OMG, its been like...a while since i updated -.-; IM SO SORRY, i was just busy typing out other stories. if anyone wants to check out some original stories that i've written just go to and search for the author : sesshyfanchick :D here's your chappeh and I hope you enjoy it cause i had a nice time typing it :3

CHAPPEH 9: IT'S BIG

White, pure white.

That was all she could see, just a torrent of vibrant white. Kagome moved her head from side to side, trying to further awaken herself. It didn't help much for her eyes were still groggy and her body felt numb.

Kagome squinted her eyes and forced them open. She grimaced, the white light burning through her brown orbs.

'So bright,' she said to herself. Finally she could see. Her vision was still a bit blurry but nonetheless she could manage to make out certain things.

"AH!" she screamed.

Two golden eyes stared down at her, so hollow and void of emotion. She wanted to reach out and poke them, so that she would never have to stare within their hollow depths...but something stopped her. She grew dizzy, as if someone were pulling down on her, dragging her to the ground. Then everything went black.

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Kagome shot up, her breathing heavy, tiny beads of sweat flinging off her face. She brought a hand up and smoothed down her hair, whiping at her forehead while taking deep breaths. She shivered as she remembered what she had dreamt.

Those two golden eyes, those eerie yellow orbs were so...vibrant yet dull, as if all the life had been sucked out of them. They were vibrant, yet there was something lacking. Kagome shook her head free from the dream. There was no time to be dawdling on such matters, there were more important things on hand.

For the first time, Kagome looked around her, taking in her surroundings. Her eyes widened magnificently as she discovered that she was no longer in the library anymore. In fact, she was far from it.

She was surrounded by green, nothing but green. Lush vines swooped in from above her head, dangling down thick jagged tree trunks like cobwebs. The mix of dense leaves and prickly twigs prodded through her jeans, tickling her legs and chilling her exposed flesh. She was in some sort of jungle, a very thick and dense jungle.

She found herself smiling as her eyes landed upon an array of tropical flowers, each one shaded a different color. She looked up, searching for a hint of blue but the foliage was too dense and packed together to show the sky.

"Where am I?" she wondered aloud, her eyebrow quirking in confusion.

"Is it not obvious?"

Kagome stiffened, clearly jostled by the sudden extra voice. She whipped her head around and nearly died where she sat.

"W-what??" she stammered, her mouth agape. She was dreaming, there was no way that what she was seeing was possibly real.

"What?" the voice mimicked.

Kagome shook her head, her heart pounding and her eyes wide. Her mouth was still open, too paralyzed by shock to close on its own.

Kagome quickly scrambled up, her hands sticking out wide as if she were a deer caught in headlights. She ebbed away, too scared to go near yet too afraid to leave. Nothing was making sense, how could this possibly happen?

Sesshoumaru stared up at her, his white eyebrow cocked slightly. His silver hair pooled in around him, shiny and translucent. Green leaves were scattered about in his lap, an assortment of vines and twigs entangled in his hair.

Kagome stuck out her index finger, pointing down at him. She was trembling, looking like she was accusing him of some sort of crime.

"You're big!!" she yelled.

Indeed, he was big. Sesshoumaru, his once former doll size had diminished and now here he was, sitting as a grown man at least five inches taller than her. Kagome's mind was confused, spinning with illogical thoughts. How...how was it possible? How could something so small...suddenly sprout to the size of a six foot tall man?

Kagome looked around her, her eyes ravishing her surroundings. Maybe she was dreaming or something, that was always a possibility. She woke up in a jungle for crying out loud, she must be dreaming!

Kagome brought her twitching fingers to her skin. She brought her index finger and her thumb together and pinched her flesh. Kagome let out a tiny yelp but still remained where she was.

She looked about her once more, as if expecting a giant meteor to fall out of the sky.

"I'm not dreaming?!" she screamed, stamping her foot against the grassy ground. The leaves beneath her crunched.

