Poison

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Unemotional Breakthrough


“Hey there everybody! How are you all doing tonight?!” Miroku enthusiastically announced at the center of the large stage in the back of the Sakura War, awaiting the vivid response he expected tonight.

In just a tight black t-shirt and regular blue jeans, he wasn’t really prepared to be the host, but Sesshomaru had last minute preparations, so he was stuck with it. But what better way to see his hanyou friend lose from where he could get a full view of both Sango and Inuyasha’!

‘Oh I dressed her up REAL nice my Lord… once she’s out, I win.'

The predictable cheers and applause were livelier than ever, it was a full house tonight and he could only guess at why… thanks to Lord Sesshomaru…

…flashback…

“My lord, I have come here on behalf of our business… is Inuyasha here?” Miroku asked while bowing slightly at the silver haired demon before him, who was currently seated behind a large desk tapping a red button on the side.

“Press that button again dammit, and ill slice you head right of-… Yo! Miroku, what the hell’re you doing here?” burst a doggy eared demon in a gruff voice, noticeably surprised by his friend's presence.

“Inuyasha! Now that you’re here we can discuss our business.” Miroku sighed graciously, as he was motioned to sit in the comfy chairs off to the side of the taiyoukai’s desk. Inuyasha merely stood next to his half brother, crossing his arms impatiently.

“Well, what is it Houshi?” the lord asked in his deep voice, sitting back in his chair as he tapped the table with his slender demon nails.

“We have a new glass exhibition… what arrangements would you like me to prepare for her… debut?” Miroku asked combing his fingers through his bangs, waiting for the small outburst that was to come.

“Ha! I bet yours can’t compare to the girl I found!” Inuyasha barked slamming his hand on the cherry wood desk scornfully, earning an annoyed glance from his half brother.

“She is not –mine- now matter how hard I wish… but that’s besides the point Inuyasha!” Miroku retorted saying the name ‘Inuyasha’ in a condescending tone.

“Well, if she can’t compare why let her debut?” the hanyou asked, mocking the man in a childish tone, severely proud of the woman he chose.

“For your information she CAN compare, even surpass Kagome!… because there is something about her…” Miroku started off strongly, then wavering a little as he got caught up in his own fantasy,

“…that makes you feel… tempted…” he finished, as his head began to swirl with thoughts of that beautiful girl that was oblivious to her own enticing charms.

Inuyasha tilted his head to the side in confusion, and then suddenly picked up a whiff of what he would say was… ‘Miroku’s enchantment of that one girl,’ caused by what seemed to be only thoughts of her.

Sesshomaru caught the scent quickly and decided to try and end this little meeting a little earlier, lest the monk show more of his “enchantment of that one girl.”

“What’s her story anyways, why is she so great?” the hanyou asked dumbly, now making the houshi drool a little, thinking of how ‘great’ she really was.

“oh Kami! you slept with her!?” he added as more of a statement than a question, doggy ears twitching with irritation.

The demon lord rolled his eyes in exasperation, knowing fully well that the lecherous man must have at least tried, but to his surprise, [and Inuyasha’s too,] he replied with the least expected answer ever! In the history of hentai monks!

“Heavens no! That is just plain stupid!” Miroku shot back, turning his head to the side as he combed his fingers through his bangs once more, clearly disregarding the sweat drops that formed at his abnormal answer.

“..erm… Even without her curse, I still would surely be killed by that woman, though the prospect of merely touching her would be well worth it… yes… I believe it would…” he interjected before the others could react; now obviously in a daze, characterized by a stupid smile that was now plastered on his face.

“…she can really do that?!” the hanyou questioned, confused now more than ever… ‘Was this girl some sort of fighter?’ He asked himself, as a little bubble of an ugly warrior woman floated into his mind, making his face scrunch in disgust.

“… well I guess her body would make up for the ugly…” Inuyasha mumbled, scratching his chin while staring at the thought bubble. Both Miroku and Sesshomaru stared at him as if he were insane, though now the monk was a little pissed.

