I have no idea what happened to me right after the duel, so the following narratives will be in third person, as narrated by my friends after I'd recovered. Thank you.
"Thank you," Sukina said to Dangerfield. He'd transported Malfoy to the nearest hospital after he'd hit that tree on his way to unconsciousness.
"Is she going to be fine?" he asked her.
"I think you'd better be the one to approach her, Sukina-chan. She doesn't look too rational at the moment," Clapika said.
"That's an understatement. Do you want me to accompany you? Maybe I could help by giving her a sedative," Kurama offered.
Sukina was on the verge of declining when she saw Naoko/Karen still crying. "That would be appreciated," she said. She did not mention that she had never seen her sister like this before and that she had no idea how to cope.
She approached Naoko carefully, humming softly. Whenever her sister woke up from a nightmare, which was rare, her humming and singing always had managed to calm her down. "Imouto?" Naoko asked as they came closer. She recognized the blond haired girl whose face was full of compassion, but not the other. He reminded her of a fox, but she knew that human foxes were far more deadly and seductive. Now, how did she know that?
"I killed Rikuho," Naoko said, her voice terribly small.
"He lives on," Sukina said. She knew more about Shikigamis with the exception of her sister and the other hereditary Shikigami Mistress and Masters. Sukina was not a Shikigami Trainee though.
"There'll never be another one like him," her sister said, "But you must go on. He knew the price and the risks when he signed up with you," she continued.
Naoko's eyes narrowed. "I did not sign them up, little sis. You know as well as I do that they have no choice in the matter," Naoko's tone was frosty.
"Those that stayed even though you gave them freedom, they had no choice? You underestimate your potential with them," Sukina chided lightly.
Naoko began to cry. Nodding to Kurama, the red-haired man moved quickly, a thorn hidden in his hand. Just before he pricked her with it though, she caught him and threw him off-balance. He flew a good three metres away. "I'm not dumb, kitsune," she called him a fox, "But I'm not that smart either. I'll go along..." Naoko whispered softly. She walked to Sukina, a defeated stance apparent. When she reached her sister though, she threw a light-hearted grin at Kurama over her shoulder. Kurama shook his head. This was no ordinary Ninjen. Who knew? There might be some fun here after all. His grin was wolfish rather than foxy. :)
(Filler until I get an idea for the next chapter. Idle conversation)
Kirua: I hope I don't ever meet you on the opposite side.
Karen: I'm not that bad.
Dangerfield: You nearly killed him!
Yokoshima: Unfortunately, she didn't.
Dangerfield: Are you all mad? If she did, we'd be in serious trouble!
Hiei: Hn. She would not have killed him for besmirching Sukina's honour.
*Everyone looks at Hiei, including Karen*
Hiei: (continuing) I would.
*Everyone sweatdrops.*
Sukina: He's a nice boy, isn't he? *smiles pleasantly*
*Everyone slowly backs away from Hiei*
Clapika: Are they always like this? (to Botan about Hiei)
Botan: Only other person he's so nice to besides Kurama is his.. phmphf! (Mouth is being closed with Sukina's hands, looks fearfully at Hiei.)
Clapika: ????
*Botan and Sukina grin at him.*
Kurama: Phew! *sighs!*
Gon: (To Kirua) Are you still hungry after that ice-cream?
Shuura: You guys had ice-cream? What's that?
Peter: There's a nice restaurant not far from here. I saw the food. The flowers are fresh too.
Shuura: What's ice-cream?
Karen: Fine, I'll pay for lunch. I'm hungry!
Shuura: WHAT'S ICE-CREAM???!!!!!!
*Sukina whispers something in his ear and he immediately shuts up, looking at her incredulously. There is something in Hiei's eyes that is unreadable*
Hm......
:p
Part Two
By the time we reached the café, I had recovered myself suffiecientlyto realize how hungry I was. Already the memory of Rikuho was growing stronger within me. I would mourn him, but not now. When I had the time. I noticed Kurama looking at me in an unreadable manner, but when I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner, he turned away with the hint of a smile.
