Silverwing013: It does not belong to me. And bets on people liking that I continue onward after that sad ending. Not everything can end in happily ever after. THANK YOU MY MARVOLOUS REVIEWERS! I HAVE CONTINUED! KEEP UP THE JOB!
- Putting your past behind you is all and all very good advice. -
Wednesday Night: (if anyone has lost track of days so far)
Pushing open the office doors, all ogre activity stopped at who it was. Taking notice of two of the seven Council Members inside the prince's room instead of the king's, the red head seemed to frown about it. A vertically challenged girl followed behind him, standing on one side while an unknown human boy sulked over to the opposite side of the room in the corner. A bright blue haired oar and orb-carrying female rushed in after them to hastily go past the odd placed trio.
"Koenma!" Became the first word spoken in the stunning silence.
She placed a grade book on his desk, clearly marked Shuichi Minamino. Then she fished around for a slimmer book that had written upon it Hiei ?. The question mark made part of it. And…. For the third spirit up in Koenma's office that was not spoken through grade book? She spoke up, "Abby does not have a grade book since she still holds her godd—"
"YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS!" Koenma roared at the Council Members standing in the corner. Or…the one.
The one shrugged. "But like we all know…they really were not supposed to die. Question is…with who they are…will they be allowed back to the living?"
Koenma buried his head in all the papers surrounding him. "My father is going to kill me. The three treasures and Zepher's daughter? The one she had with another man! How will this pass without major defiance?"
Botan perked up her finger with an idea. "Koenma! You're talking about only King Enma! Have a trial! Then, it will be majority! I am sure most would agree with your view! Remember what your mother said Ko," Botan teased.
Koenma seemed surprised with several others in the room. "A trial? That could work…. And he could scream and yell it with reason at a group of people…not just myself. But who would agree to such a trial?"
The other Council Member spoke up. "We would."
The first said to Koenma and Botan's looks, "We serve to advise. We wish to serve…a better upcoming king."
The red head and short girl gaped. "A revolt?" Was the tied question from both now dead.
"No," both Council Members shake their heads. "A change for what should be," said the one who agreed to the trial.
Koenma glared at the pair. "Seven!"
The one who hadn't said anything about the change turned, "I told One that that tactic wouldn't work."
"Have you or have you not been continuing Vita's work?" Koenma asked tensely.
Seven spoke evenly. "What would you think? I will take care of Autumn Breeze."
"I'll get a room for the red head then. Botan…. Have fun with the last one." One seemed to laugh at this.
"No, no." Koenma interrupted Number One. "I would like Hiei to come with me. I'll talk to Autumn Breeze later. Hum…. Botan is right. That is a mouthful. I still have a card in activation for today that I will place to good use for those two. Follow Hiei."
Shuichi slowly drags his feet homeward. How would this work out? He prayed for the insanity gods to save him from any future with his stepmother without her dearest son. Shuichi was not anywhere near perfect like he felt his stepbrother seemed at times…even though Kurama could work on his manly looks sometime so that his friends would no longer joke he had a 'thing' for his hot new stepsister. It made his face go red with anger and they took it the wrong way. No, he had a thing for an Am Trans kid that he had met at the arcade a while back. Ahh…. Kelsey. But she liked some kid by the name of Jared. Another Am Trans. Just super great for him.
"Hey Shuichi!" Called a voice.
He jumped at the noise, expecting to immediately cover for the missing Kurama. It was an Am Trans! Not Kelsey, but another arcade kid Shuichi had spent a few coins on due to this kid being better than he. Scott. The kid was known on being picked on by his sister and her friends every now and then to spend too much time on those types of games.
"Hey Scott. What are you doing in this part of town?"
The boy shrugged slightly, clutching a notebook to his side. Odd, Shuichi thought. Then as if changing his mind he spoke.
"My sister is in lock down for a little while. Mom's letting up pretty soon, she's not that harsh, but she uh…asked me to do a errand for her." Scott looked up at a nearby street sign. "I've got a couple streets to go I think."
Shuichi brightened at the obvious opportunity to get out of going home at the moment. "I live around here! I can help you out!"
