Spider, Part Seventeen
"Deception "
by Vega
Many weeks passed before I was fully healed, and I spent the majority of them in the den. Once or twice I ventured outside to take in the lush waterfall-fed oasis in the middle of this rocky mountain range, but mostly it hurt too much to walk that far.
Other days I just sat on the edge of the entrance to the cave and dangled my feet under the waterfall, watching the wolves and men come and go, trading hellos and crude jokes as they passed. I began to really like my wolvish 'brothers', even though I knew one day I'd have to leave them.
I think the title 'sister' became less of a nick-name and more of a belief as time wore on.
Ginta hung around me more than most, and we formed a nice friendship. I could tell that he kept pressing for more, wanting me to return his affections. Mostly I think because he really did like me, but also because the longer I resisted his advances, the more interested some of the others became.
Kabau appointed himself my chaperone and except when I had to go to the washroom, followed me everywhere. At these times he just lay beside me, shamelessly eliciting belly rubs and scraps of meat that the passing hunters dropped in front of his nose.
Those days that I sat by the waterfall, one of the youkai men dropped a dead bird in my lap, which I suppose he thought was a gift, but only grossed me out. When he walked away, looking smug after I tentatively thanked him, I pushed the bird under Kabau's nose and let him eat it.
He chewed and crunched noisily, tongue lolling to the side in a doggish grin of amusement at my disgust.
Another man gave me the worst looking but well-intentioned bouquet of wildflowers I had ever gotten, and I had to wash them down the river because the goldenrod was making me sneeze.
When Kouga came by me on the way in, he's reach down and pat the top of my head like a master coming home to a dog, which I found actually very soothing. He never really looked at me those times, but I followed him with my eyes when he went by and caught his bright blue eyes flickering back at me once or twice.
For some reason it made the blood rise on my face.
I began to join the pack for meals, sitting with them around one of the three fires - whichever one Kouga was at, if I could help it, for many of the men had wandering eyes and tails - and trading stories and jokes. None of them tried to use my real name, and just called me "sister", which made a little warm fuzzy spot in my tummy.
I managed to convince Kouga to let me go outside to bathe one day, as the greasiness of my hair and fuzziness of my teeth was really starting to bother me, and he only reluctantly agreed. I figured I'd have to do a lot to earn his trust enough for him to allow me an unsupervised chance to escape.
Which, of course, had it's drawbacks, for the more I earned his trust, the more I started to enjoy being around him, and the more guilty I felt for knowing that I was planning to betray him.
After our argument over Kagome that night, neither Kouga nor I spoke her name around the other again, but I knew from the whispers of those around us that he still vanished now and again to go find her and make sure she was alright. Which was, in my mind, equally spooky as it was charming.
I wondered if the Miko knew she had a stalker.
The day Kouga announced me fit enough to mate, I knew the time had come. I had to make a break for it. My ribs were healed and I no longer held any bruises. The cuts and gashes had all healed to the point of no longer needing bandaging, and although some were still tender, there was no danger of them opening again, or of infection.
The particularly nasty gash that Naraku had opened on my chest had shrunk into an angry red welted scar that I resigned to accept would never go away. Ginta, in a moment of trying to lift my sprits, called it a noble mark and proof of my strength.
I thanked him, then shifted away a few bum spaces.
The bite that Naraku had given my right wrist was still unhealed and sometimes, in the dead of night, would begin to bleed. I kept this fact a secret, worried that Kouga would want to chop off that part of my arm or something if he thought it may endanger his pack, and re-bound the wound myself whenever it happened. Kabau understood what was happening, but never tipped off anyone else, as far as I knew.
He was smart for a wolf, and I wondered if he was more than just a simple animal - maybe he was a youkai that preferred wolf-shape? The moment that thought had occurred to me, I was careful with what I said and did around him. He could have been reporting back to Kouga without my knowing it.
My right arm had begun to heal as well, though it was taking a longer time, the elderly medicine wolf said, because I still had the youkai's poisons burning in my veins, and probably would for the rest of my life. The worst of the burns had begun to glisten with the juicy pink overskin of repairing tissue, while the milder ones had already begun to scar in a grotesque spider-webbing pattern.
I could move my right hand freely now, clenching and unclenching fists and wriggling my fingers. It would be a while before the atrophied muscles were strong enough again to actually allow me to hold or pick something up, but I was working on it. I made a point of balling my hand into a fist as many times a day as possible, trying to get the mobility back.