The small café seated the thirteen of us easily, and none of us really believed that stuff about 13 being an unlucky number. One of the main reasons for that was of course, our different heritage. For all that I was sister to Sukina, a half-Japanese, I was about three-quarters Chinese. The Chinese believed that the number 13 was good luck, and that it signified progress. 13 was a special number in that way, I suppose.
Ordering what to eat was not a problem. The portions were.
"WHAT?" Shuura complained when he saw the portions of his meal. True, it was the best-tasting food any of us had ever eaten, but for most of us, it is quantity, not quality that matters, particularly if you were as ravenous as I was.
"Is there any chance for larger portions?" my sister asked the waiteress.
"Uh-uh. These are the largest. I'm sorry that we seemed to have disappointed you..." she began to say when Yokoshima interjected smoothly.
"It's okay. Perhaps we could discuss suitable recompense later..." he looked her up and down suggestively.
He immediately fell to the floor. While Botan and Sukina apologized for his rude remarks, the guys and I were busy pommelling him nonchantly. None of us doubted that he would recover though. "Well, the train-lady may have some more food on board," Hagrid said. The rest of us looked at him in a strange way. Without a word, we fell to eating while Dangerfield explained how he knew Sapplefuss. Upon closer examintion, I found that Dangerfield was certainly someone Barbara would like. He had long blond hair and to an extent, his whole manner appeared to be one of a rebel. The glasses he wore, as stylish as they were, dispelled that notion, although I had the feeling that he must be one very cultured man to have been able to court Barbara.
"I knew Sapplefuss several years ago, and we were... seeing each other. I was her first love. I thought that we had something going on, but then Malfoy spied her and took her to be a thing of amusement," he said.
"Couldn't you have saved her?" Gon asked, innocently naivë.
"At that time I did not think too. I found them in bed... together and unclothed," his teeth were clenched.
"Hold your tongues," my sister whispered fiercely in Japanese to the younger ones. For once, they did.
"Oh," was about the only other thing the others and I could say. That would explain Malfoy's insults, and it was not surprising to find that Dangerfield still carried a torch for Barbara.
The rest of lunch we ate in silence. As the time went to leave, we bid him farewell, and as we parted, he shook each of our hands warmly. "If any of you should find yourselves threathened by anyone and if Dumbledore cannot help you, look out for me. I'm a member of the Triliate Council. My full name is Daniel Dangerfield. Fare thee well!" he said
Part Three
"Blimey, a member of the Triliate Council!" Hagrid was saying as we walked into Ollivander's Wands. Kurama was the only one who thought to question him further, the rest of us curious about the shop. Surprisingly, even Hiei had acceded to try once. Only Kurama and me declined. Hagrid left us though, saying he had errands to run.
"Now, I suppose I should tell you that the wands chose you and not the other way around," the man said.
"Um... we were not planning to use individual wands for a long time, Mister Ollivander. We were wondering if you had just plain wooden wands we could use?" I asked him.
He smiled. There was something in his smile that told me we had a little surprise. "Principal Dumbledore told me that you would be coming and that you would want practice wands. Here, there are several types of woods here; cypress, cedar, rosewood, pine... Perhaps you and the teachers would like to try ones of your own?" he said. He took out several boxes with wands of various sizes, labelled according to the corresponding woodtypes.
Hiei moved away from us as the rest scrutinized the boxes. Suddenly, his hand shot out and he picked up a box. Inside the box was a wand about three-quarter the length of his arm. He moved with it, using it not like how he would use magic, but like a swordsman. None of us paid any attenion to it at first, but we gradually grew aware of a powerful force building up inside the small shop.
"Ah, now there's a rare wand," Ollivander said, having spied the box where the wand once lay, "Made of baobab, a short tree, but one of the most hardy from Africa. It's very durable and dependable, even though it may be thorny on the outside."