“You haven’t even seen her Inuyasha! Grr… Not all women fighters are unattractive!” Miroku blurted out angrily, now understanding the crooked thought process of his hanyou friend.

“…though you are CLEAR exception…” the houshi added silently to Sango’s defense, crossing his arms in defiance, knowing very well that the half demon could hear.

“What was THAT?!” Inuyasha barked, jumping over the desk to strangle the words out of him, for verification of his last statement.

“ENOUGH!” Sesshomaru stated loudly, golden eyes glimmering with irritation. The two on the floor looked and had finally noticed the aggravated aura surrounding the demon lord. Miroku let go of Inuyasha’s sensitive ear, and he in turn let go of the monk’s neck, which was tinted a pinkish purple from the struggle.

“Damn Inuyasha ill get you for this…” Miroku mumbled as he rubbed his bruised neck.

“Feh! Id like to see you try!” the hanyou retorted, ready for anything the stupid human would dare to try.

“Fine, I bet you Sango is more beautiful than you think! tch with your feeble mind and ugly pants…” Miroku challenged, adding the last part after he gave the hanyou a good head to toe.

“It’s on! What do you wanna bet?” Inuyasha agreed, shaking the hand of his new adversary.

“I’ll tell you when I win! Baka…” the houshi replied, crossing his arms boldly.

“feh! We’ll see!… …anyways I gotta get going… I need to deal with these stupid patrol guys… hah! Like we cant deal with demons running loose when the party’s over… punks… just cuz they got authority… …grr …my pants are fine!” Inuyasha finally said, walking out the door mumbling his own little thoughts. Miroku smirked, ‘so that comment DID really get to him.’

“Back to business Houshi…” Sesshomaru stated firmly, sporting a throbbing vein on his temple, officially breaking Miroku out of his reverie.

“Hai… what preparations do you plan on making for her debut?” Miroku asked seriously, now finally able to be a ‘grown up.’

“Before I tell you that, what makes her so interesting to you, is it that curse?” The taiyoukai asked, clearly interested in what the man had to say. Miroku then explained how he had happened upon the girl and her father, and what she told him about her poison.

Listening intently, the demon lord nodded in understanding at what had apparently happened to give the girl a curse.

Surprised at the new information, Sesshomaru stood up then looked outside the large window directly behind him.

“So that’s why she intrigues you so, because she is untouchable… though if you were to ever try you would immediately die… and your telling me she is also a youkai slayer?” he asked, smirk playing upon his handsome features.

“hai, everything I said is true.” The houshi answered, not noticing the mischievous glint in the co-owners’ eyes.

With an air of finality Sesshomaru dismissed Miroku with his directions…

“I’ll personally advertise for this night, and make sure every upper-class demon knows of this event… just make sure she wears something that will swiftly allow my brother the realization of defeat…”

...end of flashback...

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Sango blushed in the dark, glad nobody could see her struggle at the moment. After putting on her scandalous clothes, it just got more scandalous. When Kagome had come in earlier to discuss what was going to happen, the girl had immediately pointed out a mistake in her clothing. Her strapless top was supposed to be folded over as reinforcement and support for her nearly exposed bust.

Kagome sighed, ‘Was it worth showing more skin?... it’d better! It was bad enough as it was… the lacy material, the random arm jewelry and her bound ankles! In shackles for Kami’s sake! What the hell is Miroku thinking!... I didn’t even have such an elaborate costume!’ Kagome thought angrily as she walked over to dress up for bartending duties. The feudal princess thing was way too elaborate a dress to wear on Sango’s debut, and knowing fully well that she was the only other girl, NOT in a glass exhibition, she would get unwanted attention. Sighing to herself as she put on her black skirt and white collard shirt, she silently prayed that at least her words of comfort for the poor girl helped.


