Akida-Well it finally bugged me enough to start up another story, and hopefully it will be considerably better than my first one ^.^ I'll tell you now I have no idea where this may go, due to my sudden caffeine intake, it could get messy. But enough about that, on to my newest creation! I will apologize in advance for NOT updating "My Dearest Miroku" for a very long time, I just had to get this story out of my head and into some words. I hope you will enjoy this one as well!
-:-Disclaimer-:- Oh yeah, I gotta write these things every now and then. I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters.
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By: Akida
The Western Lord and the Hanyou child
Dawn. Beautiful, glorious dawn. The precious moment when night and day collide for an instant, and mingle within the heavenly graces of each other, before the frame of time shifts and they recoil from the others presence. The sun cracked its first few rays over the horizon, giving the sky above a light rosy tint as warm fingers of light stretched across the landscape.
As the light reached the western lands, it found the substantially sized castle situated on its gradient, and bathed the structure in warmth heating night chilled stones. Chasing away the shadows the light crept in through windows and openings, and filtered weakly through shoji's.
Almost instantly when the light could be seen, the quiet thrum of activity started up within the castle as servants scurried to and fro, seeing to their duties in hurried fluency.
Despite the absence of guests not all the rooms were vacant. At the end of a hall in the northern wing of the castle, a significant ornate door stood at its ending opening up into a large master bedroom. This room was occupied.
At the far end of the room near a balcony window, a figure sprawled on a futon still in the depths of slumber. Long silvery hair splayed over the figures pale shoulders, and mingled within the sheets that tangled about his limbs. Delicate lips parted subconsciously allowing an ivory fang to contrast with the rosy hue, and a slight frown rested on his brow. All in all, it was quite an amusing spectacle of the present Western Lord: Sesshomaru.
Sighing lazily he shifted to his left side facing the window, and a ray of light that penetrated the drapery berated his eye until it finally opened. He let a groan of annoyance escape his throat, and closed his eyes trying to return to sleep. It had been a restless night for him, and he had finally gone to sleep during the early hours of the morning. He felt groggy and tetchy, which would have a bad effect upon his usual harsh demeanor, giving those who displeased him in the slightest way the short end of his temper.
He rose slowly placing a clawed hand with two distinct red stripes on his shoulder, and rotated his sore neck until it cracked enough to satisfy him. His piercing amber gaze rested upon the offending shaft of light, and found the window to be slightly open. He frowned. He was certain it had been closed tightly last night, or maybe it was just a loose bolt that needed tightening. Either way he found the inconvenience slightly bothersome, but brushed it off until he had the time to corner someone about it.
He stood stretching taut muscles and opened the windows, stepping out onto the cold marble surface that met his bare feet, sending a slight shiver through his legs. Leaning his weight against the stone railing, and gazed out over the lands that belonged him, the wind played with his silken strands as they wreathed around his body like tiny white snakes. It hadn't seemed too long ago that he was merely an heir to his fathers castle and the lands surrounding it, and his father ruled with a vengeance giving the name of a Demon Lord a whole new meaning. Sesshomaru had to admit, he had admired his fathers ways, and the mere utterance of his name drove those below him into fits of panicked fear. Sesshomaru loved every second of it.....of course that was before she came.
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She was human, an insignificant human being, but that didn't seem to mar the sudden flow of emotions his father expressed for her. Before, he hadn't given her much thought until her presence began to gnaw at him, and if that wasn't enough he soon found that she was to be his fathers chosen mate. He loved the human woman, or so he showed. Apparently, he had had the wool over his eyes longer than he had imagined, for this wasn't news to anyone else but him. In order to keep his tyrannous stature, and be able to protect the woman from harm, he had not uttered a word about her existence. She was his mother, she a human woman was his mother, and the more he thought about it the more it ate away at him. He watched the impact the female made on his father; he was getting soft.
It made him sick and aggravated. He couldn't see what there was to love about her, she was weak and unable to protect herself, and he hated the way she smelled so...human. He hated the way humans smelled. He soon grew a deep dislike, and maybe even disgust for her, but he knew better than to voice that aloud. His father may have gone soft when it came to attacking and destroying areas, but he was still a force to be reckoned with as far as parenting went. So he kept his brooding inside, distancing himself from her as if she were a leper, and if that wasn't enough yet another surprise was in store for him yet. She was soon to bear a child, and because she was human this child would not be a full-blooded yokai, no not a full demon but a half-breed, a hanyou child.
