Snickers – Part Nineteen:
It’s About Kohaku
GRRRRRR I feel so unhappy v.v
My friend is at Otakon in
Moon
Prynces:
I just had to make it the twisted guy who's possessive and has a freaky smile
v.v I did. I didn't like making it him. V.v I wanted to make it Miroku but...
Well... That would be too easy. >.> damn it.... Sorry I didn't update
again yesterday, x.x I had the chapter written but It was my dad's birthday and
we were in Lancaster all day -.-; Amish country... But hey! We saw the new
house we're getting and I got to go to the Park City Mall XD kukukukukukukuku
(ignore all that if you're not from PA)
Zero27: She can't catch
a break... But she will >.> I'll make sure of that.
KaT aka
Mistress Shinigami: It was going to be Miroku. But like I said before... Way too
easy. >.> people are gonna hate me so much this chapter.
AngelicFairy: It is like a soap
opera v.v But I need fuel for Naraku to get his ass kicked. <.< he'll get
his... Kukukukuku and about what you said you hoped won't happen...uhh *cough
cough*
lil' Hp
FAN:
Evil PA x.x It's so boring here! NOTHING EVER HAPPENS! So I know what you mean.
I'm moving out to Lancaster (eeeeew Amish country) x.x I'm not too happy. I
think they named Lebanon for their Lebanon Bologna o.O that's just what I
always thought. Why is it called Bologna anyway? It's doesn't taste like
bologna. But then again, why is it special and from Lebanon? What if it was
made in Downingtown [Thank god it's not x.x smelly....] -.- another evil
town... Nothing happens here either! Grrr XD it's improved. Kukukukukukuku
Kyosnekozukigirl: v.v bribing... And
that's not a bad idea for the bastard to die >.> but then Miroku wouldn't
get to beat the shit outta him.... Excuse my cursing ^_^ not in the best mood
at the moment.
Akikaze no
Uta:
^_^; you can keep the mallet out... As long as you don't use it against me at
the end of the chapter >.> don't hurt me. And Miroku is such a sweetie XD
*glomps him too*
Soli-chan: Ok ok, nothing to see
here folks *starts shooing people away*. V.v They should take all the
blood >.> die bastard. But I want Miroku to get him first <.<
kukukukuku... Hey! Where'd you get the doll? o.o I want to poke holes in a
Naraku voodoo doll v.v;
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"No"
"Sango-"
"No!"
"Listen
to me-"
"No! I
will NOT have that creatures blood running through my brother's vains!
No!"
"Sango...
He's the only donor other then you... We need him." Kaede tried
again.
"No!"
At this point, Kaede stood up. She'd been trying to convince Sango for atleast
an hour, and this was getting no where. Not only that, but her head hurt now.
"I'll be
back later..." Kaede said before walking off.
"Sango..."
Miroku sighed.
"No
Miroku, you can't possibly agree. You don't know half of what Naraku can do. I
don't want-"
"That's
just it Sango..." Miroku cried, kneeling in front of her. Taking her hand
in his he said, "This isn't about you."
Sango stared
speechless, then took her hands from his, turning away. Miroku sighed and
scratched his head.
"That
didn't come out right..."
"Whatever."
"Sango,
just talk to me, please?" Miroku begged. When she didn't say anything he
sighed again and took the seat next to her. "Fine Sango, if you won't talk
to me, you can listen. What I mean to say was-" He stopped and glared.
Sango had covered her ears.
*twitch*
"....okay then... I'm going to talk anyway, whether you're listening to me
or not.. Sango, as much as it well... Sucks, this situation is about Kohaku,
not you... For the most part. I don't know what happened with Naraku... But I
know what will happen to Kohaku if he doesn't help us. I don't like this idea
anymore then you do, but it needs to be done."
"...I'm
scared."
"What?"
Miroku was still taking when he heard her whisper... If you could even call it
that. He barely heard it.
"I'm
scared Miroku... I'm scared of him, I'm scared of what will happen, I'm just
a... A.. A big scaredy cat!"
. . .
"Ok... I
know that wasn't the best word choice but-"
"Hello
Sango... Miroku." A voice sneered. Miroku instinctively leaned closer to
Sango and glared at Naraku. Sango avoided all eye contact.
"It's a shame
to see you on such an occasion." Naraku taunted, taking the seat near
Sango. Immediately, she scooted her chair away from him and closer to Miroku.
"And what a coincidence too... That we all have the same blood type.
Whoever would have thought."
"Get to
the point Naraku." Sango hissed.
"I'm
simply saying it would be a shame if I couldn't agree to donate."
"What?!"
Sango jumped up.
"Bastard!"
Miroku shot out. (A/N: -.- damn bastard king.... DIE!)
"Now
now.. I never said I couldn't be.. Persuaded."
"What do
you want?" Sango asked, afraid of the answer.
"Oh...
Nothing much. A date for the Dance would be nice."
"Done."
Miroku said, "I have a friend who's looking for a date as well. You two
would look perfect with each other."
"Oh spare
me..." Naraku sneered, "There's one person I'm going with and you're
standing a little too close to her for my liking."
"Never"
Miroku warned, getting to his feet.
"And just
who has the trump card.? Hmm? It would be all too easy for me to leave right
now and let the little brat die. She really has no choice."
"Too bad,
she already has a date."
"Who? The
Marshmallow man?"
"No,
me."
"And I
supposed that's better?
"Better
then going with some monster."
Sango blinked
at what Miroku said, but didn't deny anything. She was too worried about what
would happen if Kohaku didn't get the blood he needed. Sango really did
want to go with Miroku... More then anything. But was it worth Kohaku's life?
It was only a dance...(A/N: >.> right, you keep thinking that)
"Ahh...
Mr. Naraku, nice to see you. Are we ready?" The doctor asked, ignoring the
obvious tension between atleast two of the people in the room.
"No"
Naraku smirked, enjoying the look of horror that passed over both Sango and
Miroku's face. "I don't think I can-"
"I'll do
it." Sango whispered.
"What?"
Miroku asked, shocked. He did his best to ignore the look of success on
Naraku's face. "Sango you can't-"
"Like you
said Miroku, this isn't about me... It's about Kohaku."
'This isn't
what I meant and you know it!"
"It's
just a dance Miroku." Sango said, looking away as she stood up. Miroku
held in a scream and the urge to strangle the bastard (Naraku) as he walking
into the room after Sango.
"Excuse
me, but only family is...allowed...." The doctor tried to say when Miroku
pushed past him. The menacing look his face made the doctor give up though.
Miroku said nothing as the blood was drawn and simply glared when Naraku left.
Sango avoided
looking at Miroku the entire way home. Kaede, not being there, had no idea what
had happened or why the two were so quiet. And when Sango went straight
upstairs as they got home, she figured she was sick or tired. She hadn't even
said good-bye to Miroku.
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v.v go
ahead... Kill me now x.x just get it over with. >.> but wait... Then
you'll never get to see what happens <.< or if things turn out ok... So
you can't kill me! Kukukukukukukukukukukuku. I am sorry though for the chapter
v.v but it had to be done. *sigh* don't worry, things will turn all right in
the end... Just give me a break x.x I'm typing the next chapter now, Song fic
XD kukukukukuuku