Can’t Stop the Rain From Falling

“Houshi…Houshi-sama wake up…” said Sango softly as she shook him by the shoulders.
“Huh? Is something wrong? *yawn*” Miroku muttered as he sat up.
“Yes, we’ve stopped moving but I can’t hear anyone…” answered Sango quickly.
“Let’s try to get out of this box and looking around.” Suggested Miroku and Sango picked up her sword.
“But maybe they’re all asleep or something…” suggested Sango as he helped her cut out a hole in the side of the box, big enough to crawl out of.
“Umm…where are we?” asked Miroku as they came out of the box and stepped into the lush tall grass that surrounded them.
“I don’t seem them any where…Did they accidentally drop us?” wondered Sango aloud as she looked around.
Miroku sighed loudly.
“Well, we don’t know when we’ll see them again so we’d better settle in for the long haul. Moving might not be the best idea.” Said Miroku and Sango agreed.
“I’ll look for food, can you get some water?” asked Sango, she could see plenty of sticks near by for firewood so the biggest needs now was food and water.
Miroku nodded and started walking towards the sound of a creek.
Sango looked around the bush they had been dropped in, finding a few acorns and some berries.
But soon she had to many to hold in her arms so she took off her green skirt and used it to carry the food. After filling it she headed back towards the box.
Miroku had already returned with empty bird-egg shells filled with water.
Sango smiled when she saw him.
“I guess we’ll have plenty to live on for awhile.” She said as she set down her bundle. Miroku nodded before working on their ‘home’.
He busied himself by making the door a bit bigger, and collecting long blades of grass to make a covering mat.
Working helped him think deeper and keep a steadier head.
Sango organized their supplies with in the box and decided to do something about the hanky. Using her dagger, she cut the cloth in half. With one half she folded a tiny bed, and with a few more cuts she had blankets too. She folded what was left and put it is a corner.
“Need any help?” she asked as she poked her head out of the hole of a door.
“Sure, my lady Sango. I am not the best weaver so I’ll accept any help gratefully.” said Miroku with a charming smile.
Sango rolled her eyes at him before climbing down and helping him weave a strong mat.
“Let’s get this over the box incase it rains tonight.” said Sango.
“Great idea, we could collect the rain for water too!” said Miroku as he put in the last blade of grass.
Sango looked it over carefully; it wasn’t too bad of a job. It was strong, no spaces, and just the right size.
Sango helped Miroku roll it up and move it up onto the top of the box. She was the one to roll it out and stand on top of it proudly.
“Well it seems being small isn’t so bad after all.” said Sango, standing on the edge of their shelter and looking out into the sun set of the tropical paradise.
Miroku climbed up and stood next to her.
He moved closer to her and reached out to touch her rear. He grinned as he gave it a good feel and expected another kiss but out of habit Sango turned and gave him a good slap in the face. That was when Sango lost her footing and slipped off the edge of the box.
“Sango!” cried Miroku, doing the stupid and valiant thing by diving after her.
Sango was shocked when she saw and felt him grab her, pulling her close and protecting her, right before they hit the ground.
*Thud*
“You alright?” he asked as he let go of her slowly.
“You moron…” muttered Sango before she started to chuckle.
Miroku sighed slightly and chuckled too.

“We’re…We…We’re sleeping together?” Miroku asked, just now noticing the bedding arrangements late that evening after a berry dinner.
“This is a together but no touch deal…” said Sango as she tossed out the stems and leaves from the berries.
“Oh, I see. I don’t lie down anyways…” said Miroku as he sat down on the bed and leaned back against the wall.
Sango blew out the tiny fire they’d been using for light before she lay down next to, but out of reach from Miroku.
“Good night Sango…” said Miroku softly
“Good night Houshi-sama…” said Sango…her eyes already closed.
Miroku watched her drift off into slumber, and then he carefully reached down and touched her cheek. Oh, it was so soft and-
Suddenly there came a sound…and cold, familiar, evil cackle…
Miroku got out of bed and went outside to see a massive white baboon standing there.
“S-Sango! RUN!” yelled Miroku as Naraku bent down and picked up the box before Miroku could get back inside.
Sango screamed as she, trapped in side the box, and was hidden inside Naraku’s pelt.
“Poor monk, so foolish of you to try to hide and live in my garden of paradise. This is where I go to hide and relax, but now I have some entertainment.” said Naraku coldly as Miroku tried stabbing at the giants foot.
“Just listen for her screams as the echo into the night and know that you can do nothing…” said Naraku vanished, Sango’s screams and calls fading away. Miroku fell to his knees in despair and buried his face in his hands.

