This is the second chapter in my newly revised edition of "The Sphere of Judgments", which will follow the adventures of Kira and Hotaru, two women searching for their destinies.

Pairings are uncertain as of now; but, I do insure each of you that I will try to stick to my writing on this story. I, in fact, will be experiencing my summer break soon...so, oh yeah!

(Little girl asking her mommy questions)

Girl: Mommy, where do babies come from?
Mommy: Why do you ask honey?
Girl: Because...I want one.
Mommy: (Laughing) You're too old for one.
Girl: Nu-uh...Mr. TV says that it's easy. All I need is a penis.
Mommy: What the-
Girl: Do we have any penis around the house mommy.
Mommy: Uh...no...I don't think we do.
Girl: And they also talked about something white and sticky...and, what's a G-spot?
Mommy: What channel was this?
Girl: Uh...I don't know...showtime.
Mommy: Honey...stop talking.
Girl: But the TV said I had to see a penis. I want to see a penis.
Mommy: Honey...stop talking.
Girl: Why?
Mommy: Because...I just said so.
Girl: I want a penis.
Mommy: You can't have one.
Girl: Where do penises come from?
Mommy: From boys.
Girl: If I find a boy can I find a penis?
Mommy: Maybe.
Girl: But boys are yucky...I wonder why they have penises. Why don't I have one. I want a penis too!
Mommy: You're a girl.
Girl: I WANT A PENIS!
Mommy: Stop talking about penises!
Girl: PENIS! PENIS! MR. PENIS! I WANT A PENIS NOW!
Mommy: Go to your room now!
Girl: Is there a penis in there?
Mommy: No...now go to your room.
Girl: Okay...but I still want a...
Mommy: Don't even say it or I'll give you something to cry about.
Girl: Okay mommy.

(IN her room with her brother)

Girl: Brother...mommy is mean.
Brother: Why? Why is she mean?
Girl: She won't let me see a penis.
Brother: What's a penis?
Girl: You have one.
Brother: I do.
Girl: Yeah. Mommy says boys only have them.
Brother: Is it a disease?
Girl: I don't know. All I know is that I have to see one to have a baby.
Brother: Wow...really. I wonder why mine is.
Girl: Nevermind...I guess will never know.

PLEASE: READE AND REVIEW. I LIVE OFF REVIEWS AND HOPE YOU WILL ENCOURAGE ME TO WRITE!

(Mother walks in)

Mommy: I heard your conversation. STOP TALKING ABOUT PENISES!
GIRL AND BOY: OKAY MOMMY!

She stared at the small spherical ball, the ball that was supposedly the Sphere of Judgments, and laughed. This sphere held a power so mystical that it could deliver her more power than she could ever imagine. Her eyes glistened, excitement teeming in them.

"This Sphere," she thought, still experiencing an exhilarating sensation, "I will soon have the needed power for both Naraku and I."

The ball was extremely small in stature, seeming only a slight inch wider than the Shikon Jewel. Ashan didn't look impressed. Her expression was in accordance with those who have seen greater things.

"HA! This-This THING is supposed to be able to kill ME?"

She giggled when she thought about how this little ball would be able to fly up in the air and beat her in a "Hand-to-Hand" fight. I mean, she was the ruler of all the Demon Priestesses and Priests, so how could a BALL beat her up. Although, she has heard of a feudal game where you take six coconuts and place them in a horizontal line, and when anybody says go, you go to the middle of the field and try to be the first they get the coconuts and hit people with them (Dodge ball). But in that story the people are using the ball to beat someone up, not the other way around. Scoffing in boredom with this form of power, she titled her head downward and laughed a psychotic one at that.

She had heard many rumors about the Sphere of Judgments. Its powers, as she had once heard, were capable of deciding the fate of all those who touched it, and also how those rooted in evil would perish from its embrace. She believed, however, that that was merely a rumor because of how strong that would allow this small sphere to become in the eyes of all those who believed such a false story. Staring clearly at the sphere, she smiled, knowing then of the power she would soon receive.

