Drifting
– Part Four: Runaway
Aamalie: Sorry it took so long... -.- It’s
all Cori’s fault.
Corisu: -runs off to procrastinate- Uh...
que pasa?
Disclaimer: Still don’t own IY.
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Sango peered into the
small, circular mirror that was mounted on the wall. It was no larger than her
open hand when all of its fingers were outstretched, and it had a crack along
the bottom of it. But, although it was in desperate need of cleaning, it served
Sango’s purpose well enough, allowing her to make sure all traces of those
hideous cosmetics had been completely scrubbed away.
Finally satisfied, Sango
let the rag she had been using drop into the washing bowl. It didn’t matter
that it was dirty; the water was already murky from the number of times she’d
had to rinse the cloth free of the filth. Sighing, Sango crossed the room over
to the bed, sinking down onto it.
She didn’t know what to
think anymore.
Ever since she had been
born, Sango had lived more or less a normal life, as far as she was concerned.
It certainly wasn’t unusually strange, though there were an oddity or two to be
accounted for, such as the constant sea travel between
And here she was now, on
some random island in the
What was she supposed to
think, exactly?
Sango let herself fall
back across the mattress, staring at the ceiling overhead. Who was Miroku
anyway? He seemed educated enough- the way he spoke was a clue to that. He
didn’t talk like the other pirates she had encountered thus far, or even like a
tar. His demeanor was confidant, and his clothing well-kept. What Sango found
most unexpected though was that he almost seemed concerned for her well being,
as well as the amount of money he had spent to win her at the auction. Then
again, it was probably all just a ruse. He had said himself that the laws of
his ship bound him, making it so he could not force a woman into sexual acts.
Was it his plan then to lull her into a false sense of security with him, so
that she would become willing?
Sango scowled at the
thought; she, to put it frankly, refused to be a bed-warmer. Her standards for
herself were much higher than that.
The sound of knocking drew
her attentions away from her predicament, and Sango sat back up, looking
towards the door just as the lock clicked and it opened. In stepped a young
woman who looked as though her age was not far off from Sango’s. She was slim
and pretty, with loose dark hair, blue eyes, and a warm smile on her face,
which broadened when she caught sight of the other lady in the room.
“Sango, right?” she said
as she stepped into the room, receiving a hesitant nod in return. “Thought so.
I’m Kagome; Miroku asked me to bring you some clothes.” She held up the bundle
that she had tucked beneath her arm.
“Oh. Thank you,” Sango
said, rising from her seat to go take the offered clothing. Sango accepted the
clothes from Kagome, coming out of her royally irritated state of mind long
enough to murmur, “Thank you.”
Kagome smiled, cheerily
bright, and Sango couldn’t help but return the expression. Spreading over the
clothing, she studied the pieces.
They were not extravagant,
by any means, but they were well made. The dress was a soft blue; Kagome had obviously
gotten it to accent her eyes. Thinking of how, on her own body, it would cause
her to resemble an upset cloud, Sango began to disrobe.
As she did, she decided
that the awkward silence between herself and Kagome had gone on long enough.
“So…” she ventured, enlisting the younger girl’s help to pull the dress over
her head. “You don’t quite match my impression of this town’s women.”
Kagome’s bright smile
faltered slightly. “That’s because I am not of this town. I came here in the
same way as you did.”
“What?” Sango
stared at the girl in utter disbelief, holding the dress in her arms and
blinking owlishly. It was bad enough that such a deplorable thing had happened
to Sango herself, but at least she was as headstrong as a mule and therefore
able to hold her own. Having only just met her, Kagome already seemed much too
complacent, too kind to be able to serve as a pirate’s purchased concubine.
Kagome flushed. “That’s
how Miroku knew to come to me for clothes. I was bought by one of his
shipmates, Inuyasha.” Apparently, the bewildered look was still on Sango’s
face, because she hurriedly added, “Don’t worry, Sango. The captain does not
permit mistreatment of… companions.”
