Uncontrollable – Part Four: Go Fish
Disclaimer: If I were rich enough
to own Inuyasha, do you think I’d be so poor as to go
six months without internet? I don’t think so...
Authors
Note:
She’s baaaaaaack! And about time
too. Sorry about the long wait and I hope the chapter’s good enough to make
up for it .. Or maybe just half the
time...
Sango lowered her eyes to the ground in an attempt to avoid any
and all contact with her bodyguard. She had given him everything up to now.
This was simply too much to ask for. But Miroku! He
was so affectionate and adamant about having his way that it was sickening!
Or rather,
it would be if it didn’t turn her on so much.
Feeling his
gaze hot on her, Sango reluctantly handed him the cup
of tea.
"Oh Sango," he breathed, moving his free arm to settle it
around her waist, "You do care!"
"I do
not," she denied, feeling his hand slip downwards. Rolling her eyes to the
sky she moved a hand to wave to her attendant who was sitting in the shadows a
ways off, speaking with someone. Feeling liquid on her fingers she turned to
see hot tea dripping down the front of Miroku’s
chest.
"Oh
damn it all. Sorry about that, Miroku," She lied, sarcasm simply dripping from her lips.
"Not
to worry, love," he purred, pulling her closer and kissing the curve of
her clavicle.
A pointed
clearing of the throat broke the two apart and Sango’s
attendant was before of her, raising an eyebrow at the guard’s antics and Sango’s allowance of it. Her companion stood behind her,
arms crossed. Sensing their unasked questions, Sango
shifted uncomfortably. Miroku simply looked annoyed
at the interruption.
"Oh.
It’s you."
Inuyasha smirked and tried to keep himself from
laughing at him.
"I’m
sorry to disturb you, but Pharaoh requests your presence."
Sango jumped as she felt Miroku’s
hair tickle her neck, his head resting possessively on her shoulder.
"Oh
come on!" She yelled ripping the tea from his hands and pouring it on him.
Annoyed, she marched off, Kikyo following suit. Miroku halted his attempt at cooling himself down to glare
up at his laughing friend.
"It
served you right," Inuyasha told him, looking at
him with a mix of disgust and amusement.
Frowning
and looking after Sango as she walked, Miroku sighed.
"Shut
up, Inuyasha."
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Miroku bit his tongue to keep from crying out. This was bloody murder
she was committing—cruel and unusual punishment! There were laws against it!
But still, her expression was void of all emotion, as she worked with the
blade, cleaning the dirt from her nails. Miroku
swallowed his spit and willed himself to speak.
"Got any
nines?"
Sango looked down at the cards in her lap and shook her head. "Go
Fish."
"You’re cheating,"
Miroku accused blandly, picking up a card from the
deck. It was, unfortunately, not a nine.
"I am
not; you just have bad luck." Sango turned to
the girl next to her. "Any threes, Kagome?" Miroku watched in horror as the younger girl handed one over.
For lack of a better plan, Sango and Miroku had taken it upon themselves to provide
entertainment and fine dining for those who couldn’t sleep. This included a
small group of four beings: Miroku and Sango themselves (Sango refused
to sleep with Miroku nearby tonight), and two others:
Kagome and Shippo, the registrar who had come by to
record the jewel Sango and Rin
had found earlier. Aware that they were in the middle of nowhere, entertainment
consisted of playing with cards Kagome had happened to have with her. As for
fine dining: The infamous peanut butter and jelly.
"I don’t
understand you," Miroku wondered aloud, watching
her take more cards from Shippo and add the doubles
to her ever growing pile. Sango shrugged and smiled
over at him.
"It must
be all the good karma I’ve racked up."
"Are you
insinuating I’ve done something bad in my past life?"
"I said
no such thing."
The group’s
small square fell apart once as the flaps of their tent were violently pushed
aside and Kikyo charged into the circle. Sango dropped her cards in surprise and Miroku
casually looked over and frowned, spotting a pretty nine of hearts.
"You were
cheating!"