Sesshoumaru stared at her, his yellow orbs watching in mock fascination. What was she rambling on about? He looked at his hands and then at himself, if one could do that. Indeed, he had noticed that he had grown by a fairly great amount, but he didn't let that aspect deter him. Sure, he had wondered why his body was no longer petite and instead a six foot tall man with real flesh, but it was nothing of importance...yet.

He took a clawed finger and gently twirled it around a cascading lock of white hair. He had to ponder at his turn of events, he definitely had to think it through, but he could save that for a later time.

Kagome inhaled, taking in a great gusts of fresh air, then exhaled it all in a calm, sweeping motion. She had to compose herself or else she was going to bring herself into a self-induced panic attack.

'Okay, Sesshoumaru's no longer a doll,' she told herself, her hand cocked under her chin. How was it possible?! The aspect still bothered her, poking away at her insides and sending off warning bells. She would have never thought, not even in her lifetime, that Sesshoumaru would be taller than her. She only saw him as a doll: a one foot high doll. Yet now...it was going to be a bit difficult now that he was about six feet, almost five inches taller than her.

"Alright, alright," Kagome spoke loudly, sticking her hands out in front of her in means of peace. "I've saw it, I let it sink in and now I'm partially over it." He was still sitting on the ground, the worm-eaten leaves and prickly twigs surrounding him like an encircling halo. Kagome fought hard to keep the blush from rising in her cheeks. He looked too surreal, too ethereal to believe that he had once been a mere doll, and now here he was sitting before her, his beauty intact and well...grown. She was amazed at how pale his skin was, now that it was no longer covered in porcelain. She would have thought that his skin would at least have some hues of peach mixed in, but his skin was pure white. She almost had to cover her eyes with her hand because of its vibrant brilliance. And don't even get her started on his hair...

"Alright...Sesshoumaru, if that is your real name," Kagome mocked, her left eye squinting in suspicion. She already knew that he was undoubtedly the same Sesshoumaru from before; the dollish Sesshoumaru, yet she just couldn't get that fact embedded into her head. A girl had her suspicions.

He didn't answer her, his golden eyes glimmering with yellow light as he scanned the ground. She could see the green vines and brown trees reflected within them.

'Well he sure hasn't changed,' Kagome thought wryly, huffing in a pout. She was disappointed that only his appearance had changed and not his attitude. 'He still needs to work on that. First things first though, we gotta' find out where we are.'

She began trotting back and forth, her eyes scanning the mass of dense foliage. How could they have gotten here? She couldn't really remember anything, her mind was still a bit fuzzy. Without knowing it, Kagome had walked over to Sesshoumaru and plopped herself beside him, her hand gripping her chin in thought.

How did they get there? She lived no where near any kind of jungle and she doubted that someone had knocked her unconscious and kidnapped her to some secluded area out in the wilderness...sometimes her imagination got the best of her.

Sesshoumaru didn't mind that she had sat next to him, he merely shifted in his seat and scooted a few inches away. The girl had too many raging emotions and it was quite difficult to predict her next move at times. It looked as if she were in deep thought, her brow furrowed and her brown eyes set and determined. She looked calculative, speculative, the first time he had ever seen her this serious. Perhaps he should try to help her in her speculations?

"Hmph." He wouldn't waste his time on her.

Kagome cocked her head at the sudden outburst of noise. Had he just grunted?

"Sesshoumaru," she asked, turning to look at him. He was looking at the tops of the trees, seeming to search for the hidden sky. "Do you remember anything?" He had to remember something. She already knew by experience that he was calculative and cunning, so there was hope that he would have remembered even the slightest bit of information, no matter how small.

After a long moment of silence, Kagome gave up and sighed. She hung her head dejectedly, resting her forehead upon her knee. It hurt to think like that. But why couldn't she remember anything?! She could feel her mind churning, trying to seek the answers to her many questions, but it felt as if every time she grasped it, it slipped away and that's what made her truly frustrated. They were so close, yet so far away.

"Books," she heard him say, startled at the sudden sound. Suddenly, as if a light just flashed before her eyes, Kagome stood up, her arms stiff and legs straight.

