Uncontrollable – Part One: Last Night
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Important: New story from your's truly. I know, I'm digging myself into a ditch. x.x again. All my stories will get finished,
eventually (not including SD...that's just eeevil). Bare with me, eh? Believe
me, this one's been in the long while coming. There
must have been at least 4 drafts before this one... Hopefully this one's the
best :)
Note: Summary complementry of Aamalie XD What would I do without her...
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Miroku grunted with the effort
it took to push open the door. It was made of stone and plated in gold, making
it shimmer with every movement. In the room, a single candle was lit beside the
bed and Miroku could make out the vague silhouette of
her figure. He thought again, as he had many times over the last few months,
how he should not be here. The dangers, the risks... If they
were to be caught...
But he was far too involved to care much now.
Carefully slipping his armor and medallions over his head, Miroku set them down on the marble table beside the bed. He
was close now and could make out the curves of her body; the way her hair fell
past her shoulders in a black wave. Miroku pushed the
sheer canopy aside and she turned, her hair shining in the light of the candle.
Sango smiled.
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Miroku groaned and squinted
his eyes. Rather then the soft glow of a candle, Miroku
was greeted by the electric glow of his laptop a few feet away on the cofee table. Blinking his eyes, Miroku
looked up at the warm face of his assistant.
"I
had a dream about you," he muttered, slipping on his glasses. As he did
so, her eyes went upwards and Sango let out an
exasperated sigh.
"I
suppose you're going to tell me I was finally wearing that lingerie you got me
for Christmas last year."
Miroku sat up on the couch, his dream
forgotten.
"You
haven't worn it yet?! But darling, I spent hours picking it out. It was perfect
for you!"
"And whichever store employee you persuaded to
try it on for you."
Miroku took a moment to think back on
that day. Sango shook her head in annoyance.
"All
right," he admitted, "but it would look better on you. I swear! I was
thinking of you the entire time." Sango took
the packet of papers she'd been holding and used them to smack Miroku over the head.
"You
need to look at those," she commented, walking away into the kitchen.
"And I hope you're packed." Miroku smiled
as he noticed heavenly aroma of coffee filling the air. Sango
came out a few moments later, carrying a mug and a chocolate-chip scone. Miroku took them with a word of thanks, turning on the
charm.
"Sango dear, wherever would I be without you?"
"Probably working at McDonalds." She
smiled, "Or living as an amputee." Sango
pinched the skin on Miroku's wandering hand and
twisted. He whimpered, withdrawing it from her derriere. "You are packed,
right?" she asked again, "It takes a few hours to get to the
airport."
"Of
course I'm packed. I could hardly sleep a wink, knowing I would be spending
months alone with the most beautiful woman I know."
"I
could hardly sleep either, though I doubt it was for the same reason..."
"Ma
belle..."
"Stop
that," Sango warned, knowing exactly what he was
up to.
"Ma
belle, ma cherie, ma petite cheri..."
"Houshi..."
"Marrie-moi!"
Miroku flinched as a large textbook
connected with his face.
"Go
get your stuff," Sango commanded, pointing at
the stairs.
"Can't
wait to be with me?"
"Go."
"Did
I tell you I had a dream about you?"
"Now."
"We
were lovers."
Sango threw another book as Miroku laughed, dodged, and ran up the steps. When he
reached the top, he ventured to look back down over the railing. She was turned
away, her hair falling down past her shoulders as she flipped through a book on
the table. Sensing his eyes on her, she turned, and looked up.
Sango smiled.
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Sango chewed restlessly on the cap
of her pen, tapping it, now and then, on the top of her briefcase. Sango was not afraid. Sango
wasn’t one to fear anything. She simply did not like planes. With all the ruckus next to him, Miroku
finally looked up from his reading.
"Sango?"
Sango paused in her pen-chewing to
look at him.
"I
think it’s dead."
Sango took the pen out of her mouth
and looked at the mutilated cap. With as much dignity as she could muster, she
calmly opened her briefcase to put it back inside. "Have you finished
yet?"
"Almost,"
Miroku sighed, flipping through the papers. They had
a bit of background on the excavation site, their lodging information and the
names of their workers. "A few more volunteers contacted me over e-mail.
Do you want to see their info?"
"No."
Sango bounced her leg as their plane finished
refueling, and the call for passengers went out. "I’m sure whoever you
picked will be fine." She nearly jumped out of her seat as Miroku’s hand landed on her knee. She glared at him,
expecting to see his perverted grin, her hand ready for a slap. But instead he
looked at her with concern. Sango sighed and looked
out the window, casually standing so his hand lost contact.
Watching
the plane's other passengers line up to exit the
terminal, Sango felt a jump in her stomach.