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Making sure her bracelets and arm jewelry didn’t catch on the lace, Sango folded it over precisely as Kagome had instructed. Kagome had seen her friend’s resolve weaken, and so tried to comfort the girl by telling her how great it was to be a glass exhibition. The girl also said something very important, that Sango would not forget, something that would now drive her to her limits, and possibly, succeed. Mentally the taijiya repeated what her friend had said, just to hype herself up, and at least have her one glimmer of hope.

“This may be the only way for you to get your life back.”

In the studio lit room Sango sat down on her decorated lounge chair and fingered her katana as a weak comfort, looking over her revealing top, and long split skirt. Her eyes trailed to the floor, incidentally she happened to gaze 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, and finally, turning away from that memory, she stared out to the crowd that began to appear from all sides of her. Until her curse was lifted, she reluctantly decided that it was best for her, NOT remembering her family; she needed strength that her nagging emotions would suppressed.

‘Feelings are weakness… carry this burden alone… nobody else is strong enough’ she silently told herself, now keeping a stoic mask across her fair features.

The youkai all turned to the elaborate entrance of what presently seemed to be the new beautiful display, as said throughout the majority of makai. Each demon now stared in anticipation for what was rumored to be the most the alluring young woman….

“Presenting, our newest glass exhibition…”

The taijiya was overwhelmed with the demonic presence given off by all of the youkai surrounding her. Though something did not sit right with her… she recognized one particular feeling, a demon’s specific ki, which felt horribly familiar.

Scanning the audience nonchalantly she began to trace the aura to its source until she could find what was bugging her.

Sango now realized how many youkai were actually watching her, and absentmindedly she touched the cursed kanji as a self conscious gesture, but her stoic mask gave way to anger, as soon as her eyes fell upon the origin of her sickly nostalgia.

Finally rising to about five feet above the ground, at stage level, the girl was in full view of the appreciative crowd

“…you…” she stated in a voice thick with her venomous hatred, just as the rising had stopped.

Glaring at the subject of her murderous dreams, she quickly stood up, minding the silver shackles at her ankles, caring for nothing else but swift revenge.

Demons watched in awe as her aura flared, and her crimson eyes glisten in anger…

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“Hey guys, see any demons running into ningenkai yet?” asked an irritated Inuyasha, who was now growling at their lack of attention. He had been hosting them for a while now and they have yet to show him any respect or gratitude.

‘What the hell’s up with this fox demon and kid!... damn ‘good’ patrols they are! Tch! I could be helping out Kagome er sumthing… Kami what I do for money…’

“… Hey guys! See any demons running off into ningenkai?!” the hanyou repeated, before he was distracted by a flaring aura.

“Youko, did you feel that?” asked a young man with slicked back hair, turning in surprise at the sudden flare of a fiery ki.

“Yes, it seems to be coming from that glass cell…” the silver-haired youkai replied, folding his arms over the white toga-like apparel he wore, raising a delicately arched eyebrow at the rising glass, an obvious ‘twinkle’ in his foxy golden eyes (hahhaha after reading originalsinner’s fic I got this whole eyebrow thing on my mind) The kitsune ears on top of his head twitched in anticipation, waiting for the source of the energy to finally be revealed, though according the rumors around their table and everywhere else in the large hall, it was a new ‘glass exhibition’. Slightly tilting his head to the side playfully, the fox demon was anxiously waiting until the platform was fully raised. He loved the prolonged part of the inevitable, and just waiting for the figure, was (to him) exciting.

“Yusuke, do you think that’s who we’re looking for?” Youko asked, just as the idea hit him, that this person could be the one they were currently searching for.

Cracking all of his knuckles the boy stood up with a wide grin, pulling his green sleeves up and adjusting his belt over his blue jeans.

“We gotta get em first!” Yusuke laughed again, as he made his way through the crowd towards the ascending glass, Youko following not too far behind.

“Damn… what kind of girl did Miroku pick anyways?” Inuyasha sighed tapping his fingers on the table impatiently.

“Presenting our newest glass exhibition…”

“S-Sango?” Miroku continued/ announced, apparently surprised at what the slayer was doing.

