Having It All

Life Starts Anew

I don't own Inuyasha or YuYu Hakusho.... Never have... Never will!!!!!!!

Sorry bout the wait. For those who care anyways. So many things went wrong with this chapter. My computer froze up. The open office wasn't cooperating with me. I ran out of ideas. Lack of reviews you know. But I would like to thank all who reviewed last chapter. So people are reading and with such a crazy pairing too. I'm grateful for that. I would really like some help with remaining pairings though. Do you guys have any ideas?

Without further interruption..... On with the show!

Sango woke with a start. It's was nothing extraordinary because she usually did. Blood split in the past as well as blood shed yet to come, plagued her dreams and on most nights Sango found herself afraid to rest. Most nights she'd wake up screaming. Slashing violently with her hidden dagger and fighting like the dickens. It was best to use a gentle tone to coax her into reality again. Instantly needing comfort, she rolled over and wrapped herself around the warm body next to her.

When she began to thrash in her sleep the night before, he'd left watch duty to help ease her. He seemed to understand her nightmares better than anyone, and even if tired, he'd spend the better part of the night reassuring her. His presence was so comforting.

He was laying on his back with his arm resting under her head. She snuggled closer to his chest, taking in his fresh scent.

'He always smells so nice' she thought while breathing deeply. With a content sigh, Sango raised to rest on her forearm. Smiling down at her love, she thought back to the day they'd met. It had been two years already. He was her rock, her everything and Sango truly didn't know what she'd do without him. All ways focused on taking care of her, it seemed as if he'd forgotten about his own problems. He was so selfless. She owed him so much.

Sango reached to brush aside the hair that lined his face. Like most woman, she was deeply affected by his beauty. He had the most captivating smile and if those sparkling eyes were to open, they would be filled with mischief and love.

Sango had no doubt in her mind that he loved her. Even though he teased quite often, she could see it when ever his gaze fell to her.

With the same hand, Sango began tracing the handsome features of his face. He was very alluring and twice as charming. Sango wondered how she'd gotten so lucky. She'd gotten a second chance.

Her mind wondered and she began to reminisce on old times. She really needed to go home and visit for a bit. She owed her father that much.

Erasing all negative thoughts, she straddled his hips. His garment was slightly loosened so she was able to deftly slip her hands under the clothing. Caressing his well built chest, she began to arouse herself with naughty thoughts. Thinking of how wonderful it would be to have him inside her at the moment.

Sango blushed as she applied the tiniest bit of pressure with her hips. He was under her, completely at her mercy. It's not as if he'd try to resist anyway. Well maybe just for the sake of role play.

She'd been pretty tense lately, which caused her to be a little edgier than normal. As a result she'd been very short with him on more than one occasion, and Sango felt guilty for it.

'Maybe, I could stand to be a little nicer to him' were lecherous thoughts. She reddened even more when the part of his body she was perched on, came to life just a little bit before he did. She watch as his eyes fluttered open and was given an award winning smile. The way his hair was all tousled and the lazy grin he wore made him look so much younger than usual. Not as serious.

He reached for her, grasping firmly to rounded hips, as he slightly ground himself against her. Gods, how had she ever been able to resist him.

Grin in place, she noted the mischievous glint in his eyes as he spoke. His tone was passion laded yet teasing.

“Good morning, Sango.” Leaning forward to press her lips firmly to his, in a closed mouth, unhurried kiss. She pulled away a bit to look him in the eye, though their noses continued to touch. With a playful, desired fulled voice she returned his greeting.

“Good morning to you as well, Houshi-sama.”


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No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clear his mind. He tried meditating, cold showers, and even turned too self pleasure, but nothing seemed to work. He'd been dreaming of her again. This time it was more suggestive than actual. He could only catch glimpses of creamy flesh, and hear the satisfied moans. She rode him slowly while worrying her plump lower lip. It seemed more of a memory than fantasy, and it proved to more than he could handle. The sweet scent of her arousal still lingered in his nostrils.

“Why do I still torture myself” he muttered, angered that after five hundred years her image still haunted him. Removing a stray crimson lock from his eyes, he did the only thing he knew would help. He'd entertained thoughts of her. Of the demon slayer, Sango and like always, it worked like a charm.

He took his erection in a firm hold. The heat from the shower poured over him, reminding him of her sopping heat. Visions of her god like body mounted upon his, making him stroke his length in slow sensual movements. Kurama licked his lips as he reminded her perfect mounds and how sweet they tasted. Running a thumb over the highly stimulated tip, he gasped loudly. His visage increased her pace and he mimicked her. The smell and sounds of her filled him as his pumping was reckless now.

“Yesss...” He hissed in pleasure, as the human's wails escalated, walls spasming around his shaft. His imitation was magnificent. Release came swiftly. It was almost savage enough to bring him to his knees. Kurama moaned loudly, and eyes clenched as the white hot load erupted from his tip. It was almost painful as his dick continued to thrum and weep.