The labor toke hours, hour upon slow aching hour. The pained screams he heard stung his sensitive hearing, and when it seemed to have no end another cry was heard; A newborns cry, the babe that was his little brother...his half-breed brother. Already he could smell the unmistakable scent, and it would be stamped into his mind forever.
The name given to the small mass of fuzz was Inuyasha, and despite himself he was curious to see his little brother. He hadn't seen a demon babe before so allowed his beaming father to investigate the new addition. Large curious amber eyes stared out from the off white cloth he was wrapped in, fixed almost hypnotically at the older sibling. Short white hair curled slightly around his two feathery dog ears, and for some peculiar reason Sesshomaru couldn't resist rubbing them. He gained a wriggled protest from the little one and a wide grin as he caught hold of one of his fingers in his tiny hand. Sesshomaru winced slightly, only a newborn and he had a grip like a vise.
He let a shadowed smile play on his features before it was buried by his usual stoic appearance, he couldn't forget that this was a tainted child...the demonic blood coursing through these veins was soiled by that of a human. His frown turned into a sneer as he tore his gaze away from the confused child ignoring his fathers words, and made a beeline for the grounds outside the castle where a small creek babbled over smooth rocks. He sulked for hours in angered silence. He couldn't explain the sudden disgust that over toke him, but all he knew was that he just wanted to be away from them, far away from his father, his mate, and that human woman's child.
It had only been a few weeks after his birth, and already he disliked...no despised his younger sibling.
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Sesshomaru ran a clawed hand through his silver tresses in unfocused thought, sighing as the mornings chill winds brushed against his face. To this day he still couldn't understand why he couldn't stand his brother or the woman who bore him, she had made every effort to be friends with him yet he brushed her off like offending dust. He knew he didn't feel much for her because she was human, but what of his brother? He may be only half-demon but he is still a demon right....yet even that in itself wasn't convincing enough for him. Could it be that his scent held a tinge of human essence in it....no that wasn't it his scent had nothing to do with it, but what was it that irked him about Inuyasha?
He shook his head clearing his mind of the tumultuous thoughts, and turned away from the sunbathed scenery and closed the windows behind him gently. He had a lot of things to see to today, and he didn't want to start it off with thoughts that aroused questions that would never be answered.
Tossing his robe over the futon he dressed in a light blue yukata trimmed with indigo planning the days activities in order, most of which would be spent in the study sorting through stacks of scrolls sent to him by numerous demon lords. He groaned inwardly. He'd been lazy in not attending to those duties when they would have been convenient and require less of his attention, but it was too late now that he'd let it pile up.
'If I put my work off any longer I might be up to my waist in those documents....I shouldn't have delayed this. '
He left his room and padded down the long hallway and was instantly accompanied by a maid, who proceeded in informing him of the comings and goings. Had he not been so preoccupied with his predicament, he would have noticed the stray feathers that rested on the marble floor where he had stood outside moments ago.
As he rounded the next corner he realized which hallway he was in, and dismissed the maid with a wave his amber gaze fixed on a particular door. He walked to it slowly breathing deep the familiar scent of Jasmine which radiated from it in cool waves, and placed a hand over the red stained wood taking the smell and feel of the grain and the sweet aroma that wafted through to him.
This was one scent that would be engraved into his mind and soul for all his days, and seemed to block out everything around it....only it remained wrapping him in its overpowering embrace. He breathed once more and brushed off the dizzied feeling that accompanied this scent and slid the door open quietly, peering about the room in search of its occupant.
He found her perched on the window sill at the far wall staring out towards the western lands, her smooth rich skin contemplated by the loose white gown she wore. Russet hair splashed over her shoulders as the wind danced through it, and at the moment she seemed the embodiment of purity to Sesshomaru. He continued to stare at her not sure whether to alert her of his presence, or walk backwards very slowly and leave before he started salivating. All chances were cast away when she turned to him and gave him a warm smile, a note of happiness wedged in with her voice.
"Oh good morning Sesshomaru-sama how did you sleep? Well I hope," she asked slipping awkwardly from her place, which seemed quite graceful to him.