"Where’s
your gun?" Kikyo demanded, kicking the cards
aside as she ripped through Miroku’s luggage.
"What
gun?" Sango asked. Her jaw fell open as Kikyo produced one out of a bag, slamming the bullets into
the barrel and clicking off the safety lock. "Miroku! How did you get that past customs?"
"Move,"
Kikyo commanded, stepping just outside the tent. The
air was filled with the explosion of a shot, followed closely by another, and a
third. One final shot rang out before all was silent and a manly grunt was
heard. Kikyo was thrown back into the tent, the back
of her head slamming against a desk, causing her eyes to roll and her head to
slump forward slightly. Kagome clutched her camera, Shippo
brandished his pens and Sango and Miroku
unconsciously squeezed each other’s hands, all preparing for whatever trouble
lay outside their tent. One foot stepped in, followed by the other, red eyes
glared, and a white flash and a shriek filled the tent.
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It was the end
of the day and Kagura risked a glance at the man
beside her, her lips turning downwards in a frown. Sesshomaru
wasn’t looking at her. Chances were he hadn’t been listening to her since she
began talking two and a half hours ago. How annoying. Taking a deep breath, she
tried to calm her nerves, which were coincidentally, at their end.
"Why are
you such an asshole?"
Sesshomaru continued walking in silence before halting his steps. Nearly bumping into him from behind, Kagura
cursed. He at least could have had the decency to tell her he was stopping!
What was with this guy? Without turning his head, Sesshomaru
addressed her coldly.
"You are
following me."
Wow. Who would
have guessed. "No shit, Sherlock. You’re the only
man within six year’s age of me who’s both attractive and unattached.
Besides," she added blandly, "we work together."
"You’ve
applied for jobs parallel to mine for the last six years. You’re stalking
me."
"Stalking?"
Kagura scoffed. "As if I would
waste my precious time stalking a bastard like you!" Kagura began forward once more, granting herself a
satisfied smirk when Sesshomaru appeared at her side
a moment later.
Without
sparing her a glance, Sesshomaru spoke. "You
aren’t living with me." Shrugging as though she didn’t care, Kagura maneuvered her left hand into his right.
"Not yet
anyway."
"Do not
touch me."
Kagura gave an exasperated sigh but drew her hand away, pausing and
letting him walk ahead so she could glare holes in the back of his head.
"Damn,"
letting her eyes slip considerably lower then his head, Kagura
muttered, "I can’t wait...!"
"What?"
"What?
Keep walking." She commanded, flipping her head, "I’ve got better
things to do then grace you with my divine presence."
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"The
white light slowly faded as the flash from Kagome’s 16mm camera faded and she
lowered it from her face.
"Is it
dead?" she asked tentatively.
Her reply was
almost inhuman as the creature leapt from his place on the desert floor. Bits
of sand and dust covered his features, falling as he shook and growled in rage;
all of his rage intended on Kagome.
As a malicious
grin spread across his face, the lanterns flickered out and Miroku
began hastily searching his pockets for a lighter of some sort. He missed it
various times.
Sango dug in the sand, searching for the knife she had been using to
clean her nails (and threaten her companion). A lot of good it did her as it
sliced open her thumb, blood dripping into the sand before she lifted it to her
mouth.
Shippo was off hiding in some desolate corner of the tent. How that kid
was about to scramble away so fast remained unknown.
Kikyo, having reawaken after the camera’s
flash, instinctively held the gun up and out in front of her chest, breathing
hard as she tried to concentrate on her target. Yet, she couldn’t attack if she
didn’t know what she was attacking in the first place.
And Kagome...
Well...
Kagome was
screwed.
‘What a crappy way to die,' she thought, rather bitterly, as she
felt five forceful fingers tighten around her throat. 'Take this, you
jerk.' And with that final thought, she lifted the flash of her camera to
her attacker's eyes again and pushed the button that was to be her savior.