“Oh, really?” Sango
snorted in disbelief, lying her dress on the small table near a corner. “Don’t
you think that being forced to be their ‘companion’ is mistreatment enough?”
Kagome merely averted her
eyes. “You had better get dressed,” she declared, a tad tightly. “No doubt your
company will be required soon.”
“Yes, I’ll wager.” Sango
sighed bitterly, then reached for the dress that Kagome had brought.
“Just a moment,” Kagome
said suddenly, her stiff tone gone, causing Sango to halt halfway through the
motion. The younger woman gestured to a clump of cloth that Sango had pretty
much ignored in her desire to cover the plain white shift that she wore.
“You’re going to have to wear those.”
Sango had to blink at the
pile for a while before she finally recognized what it was composed of. Aside
from the stockings and shoes, there was another, thinner dress-like shift… and…
“You… are sorely mistaken…
if you think I am going to wear that.”
Giggling, Kagome
responded, “Wouldn’t you prefer having them bound by a bustier than having the
dress ride awkwardly over them?”
There was no question as
to what ‘them’ was referring to. “Fine,” Sango conceded, crossing her arms and
scowling. What was with other people and trying to dress her up? Oh, well; at
least Kagome’s little suggestion had a sensible reason behind it. “If you
fasten it too tightly, however, I will not hesitate to exact revenge.”
Laughing now, Kagome
assured Sango that the garment wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it looked
before turning her back to afford Sango some privacy in changing into the
undergarments that she had brought. When she turned around once more, Sango had
stepped into the spare shift and pulled it up to her waist. The front half of
the bustier was clutched to her waist and she had her back to Kagome, waiting
for her to fasten it. Sango was studying some spot on the wall, looking
extremely grumpy.
Pulling the strings
together and tying them tightly at Sango’s back in pairs, Kagome worked with
the deft efficiency of one accustomed to dressing another. Sango winced every
time she yanked a string tight – not because of pain, but because of the way
she knew her chest would be elevated once Kagome was done.
When Kagome finally
stepped back, Sango gained the courage to look down at herself and had to
suppress a weak groan. Her breasts were pushed up toward her throat a bit, but
they would now, without a doubt, fit into the powder-blue dress.
Trying to console herself,
Sango reminded herself that she was cleaner than she had been in a long while.
With this happy thought in her head, she stepped into the dress and slipped her
arms through the sleeves, relieved when it came up high enough to cover the
majority of her cleavage and making the clothes comfortingly decent.
Kagome looked her over
appraisingly, then beamed. “Much better,” she decided. “If you are hungry, some
rations have been set aside for you in the kitchens. Should I go get it for
you?”
“Yes, please,” Sango
responded without thinking about what she was saying while she sat on the bed
to pull on the stockings and shoes that had been provided. As Kagome left,
however, she rose to her feet, suddenly resolute. One clear idea stood out in
her mind – though Kagome had been the most decent person that she had met thus
far, she had to get out of that inn.
Unfortunately, she really
didn’t know the town at all, thanks to Miroku’s meandering path. Straightening
her dress as she pulled the door open, she figured that anywhere would be
better than there, waiting for Miroku to return for God-knew-what.
Peeking out into the hall
to ensure that Kagome was not within sight, she slipped from the door and shut
it behind her. Then, straightening her back and tilting her chin upward, she
walked proudly toward the door as if she felt absolutely at ease with her
surroundings. Perhaps it was this demeanor that allowed her to reach the exit
without confrontation, and she pulled the heavy door open with a creak.
Glancing behind her once more, she slipped out, barely remembering to hop the
nonexistent step near the bottom.
Her self-assured
confidence lasted a while longer, until Sango realized that she had taken so
many twists and turns along her path that she was lost in the sense that she
could not find her way back to The Eye. That is, if she wanted to. Which
she didn’t. Going back there would mean going back into the hands of that pirate,
and Sango refused to lower herself to that particular level.
