idiots.
He reached up to grab one out of the air, having some idea of popping it
into his mouth and taunting them a bit, but it shattered as it met his hand,
caustic powder spewing out in a cloud around him as it came apart.
“Aaaaagh! Shit! Fucking hells!”
Shaking his head, eyes blind and burning, nose stinging, he choked. The
other eggs had broken where they hit the wall and floor, creating a huge cloud
around him and the monk. He could hear Miroku coughing and choking behind
him as he tried desperately to clear his eyes and see. When the
monk cried out suddenly, Inuyasha leapt blindly toward the sound, slashing out
past it, feeling resistance as he clawed someone. He dragged Miroku back
so he sat on the ground between Inuyasha and the wall, trying not to
panic. He could feel something huddling in the back of his throat. The
thought that they were going to lose, that he and Miroku would end up gutted,
was making his demon stir. He had to calm down! But what the hell
were they going to do? The monk pressed a hand against his
shoulder.
“…behind me.” He coughed out.
“Hell no.”
“Kazaana…ge’ behind me.” Miroku got out again, sneezing violently for a
moment. Inuyasha cursed, but considering he couldn’t see shit with his eyes
watering and stinging so badly, he didn’t really have a choice. He felt
behind him and pulled Miroku out in front. The monk undid his beads and
the eye searing miasma was instantly sucked in. A wave of dizziness hit Miroku
soon after and he fell backwards, his hand sweeping past Inuyasha a moment
before pointing up and almost sucking the ceiling onto their heads before he
rewrapped his hand.
“Holy crap! Dammit, monk, don’t pull that sort of shit if you can’t
aim it right!” Inuyasha’s heart was beating like a drum. That had
been too damn close. “Leave your damn hand covered for now, okay? I’d
like to avoid being sucked in along with the entire damn building!”
Miroku, pushing himself up, nodded jerkily as he scooted back against the
wall.
The ninjas had backed off slightly at the wind tunnel. Yeah, fuckers,
don’t come any closer or maybe he’ll suck in a few more of you, ha!
Unfortunately, their fear was short-lived and the two men were
surrounded again in moments. Inuyasha was waiting to see what they were
going to do, pressing back against Miroku to keep him partially protected by
the wall, when the building was rocked by another explosion. Dust
sprinkled down from the ceiling
What in the world is that? Miroku wondered, trying to keep his head
clear. It was like the sound of an explosion, or something very large
toppling to the ground. Or just possibly, he thought with a bit of hope,
the sound of something exploding after a purifying arrow hit it. When the
dust stopped raining on them, he heard men’s yelling followed by a faint
cry of “HIRAIKOTSU!” He smiled. He looked up at the ninjas and
Renjiro standing in front of them and then smiled even more as Inuyasha
starting to howl in glee.
”My wife,” Miroku slurred out, “is gonna kick your ass. All of
ya. Glad I’m not you.”
“You’re trying to threaten us with a woman?” Renjiro asked softly,
scoffing. “A woman is not threat. Take them.” He ordered his men.
“The others will deal with the problem.”
Chuckling, Miroku shook his head, “Gonna kick your ass and stomp it flat and
then use it as parchment. And I ge’ to have ‘I missed you’ sex.”
Thinking about it, Miroku smiled again, “I haven’t had ‘I miss you’ sex
b’fore. Wonder what it’s like?”
Renjiro was looking at Miroku like he was crazy, adding Inuyasha to the list
as the half-breed started laughing so hard he couldn’t stop. It was
embarrassing and a little humiliating to have the girls coming to save them,
but he was just so damn relieved that he wasn’t going to fail Miroku and get
his friend killed that he didn’t care. Not too much.
Inuyasha still kept his claws out as he tried to keep everyone away until
their friends could get to them. He had to trust that they’d be all
right, as hard as it was not to worry about Kagome. But he just couldn’t
protect Miroku and them at the same time. And Kirara and Sango were
pretty impressive. Even Shippou would help out.
Well, he’d try, anyway.
All desire to laugh disappeared entirely as he watched the men in front of
him pulling out weapons. Most of the men had chains, weighted nastily on
both ends, whistling slightly as they start to spin them. Well shit, this was
not gonna be fun. He cursed as one of them got close enough to hit him in
the arm with a weighted end, bruising him. With the momentum added to the
weight, it could actually do some damage, even to him. And he couldn’t fucking
move without endangering Miroku. He snarled, smacking two of them out of
the air before the third wrapped around one of his arms. He managed to
yank it out of his attackers hands, but pulling back so quickly his poor
balance betrayed him and he fell. Everyone jumped him together at that
point, chains wrapping around legs and arms as he tried to fend them off.