"My rest was....fine I suppose," he said stiffly and scolded himself to loosen up.
She didn't seem to notice his forced choice of words, and let a stray yawn escape as she stretched and turned to him with her sunny expression, oblivious of his transfixed gaze upon her.
"That's good to hear one of us slept fine, I had an odd dream about a raven who came to my window and watched me the entire night," she began crossing her arms thoughtfully trying to recall details. "It wouldn't have bugged me so much but its eyes were really creepy, kind of like....blind eyes but I still felt like they could see me, like someone else was watching me and not that bird.....and that dark smoke that surrounded it crept through the cracks and went everywhere.....it felt like something was in all that smoke but when I woke up everything seemed normal......it felt really weird. Sesshomaru-sama what do you think it means--eh?"
Her demon warder had a distant expression in his face and eyes, and she noticed now that he had traveled closer to her. Pouting slightly she walked over to him and deliberately poked his ear, until he shook off the offending sensation and glanced drowsily into the girls mopping face. Her scent had changed he observed and it smelled almost frustrated which confused him.
"Sesshomaru-sama are you alright? You don't seem well." She said pressing her index fingers together.
"I'm fine Rin....," he trailed off hazily and noting the exhaustion in his voice. Rin had a habit of talking a persons ear off, and yet through her ramblings her voice carried a note that caught his attention more than her words, and drew him into a lulled state. His thoughts were cut short by her cheerful laughter, bringing him out of his trance.
"That's alright Sesshomaru-sama it wasn't a very nice
dream anyway, besides I had a feeling you didn't sleep well when I asked." She
giggled pointed out her observations, "you looked a little out of it yesterday
too."
Along with her words he wondered what had caused his restless thrashing, he couldn't recall anything that disturbed him that much the previous day or the day before, and decided to catch up on that later when he wasn't bogged down with work. Looking towards the girl again he allowed himself a ghost of a smile at her teasing grin.
"Not much gets by you does it Rin," he replied liking the ring of her name.
"Nope! Not at all!" She replied energetically as she half-skipped towards her bed where a fresh pile of clothing had been laid out. "Um Sesshomaru-sama can I...may I eat with you today? I don't get to eat in the mornings with you as much as I used to," she asked shyly kneading the deep purple cloth in her hands. Truth be told she hadn't seen him that much at any time of the day, let alone the mornings, and she fretted that maybe he was having second thoughts about being around a human girl this long. Despite the young woman she was now her childlike demeanor hadn't abated with the addition of those years, and she still insisted on using the same suffix she had used when she was just a child in his care.
The yokai lord looked over to her with a slight guilt, but masked it with his usual unreadable expression. He still had stacks of documents to look over but then again those files weren't going anywhere, and he sensed Rin's concern over her place as his companion. Letting a sigh escape unchecked he nodded his approval and waited patiently outside the girls door, listening intently to the song she hummed.
Closing his eyes and meditatively listening to the melodious voice a sudden chill crept its way down his spine, jolting him from his trance making him take up a rigid yet calmed stance. No others occupied the hallway that he could sense, save himself, and he concluded the odd event to be a trick of fatigue...however....
'It felt as if someone was watching me....nonsense, there is no one else in this hallway and even if there was, I would have sensed them far before they arrived....I need rest and that is all.'
With that convincing thought he forced his warning instincts from him, and continued the wait for his female companion. Not a moment later Rin slid the red-stained door open and walked briskly out dressed in a deep purple kimono, with her brown hair tied back in a loose braid by a red ribbon.
"You didn't wait long did you Sesshomaru-sama?" She asked with a bright smile.
"No," he replied impassively as he led the way down the hallway. She nodded and fell into place next to the tall yokai, and proceeded to hum a light tune as she observed the passing open rooms and corridors. She had been lived inside the castle for ten years now (A/N: Ok, lets just say she was 7 when Sessh found her, you do the math) and there was still so much she hadn't seen of it. She wondered just how large the place really was and was about to inquire about it to the demon lord, when she looked over and caught her breath.
"S-Sesshomaru-sama?!"
Sesshomaru had fallen behind and was holding a hand to his throat, staring ahead with pained dulled eyes. Rin dashed to him and grasped his arm frantically calling his name, frightened at his lack of response to her pleas. At long last the towering figure staggered forward coughing haggardly, and turned to the small figure beside him appearing both pained and perplexed.