But that wasn’t worth
thinking about, as returning didn’t even amount to a last resort in Sango’s
mind. What did matter was that she needed to find a way off of this island
without getting herself into a bigger mess than she was in already. Somehow,
her chances of success didn’t feel very high. In fact, they felt low. Very low.
Lower than she’d feel if she were ever to run into that Miroku character again.
Geez, why was she even
bothering?
Rounding the corner of yet
another deserted, grimy alleyway that reeked of vomit and other bodily
excrements (they seemed rather common), Sango suddenly found herself facing a
more populated road. While not exactly a hub, there were people standing in
huddles near the fronts of buildings, while others strolled around conversing.
Sango could see that the majority was made up of pirate men, and they all
looked rather happy for some reason...
She began to walk, hoping
against hope that she’d somehow stumble across even a grain of good luck. There
had to be a way to escape from this filthy city. She’d find a way. After
all, Sango had a perfectly decent and logical mind, a working body, and she
wasn’t anyone’s prisoner anymore---
That thought had just
crossed Sango’s mind when a heavy hand gripped her shoulder, effectively
jerking her to a stop, wheeling her around, and pushing her up against the wall
of the nearest building. Startled, Sango looked down and found a burly man who
stood at least six or seven centimeters shorter than she grimacing up at her.
It took her a moment to realize that that grimace was actually a grin- and an
almost toothless one at that. Sango fought to keep her lip from curling in
disgust.
“Can I help you?” she
asked, discreetly dropping her shoulder and moving to the side in order to try
and shake off the outlaw’s trespassing appendage. It worked, until the fingers
of that same hand clamped around Sango’s wrist.
“Why, yes....” the pirate
said, drawing out the ‘s’ sound and pausing a moment to lick his lips. Sango’s
fists instinctually clenched. “I believe y’could help me plenty.”
It didn’t take a scholar
to figure out what he was implying.
“Well, actually, I just
remembered. I really have to be somewhere,” Sango said, repulsed, while trying
to yank her arm from the pirates grip. “Maybe some other time,” she lied.
“Don’t be silly,” the
pirate growled, his grin fading a tad. “Come on. I’ll pay you twice as much as
your normal price.”
Sango’s jaw simply
dropped, and her mind went blank for a few seconds. The man... He thought she
was a... a... whore?! She’d never been more insulted in her entire life.
And so, without even considering a second thought, Sango reeled back and
punched the pirate square in the nose. As he stumbled back with a curse as
blood began to spurt, Sango darted away. She risked a glance over her shoulder
in case she was being followed. What she wasn’t expecting was to ram into
someone else and fall backwards onto her rear. She let out a hiss of annoyance
and glared up at the pale-haired pirate she’d run into, who’d managed keep
upright after the impact.
“Watch where you’re
going,” she growled, climbing to her feet.
“You’re the one who ran
into me, stupid girl,” he said in return, scowling down at her. His
eyes- which, Sango noticed, were an unusual shade of brown; gold, almost-
narrowed as he got a better look at her. “Where the hell did you get that
dress?”
“Excuse me, but that’s
none of your business,” Sango replied, “so goodbye.” She tried to sidestep him,
but the man grabbed her forearm, much like the other had earlier. She twisted,
readying herself to punch him too, only to have her free fist caught as well,
only not by the same pirate.
“Tut tut tut, Sango.
There’s no need to be violent.”
Oh God. She knew that
voice.
“Besides,” Miroku
continued as Sango’s head whipped around so that she could stare at him in
horror, “your form is all wrong. You’re going to break your hand if you keep
punching people like that. But, I see you’ve met Inuyasha. And Miss Kagome as
well, judging by your new attire. You look wonderful, m’love.” Sometime during
his small speech, the other pirate- Inuyasha, Sango reminded herself- released
her so that she could fully face Miroku.
He was smiling warmly at
her, apparently oblivious to how angry she was. How had he found her? He was so
infuriating! Yet, at the same time, Sango was rather relieved that she had
been found... Not that she’d let him know that though.
“Spare me the ridiculous
compliments,” she said stubbornly.