"Rii!!" she yelled out into the jungle, the birds up above fluttering from their trees. "He was the one! We were at the library and he did something...!" Kagome whirled around, looking down at Sesshoumaru still planted on the jungle floor. He was aloof, his golden eyes hollow and void of emotion. She saw his index finger fiddling with a strand of his hair. How could he just sit there, so relaxed and uncaring. They were in a freaking jungle for crying out loud, probably miles away from their home, well her home that is.

"Did you hear me?" Kagome asked, one of her hands setting itself upon her waist. "Rii was the one! He poked my forehead and we ended up here!"

"And what would you propose to do about it?" Sesshoumaru asked softly, his gaze averting elsewhere. Kagome shut her mouth, stumped at the statement. What could she do? Obviously, there was no point in just sitting where she was when she could be out exploring the jungle, trying to figure out a way home.

Yes, she wouldn't just sit there and let the world pass by her.

"Sesshoumaru," she called, taking a step near him. "We gotta' get out of here. We have to find a way back home. I have no idea where we are, but it's pointless to just sit here and wait for some miraculous god to come save us." He stared at her, his eyes slanted. Maybe he didn't agree with her but she didn't really care at the moment. There was no way she'd spend the rest of her time sitting next to a non-talkative "used-to-be" doll.

"Come on!" she hollered and made to grab towards his hair, but his hand shot out and gripped her around the wrist. Kagome's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her. His hand was surprisingly warm. It was the first time that she had felt his skin so...alive. When he was doll, he was always so cold that sometimes she was afraid of touching him in fear that she might freeze. He did look a cold freak at first glance, but his skin was warm.

Suddenly, a sharp sting rendered her out of her thoughts. It was coming from her wrist. She looked at her wrist, a red liquid seeping from between Sesshoumaru's fingers. He was bleeding...or wait...she was bleeding. She looked at Sesshoumaru, not really knowing what to do. He was emotionless, his gaze boring into her own. It made her shiver. She really didn't like to look at him when he had his emotionless mask on, it just made her think of him as something you couldn't interact with. She didn't want to think that way of him, but sometimes he gave her no choice.

"Let go," she said quietly and he did, his slender fingers uncurling from her wrist. His fingers were shining with her blood.

Kagome let out a muffled gasp as she saw her wrist, a deep gash etched into her flesh. It was bleeding profusely, droplets of blood spilling onto the grassy ground. It hurt a lot, it stung terribly but Kagome didn't cry. She was starting to wonder if he liked hurting her. Maybe he was one of those silent types who liked to see people get hurt physically. She'd really be freaked out by him if it was starting to become a habit of his.

Kagome cleared her throat and stood up straight, turning her back to him. She felt awkward and a bit uncomfortable at the moment. He had hurt her...again and she was starting to think that maybe he hated her in someway. Kagome shook her head and trudged her feet through the dense foliage. If that's what he thought of her then so be it, no use in wasting her brain cells on thinking over it.

"You can stay here then, since you despise my presence so much," she said between her teeth, moving further and further away. "I'll find a way back home myself." And with that she walked on forward, her body fizzing away behind the lush expanse of viney trees and mossy ground.

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He didn't move when she vanished behind the trees, her body disappearing altogether. He really didn't care for her well-being. He was on his own now, free from the chains that bound himself to her, refrencing towards his once former doll-self. It had taken him some time in getting used to the way his limbs moved, since he moved quite differently when he was doll, but nonetheless he adjusted just fine.

His nose crinkled at the smell of her blood, drying upon the flesh of his hand. It smelled metallicy and gross, filtering in through his nostrils. He truly despised the blood of mortals, the smell was poison to his senses.

That just meant he could smell better. His senses were heightened, his nose taking in all the different scents of pine, crisp leaves and mossy trees while his eyesight was more acute than ever. Everything was sharp and clear and fitted his being perfectly.

"As it should be," he said calmly, rubbing the palm of his hand against the ground. When he had first awakened, materialized into being that night so long ago, she had said that he was made in spite of resemblance to another. She said all his senses were much greater than hers but since he was a doll, all those sense were a bit muffled.

Now he could experience them to the fullest, no longer blocked by dollish inconviences. Yes, he still had to get her for that. He would indeed punish her.