Scott smiled in relief. "You think you can just give this," motion to the notebook, "to someone then? I got an online game to get back to."
"Sure Scott. Where to?" Shuichi asked trying not to sound to eager about the little chore that shall waste time.
Scott fumbled with the notebook paper, searching through the pages. Shuichi's eyes widened at the drawings inside. His sister drew all of those! Those were good! He made no comment but decided to look through them all later on when Scott went back home to his games. "Here. Address and note to the person she wanted to look at the drawing here. Kurama, I believe. Anyway, she thought he could answer why she couldn't erase the mark right here."
Shuichi openly stared at the drawing, seeing his stepbrother well drawn into it with a pair of fox ears on top and a doodled tail behind him. "Kurama? What's with the fox stuff?"
Scott shrugged. "Dunno. Something to do with her disappearing this weekend. She was trying to figure out how he'd look like as a fox demon." Scott rolled his eyes. "She is claiming that the hair is all wrong and his clothes and blah, blah, blah. Danielle is just plain weird. So, could you bring it down for me?"
Shuichi paused. How would he get it to his stepbrother now? "Yeah. Of course I can! You know all the jokes the guys from my school make about my hot stepsister?"
Scott nods.
"Well, this is him." Was he, Shuichi corrected in his head. Eeee…maybe his 'perfect' stepbrother had worn that onto him. "His closer friends called him by that name instead of Shuichi Minamino."
Scott brightened. "Ah! I wondered why they looked familiar. Now, I really do need to get back to my game."
And with that, the young American boy raced off.
Great. Shuichi smacked himself in the head with the drawing notebook. How to give it to Kurama and then back again? He needed to cover as much as he could or face the gods of insanity if Shiori found out about her son's 'condition'.
Not to mention the fan girls.
Another thing…. Was Kurama some sort of…fox demon? And how did he look?
Probably still fan girl worthy.
"Did you give it to him?" Grilled his sister.
Scott waved her away, headphones around his ears from the computer. Sticking it on pause, he turned to her. "Gave it to his stepbrother Shuichi. Happy?"
Danielle paled and smacked Scott on the head. "Idiot! Give it to him in person! I said I wouldn't say anything to his family!"
Scott fully turned around in his seat to face her. "Love note?"
"No. I'm gunna call up Jets. Maybe he can help me on Friday…." Danielle muttered to herself while walking away. "I am ever so glad Kyle's moving that I will help myself."
"Your too nice. It'll give him the wrong impression." Scott went back to his game.
Punching in for Jets on the cell phone, Danielle spoke to herself. "Reinforcements."
"Hey, Jets. I got a favor to ask you for Friday…you better say yes."
The door of the ratty apartment building slammed shut, a very worn out boy taking advantage of the now empty couch. Closing his eyes, he wondered briefly on where his mother was, if Kuwabara was awake yet himself (Probably not), where Jin flew off. But what really kept him awake was the fact that they were gone. But Hiei's last words came to mind, the boy hitting his mind for an answer on whether or not they would come back.
He'd have to take charge. What should he do now? He had already brought all three to Genkai's temple, Yukina in tears as she laid them neatly under blankets and a pillow each. She took the time to heal his taken blast, as well as Kurama's stomach wound. It left a scar though with how it had sliced all the way through. He doubted it would be there much longer with Kurama's own healing energy. Not to mention dragging Kuwabara's ass back to Shizuru.
He could hear the phone ring again on the table, not quite listening till a voice screamed off of it. Flickering his eyes to where the phone was, he listened, but it was the same type of listening he used on the teachers when kept awake during class. Heard it, but didn't take it in completely.
"YUSUKE! PICK UP ALREADY! IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED, I'M STARTING TO GET JUST A LITTLE WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE THE—oh…."
Heaving up with a groan of effort, though not physical strain, the boy walked stiff-like to the phone. Picking it up, he listened with more care for the click back to the line from the girl distracted by another phone call.
"Worried about me?"
Any other time, the female in question would figure this a sarcastic remark. But this was not sarcastic. This was seriously toned. She quickly became flustered for odd reason.
