Happy Bath Ending

A/N: Hello again, all. Um...I could explain why I've been gone, but no one cares. Have a good weekend.




Sango stared at the floor, eyes averted in submission. Naraku was angry with her, and she couldn’t blame him. Her lack of focus had brought her no closer to Inuyasha, or the powerful being brewing inside of him. She had come to Naraku on that morning after, naked and trembling as she had discarded the silk kimono she wore the night Miroku left her in a stupor. She could sense where he was, and after letting him rape her several times, convinced him that she was no longer aligned with Inuyasha or Kagome, and that she wanted revenge on all her former friends. She even took a knife to Kilala’s throat, killing her pet and companion in her sleep; probably the most humane thing Naraku ever allowed any of his minions. She also paid no attention to Kohaku, who tried numerous times to talk to her. She always deflected his questions, and sometimes would just walk away as he was talking.

Kagura smirked at the slayer, who had a quiet and stealthy aura about her. She had been mildly surprised to find the nude and confused girl practically at their doorstep, her tear streaked face gritty from dirt and soot from the hut floor. Naraku welcomed her in warmly before assuming dominance over her body, and not once did the girl even peep. Kagura knew that if the slayer once had a soul and rational thought, then now it was all gone. A small pang of guilt resounded in her, as she was technically the last person she talked to before joining them, and she knew her words about the monk were hurtful at best. There was no sense in the girl wasting her precious time though. If she had to let go of her obsession with Sesshoumaru, why not take some innocent love casualties with her?

“Sango. Why have you not talked to Kagome yet?” Naraku’s words were soft and almost gentle, which altogether made him even more menacing and sinister.

“She will not see me. She is angry that I left the kitsune behind. She cannot understand my rationality. Or lack thereof,” Sango said, giggling maniacally at the latter statement. Naraku glared at her and waved his hand.

“Useless, you are. No wonder that houshi left you. Your status as a commodity is fast fleeting. If you can’t convince Kagome to bring me the child after it is born, you and your brother are dead.” Naraku flipped his hair and turned to the window, signaling that Sango should leave. She sat there for a moment and then rose slowly from her knees and slouched out of the room. Kagura pounced as soon as she left.

“Naraku, why do you keep her? As you said, she is useless and I don’t think-”

“If I wanted your opinion, Kagura, I’d choke it out of your neck.” Naraku’s tone was no longer docile, but harsh and loud, making Kagura jump.

“Yes, Naraku, but-” In a flash, his hands were around the clay doll of her, squeezing the midsection. Kagura coughed and wrapped her arms around herself, falling to her knees hard. Blood trickled from her mouth, and it felt like fire was inside of her, cracking all her ribs. Naraku stopped pressing the doll and set it down gently near the others, and gave her a look of fascination and adoration, sort of how a doting parent would look at a newborn.

“Naughty children that don’t listen to their fathers are often punished. Do you understand?” He cooed, leaning close to her face. Kagura couldn’t even speak, and could only cough up a pool of blood as a reply. Naraku nodded and stepped over her, closing the door and leaving her on the floor.

“I hate you.” Kagura managed to gurgle the words before she lost conscious. Naraku sighed against the other side of the door, hearing his creations words. No matter what, no parent wants to be hated. He walked down the corridor, plotting how he can get the precious baby away from his enemies for his own ill conceived plans.
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Chisato eyed the bouncing, happy little ningen at the breakfast table. She was a bit of a chatterbox, telling the houshi he ate too much, that Inuyasha ’baby belly’ was getting big, and that Sesshoumaru’s face looked fatter than usual. She also noted the healthy pink color in Inuyasha’s cheeks and the sleepy look on Sesshoumaru’s face that told her he had been up for most of the night doing ‘something’. She smiled at her family, but frowned when she found the girl staring at her. She turned and gave the girl an icy look, and was taken aback when the girl returned the gaze in the same manner!

“Are you my Okaasan?” the child asked, glaring devilish eyes on her.

Chisato smirked. “Maybe. Why?”

Rin would not accept a half answer. “I know you are. You are the mother of my Sesshoumaru-sama, so that makes you my Oka Oka!” She flew into Chisato’s lap, burying herself in the warm folds of the luxurious black and gray silk kimono. Chisato had thrown her hands up in surprise when Rin launched herself at her, but then slowly lowered them to stroke the girl’s shiny black hair. She smiled upon hearing Rin sigh in content and even allowed the girl to play with some of her long strands of white hair.

“She and Rin look comfortable,” Sesshoumaru quietly observed to Inuyasha, who had paused scratching at his stomach in a frenzied manner. The hanyou opened his mouth to comment, but was hushed by a sharp scream and the thud of Rin falling to the floor.