As soon as they had him immobilized, but before he could break free, the men
who hadn’t attacked with weapons stepped up and slapped ofuda on the chains
restraining him.
Inuyasha saw this and start cursing bitterly. It didn’t stop him
from trying to break free, but the damn sutras did the job and he was well and
truly fucked. Great, now Kagome’s gonna come in here and see me looking
like a complete wimp. Wonderful. He lay on the ground, pissed and
feeling helpless, finally looking over to see what had happened to
Miroku.
The monk was still pressed against the wall, but Renjiro loomed over him and
Inuyasha was very afraid that he wasn’t worrying too much about Hisao’s
orders anymore. He looked seriously pissed and about to take it out on
the monk.
I cannot believe you’re actually gonna do this, his conscience said, reading
his intentions.
Well we have to get him away from Miroku, don’t we?
“Hey, fucktard, why don’t you leave him alone! Didn’t you think my
hair was hot shit and all that? Why don’t you come over here and try to
mess with someone who’s more of a challenge, you damn coward!”
You know, somehow, when you were thinking ‘lure him away from Miroku,’ that
wasn’t the image that popped into my head, sighed his conscience.
That’s ‘cause you’re almost as perverted as Renjiro is, asshole.
Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be doing any good, as Renjiro merely
glanced his way before looking back down at Miroku. He grabbed the monk’s
hair, yanking him up to his knees. His body swaying slightly, Miroku
tried to fend him off, reaching back to try and free his hair, trying to focus
enough to punch forward at his attacker. Renjiro bared his teeth in a
rough parody of a smile as the drugged monk’s limbs proved completely
ineffective.
“You’ve caused a lot of trouble, you know that, monk?” he hissed, yanking
Miroku’s head back as he glared down at him.
“Hey, I did it, you dumbass! Miroku’s too drugged off his ass to do
jack shit! It was me!’ Inuyasha struggled once again against the chains,
cursing as they still held him tightly to the ground. “Look, he can’t
even push you away, you shit. There’s no way he could do any of
this. I did it! Why don’t you come over here and bitch at me
about it!”
Once again, Renjiro ignored him. “I think I deserve something
to compensate me for this fiasco.” Leering at Miroku, he started to lean
forward. Miroku’s eyes widened in panic and he tried to push him away,
arms shoving weakly against his chest as the ninja drew in closer.
“Ge’ away from me!” Miroku said fiercely, still slurring his words
badly. “Don’ touch me.” Renjiro smirked and leaned further toward
the houshi’s face, easily ignoring the drugged man’s struggles.
“Get the hell away from my husband, you bastard!”
Renjiro’s head popped up and he looked towards the door. Inuyasha
started yelling immediately.
“About fucking time! Hurry and get that asshole away from Miroku!”
Sango didn’t bother to answer as everyone but Renjiro charged her. Considering there were only 30 or so ninjas, Inuyasha didn’t even
bother looking after he saw the others step through the doorway to stand by
her. An obviously pissed Kagome AND an angry Sango? The ninja jerks
would be better off just giving up now and saving themselves a whole lotta
pain. He decided to watch Renjiro with Miroku instead. The fucking
pervert had gone back to pushing himself at the houshi, stopping only when he
heard his ninjas start to lose. Renjiro looked back in disbelief
as 2 women and 2 demons started chopping through his men like a scythe.
After that shocked look, Inuyasha saw him loose interest in the houshi.
He let go of his hair and used the chaos to run over to the other side of the
room. Maybe he’s gonna try and sneak past them? Reaching the
slab where the altar used to stand, he picked up the old scroll from the ground
where it had fallen off the altar. Huh, Inuyasha thought, he hadn’t even
noticed it when he’d moved the damn thing. Wasn’t that the scroll the
priest had brought in, though? Whatever it was, if Renjiro wanted it,
then he really didn’t want to let the fucker have it.
“You’re okay!”
Inuyasha flattened his ears against his head at the loud, high-pitched
voice. Shippou had managed to make it through the fight over to
him. Good. “Yeah, I’m fucking peachy. Shippou, take the ofuda
off the chains. It’s keeping me here.”