"…uh well uh…I suppose…about you? Well…HOW ELSE WOULD I FEEL!"
Drained from earlier, he did not even bother flinching and he did not think anything would make him more shook up than seeing half his team die along with that girl. Not to mention all the other crazy stuff that had happened lately. He grew angry thinking about it. He would not blow up, he will not blow up, will not.
"It's alright Keiko. It's just…tonight wasn't all peachy dung for anyone." He could not see any clear easier way to break it to her and at the moment…who cared how it got broken out? Right?
He sighed. "They're gone."
Keiko paused on the other line, holding her breath. "Those demons on this mission? Right?"
"Well, yeah, but…." He did not want to say it out loud.
Suddenly spurred on by fear, Keiko hurried out the next question. "YoumeanKuwabarasdreamvisioncametrue! Theydied!"
His eyes suddenly hurt. That word. The one he defiantly did not want to here voice out loud. In trying to stop the emotion, he blew up.
"DIE! NO ONE FUCKING DIED BUT THOSE BASTARDS! THEY'RE JUST GONE RIGHT NOW! THEY'RE NOT DEAD KEIKO! THEY'LL BE BACK! WE NEED THEM BACK! KURAMA IS ALWAYS RELIABLE! HIEI IS THE SAME WAY EVEN DENYING IT! HE'S GOT A FUCKING SISTER TO WORRY ABOUT! AND MIKKO! SHE CAN'T DIE FOR GOOD EITHER! JIN IS COUNTING ON THEM BEING BACK! THEY AREN'T DEAD! THEY AREN'T DEAD!"
His face hurt, flushing hot with fever almost. Shaking so from screaming denial that he had to lean against the table with his free hand. Mouth was dry and sore. Power was building up with no one to take it out on; screaming had been a short fuse out. If anything, it built up more.
"I'll come over."
Clunk.
"Here again Prince Enma Junior?" Asked the drone voice. The female ogre at the desk slid a look at Koenma's companion this time. "Pass for mister gone Goth over there?" There was no sarcastic tone at all, just the same drone voicing. Brown eyes glared at the ogre, menace and past killings thrown into the glare. "Interesting people you bring Prince Enma Junior," she pushed up her coke bottle glasses from their sliding from the bridge of her nose.
"Rye," Koenma toned. "No. Hiei will be taking my pass for a while." The small ruler turned to the demon gone human in handing off the same card used earlier in the day with Botan. "Room 742. I'm sure you can find it. Control your temper Hiei. She's not exactly…." He sighed. "Just be nice as you can."
Taking the card from the small ruler, Hiei toned his own voice. "Why should I care? Explain why I am to see this person inside the prison."
Koenma whirled around, becoming angry at Hiei's actions, unafraid for his reactions. "That's my mother you're talking about! It's her birthday today! The reason why will be explained more when you get there, just find the one obvious thing you have in common with her! It won't be too hard. She's probably ranting about it right now as usual!"
Hiei's chocolate brown eyes widened just a fraction upon Koenma's shout out. The Queen of Spirit World? He had not heard much about her to cause him to believe there was one or that one was still here. And why was she in Spirit World prison? He voiced the last question out loud with the raise of an eyebrow. "Spirit World prison?"
"I'm sure she'll be happy to tell you how she got here. Now get going."
A rang sounded throughout the house, startling Shiori from her earlier nap. She waited a half second before getting up. Neither Shuichi was home yet then. Her son would have called out that he would get it for her. The other would race the older one to the phone, sticking out his tongue with the win, only to be given a laughing smile and the occasional ruffle on the head. She smiled at the remembrance.
"Hello! Would Shiori Minamino be in the household now?" Came a cheerful male voice.
"Hello, yes, I am she. I mean I am Shiori Minamino. Sorry, I have only just woken up," she apologized.
"Quite alright madam! This phone call is about your son, Shuichi Minamino!"
Shiori frowned, unable to make this out. She was familiar with happy calls about her son, but with Shuichi's flowers wilting at once earlier among other things…. Was there something she was missing about her son?