"She will die."

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Why couldn't his attitude change?! Kagome was fuming, her hands flailing out into the air to sweep over some interfering vine or bush. He was always so...non-challant, emotionless that it made you think that coming near him would freeze you in time. Why couldn't he be a bit more...expressive? He would at least be able to get by in the world more efficiently, since he was no longer in doll form any longer. She still wondered at that. He was no longer a doll anymore, the thought still didn't sit well with her and the fact of it was that...she couldn't treat him as a doll any longer.

He probably had real, flowing blood in his veins now, he was at least five to six inches taller than her and he was beautifully intimidating. She had never been close to a real life person that breathtaking and now that Sesshoumaru wasn't a doll any longer...it just made her realize how real he really was. When he was a doll, she didn't have to feel intimidated by him, since he was so small compared to her, but now...it was entirely different.

Kagome sighed and reached out her hand to land against the scratchy bark of a nearby tree, laden with spiraling vines and overgrown moss. She leaned her forehead against it, tapping her fingers along the bark of the tree.

She was getting no where. She was encased in nothing but trees and moss, vines spindling out from above, threatening to curl around her neck and choke her to death. She hadn't spotted any sign of life, any sign of civilization and she was starting to worry that she may never be able to find it.

Her thoughts strayed towards Sesshoumaru, a picture of his lithe body still sitting on the grass, his silver hair pooling in around him. She didn't know why she had blushed when he was so thoroughly infuriating her, even when he wasn't even there! Maybe she growing crazy?

"Gahhh!!" she pouted, banging her head against the tree. "I hate you!" She whirled around but gasped as she hit something.

A little disoriented, she rubbed her forehead and looked up. Her eyes widened, quivering under the intense gaze of gold.

Sesshoumaru stood there, his silver hair trickling down his back and his eyes solid and golden, void and hollow. It was her first time seeing him this tall, so sure she was at a little loss for words. She fought to keep the red away that was slowly creeping its way towards her cheeks. She looked away, her hand rubbing against her wrist. She couldn't wrap it or anything so she had just let it bleed until it could bleed no more. Now it was nothing but a slightly moist crust. Disgusting.

"Why are you here?" she asked dejectedly, trying to keep her eyes from slipping to his face. She was amazed by how tall he was, his slender form towering over her. He looked really good in his yukata.

"Whatever," she said aloud, more to herself and made to move. "If you wanna' follow, I don't care just don't drag me down." And with that she huffed away, stocking off towards god knows where.

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'Refrain from the omg, refrain from the omg.'

"OMG!," Kagome wailed, plopping her exhausted body onto a nearby rock. Everything was just too tiring for her. They had been traveling through the jungle for at least two hours now and they hadn't gotten anywhere. She was filthy, covered in leaves and tendrils of vines. Plus, she was sweating. It wasn't all that hot, but being encased in nothing but trees and grass... your bound to sweat.

She looked up from her seated position to find Sesshoumaru still standing, his body intact. She had to wonder at his strength and traveling capability. She used to outmatch him when it came to walking but now it was completely the other way around. His breathing was steady and calm, traces of sweat yet to be found. It was as if nothing could tarnish him.

"No wonder you're a doll," she said absentmindedly. Kagome leaned back against the rock, her palms scratching over its jagged surface. She took a moment to calm herself, letting the faint gust of wind cool her moist skin. If she were to travel any further then the least she could do was rest her worn body. She didn't know about Sesshoumaru, but judging by his current state, she doubted he needed any rest.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled, letting her chest rise and fall. Everything was starting to turn complicated in her life, too difficult for her to handle. First she was placed as an owner to some freaky doll that could move and talk of its own accord, second she was outrageously confused by Rii's outlandish and spiraling character, and now...she was in a damn jungle with no way out of it.

'What's next?' she thought.

A large boom and the sweeping of trees crashed through the forest, startling Kagome so severely that she fell off her rock and landed on the ground.

"Spoke to soon," she muttered.