Shippou nodded, way too happy, in Inuyasha’s opinion, and as soon as they
were ofuda free, Inuyasha started yanking and pulling, breaking himself out of
the nest of chains he’d been immersed in. He bared his fangs as he turned
to find Renjiro almost to the door. The women and Kirara were preoccupied with
the last couple of ninjas in front of them.
“I don’t think so.” He growled, and leapt over the fight to land with a
heavy, stumbling thud in front of the man. “Going somewhere?” he
sneered.
Renjiro froze for a moment and then reached inside his clothes, throwing out
small darts as his hand emerged. Inuyasha leapt to the side to avoid
them, and then dropped to the floor, his balance betraying him.
Fuck. He leapt back at Renjiro anyway, managing to snag the scroll from
his hand as he fell away from him.
“Ha, it’s mine now, asshole!” he gloated, and tried to tear it apart.
It glowed pink a moment, and somehow the fragile looking parchment remained
completely unaffected. Renjiro smiled.
“You can’t destroy it, you stupid half-breed. The spell’s too powerful
for someone as pathetic as you to affect it in the slightest.”
“Like that matters.” Inuyasha shot back, noticing that all the other ninjas
were unconscious or incapacitated, “Kagome, shoot this thing, okay?” he yelled
out, and tossed it up in the air towards her. He could here her mutter
curses at him as she scrambled to try and nock the arrow quickly enough to do
as he asked. He wasn’t surprised when she managed it. She’s really
getting damn good with that bow and arrow, he thought proudly. Her arrow
started to glow and when it hit the scroll, the parchment glowed blue for a
moment before exploding into incandescent sparks.
Renjiro screamed, holding his head. “No! You basta- “ and then
his body simply crumbled into fine gray dust and exploded outwards…all over
Inuyasha.
Inuyasha started yelling. “Eeeeewww! Fucking A, I’m covered in
powdered dead guy! Son of a bitch! Aw crap, how do I get this shit offa
me?! Gross! This is just…shit!” He stood there wiping at his
body.
He stopped yelling as Kagome came over and hugged him tightly.
“Hey, don’t hug me! You’ll get this shit all over you!”
“I don’t care.” She said fiercely, “You’re okay, you’re really okay,
right? You’re really okay?” She looked up at him and he realized tears
were running down her face as she held him.
“Hey,” his voice softened noticeably, “it’s all right. Hey…”
“I thought you were dead!” she wailed, crying harder as he tried to figure
out a way to hold her and not get Renjiro all over her. He winced.
He hadn’t really thought about it, but considering what it had been like when
he was searching for Kagome before, he could totally understand her
upset. Well, except for the fact that she was acting this upset over him.
“I’m fine, Kagome. Really, I’m just fine. Worst thing the
bastards did was poofing on me just now. I’m okay.” He sighed. Fuck
it, they’d wash off later, he thought, and hugged her back.
“I thought you were dead.” Kagome said again, still crying. “And I
never got to tell you…I never told you I love you. I love you so
much. I was so afraid it was too late, and I’d never told you.” she said,
hiccupping slightly.
He stood there, arms locked around her as he tried to make his mouth
work. She’d said it. She loved him. She was in his arms,
totally sober, and telling him she loved him. Why does she…? Fuck
it, stop worrying about it right now, dumbass! She loves me!
“I- “ he gulped, “Kagome, I-“ Shit, no! He couldn’t blow this
again!
“Kagome-I-love-you-too.” He blurted as quickly as he could, and then stood
perfectly still, terrified. What was she going to do?
“You what?” she looked up at him in surprise. “Did you just say…you
love me?” she whispered. He nodded slowly. He couldn’t tell, was
she happy or upset about this? Her face and scent seemed to pause for a
moment, completely unreadable, and then she smiled hugely, smelling of joy and
flowers and…well, actually, he’d rather not think about it too much.
Everything in the room was rather rank right now, honestly. But…she was
happy. He’d said he loved her and it made her happy. He
stood there holding her, looking down at her face, relishing the moment.
You are such a son of a bitch, you know that? His conscience said
disgustedly.
What? Hey, what the hell’s your problem?
You make love to your wife, you make her your mate, and as you’re staring
into each others’ eyes, you can’t say a damn thing. But suddenly, when
you’re sweaty, drugged, covered in powdered Renjiro, and surrounded by
unconscious, damaged ninjas, THAT’S when you decide to be romantic? I
swear to the Gods you are the most frustrating, irritating, contrary
bastard…
Back at ya, bitch.