"Sesshomaru-sama," she whimpered fearfully.
"I did not mean to trouble you," the inu-yokai replied to her worries as if nothing had happened. "There is nothing for you to worry over Rin."
This didn't make her feel any more secure with his previous behavior, but she was content with the fact that he had addressed her finally. She was on the verge of asking whether or not he was sure he was alright, when a certain toad demon scrambled over to his master.
"Sesshomaru-sama! There is an oddly robed guest who wishes to speak with you at the lower hall, I tried to tell him that Your Lordship was far too busy to deal with the likes of him, yet he persisted in speaking with you milord!"
Shrugging indifferently he nodded his approval and was led by his trusted, yet grotesque looking servant, glancing to Rin indicating she should follow. She nodded and trailed after them, concern for him still streaking here face. The demon lord knew how much she was looking forward to spending time with him, but business wasn't always patient enough to allow breathing room.
'More importantly...'
He dragged a clawed hand from the folds of his sleeves and massaged the area around his neck that throbbed faintly, recalling the distinct constricting sensation that had weakened him moments ago. That feeling of helplessness agitated him and moreover it had occurred so unexpectedly, then departed almost as soon as it had come. Had something really been in the hallway with him when he sensed it briefly, or was this something he could brush off and ignore. Somehow, he didn't feel very confident with the later decision which he would've taken if it were a different situation.
'I'll deal with it later, I've no time for paranoia now.'
The forest floor was carpeted with a thin layer of dew, provided by the early morning mist as it crept its fingers around tree trunks, and into tiny holes among the grass. A large ancient oak protruded from a clearing like a centerpiece on a set table, its large root system uplifted the earth into small knolls of greenery and winding branches dipped low with lush foliage.
Somewhere in the higher branches of this aged monolith, a dash of red and snowy white could be glimpsed from time to time between patches of green, both of which belonged to a slumbering figure. A dewdrop that had collected on the edge of a leaf had now out weighed its perch, and released its hold on it and landed on the forms fuzzy ear.
Twitching it subconsciously he awoke from the uninvited disturbance, and cringed rubbing at his side as reality shook his weary senses to wakefulness. The battle had been long, the enemy formidable, and in an attempt to shield a raven-haired girl from the beast's attacks, his ribs received the damaging strike and tore a large area of his side open. He made a mental note that blocking an attack with ones side wasn't efficient.
Grating out a slow yawn he stretched himself carefully trying to avoid his sensitive wound, and starred through the swaying mass of greenery watching the water colored sky of sunrise. Even though he had passed out as soon as they reached this clearing 10 hours ago, he still felt drained which bothered him more than the merciless throbbing at his side.
If they were attacked by anything serious enough he would be useless to his comrades, which combined the fact that the rest of them were humans and one child demon who could be considered as strong as a human.
As the sun's rays finally broke over the horizon the group sleeping below at the base of the massive tree, stirred leisurely into wakefulness stretching cold muscles and rising slowly from the cool earth one by one.
"Morning everyone," a dark haired girl with a green and white uniform yawned out. "Ugh, I slept like a log but I could've used a heavier blanket. I'll have to remember that next time I go back," she noted mentally.
"Well it is good that your rest was well Lady Kagome," replied a man dressed in a heavy black robe, and a purple sash. "My rest was a little.....rough," he finished massaging an irritated area near the back of his head.
"Well it wouldn't have been so rough if you would just stay within a sensible range of 'personal space' and not constantly invade someone else's," grumbled another dark haired woman wearing a tight black jumpsuit and ornately colored armor.
"Ah, but Sango I was merely concerned that you were not warm enough, besides it is fact that shared body heat circulates warmth," He grinned mischievously.
"I'll appreciate those words once your status as a lecherous monk have been nullified," she shot back glaring holes at the 'holy-man'.
"Heh you at it again eh Miroku? You must have a death wish or something," added a small fox-child demon adorned in a tan fur wrapping. "You know one of these days Sango's gonna hit you hard enough that you'll get amnesia and forget everything."
"Keep praying for it Shippo-chan its likely to happen with the number of times he takes his chances," she said shouldering an oversized boomerang.