"Oh, Shuichi. He's not home right now."
The joyfully male voice laughed. "Well of course not! Your son Shuichi has been chosen to spend a few weeks to experience American culture! Granted he probably never spoke to you about this is because we try to surprise our scholars in the trip! He is perfectly safe Mrs. Minamino. Nothing to worry about, we pay all expenses! This will be part of an experience to have all top students on a higher plane! English was one of our requirements among other subjects carefully looked at to cause no confusion once the student would arrive!"
"Well, that makes sense. What can I say? I am overjoyed that my son has been chosen. What organization does this trip again?"
"HSS-AJE. As in High Student Scholars-American Japanese Experience. Is that all the questions?"
"I suppose so." Shoiri was starting to run out of questions and such when it came to Shuichi. "I just want to know the number and if I can contact him."
"That's easy! Phone number is 1-563-608-2969!"
Shiori wrote the number quickly down. "Alright, 608? Right…. Goodbye then."
"Goodbye!"
Shiori frowned more. Somehow, it seemed wrong to her. Looking down at the written number on the phone pad, she began putting the number in and waited for the rings.
"Goodbye!"
Jets looked down at the phone in the backroom of the karaoke place he worked in. It didn't really sound like she bought it. He sighed out loud.
Placing his arms parallel to the floor, palms outward, he closed his eyes. It seemed to come from past practice. Flowing words where spoken from his mouth, quick in practice as well it would seem.
"Spin, spin, spin thy web. Destinies wrapped around all. Meddle, meddle, meddle is Fate. Twine tight soul threads. Time, time, time thy lives. Events flowing Fate's hands. Call, call, call upon. Asking for aid given. RENOVATIO PROGENIES FORTUNA!"
A white glow had begun to spread along his body, fingers first fore the remainder of his body. Messy hair became messier, a presence overtaking him that would send any watching person into awe…and well placed fear. At his whispered shout, the white glow rippled down in one great wave before sparking up a watt.
An utter relaxed smile graced his quirky lips and he shifted his head, cracking it just so. "Ah, there we are now. SHORI MINAMINO."
His voice did not raise but it seemed as if it did in the room, white threads circled about his widespread fingers. Mouth finally quirked up at the sight, studying the threads carefully. "Ah. Guilty suspicion. Worrying, questioning, and feeling guilty about doing so. Honey should question…. Not now though." His middle finger upon the left hand shifted ever slightly. "There. Should hold long enough…." Quickly fisting both palms, he opened them once more.
"NEKOYAMI." The same effect came upon the room, fingers splayed with another white web.
"Hm…. This one is odd. Feller's right emotion line is quivering…. Perhaps Kuwabara's doing? Should check that fellers…."
He fisted his palms downward again, spreading them out with, "KAZUMA KUWABARA."
A powerful simple based web entangled his fingers and Jets appeared slightly shocked. "Well…. Feller has more strong-based emotions than last time…. More of his family's power than the feller consciously realizes, but its already in work. Feller will be fine."
Clenching fists once more, Jets paused, thinking something over. And then spread his palms out once more. "KIMI KUWABARA."
A complete tangle of web lines crossed his fingers now. Sorrow crossed strongly over his face. "And the hitch in this one is only the need of your son coming back home to set you back right…. I'll ease it." Several well-placed fingers twitched, most from his left hand, clearing up the tangle only slightly. "Sorry…that is all I can do for now."
Shutting his palms one last time, he jerked them to his sides, breaking the white glow. He turned, eyeing the phone to watch it ring soon after. Sighing, "Well…she will come back down for it…."
He picked it up, past mood forgotten for the moment. "Hello!"
"Hello! Is the man who goes by Jets there by any haps?"
Jets beamed. "You have the feller on the line right now! What can I do ya for?"
"Congratulations! Our company has agreed to your written request! JETS Label has now arrived! If you get more singers like the recordings you did in, you'll soon be under way! Particularly with the outstanding female singer, Michelle Sato! That Ellie is pretty amazing herself, but I have never heard a pair of pipes like that Sato's! That will be your opening statement! Well, do you have anything to say?"
