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Cocktail Mix	By : Atropa Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 37354 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Cocktail Mix
- 2-Mix 1
- 3-Mix 2
- 4-Mix 3
- 5-Mix 4
- 6-Mix 5
- 7-Mix 6
- 8-Mix 7
- 9-Mix 8
- 10-Mix 9
- 11-Mix 10
- 12-Mix 11
- 13-Mix 12
- 14-Mix 13
- 15-Mix 14
- 16-Mix 15
- 17-Mix 16
- 18-Mix 17
- 19-Mix 18
- 20-Mix 19
- 21-Mix 20
- 22-Mix 21
- 23-Mix 22
- 24-Mix 23
- 25-Mix 24
- 26-Mix 25
- 27-Mix 27
- 28-Mix 28
- 29-Mix 29
- 30-Atropa's Little Note
- 31-Mix 30
- 32-Mix 31
- 33-Mix 32
- 34-Another Rambling from Atropa
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Cocktail Mix III

Amidamaru watched the
procession as it slowly passed him where he sat on a tomb stone. Nobody could
see him of course; being a ghost had it backsides. He had been haunting this
grave yard for quite some time now. Three coffins, one of them being that of a
child. He felt his old samurai heart stop when he saw the little girl that
walked behind, her head held high. Not a single tear he could see in her dark
green eyes. The little girl had lost her entire family, his intuition told him
this.

She turned her head and
she looked right at him. Amidamaru was stunned; she had actually looked at him.
Not once for over 200 years had anyone seen him, and here she was, a little
girl. She looked him right in the eyes and nodded to confirm his existence.
He bowed in response and
when the procession had passed him, he followed. He suddenly got an urge to show
his respect to the little girl. She needed strength. He could almost see her
fragile mind crack under the heavy sorrow she felt. He moved to stand next to
her and he felt her small hand take hold of his big one and he squeezed lightly
to reinsure her that he was going to be by her side.

The funeral ceremony
passed and the adults whispered about young Sango, should she be able to get
through this with her mind in once piece? Amidamaru wanted to slice their heads
off for talking above the girl�s head like that. He saw them leave, turning
their backs on the little girl � Sango. He memorized the name as he lowered
himself to her level.

-

Hi there Sango, don�t you worry. They are just stupid, he
whispered and brushed a black strand of hair from her face.

-

Who are you? she asked with a soft voice.

-

My name is Amidamaru, I am a samurai, answered Amidamaru
truthfully.

-

I am a demon slayer, said Sango proudly and a smiled peered
through her sad eyes.
He smiled back, she was a
tough one.

-

I am sure you are, a family trade?

-

Yes, my father was the best demon slayer ever.

-

He still is Sango-chan, never thing anything else.
The little girl smiled
again and nodded firmly.

-

Good, now run back to the others, said Amidamaru.

-

Will I see you again Amidamaru-sama?

-

You will always find me here, watching over your family
Sango-chan.

-

Thank you, said Sango and hugged him tight, he felt so strong
and safe and she promised silently that she would come back and visit him as
often as she could.
He waved at her when she
ran back to her aunt.

Sango was hurt when her
aunt did not believe her when she told them that she had met a great samurai and
that he was going to watch over her mama, papa and little brother.

-

Young lady, stop this at once. You don�t go around telling
lies!! Said her aunt and that ended the discussion effectively.
�But I wasn�t lying�.
Amidamaru-san is real�!!�
she wanted to fight back, but instead she held her mouth closed.
�So he will be my friend only��

During the next two years
Amidamaru was a solid wall for Sango. He comforted her when she felt sad and
down. He encouraged her; he was always there for her. But then she had to move
away from the town, all because her aunt thought Sango was sick and needed to
move to be able to get new friends. It was not normal for a seven year old girl
to hang around a grave yard, talking to imaginary friends.

As if that did any good
to Sango. It was the other way around. She refused to play with the other
children. She made a rack in school; she yelled at the social workers and was a
major pain in the ass. And after been diagnosed as a problem child, Sango did
everything to live up to that name. Once she turned twenty one and she was free
from the guardian bonds of her aunt she went back to her childhood town.