"What's
the matter, Sango?" Miroku
asked, coming to stand beside her. "You look sick. Want me to take your
temperature?"
Sango glared at him, handing the
steward her ticket and ID. "I'm going to be stuck on a plane with you for
18 hours. Who wouldn't get ill?"
Ignoring
the obvious insult, Miroku grinned, taking a lock of
her hair in his hand and looked at her lovingly. "I'll hold your hair for
you if you have to vomit."
Sango made a face and walked briskly
onto the plan, her hair slipping through his fingers. "How touching."
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18
hours, 16 slaps and one vomit later, Miroku stepped
out into the bright light of day. He took a deep breath.
"Ahh... can't you just smell adventure in the air?" Miroku asked. Sango sure smelt
something... but it wasn’t adventure. Looking around for the source of the
stench, Sango felt a tug on her hair.
"Miroku, would you stop playing with my hair?"
"What
did you say?" He asked from his place three feet ahead of her. Hesitantly,
Sango reached behind her, feeling slime and saliva
meet her fingers. Turning around, she spotted what the problem was.
"I
think he likes you..." Miroku commented, gently
pulling the fuming Sango away by her shoulders. The
camel spit after her.
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Muttering
a few choice obscenities, Sango stuck her head under
the faucet, rinsing away the slime. Sango came out of
the restroom, wringing water from her hair. Miroku
saw her and placed a hand over his heart, giving Sango
a hurt expression.
"Why
is it that you let some stranger, not even a human, play with your hair? Yet
whenever I get near you, all I get is a slap? Sango,
I’m starting to think you don’t love me anymore..."
Sango rolled her eyes and flipped
her hair, sending water all over Miroku’s front.
"Aww, Sango," he pouted,
taking off his glasses. "I just cleaned these."
"It’s
not as if you wear them much anyway," Sango
argued, snatching the hat from his head. Miroku
sighed in defeat. Oh well, there was always the consolation prize.
Sango began to beat the archeologist
with his hat vehemently when a dark shadow fell over them.
"Would
you be Miroku Houshi?"
Miroku blinked and looked up at the
newcomer. "Perhaps."
"Sesshomaru Muhyoujou. I will be
your lead anthropologist. This," he added, stepping aside so the girl
behind him was visible, "is Rin Thompson. She
will be one of your volunteers."
"Well...
Hello," Miroku greeted, giving the girl a
charming smile. Sango wasn’t surprised to find her
completely smitten with him. Miroku just seemed to
have that effect on women.
‘But
not me’ Sango reminded
herself, watching him attempt to make conversation with the taller man. It
apparently wasn't working very well, because he turned as soon as another woman
began to approach. She had her dark hair tied up into a loose bun and she
ignored Sango and Miroku as
she approached.
"Kagura," Sesshomaru said
shortly, giving her a once over before turning away, a bored expression on his
features. Kagura rolled her eyes and tugged his hair,
which was long and pulled back into a ponytail. Glaring, he turned back around.
"I
believe that was unnecessary."
Sango looked on, amused, as Kagura fumed at him.
"Is
that how you greet an old acquaintance? ‘Kagura’? You say my name as though it’s a disease."
"Now
that you mention it, I do feel a bit ill... Rin."
Rin jumped and dropped the
scorpion she’d been dangling in front of her. It ran in a circle a few times
before scuttling away.
Finally
turning to the other two, Kagura held out her hand.
"Kagura Amnell. I
believe we’ve met once before."
"Yes,"
Miroku agreed, shaking her hand, "It’s a
pleasure to see you again. You’ll be our surveyor, yes?" Kagura nodded before giving Sango,
who was standing behind them, a curious look. "May I introduce my lovely
assistant and restorer, Miss Sango Evans?"
Kagura simply stared and stated the
obvious. "You’re wet."
Sango clicked her tongue in
annoyance and Kagura turned from her, a smirk on her
lips.
"Will
you be traveling to the site with us?" Sango
asked, for the sake of politeness. Sesshomaru shook
his head.
"I
have previous engagements."
"As
do I," Kagura added, wrapping her arm around Sesshomaru’s. He rolled his eyes and began to discreetly
tug his elbow away. Kagura held fast though, forcing
a smile.
"Ta ta!" She
waved, pulling Sesshomaru away. Rin
gave a small curtsy before following in suit. Sango
watched after them, and shook her head.
"What
a strange group..."
"I
think they’re lovely."
Sango gave Miroku
a look before slapping his arm, grabbing her bags and storming away. Rubbing
his abused limb, Miroku watched her go.
"What
did I do?"
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Well, what do you think? I'm liking it, so I
guess that's really all that matters. PSS! R E V I E W.
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