Damned if I would let that youkai bastard cripple me.
When Kouga inspected my body, eyes dispassionately and clinically sweeping my nude form, and decided that I was fit enough to have a mate and bear pups, I begged him not to tell anyone yet and pulled him aside.
Most of the Pack, thankfully, was outside enjoying the warm summer's day, and my audience consisted of only Kouga and the medicine-wolf. The latter of which dismissed himself and walked outside, probably to inform everyone of my condition. I could imagine the line ups that might have started already.
"Please, Kouga," I begged, and pressed my hands to his chest armour even as he helped me shrug my worn and dirty kimono back on, "I don't want a mate!"
His eyes dart up to mine and I saw the surprise and the mild hurt that was in them - I had betrayed his hospitality by my refusal and we both knew it. After a moment of studying my face, he deigned to ignore my utterance and re-adjusted the lapels of my robe before tying the waistband shut for me. "We'll make you a better skirt out of the next rabbit pelt," he said, and I could hear the strain in his voice, "And I'll have some torso armour made as well. We can line that with fur, it'll be more comfortable."
"Kouga," I whined, "Please, I'm not ready to be a mother."
His eyes narrowed and for a moment, electric fire danced in their depths. His hands closed over my shoulders, and none to gently at that. "You are of an age. Your body is ready to bear pups - I could smell the moon-blood last week. We all could."
"But!" I cried, feeling like we were arguing in circles, "I'm not prepared mentally, I mean!"
"You'll have the six months before your pups are born to adjust. I have already promised Ginta."
I shook my head and felt the tears squeezing out to cling to my eyelashes. "I don't WANT Ginta!"
Kouga tucked a finger under my chin and used it to bring my face up to his. "I'm the alpha male - you'll do as I say."
When I heard Ginta's joyful voice calling "Sister!" from the other side of the waterfall, the splashing that indicated that he'd jumped through the water and was now coming towards us, my heart jumped into my throat and I got desperate.
In that brief second, I had decided, and gambled with my life.
I took advantage of our proximity and threw my arms around Kouga's neck and slid my body up against his. Desperately, I pressed my lips against his own. His gasp of shock allowed me to slip my tongue in and deepen the kiss.
I heard Ginta's yelp, then his footsteps retreating as if someone had just struck him on the muzzle with a rolled up newspaper. My heart wrenched in sorrow.
'I'm sorry, brother,' I thought, 'but I have to. You'll understand later.'
When Kouga gathered his wits enough to shove me off of him, I hung my head and let the tears slip down my cheeks, unchecked. "I'm sorry, Kouga," I whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you by--"
The rest of my sentence was cut off when Kouga swept me back up into his embrace and kissed me soundly, my gasp of shock allowing his tongue entrance this time. I didn't know what to think – did this mean that Kouga actually felt something for me?
But I thought he loved the Miko girl!
I had kissed him to prevent Ginta for asking for me to be his mate... and it looked like my plan had worked. A little too well. Now I was obligated to go along with my deception and let Kouga do whatever he wanted, let him think it was actually HIM I wanted, or I could push him off me right now, confess everything, and probably get killed for my insolence.
Swallowing my tears, I kissed him back.
~~~
The kiss only ended when the intense pain in my right wrist flared to life. I yanked my head away from Kouga and screamed, clutching at the wound and crumbling to the floor.
"What's wrong?" he asked, worry all over his face and voice. Reluctantly I allowed him to peel back the bandage and his eyes widened as he saw that the bite was bleeding.
"It... it's burning..." I said, my own voice constricted with tears. "I think it means he's killing..."
Kouga's voice burned with possessiveness. "He? What 'he'?"
"The man who... who beat me... Naraku."
"Naraku," Kouga repeated in a growling voice. "Again Naraku."
I looked up, one hand still clenched around my throbbing wrist. "Again?"
"Kagome and the mutt-face have mentioned that they are hunting him, and this morning I was summoned to the Northern Tribe's den to discuss the threat of his existence with their pack-leader."
I nodded, biting my lip. "He's bad news, Kouga. You'll have to be careful."
He smiled, mistaking my concern for the pack as concern for the one he thought I loved. "We'll kill him, no problem," he gloated, and held up his own right arm for me to see. Where the scar from the Gokurakuchou fight had been the skin was now whole and a small glint of magenta shone through his skin. "I found another shard today - I will be strong and fast and I'll kill the bastard before he even sees me coming." His grin spread. "And then I'll track down that mutt-face and kill him to, and take Kagome for myself."