“Oka Oka! You dropped me!!” Rin wailed, struggling to regain her footing. Chisato had quickly gotten up and broke off a piece of bamboo from a nearby plant and sat back down, wrapping a piece of linen around it. She narrowed her eyes at Rin, who was now angry and on the verge of tears. She had scurried over to Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha, eyes on Chisato’s every movement, lest she attack again.

“Come here.” Chisato’s voice was harsh, and Sesshoumaru was about to interject, but saw that Rin went to her, without use of a bribe, and allowed her to clean her ears out with the linen cloth.

“Disgusting! Whoever bathes you does not keep after you properly! Look at the dirt in your ear! We could harvest all kinds of vegetables in there!” Chisato wet the tip of the linen with her tongue and pushed the stick in Rin’s ear, pulling out an unsightly gob of brown. “Look at this! It looks like the enemy!”

Rin looked confused. “What enemy?“

Inuyasha had stopped scratching and laughed when Rin looked at the stick and then touched her own ear, as if she couldn’t believe such material had come from her. Miroku, who had been making kissy faces at Suzuka had even laughed at the comment, but kept his own ears in mind as he didn’t want Chisato jacking him up to scoop wax from his ears.

“Now, if I am to be your Oka Oka, you must make sure you clean behind and in your ears, on your neck, under your arms, and between your legs. Oka Oka does not like dirty people. Ningen smell anyway, but you can choose to smell good. Okay?” Chisato smiled gently at Rin, who’s eyes were big and watery, but calmed down when she realized she would not be thrown to the wolves. She nodded slowly and wrapped her arms around Chisato, who patted and rocked her, and encouraged her to finish her breakfast. Inuyasha was happy that he had witnessed the sensitive, maternal side of Chisato. Any worries he had about her being near their child were diminished, and he squeezed Sesshoumaru’s hand lovingly. Sesshoumaru watched them with a small smile, squeezing Inuyasha’s hand back.

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Kohaku eyed his sister warily. Sango was very quiet, somehow even quieter than Kanna, who rarely spoke. He sighed and scratched at his ponytail, watching the tall grass blow around her legs. There was a remote hill close to Naraku’s castle where he used to stand and just look out at the world, and ever since Sango joined them, she claimed the location as her own. He would look at her from a safe distance, knowing not to come to close. She had gotten painfully thin, and looked like the wind was going to carry her off at any moment.

“Sango? Sango?” Kohaku’s voice floated over to her, but he would have never known. She did not acknowledge that she heard him, and instead remained looking over the hill, her long hair flowing about her shoulders. Kohaku took a few steps toward her, but was stilled by a hand on his shoulder.

“Leave her alone, little one. Can’t you see she is troubled? Let her be, she isn’t your sister anymore.” The words coming from Kagura’s throat sounded garbled and grating, and Kohaku turned and saw dried blood on both her haori and the corner of her mouth. She patted him on the back and made him turn around to help her stumble back to the castle, one arm wrapped around him and the other wrapped around her bruised torso. Kohaku cast one last look at Sango’s forlorn form and shook his head as he eased Kagura back into the castle.

“Kohaku…” Sango whispered, a tear falling from her face. She opened her mouth and silently screamed, anguish and pain filling her body bitterly. Naraku appeared before her and stared at the mouth opened so wide that the edges were cracking.

“I will heal your pain and help you exact the revenge. Just bring the baby. Wait until it is time, and deliver the child to me. Your peace will come with the death of that child. You won’t let me down, will you?” He lovingly removed a section of hair that had blown into Sango’s mouth while the wind blew and planted a sensual kiss on her lips. Naraku frowned and gagged at the stale taste of Sango’s mouth. He pulled back and wiped her tear streaked face and gathered the bony woman in his arms and followed Kohaku and Kagura back inside. If Sango was to infiltrate Sesshoumaru’s castle, she would have to be presentable, and current state would not do. He found himself thinking of new plans, and humming to himself as he did so. Sango cast watery, disoriented eyes at him. She didn’t understand what he said. The baby had already died, so why wasn’t she happy?
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“So what do you think of Master Inuyasha?” Suzuka was in the kitchen doing menial tasks and Miroku was sitting at a small table, watching her. Suzuka could never be swayed to forgo her chores for a garden romp with Miroku, as Sesshoumaru clearly stated that as long as her chores were done that they could be together. Suzuka obviously knew her lord better than the houshi, and his skills of coercion were lacking anyway. Most of the time he would sit in the kitchen and talk with her or be somewhere close by hovering. It was great time for them to bond and really get to know each other. It was comforting to know that what they had was more than just physical attraction.

Miroku shrugged as put his chin in his hand in a bored manner. “He is getting bigger. He looks doughy.”

“Doughy?”

“Yeah, like those pastries you made at breakfast. Can you make me more?” Miroku batted his eyes and tried to look hungry.

