Uncontrollable – Part Two: Cinnamon
Disclaimer: Unless Rumiko Takahashi hands over
the rights as a well-deserved Christmas gift... I don't think so.
Authors Note: -cries- I posted the last chapter, and then Margo tells me
my summery got cut off, my computer spazzed,I saw
that my dividers got screwy, and I spelt summary wrong.... That had to have
been an omen x.x
Cinnamon. Sango
was beginning to detest that smell. She was beginning to detest the man who
smelt of it even more. He was ever and always present: Always leaning over her
shoulder as she studied, standing in the corner as she was dressed by servants,
or trailing a few steps behind her on her walks. He was like her shadow. Her annoying, unwanted shadow. But, Sango
could not be rid of him. Her father had demanded that a guard be assigned for
his daughter, and this cinnamon-scented thing was what she had received.
And so for months Sango
put up with him, seeing it as the only thing she could do to keep her father
happy. She refused to see any purpose to his being around until the day when he
actually saved her life. Her attacker lay lifeless in the bath and Miroku had wrapped his arms around the shell-shocked girl,
gently rubbing her arms.
"You see what
happens when you’re as beautiful as the rising sun?" he had murmured.
"Everyone wants to get their hands on you. I suppose I’ll have to stick
around after all."
And so their once
nonexistent relationship began to develop. Whether it was brushing hands in the
throne room, or longing looks from behind lidded eyes, the feeling was there
and growing. Sango no longer hated the sight of him
and nearly welcomed the feeling of his strong hand on her shoulder when it was
time to return to the palace.
Her heart pounding with
a speed she was sure couldn’t be normal, Sango closed
her eyes as Miroku’s hands slipped up the small of
her back, gently pulling her head back to expose her neck, running his lips
across it. Later, in the dark of night, she felt the warmth radiating from his
body next to her and she smiled, taking in the smell of him. Cinnamon.
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"Welcome,
welcome..." their guide greeted. "Please,
you’ll come this way."
Sango grudgingly allowed her luggage to be
taken from her, wiping her forehead with a gloved hand to get rid of the sweat
beaded there.
"It is a bit hot,
isn’t it...?" Miroku said, unbuttoning the top
of his shirt and fanning it. Sango shot him a glance.
Then, she did a double-take, before discreetly slipping on a pair of sunglasses
and looking anywhere but at him. Was it just her, or did the atmosphere feel a
somewhat humid?
"Something
wrong?"
"No, nothing,"
she claimed, turning away even more. As she did so, a frown graced her features
as Sango took in an unpleasant, yet slightly familiar
sight.
"So we meet
again."
The camel spit yet again.
"Aah...
I see you’ve met Bessy. Picked her ‘specially for ya."
"That’s...
Wonderful." Sango grumbled,
wincing as the beast bumped its head to hers.
"See! A perfect
match! She likes ya already."
Sango took a breath, trying to soothe
her aggravated nerves. She was a woman, she told herself. She could handle
this. This entire trip would be nothing but a piece of cake.
"What are you
doing?" Sango suddenly snapped, feeling hands
begin massage her shoulders.
"Sunscreen," Miroku explained simply, holding up his hands, which were
covered in the stuff. "I’d hate to see you burn. Then again..." Sango stood in horror as Miroku
turned her back around, slipping his hands up the back of her shirt to apply
the lotion there. "If you were to get burned, I could always help
you apply the aloe vera." Miroku
paused, looking over her shoulder at her face. "My, my.
You certainly do burn fast."
Sango lifted a hand to cover her red cheek,
snatching the bottle from Miroku’s bag with her other
hand.
"I can do it
myself," she yelled, jumping a few steps away.
"Okay..." Miroku shrugged, turning around. "But when you’re
done, do you think you could do me? I can finish you up too; I know how you
like it from behind..."
Mouth agape, Sango hurled the bottle at his head. Miroku
caught it with ease, looked at it, then back at Sango, a lazy grin on his face.
"So you changed your
mind?"
Fuming, Sango marched up to him, grabbing the bottle from his hands.
Too angry for words, she simply stuck her tongue out before stalking off,
muttering obscenities about perverted archeologists.
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"You know..." Miroku commented, looking over at his companion. "You
really shouldn’t stick your tongue out at people."
As a form of protest (Sango hadn’t had a civilized conversation with him in the
past two days) she stuck it out again. Simply to spite.
Miroku shook his head and laughed to
himself. Wary, Sango gave him a questioning look.
"You should keep your
tongue in your mouth," he said again, "or else I may find a better
use for it."
Sango stared at him and he smiled
cheerfully, holding out his canteen. "Thirsty?"
Sango looked ahead, patting Bessy on the side. The camel made a sound much like a grunt
before whisking past their companions. Bessy and Sango had come to an understanding. Neither of them liked
their counterparts much.
Miroku shook his head in wonder and
looked down at his own camel. "What did we do this time?"
The camel grunted.
Speeding
up a bit, Miroku caught up with her. They rode for a few miles in
silence, Miroku glancing at her sporadically and Sango looking at anything but her companion. That pretty
much left sand as her only option for scenery.
As Sango
was busy trying to decipher the difference between this grain of sand and that
one, she noticed how hot it was getting. Sweating in the heat, Sango licked her dry lips and reached over the side of the
camel for her canteen. When she came back she was met with a completely
unwarranted violation of personal space. Miroku was
mere inches away, leaning off his own camel so that his face was close enough
for Sango to smell the cinnamon on his breath. She
thought, offhandedly, that he always smelt of cinnamon. He had for as long as
she could remember.