It did not take her too long to find an apartment, suitable for her needs. She
found a part time job as a bartender in a nearby and rather sleazy bar. But she
was a strong girl; the years of being a problem child had given her some tricks
to use when ever she was in trouble. She was a street wise young woman who knew
how to defend herself against groping males.

The owner of the bar saw
her potentials only after a couple of days and he offered her a full time job at
his bar. Somehow her presence cleaned up his customers act. They became more
polite and she could take care of those who had too much or caused trouble.

Three months later Sango
was a well known bartender, she was witty, talk active and very nice. The
Walkabout Bar had never been this popular before. And this particular Friday
afternoon Big Mike, the owner, told Sango to take the weekend off. She needed it
he said and he gave her a thick roll of money.

-

You have deserved it Sango, use them and have fun, said Big
Mike and patted her friendly on her back.

-

Thank you Sir, said Sango and took the money and went back
home.
She walked by a liquor
store and she smiled inwardly � perhaps she could buy a bottle of wine or two?
She went inside and purchased a few bottles of wine, but also a bottle of sak�.

� Late Friday night �
Sango pulled up the small
sak� bottle from her jacket and sipped a bit from it. She looked around in her
drunken mind and saw that she had reached the graveyard where her family was
buried. �Perhaps I should pay momsie and dadsie a visit�� she thought and
crossed the graveyard�s gates.

Amidamaru saw the dark
figure venture into his domain. Her short black hair had streaks of lilac. Her
body was small but strong. He could feel the power of her soul extend far beyond
her physical body. Something about her was very familiar. It was like he had met
her before. Her determination, her strength, yes he was sure - he had met her
before.

Sango found the grave
stone that belonged to her family and she sat down in front of it. It looked
like somebody had taken care of it. Fresh flowers sat in a vase, incense candles
had been lit next to the flowers. �Okaasan, Otousan� little brother��
Tears appeared in her eyes as she watched the grave, but then she reached into
her small bag and pulled out a two ear plugs and loaded her mp3-player. Dark
gothic tunes flowed into her head and she closed her eyes as she pictured her
family in her mind.

-

I know, I know, said Sango out loud and took another sip from
the bottle. � Your little demon slayer have turned into a problem child that
likes a good drunken state every now and then. I am sorry. You know daddy � your
sisters totally sucks. They thought I was sick, mentally sick, when I told them
about Amidamaru� but I know, I could bet my immortal soul, that he was a real
person, even if he was a ghost. Poor Nazuna, she had me travel between
psychiatrists and institutions before they established that I was a split
persona. HA!!! Idiots�!
Sango laughed bitterly
and drank some more of the strong sak� and switched to the next song on her
player. She never noticed the five shadows that sneaked up behind her.

But the old samurai ghost
did.
Amidamaru saw the young
woman settle down in front of the grave that he had taken care of for fourteen
years or so. When he heard her say his name he knew that this was the little
girl that he had comfort after her parent�s and little brother�s death.
�Sango-chan� You have grown to be quite the beauty�� he thought and chocked
himself with the feeling that he wanted her, but his happiness and wanting was
cut off when he saw the five dark shadows appear behind her back. And by the way
their eyes glowed he knew that his little ward was going to be raped unless
something was done.

A small twig was the
thing that got Sango to turn around just in time to see her attackers. With a
speed like never seen before she got up and faced the persons that dared to
enter her personal space. She had no doubt about what they were after. �This
will prove to be an opportunity to show my old man that his little girl have
grown to be a woman who knows how to protect herself.� thought Sango and got
into battle mode.

Amidamaru watched in
horror when two of the males attacked his ward. But his horror turned to chock
when she easily knocked them out with her fists and feet. The other three drew
weapons but they soon were on the ground, knocked out by his Sango�s powerful
kicks. Then he heard her voice sing out over the silent graveyard.

-

Never mess with a girl with emotional stress guys!!
The samurai ghost smiled
and walked over to his young ward. He was disturbed by the way his ghostly body
reacted to hers. He was a ghost, that much was true � but he was also a male �
and her display of strength had him lust after her.

Sango snorted and settled
down next to her family�s grave once again, she looked at the knocked out youths
and growled low in her throat. Fuck, did they never learn? Why could they not
get into their thick head when they were overpowered?

