6th April
I finally made it to the village. Thankfully, the village leader let me eat and bathe, and even told me about the Slayer here. Sounds more like it's Kohaku, but last I saw he was with Sango and the rest of his pack when they left.
His pack. Oh, please. He wouldn't have had any of them if it wasn't for me. Then again, I wouldn't have had any of them if it wasn't for Naraku. Ugh. I hate that. I hate being thankful to such a loathsome, foul creature. Digressing.
We were all nothing without each other. I was just some shy, stupid high school girl who had no idea what her world was really like, let alone this world. Inuyasha was not only pinned to a tree in a coma (snort/laugh) but he was also an ignorant, egotistical, lying, leather headed, hated-by-everyone, baka hanyou.
All of them had lost everyone. Well, Inuyasha had Sesshomaru, sorta. But those two were constantly at each others throats. Miroku had his super drunk sort of uncle. Shit. Rambling again.
Grabbing supplies and running after Kohaku.