Poison

DISCLAIMER: I do not own YYH or IY!

Authors note: Don’t worry she won’t be with Miroku!

Special thanx: Chigrl! Yaay my first reviewer! I love your story! When I read it I fell in LOVE… you need to update too! [ oh yah! Thanx for reminding me bout the dress! Cuz I was supposed to detail that more when I was done with the chapter’s story line.. haha but its much better.. I kind of edited the last part too so it makes her look better! Hahha but yay! Thanx for being my reviewer! GOOOD job on your last chapter you’re REALLY good cliffhanger though and I hate you for it! ; P haha jk but kept it up and UPDATE!

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Chapter 2: the Sakura War

She was so lonely… it had been at least a month since she last saw her family… at 18 she still could not share her days with her beloved family.

“I'm sorry my dearest daughter, but the curse… we cannot risk it.” he would say as he walked off teary eyed, leaving her in the care of his friend.

Through that whole ordeal she accepted blankly. It was a shock that she didn’t yet understand, as she watched him leave with glazed eyes. Her whole heart was numb. She could no longer see her dear brother, or her family, or her friends in the slayer village… that is until she found a cure. But she knew deep down that hope for that time wasn’t even an option.


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...flashback...
Following her fathers friend, she walked down an unfamiliar street into many dark alleyways until they came across a door. Once they reached that spot it hit her that she had no clue as to how she was going to live her life.

She was being led by a handsome man, a little older than her it seemed, with calm violet eyes and short hair in a ponytail, though she still didn’t know him.

“Don’t worry Sango.” The man calmly said as he led her in, noting the strong scent of roses that floated off of her.

The inside was a large hall with many different weapons on each wall. At the four walls were bars and seats. At the far wall was a stage and in the center was a large fighting arena. But what caught the attention of the cursed slayer were the three glass containers placed in front of the stage, and IN the middle glass-room was pretty girl about her age.

“Welcome to the Sakura War” (name of shop) the man said as he bowed a fair distance from Sango.

“I am Miroku, the co owner of this establishment” he said as he bowed again. Sango merely nodded and noted his distance and cried out in her heart at how life would be like… now that she cannot touch living beings. He smiled and began the explanation.

“This is where you will be staying… for the time being, that is, until we find the cure. Your father thought it would be better off this way, since now, your contact with others will merely be limited to demons and humans who know of this place.” He stated clearly as he walked in further to push a chair in.

“The Sakura War is a bar/ shop type place where demons collaborate to either fight, buy weapons, or drink! And of course you’re asking ‘how do demons get here anyway?’ well ill tell you… we are on the border of makai” he added as he gauged her reaction, which was fruitless, because it seemed that she didn’t really care for it. Miroku sweat dropped at the silence until she interrupted his thoughts with an actual question.

“What is that?” she finally said, in an emotionless tone, pointing to the pretty girl in the glass room.

“Oh.. Those are the glass exhibitions, it’s not as bad as you think!” he said hurriedly as he noted the vein popping at her temple.

“Well… beautiful girls… like yourself are placed in protection within the confines of those rooms, and for business purposes they are placed on display.” Miroku sheepishly explained as he awkwardly scratched his head. Sango cocked her head to the side, awaiting more explanation.

“Although the women in the glass rooms are our main attraction, they are on display for informational purposes… too… Because, the world of demons run on word of mouth and we gather information on rumors that float around, ultimately helping the girl find what she needs.”

Sango nodded in affirmation, ‘so it IS a good place to find help’ she though as she stared in awe at the man in front of her. She then clutched her hands in anticipation that she might have to do that same thing, stand on display, much like a doll.

Miroku saw this and turned towards the girl currently in the glass room

“In Kagome’s case…” he sadly said, as he crossed his arms in thought

“Well uhm… she just works here!” he laughed with one hand on his head and the other on his hip. Sango fell to the floor in false expectation, along with a large sweat drop.

“But she works here for a good reason...she is searching for something, though she has yet to tell me” he finally added to clear the Sakura War’s name.

“That’s fine.” Sango answered, now readily committing to something she didn’t know she could commit to.

...end of flashback...


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Sango nodded as she walked into the dimly lit room. Taking off her clothes she changed into a black strapless dress that tightly hugged her curves and flowed to the floor. Putting the lacy material on, she noted the excessively long slits that ran up the side of her skirt, revealing more leg than she had hoped. She then let her hair loose from the confines of its bun and let the ebony waves hit her back.

As a means of explaining the outrageous outfits she had to wear from now on, Miroku only said, business is still business.

Sighing she stepped out of the room, careful not to touch the man before her, she followed silently into the familiar room. He stepped aside as she walked in. Bowing her head she turned, then walked in with empty crimson eyes.

“Sango, everything will be fine” The man said before he closed the door in front of him.

“Hai, Miroku-sama” she replied as she turned away.

Finally separated he let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. That woman was so dangerously close, he would have died. But that wasn’t why he held his breath.

‘Damn! If she weren’t cursed then I would be all over her…’ he though mischievously to himself, as he recalled her calling him with the honorific –sama.

“What’s up with the perverted look Miroku?!” a girl called out to the unknowing man, yanking his small ponytail painfully.

“Kagome! Hey, uhm I didn’t see you there I was just thinking about you!” he lied as he met with her familiar blue eyes. She brushed her long raven hair aside as she ‘hmphed’ him away with a spin of her heel. Quite opposite of Sango’s outfit, Kagome wore a ceremonial kimono, like a feudal princess, which suited her well.

“Tch I wouldn’t think such thoughts of Sango you hentai! You’re her fathers most trusted friend outside of their village, and you’re over here with your perverted smile! Such betrayal!” Kagome mocked as she placed her hands on her hips.

“I did no such thing! It was my generosity has brought her here!” he replied halfheartedly, not wanting to yell at his best friend. Kagome recalled the memory of her arrival, and her features saddened with realization.

The feudal princess turned away and walked to Sango’s room, ready to explain what was going to happen. Miroku noted the change and felt the sorrow of these women.

“well anyways… back to business” he said as he walked over to the stage.

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“Hey, Sango?” Kagome asked lightly as she walked into the dark room.

“hai.” the slayer answered as she looked over to her new friend. Kagome took this response and began to explain what she was supposed to do.

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In the studio lit room Sango sat down on her decorated lounge chair and fingered her katana as a weak comfort. Looking to the floor she gazed upon her hiraikotsu then suddenly remembered her brother and father.

The glass room then began to rise into the light of the outside hall.

Quickly turning away from that memory, she stared out to the crowd that began to appear from all sides of her.

The youkai all turned to unexpected entrance of what now seemed to be the new beautiful glass exhibition. Each now murmuring their own appreciation for the alluring young woman, shaking hands with the owner as a sign of a job well dressed.

Absentmindedly she touched the cursed kanji as a self conscious gesture, but all fears were replaced with anger as she realized what her life would be like form now on.

Demons watched in awe as her aura flared, and her crimson eyes glisten in anger… which attracted more than she expected.

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Bleh just explanation… More will happen next chapter!

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