"Now that's just cruel," Miroku said hunching against a large root from the tree. "I'm not sure who I should be afraid of more....the constant attacking demons or my comrades."
"Oh don't worry about it Miroku all you have to do is stop being so kinky," Kagome smiled.
"The sky will indeed have fallen once that blessed event happens," Shippo replied sarcastically.
Stifling a laugh of her Kagome turned her attention towards the towering oak tree above, straining her eyes to glimpse the occasional streaks of red and white. She frowned worriedly. Since yesterdays battle had ended their stiff demon companion had seemed more exhausted than usual, and he had secluded himself in the high branches of the tree after she had practically wrestled bandages on his lacerated side. They hadn't seen him for the remainder of the day, and it bothered her more than ever.
'I know he hates it when we try to help him recover, but he seemed more rigid than usual about it this time.'
She knew asking him why he was so against her assistance this time around wasn't going to work, like anything in else that involved social interactions with the dog demon, it was like trying to pull teeth. Despite the lengthy time the group had been together, he still continued to keep things concerning himself buried beneath cement.
It also annoyed her that whenever something crucial came up that had to do with him, he wouldn't spill it until the last second when it was least convenient. All the things she knew of him presently, like him being only a half-breed and losing his demonic powers during a new moon, she had found out at the last second during a battle that depended on his stretngth. One of these days she'd have to tie him to something and make him tell her anything else that would become a problem in the future.
'Oh well, I'm sure he has some plausible reason to keep things hidden from the light, but besides that....'
"Inuyasha come down here!" She yelled up to him, "everyone's awake now!"
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"Inuyasha!?"
"What is it Lady Kagome?" Miroku asked wandering in her direction, followed by the other two members of the group.
"Inuyasha wont answer me... he's not even say anything offensive about me yelling at him," She replied biting her lip in agitation. The dog boy was fairly quick about heated responses, but the gruff voice never answered.
"You better not be sulking up there fuzz ball!" Shippo barked up at the figure made invisible by the foliage.
Their snowy haired companion was not sulking at all, but I'm certain he would rather have been sulking. High in the loftier branches of the oak a frantic Inuyasha clawed helplessly at the aged bark, while the other hand was clamped over his throat desperately gasping for air. The sudden constriction had stunned him with its spontaneous arrival, and it felt as if something with a viselike grip was crushing his neck restraining his breathing.
The world around him became a hazy muddled mesh and he could faintly hear voices coming from somewhere. Just as his body began to lose feeling the constricting ceased as suddenly as it had come, and it was all he could do from falling out off his perch. Little by little things fell into focus and the voices he heard were coming from below him.
Coughing and hacking he made his way down the massive tree which felt like an eternity, and the waves of nausea made his descent all the more time consuming. He hadn't realized he reached the bottom until a small weight plastered itself on his shoulder, and began chattering in his ear.
"Geez that toke you long enough, just how old are you anyway Inuyasha you moved down that tree like a fossil," the fox demon exclaimed. "Guess its easier going up then coming' down eh old man--"
The child was interrupted by Inuyasha's staggering movements as he braced his weakened body against a protruding root. His head spun for a moment creating colored dots in his line of vision, before a large figure found its way to his side and supported him. Looking up he stared into Miroku's face perplexed at why he was towering over him, and realized that he had slumped against him subconsciously.
"Your wound has reopened let us tend to that before anything else......don't argue with me Inuyasha we can't have you dripping blood all over the place and attracting unwanted guests."
Without further arguments he staggered to a place on the moist ground, and allowed himself to be treated. His companions thought he was finally beginning to cooperative, but truth be told he didn't have the strength to move let alone protest. Before slipping into a dreamless sleep his last thoughts were concerning the series of events that had occurred in the tree just moments ago.
'What happened to me?... It was so sudden I didn't even have time to react.... I felt so defenseless... is this a trick of Naraku's?... I'll rip his head off if this is his doing!'
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"How is he?" Kagome whispered to the monk facing the immobile figure sprawled on the ground.
"Well he's not hacking like a dying animal anymore," he replied with a small grin and received playful shove from the woman seated on his left him. "But I do wonder what caused this sudden...behavior, usually he doesn't get this exhausted and disoriented the day after a battle."
"He hasn't been....poisoned has he?" She asked anxiously.
