InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Last Girlfriend ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )
Own Itokuzu-pi(Sesshoumaru) I do not.
Own Miroku-san and Sango-san?
.......... -.- I don't and I wish I did.
Additional Disclaimer: I don't own author Valerie Frankel's book "The Girlfriend Curse", from which this story I've made a parody of(somewhat). So nobody sue me, or accuse me of plagiarism if you've read the book. I'm just altering some stuff, but the storyline remains indifferent all the same.
X) Oh yeah. The names of the characters, locations and events are plain fictitious.
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Sango's head still hurt, so she decided to go in search of Tylenol or Advil before meeting up with Kuranosuke. Nothing in the bathroom upstairs. Nothing in the common bathroom on the first floor. She'd go foraging in Sara's room, but they weren't that friendly just yet. Sango would try the kitchen. She crept silently, knowing that Miroku and Shima's bedroom was somewhere nearby. Her ears on high alert, she stole into the kitchen and began opening cabinet doors. She found nothing. But she heard the soft murmur of voices coming from a closed door by the refrigerator.
Do I see myself as someone who eavesdrops on other people's private conversations? Strongly disagree.
And then she moved closer to the door, as if pulled by a mysterious force. Not so mysteriously, really. It was curiosity. What did Miroku and Shima have to say to each other in the dark of night when they should have fallen asleep hours ago, or risk their tender health to REM deprivation?
Ear pressed against their bedroom door, Sango listened as hard as she could.
"She's going to be a problem." Shima was speaking. "I was wrong to accept her on such short notice."
"She's fine." came Miroku's voice. "A bit defensive, but that's not surprising."
"You don't have to deal with her."
"We can't kick her out." he told her. "She already paid. And we need the money."
Sango inhaled sharply. So Shima thought she was an insurgent.
How flattering. she thought to herself, and smiled wickedly as she leaned closer into the door to spy.
"She and Kuranosuke are already acting out." Miroku said.
"It's amazing how easily they get into it. Every session, same thing."
Sango had surmised as much. Inward Bound was a romantic biosphere: The programmees would inevitably fall into their bad patterns with each other. And, in the process, their issues would be splayed naked on the table, prepped for dissection. It was just like standard group therapy. Rin was a huge fan of circle shrinking, and she'd tell Sango stories about accusing the young men in the group of callousness--regardless of their own behavior--thereby making these unsuspecting guys the stand-ins for her shitty boyfriends.
Naturally, Sango didn't want to think of Kuranosuke as the clay she'd use to sculpt the model of her neurosis. She also didn't like being singled out by Shima.
Do I see myself as someone who is intentionally disruptive? Disagree somewhat.
"Ready for bed?" it was Miroku who spoke.
"I'm going to get a glass of water."
Sango's heart nearly stopped. Was Shima coming into the kitchen?
Miroku saved her. "I have water right here. Take off your clothes and get in bed."
"I have to shower." came Shima's reply.
"You showered before dinner."
"I'm too tired to have sex with you for hours tonight."
"We can do it for just one hour." he said.
"Why do you need so much sex!" Shima finally made an angry outburst. "It's been over a year already. I can't do it every night! The hour-long makeout session, the protracted back rub, your insistence on performing oral sex on me, all the hugging and whispering and excruciating eye contact during intercourse? And your penis is too big! It's not normal!"
"I do put a lot of pressure on you."
"You do."
"After tonight, I won't do it again." he said.
"Will you...stop it. Stop touching me!"
A creak sound, someone getting out of bed. Sango flung herself into the cranny between the fridge and the wall. The bedroom door slammed open, hiding her even better. Shima, in a dowdy cotton nightshirt, burst out of the room, kicking the door closed behind her before dashing across the kitchen and into another room, closing that door and locking it. Luckily, she hadn't noticed Sango. Seeing an opportunity to escape, Sango peeled herself out of her cranny, and crept toward the living room.
Sango made three steps before Miroku opened his bedroom door. The light from his room shining a spotlight of yellow on the kitchen, Sango stood, on tiptoes, right in its center.
She smiled nervously. "I didn't hear a thing."
Miroku was naked except for blue flannel boxer shorts. The light was behind him, so Sango couldn't see his face. She'd hazard to guess that his expression wasn't the same sagacious calm he'd shown at dinner.
"Those who can't do teach." he spoke in a low voice.
"I didn't hear a thing." repeated Sango, eyeing his build before realizing what she was doing and broke it. "But if I had, I'd say that you're doing just fine."
An hour of making out, a back rub, oral sex, a slow screw with a big cock, eye-locking and dirty talk? Shima was turning that down?
Just the thought of it gave Sango a crotch-twitching reminder of what was waiting for her on the porch.
"I'll be going now." she said quietly.
"Early run tomorrow." Miroku reminded her.
"I'm not a big conversationalist when I jog." she warned.
"Me neither. Good night."
"Good night." she said, and walked back into the living room. The porch door was the first on the left. She opened it, and stepped outside.