Jets grinned. "Less than a year, you'll hear those pipes again with that label attached!"
The guy on the other line laughed. "Pretty cocky, but Sato has got my vote in to speed up the process! Talk later to you Jets!"
Jets laughed. "You will!"
He clicked the phone down on the man's laughter, reverting back to his former and calmer mood. "Damned Spirit World better appreciate me doing this." He glared up at his ceiling.
Kyle jumped as his cell phone rang off once before the sudden stop halfway through the ring. Curiously glancing at the phone, there was no missed call or phone number with it. He shrugged, going back to placing his things into boxes.
Far up above the stalker boy, Kurama sat in the room he had been brought to (again) stay inside. This time was without the constant watchers however. Though, that did not mean he had someone else watching out for him. The red head picked up the phone ringing away. A certain someone had called Kyle's cell number, influences from Spirit World causing it to be sent here. This someone he did not want to talk to for fear of the lies to be told by himself and of being caught in some way. He cared too much to do this but….
"Hello mother."
Mikko sat limply on the floor of the room Number Seven had left her before quickly leaving with his quick explanation. She cared less. Her main concern was if she had to come face to face with King Enma or Hiei.
"Um…Abby?" Was a hesitant question from the door.
Frowning, Mikko did not really care to glance at the owner of the voice. Lets face it, she thought miserably, and her life situation hadn't really set her up to be joyful. Even with being happy from passing moment to passing moment. Idiotic Hiei. How had she come to trust him so, feel safe and comfortable…?
"Is it okay if I call you Abby? It's just that Autumn Breeze is such a mouthful, A and the B sound like Ab so I just formed Abby off the top of my mind for you. Then Michelle Sato is just as placed down from your birth to be your real name while you have been calling yourself Mikko Songs since losing your memory. Odd that would be the one you remember but I figure since I have to call you by the goddess title with me being whom I am that Abby would be so much easier to say instead of Autumn Breeze at times. I mean, what if you're in trouble? So much easier to shout the Abby more than Autumn Breeze, don't you think? I think so! But I'm asking if it is alright wi—"
Mikko suddenly burst out laughing. "Botan, your explanation for a nickname takes longer than explaining the anatomy of the female reproductive system to a girl that had her first period!"
Botan laughed as well at the words. "I know! But it's still nice to hear you laugh!"
All laughing from Mikko's presence disappeared quickly enough, becoming depressed again rather quickly. "Yeah…. Just get to the point or leave."
Botan kneaded her bottom lip with her top row of teeth for a moment. "A quick minor wondering question for you first." When she received no answer, Botan continued onward with her sudden though question. "Have you had your period yet?"
"No," Mikko said flatly as if the question didn't matter. "If I remember back right, goddesses don't have periods…. She was always complaining about that after thrown out."
"Oh." Botan was unsure of this information suddenly. She already knew this yes, but was not certain if Abby was having these mood swings from her bondage line occurring or if maybe the half goddess was going to have a period soon along with it. I wonder if I'll act as depressed as her when I have my own bondage, Botan wondered it briefly before cheerfully decided no as the hasty answer. In any case, the grim reaper thought, I'm the one who is supposed to be depressed with my job and she's supposed to be the happy one with what finding her true bonded. After all, Botan thought dejectedly, look at the person my own heart wants. Then the blue haired became peppy once more.
"Come on! Time to take a trip Abby!" Botan took both of the Forbidden Child's wrists to give a playful yank upwards. With a sigh never sighed, Mikko slowly stood and followed the eager Botan. "Come on! Koenma wanted me to get you down to his mother quick-like!"
Mikko gave no presentable reaction, but her head was reeling at the new worries of King Enma's wife, the Queen Bee of Bloody None Do Nothing Spirit World. Great, she thought, more worries in my so-called life. Just then…an old worry walked past her.
