Poison

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WARNING! This is rated for MATURE CONTENT… and so I warn you now like I'm WARNING YOU! So don’t go and flag my story or alert me or whatver cuz I gave u fair warning!

And so to those who will move on… this is only the beginning, the REASONING for the next group of lemony lemons.

and i think the rest will MAYBE be posted on adultfanfiction. net because of content.

sorry for the shortness and lack of expressive storyline!

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Chapter 5: Selfish Revalations
Once the fight was over Kagome had rushed over to her new friend, gasping at the large amount of blood she had lost. Refraining from touching Sango’s body she quickly studied her aura to ensure that the girl was still alive. After hearing tragic news, people have nothing to come back for, but Kagome was relieved to find that her friend’s ki tightly embraced the cursed girl. Thanking kami for the blessing, Kagome prayed her past experience as a miko proved useful enough to heal the wounded.

Holding her delicate hands above the back of the fallen girl, a blue light began to emanate from her hands. Once the light hit Sango’s back, a green aura began to crackle like electricity over the slayers body. The young miko was taken aback by the sudden reaction, but continued her work, smiling lightly at the way the wounds began to close.

Kagome did all she could to heal her friend, and so taken to her limitation she finally stopped, evidently strained by the effort. During her time of healing, Kagome had discovered something particularly odd. The poison was not in the girl’s system as she had first thought. While searching Sango’s ki for any more injuries, she had found out that the poison was merely an aura, which of course originated from that kanji on her throat. This information proved useful, because now she knew how they could move her safely without dying from poison.

“Inuyasha! Bring your Fire Rat Haori”

Kagome had told Inuyasha to bring the unconscious slayer into her designated room so that they could help with anything else her healing didn’t do. Miroku waited outside Sango’s room impatiently alongside his new acquaintances Youko and Yusuke. Apparently they were there to investigate a spiritual power that damaged the barrier over the city… and to stop youkai who used this breach to their advantage. An event like this had happened about two decades ago over Kyoto, but the reikai tantei didn’t find any answers then…though after this incident Spirit world realized the events with the barrier were more than similar.


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The fire rat haori was made from special material that protected the wearer from any offensive or dangerous demonic powers. Miasma and toxins did not penetrate the strong fabric and so Sango was carried in that haori because it was the only thing in the world that Kagome could think of that could touch her without hurting anybody in the process.
Inuyasha only complied because of the worry that Kagome showed for Sango. He felt somewhat proud of the new girl because of her show of strength, and was actually surprised to see somebody so fierce, but that’s where his interests faded, and that’s why he loved Kagome. She was delicate and he knew he could protect her and shelter her, but the past haunted her soul and traumatized her enough to avoid his advances.

So he stood there, the need in her voice drove him with no questions asked, because he would do anything for that girl so that she could realize his compassion. The whole situation with Kagome was all about bad timing and trauma, but any chance he got he would finally show her his loyalty.

Once inside Sango's room, they had carefully stripped the young taijiya to locate anymore leftover injuries; and when the miko came across any cuts, she did her best to treat them as soon as possible. Thankfully she only found minor lacerations on her legs and arms, which made it easy to bandage without being too close to the poisonous aura. Inuyasha was a huge help in moving the girls limp body around for better access to the cuts, but to preserve the girl’s dignity measures were taken.

Sango had come into their care with the clothes on her back, and to dress up, was to give her clothes provided by the ‘house’… meaning, Miroku’s hentai wardrobe. He was, after all a fashion designer… for women’s lingerie. (“He would be,” everyone thought while watching him sketch something obscenely frilly, which was supposedly made for women to WEAR not tie their hair up with, because the lack of cloth made a good excuse to confuse the two)

Placing snug black underwear and matching bra on the unconscious taijiya, they finished their work in no time.

When the hanyou wasn’t needed, Kagome thanked him and told him he could leave. He would have said something more, anything more, to just get them talking but she was too preoccupied by the injured girl. Sighing he walked out, ears ringing from random yells of, “don’t look!”

Sitting down gruffly on the couch conveniently placed outside Sango’s room, opposite the three others who stared at him as though he had a butterfly on his face. Holding his red haori he mumbling something, then silently berated himself for not saying anything to Kagome when he had the chance.

The three men watched the hanyou walk in, something apparently on his mind, but Relief swept through the room when the silver haired half demon finally mumbled "she’s fine"

Shrugging off the attitude, the rest of the guys chatted on about the girl beyond the door.