Amidamaru walked closer,
he wondered if she still could see him,

-

Sango-chan�., he whispered her name and saw her stiffen and
look over her shoulder.

-

Who the hell wants to know? she snarled.
�She cannot see me
anymore�� thought the
samurai when Sango�s dark green eyes looked passed him, through him. He moved to
stand right in front of her. She got up on her feet and looked around before she
got a frown on her face and looked right into his chest. She was still very
short in length in comparison to him. He wanted to grab her and shake her until
she could see him again. �But if she can hear me�.�

-

Sango-chan, calm down, it is just me, your old friend
Amidamaru although you can not see me anymore, said the samurai with soft voice.

-

A-Amidamaru-sama?
Sango looked around but
her eyes went back to stare at his chest, she tried to imagine where he was
standing and her instincts told her that he was right in front of her. And then
she opened her eyes again and she gasped. There stood her childhood hero, her
samurai, Amidamaru. His broad shoulders, that long silver like hair. She looked
higher into his handsome face; he was more beautiful than she could remember.
His eyes, grey as dark steel they were. Sango felt a heated rush of emotions and
her heart raced inside her chest.

-

Sango-chan, are you ok? asked Amidamaru with worry.

-

Y-yeah� I can see you know� I just didn�t remember you being
so gorgeous, stuttered Sango and blushed.
Amidamaru blushed as well
but he swallowed it and put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close to
hug her. Sango drowned inside his embrace but it felt so good to be there once
again. He was her safe haven.

-

My little demon slayer, you have grown quite a bit, mumbled
Amidamaru and put his chin on top of her head. He missed her long hair, but she
looked equally wonderful in short hair with lilac streaks as well.

-

I have missed you Amidamaru-sama, they never believed me when
I told them about you. They thought I was crazy, a problem child. And once they
had branded me as such I did everything I could to live up to it. But now�. I am
free, and I am trying to clean up my act a bit. I got a job you know�
Sango was babbling on
about what she did and had done during her life and Amidamaru moved to sit down
with her in his lap. He felt at peace once again, his girl was back with him and
she was going to stay with him this time. He played with a short lock of her
hair and moved his face down to her head and sniffed her lightly. She smelled so
good; he could detect a small hint of mint and clean fresh water and something
that was just Sango.

-

�. And then I decided it was time for me to move back here. I
have been here for a few months now, ended Sango and looked up and her voiced
died away.
His dark grey eyes held
something� they mirrored something she only could describe as possessiveness,
but why? She felt his hand caress her cheek and lips.

-

Amidamaru-sama? she whispered.
Amidamaru pushed her away
and shook his head. He had almost kissed her. He was a ghost; he had no rights
to kiss her.

-

Go home Sango-chan, go home and forget about me, he said with
pain evident in his dark voice.

-

What?

-

I said GO HOME!! he almost yelled at her.
Sango shot to her feet
but in the process of her drunken state she stumbled and she fell forward, right
on top of her samurai. Their noses rubbed against each other and then Sango got
angry. He dared to order her around? Hell no, she had not listen to an order in
so long, and she was not going to do it now. Her mind was taken over by a
passionate and blinding rage and she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and kissed
him with all her might.

Amidamaru had no choice,
even if he was a ghost his body could still respond to a woman�s warm touch. He
wrapped his arms around her and turned them both around so he was on top of her
instead. He felt her tongue push in between his lips and he let out a dark moan.
The heat was building a pool of fire inside his stomach and if this were going
to continue there was no telling where it might end up. But his hands were not
listening to what his logical mind, instead they moved lower, and grabbed her
soft hips and he pushed down.

Sango mewled low when his
mouth wandered down her throat to her chest. She opened up her black shirt and
she heard him growl deep down in his throat before he placed wet kisses down to
her braless breasts. She closed her eyes and gasped when she felt his lips close
over one of her nipples. He bit down and the small amount of pain added to her
ever growing pleasure. Her fingers began to untie his samurai outfit, it was a
complicated matter, but she managed in the end. Just seeing his naked chest was
enough to knock the air out of her lungs.