Chocolate brown eyes looked her over, giving the same feeling as the red ones before the body's change. She starred back dispassionately, feeling a need to wind fork the chocolate eyes out so they could never look upon her again. Then the chocolate eyes hitched onto her ever-changing blue to green to blue, catching each in what some people would proclaim 'the moment'. Her throat caught midway into giving an angry remark into forgetting all silently seething rage. Somehow, his eyes seemed like they had back on the pond night. Calm. But now, saddened, a type of longing? She tore her eyes from his to see his foot slid back, hand falling back to his side. It was as if…he wanted to apologize to her for some reason.
"Girl," he spoke to her with a flicker of his hand once more. In the background, Koenma and Botan looked pained to each other over the actions of the other two. Unknown to the other in the look, both were thinking near to the same thing as the other.
Mikko forced herself not to wonder about the odd way he was acting. Instead, she looked down at the object in question about to reach for it before stopping. She snorted, the wind catching up on the access key so that she could snatch it from the air. "Thanks idiot," she scoffed at him wanting to hand it to her instead of avoiding contact by tossing it at her.
Hiei snapped his eyes off of the other Forbidden, older emotions from younger days taking over. The smirk he gave was less than evil, less than pleasant, the words falling from his mouth easily. It was much easier than accepting how much he had changed since meeting Kurama on the search for his sister, even easier to fall back before he worried even about Yukina.
"Can't wait to see you on a future Spirit World platter."
For reasons unknown, Koenma suddenly looked worried as if seeing some truth to this, giving a look over toward less than emotion giving half goddess. Shit, Koenma thought suddenly. Mikko is old enough to look exactly like her mother if Zephyr had straight hair and those eyes.
Hiei sauntered away after the biting words, an old air covering his movements. Out of sight of the others in his room, he thought back, suddenly wincing at what he had said. Scowling, his sword was slide smoothly out of his scabbard to vent his emotion out the usual way ever sense he had first laid a finger upon a sword. He trained. As if it would solve all emotional problems with masterfully killing all who dared rub against him the wrong way. Except…. I don't want to kill her, Hiei suddenly realized. Just chase her away. But he had done that already without really solving the problem. She was still around. He would have to handle it a different way. Sliding his sword back in place, he decided to find Kurama.
That unforgettable night of Kurama, Mikko, and Hiei dieing ended as such.
Kurama and Shiori finished talking over the phone.
Hiei had wandered in at some point, asking Kurama delicate questions that Kurama took careful notice not to scare Hiei off with what he really thought. Hiei actually cared about the girl more than his sister if he had already started looking at these options. Hiei, in short, Kurama thought with slight humor, was in love.
Mikko discovered why Hiei had been acting a tad bit stranger…after Koenma's mom attacked her for being Zephyr.
Number Seven had dropped back in for a moment to report to King Enma with the remainder of the Council Members. Number Two brought up a questionable idea that caused the leftover Council Members to look at Number Two in shock but caused King Enma to look pleased. Warily, Number Seven kept eyesight upon Number Two for the remainder of the report.
Shizuru was kept busy fretting about her baby bro, still unconscious from earlier. Kuwabara slept peacefully onward, oblivious to his surroundings, his cat licking his nose with a meow. Shizuru glared at her brother suddenly, rambling angrily under her breath about a stupid cat that needed to die.
Keiko had gone to console Yusuke, finding he had shoved all his emotions inside again and did not want to talk about it at the moment. Bursting out in a room by himself to someone on the phone was one thing, bawling his eyes out in Keiko's sight was something the Spirit Detective did not want her to see. So they sat quietly on the couch, watching the television set mutely. Neither paid much attention to it. Yusuke was still thinking of the fated three, Keiko pondering how she could get Yusuke out of this funk.
Jin was busy attending to something to get his thoughts off of his sister, even though what he was dealing with was because of her. Wildfires had been popping up abnormally throughout the night. Using the wind as best he could, Jin spent the night hauling water from place to place.
The younger Shuichi had returned home, old newspapers of Kurama's spread out on his bed for his viewing with Danielle's sketch and note. Much of the newspapers that mentioned the name of Kurama or his friends had been highlighted a bright yellow. More had been marked in green, the stuff he wanted to question about. He sipped at a soda pop that helped in keeping eyes open before writing on the sketchpad for a decided note back to the girl.