"Ghastly wolf!!" A voice echoed throughout the forest, it's rage threatening to split the ground. Everything was so loud and thunderous that Kagome thought her ear drums would shatter. She quickly found Sesshoumaru, making sure if he was okay or not. It was as if nothing had happened. He was merely standing there, his eyes searching the tops of the trees.

"Ahh!" Kagome screamed, as something cut through the tree tops, exposing the sky outside. A brown streak of air cut through the ground, sending off hordes of twigs and leaves hurling into the air. Kagome's hair fluttered against the new wind, twigs entangling in her hair.

Whatever the thing was, it was sure powerful.

"I command you to halt!" the voice cried again and then Kagome saw her. Her eyes quivered as she saw the form of a woman up above, floating on a...feather.

'Does my life get any weirder?!' she screamed to herself. The woman riding the feather floated near to the ground, a black fan waving in her hand. Kagome could see now that the woman had black hair tied up into a scraggly bun, white and dark-red yukata sleeves swishing in the breeze. Her eyes were a bright red, piercing through the air as if she were searching for something intently.

"Come out you savage beast!" the woman cried, twirling her fan in the air. Just then, the brown streak swooshed through the air, speeding right past the woman on the feather. At first the woman was surprised but she quickly spun her fan and opened it, aiming towards the streaks direction.

"Dance of Blades!" she cried with ferocity, a gush of scissor like wind protruding form her fan. The sharp wind pierced through the air, crashing its way towards the unidentified being.

"Watch where you're pointing that thing bitch!"

'So that fast thing is a man or something,' Kagome thought. Kagome stiffened as she saw the white clouds of the wind coming towards her, leaving behind a disastrous path of broken trees and gashed vines.

"Ahh!" she screamed and ran like the devil, yanking on Sesshoumaru's yukata sleeve and dragging him after her. She had to get somewhere safe or else they were done for. Kagome spotted a clearing ahead, safe enough to keep them out of danger yet close enough to watch the battle ensue from up above.

The woman on the feather was furious, fire dancing in her blood red eyes. She snapped her fan shut, her eyes scanning the area once more.

Just then, a tornado appeared out of nowhere, grassy foliage and dust encircling around it. The tornado was so strong that Kagome could feel its intensity scrape against her face, sending strands of black hair sticking to her face. She coughed when a strand of silver hair went into her mouth.

She watched as the tornado died down and her eyes widened with mock fascination as she stared at the man now standing pridefully on the ground. The winds died down, tiny gusts swirling at his fur wrapped legs. He was tall, broad and muscular, his long black pony tail fluttering madly in the wind.

"Kagura, you witch, come down and fight," the man yelled from the ground, his crystal blue eyes penetrating and disastrous. Kagome saw that he had fangs, their sparkling finish glinting at her.

He was furious as well, his jaw aligned and set, his brow furrowed and twisted.

'H-he has a tail...and...a skirt,' Kagome thought. She felt like fainting. It was too much for her. She was stuck in the middle of a battle between two furious strangers that wanted to practically kill each other and to top it all off, one of the opponents was a cross-dresser. What other strange things did life want to hurl at her?

Everything went still. The wind vanished, the leaves dieing down from their twisting and twirling amid the air. The light from the sky was shining above, cascading the sun's faithful rays down onto the two figures waiting in silence below. Kagome was amazed at how refined they looked, the sunlight making both their figures glow with victorious radiance.

She looked at Sesshoumaru, his head cocked and his eyes silently watching the two figures before them. It would look as if he were studying them, but she couldn't deduce that accurately by merely looking at him, it was no easy task trying to figure out what Sesshoumaru was thinking.

Kagura, since that is what the man had called her, slanted her red eyes. She swished her fan open, fanning her face while she glared daggers down at the black haired man. The man shifted his legs, sending them into a battle-ready stance. Kagome saw his fists clench.

"Kagura, I will kill you today on behalf of my fallen comrades!" the man shouted, his fangs gnashing at Kagura. "If it wasn't for your trickery they'd be alive."

Kagura lifted the fan from her face, setting it down upon her lap.