-

Gods Amidamaru� you are one hot looking samurai, she breathed
and traced her fingers over his muscular body.
Amidamaru woke from his
erotic red haze and pulled away a bit. He looked into her dark green eyes and
knew that she was lost in the same ocean of emotions as he was. There was no
chance in hell that he would let her disappear from his life again. Ghost or
not, he was going to have her. Although this was not the place, the knocked out
males were going to wake up soon and they were going to be pissed about Sango�s
defeat of them. He picked up Sango bridal style and ventured deeper into the
graveyard. He knew about this wonderful little remembrance park, at this time of
night it was a solitude paradise.

He found a bench and sat
down with Sango in his lap. Her hands touched him everywhere and he felt the
flame of lust flare inside his body, it licked the inside of his veins. His own
fingers began working on her pants and soon he had them unbuttoned. He motioned
her to stand up so he could take them off her. She was strong; no wonder she
could kick the lights out of those guys back there.

-

You are beautiful Sango-chan, he whispered harshly and
removed the last of his own clothing.

-
So are
you my samurai warrior, said Sango but gasped when she saw his erection.
�That is one hell of a tool..:�

-

I think you must take charge from here Sango�, said Amidamaru
and held out his hand.
Sango nodded and moved to
sit down on him again. His body length was a bit of a problem, but doing it this
way was going to work just fine. She felt his shaft brush over her womanhood and
she moaned when it touched her bundle of nerves. He was going to stretch her and
for a moment she was glad that she had lost her virginity already.

-

Take me inside you Sango-chan�
Sango moved to guide him
inside her body, slowly she sunk down on his shaft.

Amidamaru wanted to howl
in pleasure when he felt her warmth engulf his flesh. He looked at her face and
it was twisted in a lustful way and he kissed her. He wanted to take hold of her
hips and plunge her down to take him fully into her wetness, but he also knew he
was well blessed and that he must be patient with her.

�Oh goooods��
Sango screamed in her mind as he filled her with his girth. She could feel his
hands move down to cup her behind and once she had accommodated to his size he
helped her to move up and down. Her breast brushed over his chest and she leaned
in to kiss him again, imitating their intimate lovemaking. When he pushed deep
inside her body she sucked the tip of his tongue into her mouth. She heard him
growl and he pushed harder into her small frame.

Amidamaru saw beads of
sweat roll down her face and onto her chest and he licked them up and suckled
her breasts until he heard her scream his name. He released her breast when he
felt her contract around him, milking him for his seed. Her hands went around
his neck and she buried her face in his neck as next wave of pleasure washed
over her. This time he followed her. How it was possible for him, being a ghost
and all, to spill his seed inside this female warrior was beyond him, but he
did. He could feel it travel deep inside her womb and he hissed out her name.

Sango hugged him tight as
she rode out the storm inside her soul. Their union was an impossible one, and
yet they had made love like a normal man and woman. The best sex she ever had
experienced, whispered a voice inside her mind. She would be crazy if she let
him go. She was going to live here with him at the graveyard; almost anyway, she
would come here every day for the rest of her life.

-

Amidamaru?

-

Yes Sango-chan? He whispered and stroked her back with his
big hands.

-

I want to be with you� always.

-

Good, because I will not let you go again.
She snuggled closer into
his warm and comforting embrace. They sat like that for a very long time, until
the sun came up. Amidamaru lifted Sango off his lap and his length pulled out of
her warmth. He could see the traces of his release drip down her leg. He found
it to be odd; his seed seemed to be very real. But before he could say anything
about it she had put on her panties and trousers. He did the same and kissed her
again and told her to wait while he went to get the rest of their clothes.

The marauders she had
knocked out were gone and he fetched his haori and her shirt and was about to
walk back to his lover when a old lady stopped and looked horrified at him. Then
she turned around and ran screaming away. �She saw me??!!� Somehow he had
been given a second chance in life. He was alive once again. His smile almost
cracked his face and he hurried back to Sango. She stood there, half naked and
he immediately responded to her bare breast.

-

I am free Sango-chan, said Amidamaru with exhilaration.

-

W-what?

-

Somehow� I am alive again, I am not a ghost anymore.. People
can see me.

-

Oh�
Sango lit up and she
threw herself at him and he caught her easily and hugged her tight. They were
going to be able to live together.

THE END!!

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