Danielle, my stepbrother will not be here for a while. The best I can tell you is that you have some untapped 'power'. Try checking family backgrounds for anything odd. Other than that…he told me to ask a guy named Yusuke if I had any questions myself. Shuichi.
Shiori had fallen asleep with Shuichi's dad long ago.
Danielle had fallen asleep long ago with the remainder of her family. Her grounding sentence had pretty much been dropped at this point and planned on visiting Kurama herself to apologize for her brother's actions and to get her answers.
Genkai and Yukina could be seen sipping tea late into the night while they waited for Botan to deliver news.
Botan did deliver news, a ways past midnight about what Koenma had accomplished.
Koenma had gotten his father to agree to the trial.
The King was gloating because he had his trusty Council Members in on the trial.
And Koenma was gloating to the fact that his father did not have a clue. Not to mention thanking Botan for the idea in the first place. Even though his mind floated to other things about the faerie girl instead of just silently thanking her.
But he still had time to worry. What good was getting the Forbidden Children back to life if them ignoring the bondage will slowly destroy the both of them? Koenma hoped that the trip to his mother had opened their eyes if only slightly. With those two…. So stubborn, the pair of them.-
- But rarely does much good after theory. –
Silverwing013: Well, the story continues. The night has ended from their deaths with a new hope in sight. The lives of the three dead. A trial has been made. But will everything be fair like a trial is supposed to be? That is to be seen yet.
Icedragongurl16- now, now. (slowly backs away) I did not kill them ALL. Just three people. Besides! It continues don't it! Heehee (nervous laughter). I guess I just don't give what the average writer gives. A happily ever after. I did warn you all through Kuwabara's dream vision. Can't say I didn't.
Kiwadoi seitsu- yeah, babysitting. I do get a break with it being the fourth of july weekend here. 5 day weekend. And will be spent milking cows and other chores on my daddy's farm. Yeah, schools over to only come again.
HieiFan666- yeah, my story! Ain't it awesomely sad? I had to do something different. When does anyone have an easy life? Can't it be bad guy comes, they beat him up, learn a lesson, and the bad guy is locked up or killed? No. As real life states, life can be unpredictable. Only Fate can meddle about it, even then not too much. Drunk? Funny you should mention that…. Just kidding! That's for like the third part of my story! Ha Ha! Sad…I have the whole thing planned out in my head as such…. There is some fluff in here. You are welcome to mention something to add in, but…this thing is all planned out in my head. Some things…I can't do in fear of ruining the rest of it. Thank you for living with me (sort of…bearing with me I guess) for so long and my…morbid ways. Lol. (Check IcEKoLd's review! They give props to you!)
IcEKoLd- thanks. It was the last chappie. And this is the first chappie. You were right about The Forbidden Past. And then there is another part after that before it is all over. Thanks for the compliment of keeping them in character. Problem is…Hiei is going to have to change a tad. They are bonded as much as they hate it at the moment. Problems for both in doing that, eh? Lol, they both will end up acting weird. Danielle, yes, will be dragged into this. I don't stuff all facts about new characters and crap right at the beginning. You as the reader get to discover them as life goes on. HieiFan666 gets all credit of looking over Jin parts. Well, about all credit. I know what I want him to say…just that I'm not an irish expert.
Danieru Lee- thanks, I know you hate him. Evil pencil of doom indeed. I tie that part in well if I say so myself. So there. Besides, the story hit me nearly all at once. Sadly, they had to die.
Animegal310- if ya wanna scream at me go ahead, I could sense it in your words. Thanks anyway. Here's the start of the second part of the story. Ha, the beginning. Kinda like intros in my first one it is just…different cause of the way I deemed it to go. I love the length of your review. Long ones are always better to read after a chappie instead of the little short ones that say I need to update.
Silverwing013: so…welcome back to the Forbidden World! Next up…several questions to be answered. Danielle runs into Shuichi. Schools have been cancelled. And Yusuke has given Keiko a kiss. (ha ha for the next one. Keiko gets a kiss –singsong voice- seriously, she does.) But…welcome back…welcome back….