In that
single, blinding bright moment, Miroku successfully
located his lighter only seconds after Sango
succeeded in stabbing herself once more, this time in the palm. Kikyo, unfortunately unsuccessfully, fired another useless
round of bullets into the intruder and Shippo, who had
crept back into view only moments before, resentfully noticed that he had been
only an ace away from winning their previously interrupted card game.
Funny, how
such trivial thoughts ran through the mind moments before potential demise.
And Kagome?
Well...
Kagome would
(miraculously) be all right.
She hit the
sand with a 'thump' and the creature—man, she noticed, flabbergasted—was
suddenly crouching before her, a hand over each of his two eyes.
Most
unexpectedly, the man opened his mouth to reveal a set of razor sharp fangs as
he snarled and let out an extremely long stream of—pardon me—gibberish, all of
which was pointedly directed at the girl with the soul stealer.
"What did
you do, Kagome?" Kikyo asked, catching bits and
pieces of the nonsense that was being spouted out.
"I am
not!" Kagome suddenly yelled, glaring at the strange person and holding
the camera up threateningly. "Say that again, would you!"
But the
prospect of having his soul ripped out through his belly button seemed to have
shut him up.
Kikyo looked between the two slowly.
"How did
you..."
"Well he
was speaking loud and clear wasn’t he?"
"No!"
The older woman said, "No, he wasn’t... He wasn’t speaking anything you’d
understand at all."
"Miroku!"
Both women
turned at Sango’s yell a little too late as Miroku took one of the burned out lanterns, knocking the
man on the back of his head. He fell to the floor with little to no resistance.
Miroku gave them all a sheepish look and dropped the
lantern in the sand.
"What?"
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"Now,"
Miroku sat at his makeshift desk, rubbing his eyes
for what seemed the billionth time since the sun rose that morning. "Are
you sure that’s the guy from the crystal?"
"Yes."
"But he
doesn’t look like the guy from the crystal!"
And it was
true. Rather than the silver hair and amber eyes, this man had hair as
black as night. Miroku looked over to where he sat
opposite Kagome (whom was ignoring him quite pointedly, except for to hold the
camera up as warning) and next to Shippo, who was
staring quite openly at the stranger.
Sango had disappeared about an hour prior.
"It’s him
Miroku," Kikyo sighed,
sounding rather tired and rightfully so. It had been a long night for all of
them, Kikyo longest of all. She had been up for
hours, vigorously translating the rest of the manuscript.
She sighed.
"According
to the scroll, his name is Inuyasha."
"According
to the scroll..." Miroku repeated slowly.
"Yes, and
according to the scroll he’s around seventeen - was around seventeen... When he was entombed."
"But why?"
"I do not
know, Miroku." Kikyo
said through clenched teeth. She had done everything she was instructed to do
and beyond. The scroll was written hastily, it seemed, and was nearly
impossible to read (much like Miroku’s own
handwriting, she had noticed bitterly). She was bound to have gotten some
translations wrong in her haste, but the basic message was clear.
Inuyasha was not to be released.
Kikyo glanced at him from over her shoulder and found it difficult to
quell her immediate like of the man. He was anything but pleasant, that much
was sure from the way he manhandled Kagome earlier that morning and cursed at
her afterwards; she had recognized that much by his attitude. He carried with
him an air of youthful arrogance, and surprisingly enough, Kikyo
found that appealing.
Plus, she
noted with a sort of smug satisfaction, he seemed to dislike Kagome as much as
she did.
"Kagome!" Shippo cried out in
terror as Inuyasha raised a threatening hand against
the boy. A flash filled the tent and Inuyasha was
immediately on the sand, covering any and every reachable part of his being
that he could.
"Let me
see the manuscript," Miroku said.
"What?"
Kikyo asked, snapping out of her daze.
"Maybe I
can find something you missed."
"You
can’t read ancient Egyptian," she blandly pointed out.
"So what? Maybe I just want to look at the
pictures."
He looked as
though he was about to continue when a gentle hand fell on his shoulder and the
blissful aroma of caffeine flitted into the air around him.