"This is pathetic," she said while walking up to the sphere and looking at her reflection, "This thing isn't even worth my time."

She let out a tiring yawn and then proceeded to turn away from the Sphere. She knew, after all, that it could only lay motionless for it was merely a ball that couldn't move at all. It would be there once she returned. Once she turned around, forming a horizontal line in front of here were the members of the Shiniragi Clan staring at her, hands armed with bows and axes. Irritated, Ashan drew herself closer to the members of the clan, inching her body slowly with each passing moment. In fact, their appearance here was well-timed. She would soon receive all the power she needed to defeat these people in a single, wiping blow. Once with power, she would destroy them and their village.

"Members of the Shiniragi," she said, her tone mimicking that of a temptress. Her voice then shifted to a state of irritation and arrogance. Drawing closer, she giggled. "I've heard of your temples and how marvelous they are. Why not, after I destroy each of you, allow this temple to serve as your tomb?" she eyed them carefully before letting out a loud and tiresome yawn.

"So..." she continued, "What say you?"

Fear struck some of the villagers. Their eyes expressed at least that much; also, their shaking made it even more obvious. Most of the villagers wasted no time in pulling out their weapons. Few villagers were ill equipped for battle. They carried beautiful Katana's with a deadly sharpness to match the illumination they provided. Adorning their backs were long, arched bows and a sack carrying their bronze tipped arrows. They despised Ashan more than they despised their enemies. This woman had a burial ground belonging to the founder of their clan: Mitamono Shiniragi. Once he had perished in battle, he was buried in this tomb, placed along with an enchantment that prevented anyone from entering. If broken, those who defied the enchantment would be cursed forever and instantly slain.

"EVIL ONE!" One villager shouted, spitting at her. "You have no claim here. Leave at once."

Ashan laughed.

"Oh," she said, "My power alone is enough to claim the rights to this tomb. Neither you, nor your villagers will stop me from achieving my goal."

"Go back to the village!" one villager said, "Stay away from these forbidden grounds!" said another.

Ashan laughed again.

"You wish to take me by force. Do as you wish; however, I must say that it won't be easy - and most of you will die while trying."

From the crowd of angry villagers, one stepped close to Ashan, pointing his Katana at her in anger and frustration.

"You bitch; none of these villagers will die."

"Weakling, if you wish to fight me, go ahead and do it!" the moment she said that, one of the villager ran up to her, pulled out one of his weapons, and ran at her with as much speed as he could muster in his legs. Holding his Katana in his left hand, he leapt at Ashan and fiercely swung at her with it, all his force used in that one blow. Ashan, as tactful as she was, dodged his first attempt. But not without losing a few strands of hair from the closeness of the blade.

She looked over at the villager who sliced her hair and smirked. Facing the ground, she chuckled, shaking her head at what the man had tried to accomplish by cutting only a few meaningless strands of her beautiful hair. Looking up at him, she released a sadistic smile that frightened the villager who had attacked her. He had figured that his attempt had at least wounded her. But there she stood, unscratched and seemingly angry at him.

"You," she stated, "Will pay for that."

In one swift motion, she withdrew her Chisa Katana - her only weapon - and ran at the man at a much quicker pace than he could've ever achieved. He seemed agile. He wasn't as old as most of the other villagers seemed, looking as though he was halfway through his youth. Ashan even blushed a little at the sight of the man. She couldn't deny his looks. He was an attractive victim. Though, it was a pity that he chose to attack her. She would've spared his life had he kept to himself.

"Boy," she stated, "It's my turn now."

She moved to the right to perform a side attack with her Chisa Katana. Driving the blade into his side, she released a small and satisfying laugh. Soon after, his began to quickly lose his blood. It poured from him like water to a creek. It seemed as though it would never stop. His legs shaking, he grunted, his eyes tearing up in fear of what he knew would happen.