Oh, just shut up, said his conscience, and Inuyasha beamed and continued to
hold onto his wife.
Over by the far wall, Sango was confronting Miroku.
“How dare you get yourself kidnapped!” she yelled at him. He stared at
her, his eyes huge and dark as he looked up at her from the floor. “The
next time you want to play the hero and watch over the women, you damn well
play the hero and don’t end up needing to be rescued, you ass!”
He sighed. Well, at least she got rid of some of her mad on the ninjas, he
thought gratefully, feeling a little hurt and wondering how much worse it might
have been if she hadn’t.
“And what was with that bastard pinning you to the wall? I can’t
believe you were so stupid as to let that weird jerk corner you! You have to
hit a man right off when he comes at you like that, you idiot. Trust
me! If anyone should know about that kind of situation, it’s me!”
Miroku winced. Oh, the irony about receiving advice on fighting off
perverts, from his own wife no less. That was just…wrong.
Sango wasn’t done yet. “How could you let them capture you like
that! You could have been killed! And get up off the floor already,
dammit!“
Miroku stared at her, his eyes finally focusing enough to see her face
clearly. Her face was flushed, her jaw tight and her eyes….wet and on the
verge of tears. He focused in as much as he could. If you ignored
her voice, Sango didn’t look angry. Actually, she looked really, really
frightened. He thought of her initial reaction to their marriage for some
reason, remembering how upset she’d been, and it clicked. “I never
realized. You ge’ angry whenev’r you’re scared, don’ you?” Sango
flushed darker.
“No! I’m just pissed because you’re a stupid…”
“I’m all right.” He interrupted, frustrated because he couldn’t think well
enough to speak as facilely as he normally would. Being limited in words
was quite irritating. “All right now, Sango. Don’ have to worry
now. I’m okay.” He smiled at her. “You saved me.”
She stared at him a moment more and then burst into tears, dropping to her
knees next to him and hugging him tightly. “It was so awful! We
woke up and you two were just gone, but your weapons were still there and
we thought…we thought…”
“Shhhh, ‘s okay. We’re okay now. Thank you. Thank you for
coming for us.” He said, patting her back clumsily, unable to express his
gratitude more fluently. He was so glad she’d come when she
had. He’d show her just how grateful the moment they got some
privacy. He was really looking forward to the ‘I missed you’ sex he’d
thought of earlier, too. When she finally stopped crying, Sango wiped her
eyes and smiled at him.
“I’m so glad you’re safe, Miroku.” She said softly, kissing his damaged face
carefully. “I love you, you stupid monk.”
“Love you too, Ssango.” He smiled back at her.
She stood up, holding out her hand.
“We should leave, Miroku-sama. We can figure out what to do about this
place when we’re safe…and dressed.” She added, although she looked down at his
near naked body with something closer to approval than censure. He took
her hand and stumbled to his feet only to fall back against the wall.
“Sssorry, can’t move well right now.” He said apologetically “Might need
some help.”
“Why? What did they do to you?” Sango started to get upset
again.
“No, ‘m fine! Drugs. They gave us drugs. Tha’s all.”
“Yeah,” yelled out Inuyasha from across the room, “I’d give you some tips on
how to get him to keep his clothes on, but I think it’s a little late for
that.”
“Shut up, Inuyasha!” Miroku called back as Sango started to laugh.
Shippou and Kirara stood to the side, leaning on each other as they watched
both the couples.
“Why do I feel like a third wheel right now?” Shippou grumbled, feeling left
out.
“Thank you for your help, Shippou!” Inuyasha said loudly as soon as he heard
the little fox’s complaint. “I bet they couldn’t of tracked us down
without ya. Thanks, brat.”
“Yess, thank you, Shippou.” Echoed Miroku as Sango helped him up more
carefully. “Truly grateful.”
The little fox turned bright red as he smiled shyly and looked down at the
ground.
“Well, don’t everybody just stand around like idiots, let’s go kill that
stupid Hisao and leave this shitty place!”
“He’s dead.” Miroku mumbled, and continued as Inuyasha looked at him
sharply. “Renjiro, he musst have used the scroll. R’member, he said
loyalty had rewards? Used the scroll, died when it died. Hisao,
he’d die too.”
“So Hisao’s ashes and dust now too?” Inuyasha asked, trying to figure out
what the monk was trying to say.
Miroku nodded.
“Well, good then. Let’s get the hell outta here and find some place to
bathe. I gotta get this shit off me soon or I’m gonna yack.”
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