"This is
coffee, Miroku," Sango
told him firmly, as though he had never seen a cup of coffee in his life.
"Make friends with it."
"Oh Sango," he breathed, moving his arm to settle it
around her waist. "You do care!" And with that, he gratefully
took the mug off of her hands.
"I do
not," she ground out, feeling his hands slip lower to feel the curve of
her bottom. Moving her hip in a swift motion, she bumped Miroku
in his shoulder, causing him to spill half the cup of ‘elixir’ onto his shirt.
"Oh damn
it all. Sorry about that, Miroku," she lied, sarcasm simply dripping from her lips.
"Not to
worry, My dear," Miroku
purred, snuggling his head into her ribs. "It was only as hot as my
burning passion for you."
Kikyo cleared her throat pointedly. Sango
looked about ready to take the entire makeshift desk—all three wooden
crates—and drop them over the archeologist’s head. "Excuse me, but do either of you by chance remember the situation at
hand?"
"Of
course," Miroku smiled, exceedingly more
cheerful as he pulled Sango onto his lap. She
struggled for a bit, before realizing the attempt was useless. He’d let her go
in due time... If not... Well... She’d just chop off
his hand while he was sleeping. Easy enough. Her
patience ran out, however, when Miroku got a little
too comfortable and rested his head on her shoulder.
"Oh come on!"
she yelled, blushing madly as she dumped the rest of the coffee on him. She
sent him a murderous glare before storming off and out of the tent.
Kikyo threw up her hands up in defeat and followed suit (obviously, now
one was listening to her anyway), leaving Miroku to dab
at the stains with undoubtedly important and rare documents. He turned to the
sound of laughter and found Inuyasha looking at him
with a look mixed with disgust and amusement. Miroku
didn’t need a translator (or Kagome, for that matter) to tell him he was being
told that it served him right.
Frowning and
looking out of the tent after Sango, Miroku sighed.
"Shut up,
Inuyasha."
Started:
um... Lets say early February -can’t remember-
Finished:
Posted:
-in a state of complete shock- I actually came out of my
shell! And yes :3 I have the Internet back, so
hopefully that’ll mean more updates. Sorry about the long wait!
Review
Responses! (I didn’t do all of them It’s late.. And
I’m lazy and tired... But mostly just lazy XD Thank you everyone, though)
DarkHeartKeyblade: See! I used it! points
up Didja catch that? And I absolutly LOVE Kerri’s Big Invention. I love all the
Legendary Frog Flash movies :) With my next paycheck I’m gonna
see if I can convince my mom to let me buy a shirt...
Ai8: I take it this wasn’t
exactly ‘soon’...
Spiffy McFloogan: Damn it all! TT-TT You guessed it... No, I
don’t think there will be Inu/Kag...
If anything it’ll end up being Inu/Kik, and only hints of that.
Medlii: -hangs gold star on her fridge- Yes!
Cori-chan: -flails back- XD
Lily Thorne: Bwuah!
Fooled you... I feel accomplished now. It wasn’t the pharoah.
:) Not yet, anyway... He’ll come later, but yes, Somehow
I doubt he’ll be pleased by what he sees.
D.E.Barbie: -much too lazy to type out the full name- XD
I’m glad you liked it. I liked the ring part too. The part about burning coffee
was probably my favorite in this chapter though :)
Koishii: I love The Mummy. So F-in’
much. I’m just too poor to actually buy it so I have to wait until it’s
on TNT... T-T
Glorfindel: XD He only gets to use those pickup lines
because he invented them... In a way, anyway
dEeYaN: .. Thank you...
Tobais: I don’t know, why
didn’t you? -accussing
stare- Just joshin ya XD
Erised: A tad late but it doesn’t matter because I
don’t think I even had the internet at that point o-O And the peas was funny!
You’d think he’d get an icepack but no - he gets peeeeeeas!
And chocolate
money would help oo I love chocolate. And I love
Money. Why not mix the two together!
Suicide and
Murder:
XD -nibbles-