"Oh please," she said mockingly, her voice strong and unamused. "They were weak in battle, you're better off without them." With that simple statement the man kicked off the ground, his fists clenched tightly. He was so fast that Kagome's eyes couldn't keep up with him. He was heading straight towards Kagura.

Kagura merely smirked and raised her fan, snapping it shut.

"Dance of Blades!" she yelled, cutting her fan through the air. The man flipped backwards, his amazing footwork dancing through the air. He landed mutely on the branch of a nearby tree and waited for Kagura to notice.

"So fast, Koga," she drawled, swishing her fan back open. "Your skills would do very nicely under my Liege." Koga huffed and dragged his claws along the tree bark.

"Shut up and keep your foolish thoughts to yourself!" he yelled across to her and jumped off of the tree branch, heading straight towards her. He swished in the wind, cutting across the air like a deadly knife. Kagura reacted instinctively and raised her fan again.

"Dance of Blades!" she screamed, directing it at Koga. He moved swiftly, avoiding the attack, his body still aimed towards her. He twisted and flipped through the air, landing on an occasional tree here and there for support. His feet kicked off of a large oak tree, sending him at Kagura again.

"Dance of Blades!" she yelled again, sweeping her hand in feverish movements. Trees exploded, sending vines, leaves and dirt everywhere. Kagome hacked on a particle of dirt that had escaped into her mouth. Koga and Kagura were nearly destroying everything on sight!

Koga dashed off a tree once more, slashing through Kagura's feather. She shifted in her seat a bit but didn't fall off. Instead, she sped away out of danger. She halted a good distance across from Koga, her breath heavy and hear disheveled.

"You are going to pay with your life, wolf!" she hollered and twirled her hand in the air, her fan spread wide open. "Bye-bye now. DANCE OF THE DRAGON!" A huge gust of wind exploded from within the fan, disengaging and flying straight towards Koga. He was so caught up on directing himself towards her for another slice that he didn't have enough reaction time to speed out of the way. Kagome watched as Koga was engulfed by the shredding winds, gust of white air swirling about him.

She watched as his body was thrashed violently in the air, his head tilted back and his eyes wide and open. The winds cut into his body, blood spurting out of gashes marked everywhere on his flesh. The ground beneath him was twirling madly, vines and leaves dancing wildly against the wind. Kagome watched in horror, too afraid to move. He was dying right in front of her eyes, his body practically being hacked to bits. She had to do something, but she didn't know what. What was she supposed to do?!

She turned to Sesshoumaru, to find out what reaction he was getting out of the violent battle. As figured, he was merely staring, as if the sight of someone being hacked by a knife-like wind was an everyday thing. Kagome refrained herself from sticking her tongue out at him and resumed her gaze towards the battle.

The winds that encircled him were dying down, almost disappearing altogether. His body was lowered to the ground, finally thrown brutally onto the floor like a rag-doll as the winds left.

He was bloody and bruised, red liquid oozing out of deep gashes left by Kagura's vicious onslaught. His black pony tail was splayed out onto the ground like a dark spider-web, arms and legs thrown at odd angles. Kagome couldn't believe that she had seen him just a little while ago, live and proud, ready to defeat his opponent. Now here he was, his battered body limp and unmoving. It almost made her want to cry, but she stopped herself from doing so. The time and place was hardly suitable for such things.

"Sesshoumaru," she whispered to him, her eyes set upon Kagura as her feather slowly lowered to the ground. She watched Kagura retract the feather with a swoop of her hand, the large thing shrinking down into an ordinary sized feather. She took the tiny thing between her middle and index finger and stuck it into her disheveled bun.

"Insolent fool," she mocked at him, sending out a toe to prod at his lifeless body. Kagome watched, anger starting to fuel her. She turned towards Sesshoumaru once more, his eyes cool and calculative.

"Your head is more of a prize than your body," she heard Kagura say. Kagome began to panic, her hand moving towards Sesshoumaru's yukata sleeve to tug at it.