Every one of us tried very hard not to laugh. It was so apt of Hiei he blushed. My sister took pity on him and quickly drew attention away from him by picking up a wand from one of the boxes. It was about 9 and a half inches. "What about this one, Mister Ollivander?" she began, but sparks flew from the wand, and instantly, I knew what type of wood she had chosen.
"Rosewood? Hmm... This would make a very fine wand, especially if you were musically inclined," which my sister was, "And I must admit, that I was not quite truthful with you. "These are no ordinary practice wands, but they are plain wands, rather. They do not need any enchantments but their own, and they are bonded to the wielder in such a way that no one else but the designated heir may use them. These wands show what you truly are," he said, pointing to the wand my sister now held.
It had undergone a drastic transformation. At first it was just a plain rosewood, but now it was inlaid with gold silver and bronze. Sukina turned and looked at me, and I heard her thoughts. See how they intertwine ith each other? Gold for me, the colour of my hair. Silver for you, guardian of the fair. Bronze for Aniki, his fire surpassed only by his care. Aniki... Sukina's step-brother, and in that way, my elder brother as well. Both of us loved and protected Sukina in our own ways; with me being near and him being far and distant. Bronze... the fiery glow suited him well.
As each of them picked up a wand, it changed to reflect their personalities and their strengths. Peter's was purple, the colour of vanquishing evil. It was a little odd, since strictly speaking, Peter was a son of evil, as vampires are. However, the training he received from Father Karasu gave him the power to mix both of them and to vanquish evil for the sake of good. Gon's was touched with dust that did not fall to the floor. The purple dust was amethyst, which formed the basis of most of the Scared Stones used by GhostSweepers in Japan. Mixed with the South African Diamonds, particularly the ones from the DeBeers Mines, it was very potent. On its' own, when grounded to a powder and mixed with the essence of a wood, it was one of the rarest types of wands found. In Gon's case, the wand was meant to complement his talent with animals.
Kirua's had three drops of dragon blood, fierce and at times, ruthless. While examining it, Ollivander exclaimed. It was quite rare that dragon blood appeared on its own within a wand, even more rare to find three full drops. He also said that the blood was not of the Western Dragons, which were often fierce and ruthless, but rather, the blood of the Eastern Dragon, long thought to be benelovent and kind. We could help but look knowingly at him. He grinned at us. Clapika's on the other hand, had a red ruby inset. It was unbelievably red and bloody. Gon and Kirua remarked that it was the colour of his eyes, but as far as we could see, his eyes were as far from red as Alpha Centauri from Earth. We wondered why they said that, and I made a mental note to check out the literature on the Kuruta Tribe about it. All I knew was that the tribe had been massacred and Clapika was the lone survivor.
Shuura's was a bit of a confusing wand to Ollivander. According to him, the wand, although it appeared menancingly enough, was actually rather innocent. It was supposed to have a feather from the wings of an angel. @_@! He asked Sukina in a loud voice (although he was a demon) what an angel was. Sukina took him aside to explain it, and I noticed, for the first time perhaps, how gentle my sister was with him, even though he was supposed to be 16 years old like her. The wood was oddly enough, cherryblossom, also known as the sakura tree. The sakura flowers were my sister's favourite.
I shook my head at Yokoshima's transformation. According to the wand, it did not have a special attribute like the others, but Ollivander took out a tarot card instead. It was the card of the Fool, young, foolish and believing that he was invulnerable. He told us that there were rumours that some witches and wizards did not need to use wands, but they used Tarot cards instead. Most of them only used one though, and this reminded me of the X-Men Gambit, who used playing cards as mini explosives. Yokoshima, apparently, was one of them.
I really liked Botan's wand. It had a soft touch of pink. Pink was said to encourage openness in ourselves and others. I thought that was exactly what Botan was. She was kind, openhearted and gentle. Ah... What a woman! :p We left the shop to head to the pet store after that. :p
Part Four
We made our way to the Owl Emporium. I'm not sure how many of us wanted an owl, but I did know that all of them were good with pets. Pets weren't really a neccessity, but it helped alleviate the boredom. I knew that Gon, Peter and maybe Shuura would want a pet for themselves.