“No.” The reply was short and annoyed.

“Mmm…please?” He had come up behind her and kissed her neck lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist. He managed to maneuver his hands so he was cupping her ample breasts, kneading them slowly while he nibbled behind her ear.

“Miroku,” She whispered, putting one of her hands over his. She rubbed her ass against him, feeling his erection between their robes. He gently pinched one of her hardening nipples, working his hand inside her haori. He kissed her briefly while moving aside the apple slices she was cutting and turned her around and lifted her onto the counter. He worked her hakama down her legs, and kissed her smooth thighs. He looked up at Suzuka with a warm smile, making her blush.

“When will Sakura be coming from town?” His voice was thick with desire, and his eyes had a mischievous look.

“Um. Not soon.” Suzuka was already moist, and was grinding against the countertop, ready for whatever Miroku wanted to do.

Miroku’s eyes darkened and he looked between Suzuka’s legs. “Well, if you won’t make me the pastry, will you give me something else sweet to eat?” He slid his fingers up a silk thigh and knew by the Suzuka’s moans that he would find no resistance. He found heated wetness and leaned forward, opening his mouth. The first drop of honey caught his tongue, and Suzuka leaned her head back and closed her eyes, digging her fingers through Miroku’s thick hair. She played with her own breasts as Miroku nibbled her, rubbing her swollen nipples feverishly. He licked her slowly, enjoying the feel of her legs periodically shaking next to his head, and he teased her mercilessly, drawing away from the pulsing clit when he felt her about to orgasm.

“Well, well, well. Do my sons know that these are the same hands that prepare our food?” Chisato’s voice made Suzuka’s eyes snap open and she struggled to close her haori and her legs, nearly trapping and suffocating Miroku.

“Lady Chisato-sama! A thousand apologies!” Suzuka cried out, hopping from the countertop and bowing in submission. Chisato frowned and shook her head.

“Stand up, girl. Your breasts sag horribly. My Inuyasha has told me that the Houshi has the libido of a teahouse whore. It’s good you are a man, it gives you an excuse to tie your obi in the front.” Miroku colored at the scathing remark and cleared his throat to speak.

“Shut up,” Chisato snarled as Miroku opened his mouth. “I won’t tell Sesshoumaru of this…this…traipse. Just be glad I didn’t send Rin in here.” Chisato turned to leave, and Miroku had a thought.

“Lady Chisato-sama, a moment before you leave. What did you mean by ‘traipse’?”

Chisato laughed. “Are you serious? When you traipse, it means you wonder about aimlessly without reaching the goal.”

Miroku smiled. “Oh, well then that surely isn’t what I was doing. You see, I am quite capable.”

Chisato smiled widely. “Are you? Ask her if you reached the goal. Then you’ll see if you were traipsing or not.” She chortled and turned on her heel, Miroku turning bright red after thinking about it. He looked at Suzuka, who gave him a sheepish look and shrugged. Chisato did have a very sharp sense of smell. He sighed and shook his head, Suzuka's laughs not helping the situation.
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Sango sat at her mirror, brushing her hair. After being soothed by Naraku, she retreated to her suite and sat at the vanity, brushing her hair. She could tell something about her was different, but she couldn’t place what it was. She had periods of lucidity when she wondered why she was at Naraku’s castle, but then things would get foggy again and she couldn’t recall what she did or said during those times. It made her feel very strange, but she was aware that Kagura and Kohaku were both watching her like a hawk.

Kohaku. The thought of him made her pause in brushing her hair. He had tried many times to talk to her since she came to the palace, but she would always walk away, not knowing the words to say to him. His huge brown eyes, staring up at her, wanting her to do something…but never him saying what. Sango angrily threw the brush aside and sat at the vanity, staring at herself. She looked thin and wan, and she had bruises from where Naraku had raped her numerous times. She made herself sick. No wonder Miroku didn’t want her.

And Miroku. The thoughts of him were acidic. She remembered watching him walk away from her, powerless to stop him. He had stopped wanting her after she lost the baby. She understood he felt like his second chance ‘in the event of’ was lost, but he didn’t give her a chance to grieve. As if the baby was created for his purposes only. She didn’t put the kazaana in his hand! Why did she have to suffer? She stood and stared at herself in the mirror before putting her fist through it, splitting her knuckles open and causing blood to run over the broken shards. She smiled at the macabre bloodstained reflection, narrowing her eyes. Naraku promised he would make them all hurt. All she needed to do was get the child. She smiled menacingly, stretching her lips over her teeth so tightly that they ripped and bled also. She started to laugh, falling on the floor, writhing. She lay there until the next day, covered in her blood and urine, so disoriented that both Kagura and Kanna had to help her to the bath.


A/N: Uh oh.