I sat back slowly, unsure what this news meant.
"I'm sorry, sister," he said softly, and patted my head as Hakkaku had once done - condescendingly. "I really do like you - you're strong and smart and brave enough to stand up to me, and you taste really really good... but Kagome can sense the Shikon Shards. As much as I'd like to make you my mate, I need her, too. And I can give you to one of the others."
I pulled away, glaring at him, and staggered to my feet, holding my right arm. "She'll never love you, you know," I hissed. Though why I was being so mean I didn't know. Kouga didn't want me, which was a real blow to the ego, even though I didn't want him. Hadn't my plan worked out perfectly? Ginta would never want me because he thought I was with Kouga, and Kouga didn't want me because I wasn't Kagome. I was safe. And yet... "It's true."
Hurt flashed across the Wolf Prince's face and I plowed on. "I'm from the future, Kouga!" I snapped, and he staggered back a step from the shock of the news. "That's why I was attacked by Naraku! That's why I needed to hide here. That's why I can't be Ginta's mate, and you'll never be Kagome's. I'm from the future and I KNOW that you won't have her. She'll marry Inu Yasha and bear HIS pups."
"You... you're lying..." Kouga whispered, his lips gone white. But in his eyes I could see that he believed me. He had to - I had never lied to him before.
"I am not," I said softly, "and you know it."
"...but... HOW..." he whined and his tail actually tucked between his legs.
"I am their descendant." I looked at my feet, and then pressed one hand over my abdomen, where the tiny piece of Shikon no Tama still rested. Then I brought my eyes back up to meet his. "I am the result of their progeny. That's where my mixed youkai blood comes from, the Inu Taiyoukai, the Kitsune Youkai... Kouga, I can't mate with Ginta because he is my grandfather, three times over. I come from very far in the future – five hundred years, at least. Nine generations, for certain."
He was still backing away, shaking his head. "No. I don't believe you. I won't loose to that mutt face!"
"Forget your fucking PRIDE! She doesn't LOVE YOU," I screamed suddenly, surprising both of us. Silence descended, thick and cold. When I spoke again my voice was a harsh and hurt whisper. "She doesn't love you."
Kouga's mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. Finally, he managed to force out, "... do you?"
"I... beg your pardon?"
There was a long pause, and then he said, "Do you love me? Is that... is that why you kissed me?"
"I... I don't know." The confession caught me off guard. Did I love Kouga? Well, I certainly owed him for everything he had done for me, and he treated me a damn slight better than my previous host had. And he was handsome, there was no doubt about that. And strong. And willing to do whatever it took to protect he cared about. And annoying as it was, his refusal to give up on Kagome was sort of appealing.
But did that mean I love him?
I liked it when he talked to only me. My skin tingled whenever he touched me. The food he brought me always seemed to taste better than anyone else's. And I was desperately lonely whenever he wasn't around.
"You don't know?" Kouga repeated, his eyes narrowing into unimpressed slits.
"I... maybe."
"Maybe?" he snorted, and I could tell he was getting angry.
"Kouga, I--"
"Shut-up," he snarled. "I don't want to hear it. This foolishness has already made me late to the meeting in the Northern Tribe's Lands. I'll..." he paused and looked me up and down, "I'll deal with this problem later."
With that he spun on his heel, his pony tail whipping out behind him, and stalked through the waterfall and out of the den.
I didn't know how to respond, so said nothing at all.
I spent the rest of the day in the corner, and not on the pallet Ginta had given me. It felt wrong. I didn't look at anyone or talk to anyone, and when they all left at sunset, I never even wished them good luck.
I wish I had.
They were going to try to ambush Naraku, you see, and that would be the last time I ever saw most of them alive
The next morning Kouga, Ginta, and Hakkaku limped back into the den, Kabau and two other wolves behind them.
No others had survived.
~~~
Author's notes:
Not much to say today. I finished two chapters in a few hours and my arm is killing me tryign to keep up with my brain. But I'm going back to my apartment tomorrow morning and I really want to try to finish this story before I do. That way I don't have the unfinished parts on my parent's computer.