Leaning his forehead against the cool shower toweling, he swore under his breath. Like most other things, Schiucci Minamino (can someone please tell me how to spell this man's name) was left with mess of Youko Kurama's life. When reborn human, Schiucci had no knowledge of his prior life. That is until about five years into his new human life. It was almost painful as it came crashing into him. The life he once led, the being he'd once been, the woman he still loved. It was all there along with the vast knowledge that Youko had acquired. Puberty had been brutally unkind. Having already known the feel of a woman.

After being human for some time, Kurama came to realize that Sango, as well as himself had made a grave mistake. Demons were not suppose to love. Plain and simple. Hate was a complex emotion. Jealousy and anger as well. But love was far more powerful than any. It was certainly one way that demons were inferior to mortals. They were simply ill equipped to deal with such a thing. It was almost as if youkai lack a certain aspect within. Sure they could feel it and certainly inspire it, but to understand it, even in the slightest was something completely unknown to them. Almost child like, a demon simply wanted what it wanted. And if it couldn't have it, means would be taken to gain it. Love however didn't always work that way.

He remembered the saying ' If you love something, you let it go. If it comes back to you, it's yours.' Try explaining such a thing to a demon. If they claimed you as theirs, it was what it was. You were bound to them forever and Gods have mercy on you if you were to try to break that bond. Thats why it sometimes took centuries to find a suitable mate.

He'd seen humans, females and males alike suffer greatly in the name of love. Shucci had always marveled at the way most seemed to overcome and sometimes even evolve into better individuals because of it. A demon would only become darker. Whole nations would be slaughtered for infractions such as a hearts betrayal. He should know.

He still wore the scars of Sango's betrayal. Though time progressed, they still bled heavily and the day she'd left him the forest would be forever painted on his heart. Youko returned to Makai, a different being. Of' course it didn't go unnoticed. He'd lead a massive amount of the men to the rift between both worlds. They were headed to the slayers village. He didn't have to explain the particulars of this crusade, the men would follow blindly.

The attack would come unexpectedly. They'd find slayers grossly unprepared. After clearly making their presence known, the massacre would begin. Youko would take pleasure in their screams and fear, and he'd make sure every man, woman and child knew why they were slain. Because of the slut female taijiya, Sango dared toy with a demon. Her brother and father, would be saved for later. While the village, inhabitants and all were set ablaze, he'd gather her and the ones she loved into a remaining hut. Youko would make them watch as he took her hard. Explaining to Sango's father that if his daughter had only kept her whore legs closed, none of this would be happening. He'd take pleasure in her screams and agony. Their horrified faces. He'd make her watch as there throats were ripped away. While orgasming violently, he'd slowly crush her wind pipe and watch as the life force drained from her body. It was the only natural thing to do. A demons way of cooping with heart break. As the barrier came into sight, Youko resisted. Although she'd wounded him deeply, he couldn't bring himself to return the favor. He was a fool that way.

No longer desiring her blood, he waited out the years. With time, her memory would dissipate. He willed it so. Once the centuries had passed and he was sure that she had been claim by old age, relief should have greeted him, but that was not the case. The cold stab of regret twisted itself within his soul, making him colder and angrier than before. Youko Kurama became known for his viscousness and though many challenged, most cowered in fear. Who would have guessed it a mortal female spawned one of the most ferocious demons known to the world. At times he'd been excessively cruel and loved it. Youko found himself rebelling against everything she'd taught him.

She was a dreamer at best. Unrealistic fantasies about the world and making it a better place to live in for all. Sango said that he had a gift and that he should use it to help the less fortunate.

“Think of all the people you could single handedly save. You could help their crops grow, and that way the hungry would have the food they needed. Think of the children that wouldn't starve. And it would all be thanks to you.”

He'd never wanted to change the world. Just make a better place to live in for himself. It was hard being opportunistic when you were thinking of others. That is until, her. He wanted to be better. Change everything he'd known and would have too, but it wasn't to be.

Clearing his head of troublesome thoughts, he prepared for patrol. Word was sent to Lord Inca that a few demons had been spotted in human world and were to be deported on spot. At least if he had some action, Schiucci's could forget the dilemmas that plagued him.


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Mirkou had never been a violent man. As a servant of Buddha, it was forbidden to be overly aggressive, but there had to be moments where the o' merciful one would make exceptions. Like now, he was going to kill Inuyasha.

This had been one of the best mornings of his life. His fiancé was straddling him with a lustful gleam in her eyes, and he was sure it had to be a dream. When Miroku's hands entered her robes to fondle Sango's breast, she didn't protest. When she began trailing kisses over his neck and chest, he became impossibly stiff. Sango's kisses became more urgent as she pinned his wrist to the futon.