"Sesshoumaru," she continued, her voice pleading. "We gotta' do something, she's gonna' cut his head off!" She felt rushed, as if she just wanted to dash over towards the battered Koga and stop Kagura from whatever she was about to do. She couldn't just sit there and watch as his already lifeless body was hacked away even more by removal of his head. She was too good natured, she'd never be able to forgive herself if something like that might happen when she could have done something to stop it. She already felt the failure sinking in by Koga's lifeless state.

After a few perilous seconds ticked by, Kagome decided. She couldn't just sit there, she had to something, anything. She would at least die proud.

She stood up and made to move but a firm hand wrapped itself around her gashed wrist. She winced but didn't let the pain bother her. She turned her head, staring at Sesshoumaru. His slender fingers were wrapped around her wrist, halting her of further movement.

"Let go," she said calmly, trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice. He didn't reply but merely held onto her wrist even tighter.

"He is not dead," he said calmly, eyes still staring out to the battle field. Kagome was baffled at that. How would he know if Koga was dead or not?

"Dead or not, I'm not gonna' let Kagura decapitate him," she responded, tugging at her wrist in means of release.

"He is of no concern to us," he merely said, his voice low and soft. Kagome halted, surprised at his statement. What did he mean by that? Did he truly not care for the life of another? Kagome wondered what he would do if he found her lying on the floor, blood oozing from a bullet wound shot through her stomach. Would he just leave her there to die? Kagome huffed and tugged harder.

"He may be of no concern to you, but he is to me," she said through gritted teeth. "If he is alive, then that just makes me even more determined to try to help him." Kagome tugged harshly at her wrist and freed herself, stepping over a bush and heading out towards the battle-field. She was nervous and jittery, not really knowing what to do. She managed to calm herself.

She was already out in the open, no use in trying to go back unnoticed.

"Stay where you are girl," Kagura said mutely, not even looking up. Kagome obeyed, scared stiff in her tracks. How did Kagura know that she was there when she hadn't even looked up?

"Who are you and why are you here?" Kagura asked shrewdly, her fan waving in her hand. She picked her head up and turned towards Kagome, her eyes shining like ruby-red diamonds. Kagome could just imagine her red lips smirking under her fan.

"I-I'm not gonna' answer that, but I will say this," Kagome stuttered, taking a big gulp. "Don't hurt him anymore."

Kagura's eyes widened then squinted, her fan fanning more agressively in front of her face.

"Fool, he is already dead," Kagura responded, looking down at Koga's lifeless body. "All I need is his head and you won't be seeing me anymore." Kagura made to turn but Kagome stopped her.

"I said don't!" Kagome hollered, her fists clenching. "Don't you even touch him!"

Kagura sighed, impatience clear within her face. She turned around completely, ignoring Kagome's pleads for her to stop and raised her hand, fan in the air awaiting for another strike.

Kagome acted on instinct, sprinting towards Kagura and throwing herself at her. She hit Kagura's stomach with a thud, knocking the wind out of herself.

"Stupid wench!" Kagura yelled, throwing Kagome harshly to the ground. "You have tested my patience." Kagome rubbed her backside, trying to tend to her stomach. It really hurted but she wasn't going to let her pain stand in the way. She couldn't let Kagura chop Koga's head off...but...as she looked up her mind already had a say to that,

'Too late.'

"Dance of Blades!" Kagura screamed, a gush of scissor-like wind hurling towards Kagome.

Kagome screamed, shielding her face from the brutal attack. She was afraid, too scared to move, too afraid to breath even.

'This is it, I'm gonna die.' And that thought alone almost made her gush with tears. The winds grew nearer, the ferocity of the attack instensifying with its advancement. The noise hurt her ears, her hair fluttering everywhere like a pack of jittery butterflies. And all she could do was stare, wide-eyed and frightened out of her wits. How did it feel like to die? The only thing left to her was the count-down.

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END OF 9TH CHAPPEH:D now i have kagura and koga embedded into the plot...WOAH. i tried my best at the action parts, really i tried so i'm sorry for its horribleness D: thank you for reading this far and please leave a review...OR I'LL RAPE YOU...jk jk...no seriously 0.o

and no, they are not in the sengoku jedai...somewhere else...:3

next time: jealousy, a new world and...stuff 0.0