That's why there aren't a lot of reviews replied to today - The other chapter has only been posted for a few hours. ^_^
Reviews:
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"Deception "
by Vega
Many weeks passed before I was fully healed, and I spent the majority of them in the den. Once or twice I ventured outside to take in the lush waterfall-fed oasis in the middle of this rocky mountain range, but mostly it hurt too much to walk that far.
Other days I just sat on the edge of the entrance to the cave and dangled my feet under the waterfall, watching the wolves and men come and go, trading hellos and crude jokes as they passed. I began to really like my wolvish 'brothers', even though I knew one day I'd have to leave them.
I think the title 'sister' became less of a nick-name and more of a belief as time wore on.
Ginta hung around me more than most, and we formed a nice friendship. I could tell that he kept pressing for more, wanting me to return his affections. Mostly I think because he really did like me, but also because the longer I resisted his advances, the more interested some of the others became.
Kabau appointed himself my chaperone and except when I had to go to the washroom, followed me everywhere. At these times he just lay beside me, shamelessly eliciting belly rubs and scraps of meat that the passing hunters dropped in front of his nose.
Those days that I sat by the waterfall, one of the youkai men dropped a dead bird in my lap, which I suppose he thought was a gift, but only grossed me out. When he walked away, looking smug after I tentatively thanked him, I pushed the bird under Kabau's nose and let him eat it.
He chewed and crunched noisily, tongue lolling to the side in a doggish grin of amusement at my disgust.
Another man gave me the worst looking but well-intentioned bouquet of wildflowers I had ever gotten, and I had to wash them down the river because the goldenrod was making me sneeze.
When Kouga came by me on the way in, he's reach down and pat the top of my head like a master coming home to a dog, which I found actually very soothing. He never really looked at me those times, but I followed him with my eyes when he went by and caught his bright blue eyes flickering back at me once or twice.
For some reason it made the blood rise on my face.
I began to join the pack for meals, sitting with them around one of the three fires - whichever one Kouga was at, if I could help it, for many of the men had wandering eyes and tails - and trading stories and jokes. None of them tried to use my real name, and just called me "sister", which made a little warm fuzzy spot in my tummy.
I managed to convince Kouga to let me go outside to bathe one day, as the greasiness of my hair and fuzziness of my teeth was really starting to bother me, and he only reluctantly agreed. I figured I'd have to do a lot to earn his trust enough for him to allow me an unsupervised chance to escape.
Which, of course, had it's drawbacks, for the more I earned his trust, the more I started to enjoy being around him, and the more guilty I felt for knowing that I was planning to betray him.
After our argument over Kagome that night, neither Kouga nor I spoke her name around the other again, but I knew from the whispers of those around us that he still vanished now and again to go find her and make sure she was alright. Which was, in my mind, equally spooky as it was charming.
I wondered if the Miko knew she had a stalker.
The day Kouga announced me fit enough to mate, I knew the time had come. I had to make a break for it. My ribs were healed and I no longer held any bruises. The cuts and gashes had all healed to the point of no longer needing bandaging, and although some were still tender, there was no danger of them opening again, or of infection.
The particularly nasty gash that Naraku had opened on my chest had shrunk into an angry red welted scar that I resigned to accept would never go away. Ginta, in a moment of trying to lift my sprits, called it a noble mark and proof of my strength.
I thanked him, then shifted away a few bum spaces.
The bite that Naraku had given my right wrist was still unhealed and sometimes, in the dead of night, would begin to bleed. I kept this fact a secret, worried that Kouga would want to chop off that part of my arm or something if he thought it may endanger his pack, and re-bound the wound myself whenever it happened. Kabau understood what was happening, but never tipped off anyone else, as far as I knew.
He was smart for a wolf, and I wondered if he was more than just a simple animal - maybe he was a youkai that preferred wolf-shape? The moment that thought had occurred to me, I was careful with what I said and did around him. He could have been reporting back to Kouga without my knowing it.
My right arm had begun to heal as well, though it was taking a longer time, the elderly medicine wolf said, because I still had the youkai's poisons burning in my veins, and probably would for the rest of my life. The worst of the burns had begun to glisten with the juicy pink overskin of repairing tissue, while the milder ones had already begun to scar in a grotesque spider-webbing pattern.
I could move my right hand freely now, clenching and unclenching fists and wriggling my fingers. It would be a while before the atrophied muscles were strong enough again to actually allow me to hold or pick something up, but I was working on it. I made a point of balling my hand into a fist as many times a day as possible, trying to get the mobility back.