Once she had reached stage level in her glass container, her aura raged dangerously, he had never felt nor known such an aura to be radiating off what seemed to be a kind gentle girl.

The youkai all cheered and shook the hands of the co owner praising him for a job well dressed. But what came next was first-most unexpected event in the history of the Sakura War.

Promptly standing up in severe animosity, wavy tresses swaying from the sudden movement, Sango gracefully picked up her Katana and pulled the sheath off in lightning speed, making a quick blue lighted slash before bending down to retrieve her long unused hiraikotsu. Holding it, she let it stand on its own as she backed up a little, elegantly turn in full circle, and deliver a powerful kick that shot the hiraikotsu straight through the 3 inch glass, through a diamond shaped cut. The thick piece of glass fell to the floor, shattering into a myriad of pieces. The rest of what was left of the glass exhibition slid apart from numerous lacerations, obviously made by the slayer herself, in the pervious sword show.

After the destruction of the exhibition, the hall was overwhelmed with the scent of roses, which seemed to be wafting off of the girl before them.
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Miroku was in shock… he knew very well how strong this girl was, but it stunned him that she so easily broke through that three inch wall of glass... he so won. Smiling, he bounded off towards Inuyasha, already knowing what his hanyou friend’s debt would be.

Inuyasha was confused as well. ‘0where the heck did he find this girl!?’ he inwardly asked in bewilderment, ears twitching in fear of the girl who had the glare of death. Kagome took this chance to walk over to Inuyasha, rarely did she ever see him at the Sakura war to watch, which kinda made her angry that he never came to appreciate her.

“What the hell are you looking at?!” Kagome asked furiously at the enthrallment Inuyasha was in at the moment. Though Inuyasha only had eyes for Kagome, he just wanted to see what type of moves the new girl had, yeah she was pretty, but what amazed him more were her techniques, and the weird scent of roses.

“You have to clean this up later, Kay? Inuyashhha” Miroku grinned evilly when he finally caught up to the silver haired hanyou.
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The youkai all stepped back at what seemed to be the rage of the entrancing new beauty, capturing the attention of everyone in the whole vicinity, all intently watching at what her next move would be, and what it all meant.
At first glance, each thought the girl seemed fragile, shy and to say the least, weak, because she was only a small woman. But their resolve at her first impression was challenged by her obvious grace at swordsmanship and the evident ferocity glowing in her crimson eyes.

Yusuke watched in approval. At first, he and Kurama were not up to the idea of patrolling a breached portion of makai’s barrier, but he merely laughed, glad he didn’t get to miss this. Overall he found this show to be incredibly entertaining, he was somewhat impressed! Never in his life had he seen a woman… so capable! He silently laughed to himself,

“This is some type of show!” he got out, as he tried to take a better look at the woman who was now picking up her large boomerang.

“What the hell!? She CAN’T be who we’re looking for… She’s only a girl!” the boy yelled in realization, blushing slightly at her revealing clothes, and how cute she seemed, despite the rage.

“So it would seem… she shows no signs of spiritual energy… …but shows many other redeeming aspects…” Youko replied, now entirely mesmerized by the exquisite splendor of the girl who seemed to be ready for an attack, his stomach flipping at the sight of her panting in anger. He grinned at the sight of her, taking in the sweet aroma of roses, in confusion.

Disregarding his uncertainty at the scent, he moved on to look her over again with his fox like curiosity.

‘She must be delicious…’ Youko decided, licking his lips as if in preparation for taste testing.

Letting her fury simmer with every glance at that despicable scorpion demon, whom she had recognized with the vines laced around his body and blood red coloring, she began to spin her hiraikotsu rapidly, anger and frustration fueling her to speed up. At this moment in time she didn’t care where she was, or who got in the way….

Leaping high into the air, garments flowing with her movement, broken shackles clinking midair, she released her deadly boomerang at the demon who had cursed her.

…She would have her revenge…

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