“Let me go Naraku! I swear I’ll kill you!” yelled Sango from inside the box.
Naraku chuckled as he pulled out some twine and a little pole on a base with a ring of iron on the top.
Then he pulled the rubber bands off the box, his thumb over the hole, and he lifted the lid.
Inside of the box stood Sango, her sword in her hands, ready to fight. Naraku grinned as he grabbed her and she started stabbing his hand.
“Silly girl.” Said Naraku as he yanked the sword out of her hands and set it on the table.
Sango fought and struggled but it was no use. Naraku quickly took her hands between two fingers before binding her wrists and stringing her to the little pole. Sango kicked out and cursed him.
“Now, now, little Sango. You’d better watch it, I might accidentally tell Kohaku to go crush the monk.” taunted Naraku and Sango went still.
“What do you want Naraku?” demanded Sango.
“Why what any man would want from such a foul little whore.” said Naraku as he used her own sword to slice off her yukata and breast bindings.
Sango trembled and shook. I she fought Naraku would kill Miroku, her friend, fighting companion and…lover… But if she didn’t fight back…Sango shivered at the thought as he ripped away her cut clothing and exposed al her flesh.
“If only you were my size…I’d take that supple body of yours and ravish it over and over…” cackled Naraku, his breath icy against her skin.
“D-Don’t touch me!” yelled Sango as he ran a finger across her breasts.
“And in what position are you to be giving me orders?” taunted Naraku as he forced a finger between her tightly shut thighs and rubbed her tint jewel, to Sango it was like mounting Kirara, being naked and in a sick vile way.
One very sharp motion caused Sango to yipe and start to cry in pain as she was touched harshly in a place that Naraku should dare to stain with his large finger.
Naraku grinned evilly and decided to wash her…with his tongue. Sango screamed and objected as she was licked head to toe and everywhere in between. The smell of his breath made her want to vomit. The texture of his tongue reminded her of maggots and the slime of his saliva was so vile and rank she thought that if she lived that she would never come clean.

Naraku kept at it for the next few days, using Sango as his own personal living ‘pop sickle’ or ‘candy stick’. At times the degration was so terrible that Sango pleaded for death. He wasn’t exactly gentle with her either. He’d cut her to taste her blood, grabbed her roughly and bruised her deeply during an attempt of escape.
Naraku loved his little play thing and rarely let her out of his sights. And every once in awhile to keep her from trying to escape again he’d tell her that he’d kill Kohaku and drown her in his blood if she tried to leave.

Miroku meanwhile was searching the entire estate for the taiji. But no matter how hard he searched or how long he looked, the monk just couldn’t find any sign of Sango or the vile kidnapper.
At night his mind was filled with the screams of little Sango and Naraku did the most vile of deeds. More than once Miroku had awaked to find his eyes sore from the salt of his mournful tears.

Then one day Sango had a plan. Naraku woke up from his sleep and walked over to where he had last left Sango but he growled when she didn’t respond with her usual cursing and such.
In fact, she wasn’t moving at all.
“Wake up wench.” He hissed as he poked her. She wasn’t breathing and her skin was cold.
“Great, guess I’ll toss the garbage out…” he muttered as he tied her and cast her limp body out the window for the monk to find.
Sango landed in a bush and crashed to the ground. “Idiot…” she muttered as she slowly got up. She hadn’t felt this weak in months. She hadn’t eaten, slept or bathed in about 5 days plus her wounds were about to be her undoing.
She staggered away as far as possible. But soon Sango’s body gave out and she collapsed next to a rock near a creek…