Miroku caused her return to her senses
when he made a ‘tch’ing sound against his teeth and
shook his head. "Sango, love.
Your lips are drying out. They’ll burn if you’re not careful." And with
that, he whipped out a stick of chapstick, gently
grasping her chin applying it for her. Sango watched
his hand as it drew away, the other moving up to her cheek.
"What’s wrong,
love?" he asked, tucking a strand of hair away from Sango’s
face.
But Sango
wasn’t sure. Her palms were sweaty, but she didn’t think it was because of
desert heat. Her heart was beating at a speed she was sure couldn’t be normal.
Sango had thought he was going to kiss
her.
‘That prick,’ she
silently fumed. How dare he! Clenching her fists, Sango pushed her arms away, shoving Miroku
with unexpected force. His arms went out, swinging as he tried to keep his
balance and failed. Sango covered her mouth with a
gasp as Miroku landed with a ‘thud’ in the sand. As
she rode on, somewhat embarassed and leaving Miroku in the sand, Sango
couldn't help but wonder just why it was that she was so angry...
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"Sango." Miroku looked her over before
taking her bag from her, "Don’t worry about these."
Sango ignored him, simply taking up
another. "Houshi," she protested as he took
that one from her as well. "Just because I’m a woman does not mean I’m
incapable." She tugged adamantly on one of the straps, "Now give me
my bags."
"Ma cherie," he breathed,
"You know all this lifting isn’t good for the baby."
"Baby?" Sango
asked, shocked into confused speechlessness. Miroku
took the opportunity to pry the bag fully out of her grip.
"Go sleep, Sango," he commanded, ignoring her murderous glare.
"I’m not tired."
"We both know how
cranky you get without proper rest."
"I’m not
cranky!"
Miroku raised an eyebrow and Sango snapped her mouth shut, crossing her arms and looking
away. Miroku chuckled and adjusted the bags onto his
shoulders. "I’ll come tuck you in if you’d like."
"No thank you," Sango snapped, "I’m quite capable of doing that by
myself."
Miroku watched her as she tugged a duvet
out from one of the unpacked bags, making her way to ‘her’ tent. When he
finished setting down their luggage, Miroku walked
over after her, peeking his head through the flap.
"Want me to kiss you
goodnight?"
"No."
"I’ll sleep with you
if you get cold."
"I’m fine, thank
you," she bit out, flapping sand out of the blanket and into Miroku’s face.
"Goodnight," he
said sweetly before disappearing.
Sango scoffed, angrily wrapping the
blanket around herself. With that perv a few tents away? It would be a wonder if she could
get any sleep at all...
"What do you think
you’re doing?" she asked, sitting up when Miroku
reappeared in her tent with a few more blankets.
"Going
to bed."
"Not in here, you’re
not. What happened to your tent?"
"It’s all
sandy," he pouted, climbing to lay beside her. Sango scooted over, leaving about a foot in-between them. Miroku frowned. "It’s not as though I’m going to bite
you, no matter how tasty you may be."
"It’s not the biting
I’m worried about," she grumbled, moving her blanket to cover her face.
"What was that,
darling?"
"Nothing,
Houshi."
"Goodnight," he
sighed, kissing her nose through the sheet. Sango
felt her face go hot and was thankful that her face was hidden.
"Goodnight, Houshi."
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Wiping the sleep from her
eyes, Sango stretched, welcoming the day. She gently
pried herself out of Miroku’s grasp and crawled on
hands and knees to the edge of the tent, lifting the flap to gaze outside. In
the distance, she could vaguely make out their excavation site and the life
buzzing around it. Silently, she let the flap close and turned back to her
companion. Waving her hand over his eyes, she was pleased to see he made no
response. Miroku had always been a sound sleeper.
Taking a deep breath, Sango leaned over, daring to
lay a chaste kiss upon his nose.
He smelt of cinnamon.
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Posted:
Ugh... completely
pointless chapter I suppose x.x But it's the
Christmas HolidayX3 Fluff isn't all bad. Some of the actual plot shows
up next chapter, so stay tuned.
Arain:
DarkHeartKeyblade: I wanna use that line x.x I just don’t know when I can. Maybe later on XD So remind me.
RavenFireI: Rin’s age will be
mentioned next chapter -sweatdrop- she’s not young...
Phoebe: Yup! Inu
and Kag will both be in the story. Infact, Kagome will make her appearence
next chapter, as will Kikyo.
FlamingRedFox: I know ;-; discriptions and I are not friends... I’m trying though, so
hopefully next chapter will be a little better. Sorry I didn’t mention where
they were going x.x; I just dont’
want to story to drag on too much...
Mistress Koishii: Inform my small mind with it’s mediocre
knowledge of
Corisu: The mummy makes me drool... I forgot to ask for it
for christmas -weeps-
Ai8: I know I’m a culprit of that ;-; I’m trying really hard not to let this story turn
into another MP or Snickers... ‘Cause eventually even I started loathing
it, and that was sad ‘cause I was the one writing it x.x Some actual plot will show up next chapter, rather then
this... Chapter of fluff -pokes it- I suppose it was for the holiday season X3
that and I was in a fluffy mood...
Personification of
Fluff: You’re a
stickler for description ‘cause you can actually write it ;-;
When I try, I start to babble and go on and on and on and on and can't stop
'cause i keep going on and on and on and it really
sucks and even when I go on and on like that, it still isn't very descripted 'cause all I'm doing is saying the same things
over and over again in different words so it just goes on and on and yeah X3
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