Damned if I would let that youkai bastard cripple me.
When Kouga inspected my body, eyes dispassionately and clinically sweeping my nude form, and decided that I was fit enough to have a mate and bear pups, I begged him not to tell anyone yet and pulled him aside.
Most of the Pack, thankfully, was outside enjoying the warm summer's day, and my audience consisted of only Kouga and the medicine-wolf. The latter of which dismissed himself and walked outside, probably to inform everyone of my condition. I could imagine the line ups that might have started already.
"Please, Kouga," I begged, and pressed my hands to his chest armour even as he helped me shrug my worn and dirty kimono back on, "I don't want a mate!"
His eyes dart up to mine and I saw the surprise and the mild hurt that was in them - I had betrayed his hospitality by my refusal and we both knew it. After a moment of studying my face, he deigned to ignore my utterance and re-adjusted the lapels of my robe before tying the waistband shut for me. "We'll make you a better skirt out of the next rabbit pelt," he said, and I could hear the strain in his voice, "And I'll have some torso armour made as well. We can line that with fur, it'll be more comfortable."
"Kouga," I whined, "Please, I'm not ready to be a mother."
His eyes narrowed and for a moment, electric fire danced in their depths. His hands closed over my shoulders, and none to gently at that. "You are of an age. Your body is ready to bear pups - I could smell the moon-blood last week. We all could."
"But!" I cried, feeling like we were arguing in circles, "I'm not prepared mentally, I mean!"
"You'll have the six months before your pups are born to adjust. I have already promised Ginta."
I shook my head and felt the tears squeezing out to cling to my eyelashes. "I don't WANT Ginta!"
Kouga tucked a finger under my chin and used it to bring my face up to his. "I'm the alpha male - you'll do as I say."
When I heard Ginta's joyful voice calling "Sister!" from the other side of the waterfall, the splashing that indicated that he'd jumped through the water and was now coming towards us, my heart jumped into my throat and I got desperate.
In that brief second, I had decided, and gambled with my life.
I took advantage of our proximity and threw my arms around Kouga's neck and slid my body up against his. Desperately, I pressed my lips against his own. His gasp of shock allowed me to slip my tongue in and deepen the kiss.
I heard Ginta's yelp, then his footsteps retreating as if someone had just struck him on the muzzle with a rolled up newspaper. My heart wrenched in sorrow.
'I'm sorry, brother,' I thought, 'but I have to. You'll understand later.'
When Kouga gathered his wits enough to shove me off of him, I hung my head and let the tears slip down my cheeks, unchecked. "I'm sorry, Kouga," I whispered, "I didn't mean to hurt you by--"
The rest of my sentence was cut off when Kouga swept me back up into his embrace and kissed me soundly, my gasp of shock allowing his tongue entrance this time. I didn't know what to think – did this mean that Kouga actually felt something for me?
But I thought he loved the Miko girl!
I had kissed him to prevent Ginta for asking for me to be his mate... and it looked like my plan had worked. A little too well. Now I was obligated to go along with my deception and let Kouga do whatever he wanted, let him think it was actually HIM I wanted, or I could push him off me right now, confess everything, and probably get killed for my insolence.
Swallowing my tears, I kissed him back.
~~~
The kiss only ended when the intense pain in my right wrist flared to life. I yanked my head away from Kouga and screamed, clutching at the wound and crumbling to the floor.
"What's wrong?" he asked, worry all over his face and voice. Reluctantly I allowed him to peel back the bandage and his eyes widened as he saw that the bite was bleeding.
"It... it's burning..." I said, my own voice constricted with tears. "I think it means he's killing..."
Kouga's voice burned with possessiveness. "He? What 'he'?"
"The man who... who beat me... Naraku."
"Naraku," Kouga repeated in a growling voice. "Again Naraku."
I looked up, one hand still clenched around my throbbing wrist. "Again?"
"Kagome and the mutt-face have mentioned that they are hunting him, and this morning I was summoned to the Northern Tribe's den to discuss the threat of his existence with their pack-leader."
I nodded, biting my lip. "He's bad news, Kouga. You'll have to be careful."
He smiled, mistaking my concern for the pack as concern for the one he thought I loved. "We'll kill him, no problem," he gloated, and held up his own right arm for me to see. Where the scar from the Gokurakuchou fight had been the skin was now whole and a small glint of magenta shone through his skin. "I found another shard today - I will be strong and fast and I'll kill the bastard before he even sees me coming." His grin spread. "And then I'll track down that mutt-face and kill him to, and take Kagome for myself."