"No there is no trace of a poisonous matter entering his system. I don't understand though his wound looked completely healed, and then it just....reopens almost worse than before."
"He isn't in any immediate danger is he," Sango inquired walking around the tiny fire and joined the two sitting on the monks right side.
"No, some rest and he should be fine by tomorrow at the very least."
"Well he's been sleeping ever since we got that bandage on him so he'll get more than enough sleep...but I guess were spending the night here again," Kagome sighed gazing at the late afternoon sky and groaned. "If I had known this would happen I would've brought an extra blanket...I gets really cold in this area."
"Yes it does," Sango shivered in response as a low gust crept through the trees. "I'm not one to complain but I too wish I had reminded you to bring an extra blanket with you."
"What do you need a blanket for when you have me? I can surely keep both of you warm in my own way of course," Miroku suggested innocently while his not-so-innocent hands snaked their way around the two females either side of him. A loud cracking noise resounded and two red hand prints plastered the monks face.
"You really do have a death wish don't you," Kagome glowered untangling herself form his arm and scooted away from him.
"You filthy little...and you call yourself a 'holy-man'!" Sango seethed.
"Well what am I supposed to do when two gorgeous women plant themselves beside me? Don't tempt me like that its just mean," he replied still looking innocent. They continued bickering regardless of how close they were to a certain slumbering fur ball, and received a drawn out sigh from the on looking fox-child.
"Its a good thing Inuyasha sleeps like a dead-body 'cause they could be at it all night," Shippo groaned and laid back against his bushy tail watching them.
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Another pair of eyes besides Shippo's was also watching yet these eyes seemed glazed with blindness, and their dull lifeless appearance pierced through the wreathing smoke that surrounded it. Twisting its head to the side another noise besides arguing voices caught its attention, and a bird that could be described as a Raven toke flight along with the thick smoke encasing it leaving behind a multitude of long shadowed feathers.
It followed the noise audible only to its hearing flying away from the setting sun into the oncoming darkness, leaving a trail of dark smoke and feathers behind which evaporated like water on a heated surface. Scanning the area below it a tall dead tree came into view jutting up through the thick green foliage of the trees around. Its limbs were contorted into eerie shapes and it was scared with deep gashes, and it bent this way and that like a jagged spiral staircase.
The raven headed towards the top most branches towards a second figure wreathed in the same smoky substance as it was. Letting out a shrill cry it settled near the smoky mass and rocked uneasily on the its perch as the winds whipped around it dragged the darkened mist with it.
The mass of smoke quickly toke form and a woman's figure emerged from it. Her paled face, beautiful yet held a feral edge, was highlighted by thin deep crimson lips that spread in a small smirk. Her long dark hair flowed around her body mingling with the smoke from whence she appeared, when she moved so did her wreathing tresses. Her amber-red eyes glistened slightly at the arrival of her winged messenger, and she glided gracefully toward to its perch where it continued to rock uneasily.
"So my pet I trust you've done what was ordered of you, and paid a special visit to those two?" She inquired of the misty raven. Her voice was as soothing as water streaming over tumbled pebbles, yet could also inflict fear and pain like a savage whip.
The bird cawed hoarsely and spread its wings to keep its balance, and she laughed smoothly twirling a finger through her chaotic ever flowing long hair.
"Wonderful simply wonderful, oh but I do hope I didn't cause that poor dog boy too much pain, it just wouldn't do if something happened to him so early on in my plan now would it?" She asked to no one in particular but received another hoarse caw from the raven.
"Oh dear you don't sound very well today, if you get ill who will be my wings and my eyes into the far lands? There's no time for illnesses...they'll just have to wait until chaos....glorious chaos has had its chance to have a little fun with the mortals of this world," She sniffed contently.
"I just hate it when there's so much peace and tranquility," she sighed spiraling around the deceased monolith and sprawled over a large leafless limb. "That's why this world needs some like me."
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Akida- Good grief that took longer than I expected! If I didn't have writers block right in the middle of this story I would've put it up sooner....no the word "block" doesn't even describe it, "mountainous brain freeze" is more like it, because blocks are small....and.....mountains are big. Anyway, for those of you who have been stuck like glue to my other story ( My Dearest Miroku ). Fear not I shall continue with it! As a matter of fact, I think I'll spare you guys more waiting and start typing it up now....so don't hurt me.....
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