“Now, why would I do a
thing like that?” Miroku asked, looking honestly surprised. “And how are they
ridiculous? I’m just admiring the beauty of your face without those awful
cosmetics. And I must say... This dress does absolute wonders for your figure.”
A contented sigh escaped him as his hand found its way to a certain part of
that figure.
Sango didn’t even hesitate
to deal him a quick and efficient slap to the face before she began to stalk
off again.
“Ah! Sango, don’t leave!”
Miroku called, rubbing his cheek as he hurried after her.
Inuyasha, who had been watching
the entire ordeal, snorted. “Dumbass,” he muttered, before turning the opposite
way and going to find Kagome.
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Aamalie: And if anyone so much as MENTIONS
the movie PotC again in their reviews, I might blow a fuse. I didn’t even get
the idea for this from the movie, so, for God’s sakes... Don’t compare the two!
Besides, there are more books and movies out there than just that one single
show. And it wasn’t that good anyone. Everyone just loves it because of Depp
and Bloom. -.-x
Corisu’s turn for the
review responses.
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inugirl - Uh... Miroku makes a sexah
ANYTHING. He'd be the proverbial 'milkman'. -sigh- We could only wish... I'd be
going out to get the milk every single day... (Milkman!Miroku is property of
Aamalie, btw...)
Hikari of Hearts - Muhuwaha! I agree, but Miroku'd
be the perfect anything! He could be a... I dunno... computer repairman with a
pocket soldering iron behind his ear and the sleeves of his checkered shirt
rolled up and I'd STILL stab my modem with a screwdriver and beg him to come
fix it! -shifty eyes- Wow. That was a long sentence.
iLOVEcheese - Phwa. It IS interesting.
Especially to write. Sango in a bustier?! C'mon, that's priceless!
lilmatchgirl007 - xD Yeah... Ayumi did turn out to
be quite the little spitfire... Those poor pirates. Not only does SANGO kick
their butts, but her butt-kicking-ness seems to rub off on those around her!
Menolly Harper - XD Yes! He is teh sexah! -random
dance- Heyyy... what M/S picture? -prepares to badger Aamalie-chan until she
gives deeeetails-
B4By K4K4Sh1 - That's our job - to make a fun
plot while entertaining our luverly readers. And yes, it was Aamalie with the
Sexy Hand Song... -sighs, then gets starry-eyed- You know, he IS too sexah for
his kesa... -steals kesa and skips around- As for the updating out other
stuffs? -resumes skipping-
Val - I think it was watching too much
POTC that GAVE Aamalie the idea for this, as a matter of fact... x.x But I'm
glad I got roped into it... it's much fun. Glad you liked! (Wrong. Aamalie
doesn't OWN PotC. She doesn't watch often. She got the idea from the ride,
which is MUCH different from the movie. See above AN.)
Siren of Erised - Hee. Thanks! -watches as Miroku
struts in front of mirror, shaking his pirate booty- xD See what you flatterers
have done to him? (Miroku: What? -shaking around a bad of gold-)
AnimeAnna22 - Who wouldn't want to be in
Sango's place?! I'd mess it up, though... I'd keep forgetting to slap him... XD
Thanks for the review!
WindeSprite - Pirate Miroku is addictive. Like
procrastinating. -sneaks off- And Miroku has that effect on everyone, ne? xD
Hmm... fluff overload is coming, I suppose, though I can't say when. Best stock
up on toothbrushes and toothpaste while you can!
FlamingRedFox - -doesn't have a problem with long
reviews- (Neither does Aamalie.) You know, now that you mention it, Ayumi is
kind of Kagome-ish... weird. -blinks- Your imagination is odd... and I suppose
I'd be snappish, too, if I had just been BOUGHT, no matter how sexah the buyer
is. Anyway, I'm glad you like!
Lily Thorne - Muaha. Who COULD hate Miroku?
Try all she likes, Sango's NOT immune! No one can resist... the Deliciousness!
xD
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