I sat back slowly, unsure what this news meant.
"I'm sorry, sister," he said softly, and patted my head as Hakkaku had once done - condescendingly. "I really do like you - you're strong and smart and brave enough to stand up to me, and you taste really really good... but Kagome can sense the Shikon Shards. As much as I'd like to make you my mate, I need her, too. And I can give you to one of the others."
I pulled away, glaring at him, and staggered to my feet, holding my right arm. "She'll never love you, you know," I hissed. Though why I was being so mean I didn't know. Kouga didn't want me, which was a real blow to the ego, even though I didn't want him. Hadn't my plan worked out perfectly? Ginta would never want me because he thought I was with Kouga, and Kouga didn't want me because I wasn't Kagome. I was safe. And yet... "It's true."
Hurt flashed across the Wolf Prince's face and I plowed on. "I'm from the future, Kouga!" I snapped, and he staggered back a step from the shock of the news. "That's why I was attacked by Naraku! That's why I needed to hide here. That's why I can't be Ginta's mate, and you'll never be Kagome's. I'm from the future and I KNOW that you won't have her. She'll marry Inu Yasha and bear HIS pups."
"You... you're lying..." Kouga whispered, his lips gone white. But in his eyes I could see that he believed me. He had to - I had never lied to him before.
"I am not," I said softly, "and you know it."
"...but... HOW..." he whined and his tail actually tucked between his legs.
"I am their descendant." I looked at my feet, and then pressed one hand over my abdomen, where the tiny piece of Shikon no Tama still rested. Then I brought my eyes back up to meet his. "I am the result of their progeny. That's where my mixed youkai blood comes from, the Inu Taiyoukai, the Kitsune Youkai... Kouga, I can't mate with Ginta because he is my grandfather, three times over. I come from very far in the future – five hundred years, at least. Nine generations, for certain."
He was still backing away, shaking his head. "No. I don't believe you. I won't loose to that mutt face!"
"Forget your fucking PRIDE! She doesn't LOVE YOU," I screamed suddenly, surprising both of us. Silence descended, thick and cold. When I spoke again my voice was a harsh and hurt whisper. "She doesn't love you."
Kouga's mouth opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. Finally, he managed to force out, "... do you?"
"I... beg your pardon?"
There was a long pause, and then he said, "Do you love me? Is that... is that why you kissed me?"
"I... I don't know." The confession caught me off guard. Did I love Kouga? Well, I certainly owed him for everything he had done for me, and he treated me a damn slight better than my previous host had. And he was handsome, there was no doubt about that. And strong. And willing to do whatever it took to protect he cared about. And annoying as it was, his refusal to give up on Kagome was sort of appealing.
But did that mean I love him?
I liked it when he talked to only me. My skin tingled whenever he touched me. The food he brought me always seemed to taste better than anyone else's. And I was desperately lonely whenever he wasn't around.
"You don't know?" Kouga repeated, his eyes narrowing into unimpressed slits.
"I... maybe."
"Maybe?" he snorted, and I could tell he was getting angry.
"Kouga, I--"
"Shut-up," he snarled. "I don't want to hear it. This foolishness has already made me late to the meeting in the Northern Tribe's Lands. I'll..." he paused and looked me up and down, "I'll deal with this problem later."
With that he spun on his heel, his pony tail whipping out behind him, and stalked through the waterfall and out of the den.
I didn't know how to respond, so said nothing at all.
I spent the rest of the day in the corner, and not on the pallet Ginta had given me. It felt wrong. I didn't look at anyone or talk to anyone, and when they all left at sunset, I never even wished them good luck.
I wish I had.
They were going to try to ambush Naraku, you see, and that would be the last time I ever saw most of them alive
The next morning Kouga, Ginta, and Hakkaku limped back into the den, Kabau and two other wolves behind them.
No others had survived.
~~~
Author's notes:
Not much to say today. I finished two chapters in a few hours and my arm is killing me tryign to keep up with my brain. But I'm going back to my apartment tomorrow morning and I really want to try to finish this story before I do. That way I don't have the unfinished parts on my parent's computer.
That's why there aren't a lot of reviews replied to today - The other chapter has only been posted for a few hours. ^_^
Reviews:
Rainy Diamond12 : Yes, you were close! Congradulations!