At the threshold, she caught a big waft of smoke. Sweet, distinct and earthy. She turned toward the source, and found dear Kura-kun, handsome Kura-kun of the crunched abs, sittting in a rocking chair, smoking a joint. Sango beamed and sat in the rocker next to him. Wordlessly, he passed her the pot, and she inhaled deeply, deep enough to forget Miroku and Shima, the program, everything except the moon on the water, crickets chirping, the smell of pot smoke and the dewy country summer night air.
"You're late." he said to her.
"I hope you were planning to save some of this for me."
"Plenty more where that came from."
A tiny bell rang in Sango's head, a ding of warning. But only for a second.
"We climbed a mountain today." she told him.
"We played touch football."
"How did Kojiro-kun do?"
Kuranosuke shrugged. "Surprisingly fast on his feet. He made some grabs."
"What's the relationship lesson of touch football?" she asked. "We got six miles' worth of metaphor. Love is an uphill climb, but once you know yourself and like yourself just as you are, it's all downhill from there."
"Shima said that?" he asked.
"I extrapolate."
"Miroku wasn't explicit. I think--and I admit that my thinking may be temporarily impaired--the touch football game was to show us our competitive natures. That pursuing women is like a game to play and win."
"That's not your problem, though." Sango said to him. "Karo-kun maybe."
"Who knows with that guy." sighed Kuranosuke. "He's too aggressive. He actually knocked me down, tackled me like a fucking quarterback." he paused to smoke. "Tell me about Sara-chan and Keiko-chan."
Sango shrugged. "I like them both. Keiko-chan more than Sara-chan, but it's early yet, so I reserve judgment."
"Sit on my lap." he offered.
Kouga, her most recent ex, had said the same thing to her the night they met at a Village dive. She'd been sitting at the bar, Rin on her left, sipping a Bailey's. He'd been on her right, and they started talking. Three or four Bailey's later, Sango was in a back booth, sitting on his lap, exploring his dental work with her tongue. In the months that followed, they spent scores of nights making out in public places. That had been his particular predilection, and it had been exciting for Sango too. She smiled at Kuranosuke as he patted his thigh.
"Your lap doesn't look very comfortable." she said. "There's a big bump in the middle."
"Pay no mind. Come here."
He took her by the wrist, and pulled her over. She sat down on his legs, hers dangling over the side of the rocker, and leaned against his chest.
"All my relationships start this way." she said.
"Isn't that how it should be?" he stroked the side of her breast.
"They move quickly."
"First-date fast?"
"Second." and she sighed.
"Me too." he said. "Is that how it's going to be with us?"
Sango nodded. "So we both have a tendency to rush into things."
Kuranosuke kissed her ear. "Yet another thing we have in common."
"And then we try to mold what we've got into something we want."
He stopped kissing her to think for a second. "I see what you mean. By kissing you, and touching you like this, or like this, we're just repeating what we've done wrong in the past."
"Right." she said, her breath shortening. "We're letting history repeat itself. Letting attraction take over."
"Attraction is hard to resist." he placed her hand on the bump of his jeans. "Harder by the second."
Sango was panting now. "It might be useful to draw upon new experiences, for learning purposes. Since I haven't had any experience in months. Many months."
Kuranosuke licked her neck. "My old mistakes seem like a million years ago. In fact, I can't remember any of them. I'm having trouble remembering even my own name."
Sango turned towards him for a smashing kiss, arms around his neck, squirming on his lap, getting the excitement, the rush, remembering why she was always chasing after men.
He pulled back suddenly to ask her a question. "Why did you come here? To Inward Bound?"
"My house has mice." she said it simply, as if it was truly all that was on her mind. "I had nowhere else to go."
"You came for me." he smiled knowingly. "Admit it."
She nodded, too drugged by pot and kissing to deny the truth.
"I came for you."
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I need a love that could give me
the kind of love that will last always
I need somebody uplifting
to take me away
I want a lover who knows me
who understands how I feel inside
Someone to comfort and hold me
through the long lonely nights
till the dawn
Why you don’t take me away
Dreamlover come rescue me
take me up take me down
take me anywhere you want to baby now
I need you so desperately
Won’t you please come around
‘cause I wanna share forever with you baby
I don’t want another pretender
to disillusion me one more time
whispering words of forever
playing with my mind
I need someone to hold on to
the kind of love that won’t fly away
I just want someone to belong to
everyday
of my life
always
So come and take me away
Dreamlover come rescue me
take me up take me down
take me anywhere you want to baby now
I need you so desperately
Won’t you please come around
‘cause I wanna share forever with you baby
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A/N: XD Okay! Guess who's back from the bathroom!
(pops Mentos in her mouth before continuing)
I hope that didn't irk you as much as I was! Please don't abandon me! I swear it'll get better(in a bad way)!
;D I thank my bosom buddy nezumimomo for speaking up for me, while I was in of dispose! R&R, peeps!