Both Youko and Yusuke had shown interest in Sango AND Kagome. By the feats the girls had preformed earlier, it was up for questioning and Miroku had been eager to tell them more.

Yusuke listened intently; intrigued by the story surrounding the unsuspected girls, but Youko only stared on feigning interest. He couldn't help but yearn to see the one who had captured his unrequited attention. Sango was very interesting indeed, but he had to know more. What he saw back then... that green aura...he had to see if it was really what he thought it was.

Sighing loudly beside her fallen friend Kagome collapsed to the floor from all of the effort.

“Sango, I hope you’re ok…” she said tiredly, as she flipped on her stomach to bury her face into the soft carpet.

Ready to leave, Kagome rolled over to stand, and left through the conjoining doors of their adjacent rooms. With a lasting glance at the slayer, She cocked her head to the side, noticing a an air of content around the unconscious girl.


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Sango was in a dreamlike state. Her form still felt tense from overflowing emotions that begged her to be touched. Realizing her current predicament, she frantically began to analyze what she would do about everything, trying to pry her mind off of the urges.
In her mind she began to walk through a maze of lush green vines as she began to comprehend her situation.

To give in was to strip the honor of her life’s work, her family’s tradition and her father’s teachings. Could she respect her father’s words by never intimately involving herself with a demon? Of course he said there were exceptions, but she knew that rutting with youkai was NOT one of them. She was torn. She just wanted to go back to the way things were… But then again, the way she was generally treated then; curse or not it felt as if she had the poison to begin with.

She was always very calculated, she couldn't suffer fromany mistakes; always having an air of selflessness... that people oftentook advantage of.

She was always mistreated for it. They really just expected too much, as if they were wating for her.

To rid her curse was to have that guilt hanging over her as she would visit her father’s grave, who was murdered by the very things that she would had tainted her body and soul with. What kind of role model would she be for her little brother then? Could she live with that? It seemed like everything was all depending on her, yet again.

Sango brought her hands up to her lips in thought.

'What choice can i make... that will benefit others?'

……….

The curse was relentless; it would not fade away until her body was taken by a demon, and completely satisfied. To defile the purity of who she was, ended everything; and until that moment, she would feel hot and bothered enough to finally do something about it. She knew that now, even after all of that serious contemplation she felt the greatest urge to fuck with someone (mind her language.) But it was very hard to resist, as the hanyou had once mentioned… her mind was weak.

Hazily flipping through countless resolutions before completely losing all cognitive thoughts to the 'need,' she vaguely realized her best option.

(Unconsciously abiding by her fathers words)

She would not INTIMATELY involve herself with a youkai; because of course it was degrading to HER in her own thoughts...she would basically get what was needed without any emotion or intimate relations involved.

Her body was at least –adequate- enough to stimulate a male’s mind... and other things, and what she planned wouldn’t necessarily be forcing anybody...

In the back of her mind she shouted at herself for even thinking such things... she shouldn’t even be considering being with a youkai at all! It went against everything she was! What would people say? What would they think? it called out vainly...but eventually that voice faded, finally left behind by the new resolve taking over.

Reaching the end of the maze she twirled a vine that she had picked from the confusing network of greenery and smirked. She finally accepted this challenge; and so for once, instead of considering the the repercussions of her actions, instead of thinking of others before herself, she would finally be selfish and would do what she wanted. Not because she had to, but because she could... if she felt like it.

It was decided.

With a new outlook on solving her problematic curse, her eyes glowed with red intensity... Officially leaving behind her submissive and unselfish persona behind, she basked in the excitement of a daring challenge.

Somewhat reassured, she let the complelling emotions ravish her thoughts, and finally indulged in the forbidden temptations of fantasy... despite her background ‘music’ fiercely fighting against what she was getting herself into.


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REVIEW PLEASE! Blahh I dunno if this was ok.. but maah should I go on? or change what? REVIEW and tell me
'music' ...yenno the saying 'to face the music' she is totally ignoring the confrontation of repercussions.

oh yah i dunno if people got this, but i think its cuz im writing it that only i got it hahaha . but shes giving into the temptation and finally doing something for herself.. and shes doing it to spite the people that thought so highly of her, kind of proving to others that she is in fact, human. haha i dunno if i should be saying this but i read my fic and am like... i dont think people get that..hahah this is suposed to be emotional and all that jazz... but hey now for the people reading thisthat r just looking for fun, thats nextchapter haha ok! yahhhi write fics like im talking er something my words arent as expressive as i want them to b haha but hey now u know! so sorry for the weirdness of it all.

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