“You've been a bad boy Houshi-sama. I going to have to teach you a lesson.” Sango maneuvered their arms so she could hold him down with one hand. With the other, she opened his robes widely and began working on her own. Once the silky textile fell from her shoulders, Sango licked her lips almost predatory. Miroku thought of putting up a fight, but quickly changed his mind. If Sango wanted to rape him, who was he to stop her. It's not like he could even if he wanted too. He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful mounds as they stood proudly. What a sight she was as the sun had just barely begun to rise and the sky was crimson. Her mahogany eyes resembled blazing infernos as she stared down lovingly at Miroku. She reminded him of a celestial goddess as her body was bathe in a scarlet tan.

Miroku held completely still, hell he barely dared to breath as he let her take what she wanted of him. What ever she asked for, he'd give it freely, without question. Without saving anything for himself, he'd
devote every faucet of his being to her. And only her. Well, he'd still tease of course.

He began chanting in his head, hoping that this time wouldn't be like all the others. Where she'd get nervous, or change her mind, and he'd be stuck with a raging hard on. Sango grasped his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. Miroku's mouth began to water as he gave it a slight squeeze. She wanted this just as badly. He'd seen her body before, seeking to catch a peak at her and Kagome as they bathe in the hot springs, but this was completely different. Instead of the shy girl who pummeled him, he was faced with Sango, the woman. The woman who was too confident to blush and knew what it was to receive pleasure from a man. 'She isn't behaving like an innocent maiden' he thought, but quickly dismissed it as she pulled his upper body close to her own.

Sango couldn't hold back any longer as she crushed his lips to her in a deep sensual kiss while using her tongue to open his mouth. Knitting her fingers through his hair, she guides his lips to her neck. She knew how and where she wanted to be touched. Sango was finally ready to take the next step with her hansom monk, plus she had gone far to long without the touch of a man. It's not like Kurama would ever return. Sango began pressing against Miroku urgently, rubbing them together until they both began to pant. Reckless now, she ripped away the sleeping robe and lapped her tongue over his face, neck, and chest. Needing to feel in control again, Miroku rained wet kisses from her delicate skin of her throat to valley if her cleavage. Her pert nipples were just begging to be tasted, and Miroku leaned forward to capture one-

“WHAT THE HELL!!! AREN'T YOU LAZY ASSHOLES UP YET” an angry hanyou came bursting through the door. The two would be lovers shrieked in surprise. Sango had long ago gotten use to Inuyasha's poor mannerisms, heck he was even her best friend. Kagome being more like a younger sister and Kirara couldn't talk so they couldn't communicate. But this time he'd pushed his luck a bit to far. Faster than lightning, she covered her chest, then grasped the dagger hidden under her pillow. With great precision, it was thrown towards her target. Which happened to be a quarter inch above Inuyasha's head. It was meant as a warning, more or less. The message was lost.

“INUYASHA! WHAT THE FUCK” Sango raged. Was he crazy? Only a child or an complete idiot would pull such a stunt. And Sango knew his nose was far from broken. Either this was his idea of some sick practical joke, or he was being a selfish little shit. True enough, he and Kagome hadn't seen each other in over two weeks, but that was no reason to stop Sango's action.

“We're all going to Kagome's time, and she's not yell'in at me for being late. So get ya asses in gear.” He didn't even pretend to have the decency to turn around, or better yet come back later.

“Inuyasha” Sango began in a patient, threatening tone. “I'm gonna count to three and if you're still here when I'm done, I'm going make you wish Kagome were here sit you.” Her hands were fisted at her sides. She was close. So very close that she could almost feel the moisture running down her inner thigh. He turned to leave and she sighed when the flap draped over the door once more.

“We probably should get up anyways, Houshi-sama. We don't want to keep Kagome waiting, and Shippo will be up any minute now.” Sango laughed at his hang dog expression. Miroku hadn't stopped puttering angrily since the moment his moronic friend interrupted them. He couldn't seem to string together a coherent sentence, which was quite usual for the articulate monk. Miroku always seemed to have the gift of gab.

“I swear it. I swear to Buddha I'll make Inuyasha pay!” This seemed to make Sango laugh harder as she moved away from him. Miroku instantly missed her warmth.


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This was harder than it looked. Kagome said that you should have just a little patience with it, and it would get easier. After about twenty minutes, Miroku finally finished buttoning the gray shirt he wore. The 'Blue Jeans' and sandals were not as difficult. Kagome had made sure his pants were something called 'relaxed fit', but Miroku still felt more comfortable in his monks robes. The future was a strange place and it was best to fit in as much as possible. Attract less attention to himself. Finally finished, he ran his fingers through his shoulder length hair. 'Sango says I look more striking with my hair down.' Mirkou gathered his belongings and started towards the well to meet the others. He was still angry but his excitement out weighed. A week in the future would be just the vacation they all needed! What Sango needed! A week without fighting demons.


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