"Owls aren't really that fun, Naoko-san. Why don't we try another shop?" Gon asked me just before we entered. This was a team effort, as the only people who looked surprised by the request was Kurama, me and Hiei.
"Well, why not? What pets do you want?" I asked.
"That shop seems to be interesting," Kirua pointed.
'It' referred to a shop that looked brand-new (we could still smell the paint and could see the chi made from the paint). There was a myriad of life in it, and as we went near it, we saw that it had plenty of life. There were cats, owls, dogs, snakes and the like. It was also large, contrary to its' small appearance, and it seemed designed to please us.
I grinned. Trust them to find the most interesting place around. We went in, and the door tinkled musically. My sister stiffened, but I did not get the chance to ask why as the propeiter came to us.
"Welcome! How may I help you kind fol? As you can see, I have many pets. Please, take a moment to see what I have," he said.
Sukina? I called out to her, taking her hand in a protective way.
This whole place has the feel of something gone horribly wrong! And I could swear that that man is the one following us! she replied.
WHAT? I said.
Gon was looking at a small wolf cub. The poor thing was yipping and yapping away excitedly. He turned and gave me a look my goddaughter would have laughed with glee. It was the look she used whenever she wanted something, and she knew I was completely vulnerable to it.
"Can I have it? PLEASE?" he said.
We bought it.
"Thank you," Sukina said to Dangerfield. He'd transported Malfoy to the nearest hospital after he'd hit that tree on his way to unconsciousness.
"Is she going to be fine?" he asked her.
"I think you'd better be the one to approach her, Sukina-chan. She doesn't look too rational at the moment," Clapika said.
"That's an understatement. Do you want me to accompany you? Maybe I could help by giving her a sedative," Kurama offered.
Sukina was on the verge of declining when she saw Naoko/Karen still crying. "That would be appreciated," she said. She did not mention that she had never seen her sister like this before and that she had no idea how to cope.
She approached Naoko carefully, humming softly. Whenever her sister woke up from a nightmare, which was rare, her humming and singing always had managed to calm her down. "Imouto?" Naoko asked as they came closer. She recognized the blond haired girl whose face was full of compassion, but not the other. He reminded her of a fox, but she knew that human foxes were far more deadly and seductive. Now, how did she know that?
"I killed Rikuho," Naoko said, her voice terribly small.
"He lives on," Sukina said. She knew more about Shikigamis with the exception of her sister and the other hereditary Shikigami Mistress and Masters. Sukina was not a Shikigami Trainee though.
"There'll never be another one like him," her sister said, "But you must go on. He knew the price and the risks when he signed up with you," she continued.
Naoko's eyes narrowed. "I did not sign them up, little sis. You know as well as I do that they have no choice in the matter," Naoko's tone was frosty.
"Those that stayed even though you gave them freedom, they had no choice? You underestimate your potential with them," Sukina chided lightly.
Naoko began to cry. Nodding to Kurama, the red-haired man moved quickly, a thorn hidden in his hand. Just before he pricked her with it though, she caught him and threw him off-balance. He flew a good three metres away. "I'm not dumb, kitsune," she called him a fox, "But I'm not that smart either. I'll go along..." Naoko whispered softly. She walked to Sukina, a defeated stance apparent. When she reached her sister though, she threw a light-hearted grin at Kurama over her shoulder. Kurama shook his head. This was no ordinary Ninjen. Who knew? There might be some fun here after all. His grin was wolfish rather than foxy. :)
(Filler until I get an idea for the next chapter. Idle conversation)
Kirua: I hope I don't ever meet you on the opposite side.
Karen: I'm not that bad.
Dangerfield: You nearly killed him!
Yokoshima: Unfortunately, she didn't.
Dangerfield: Are you all mad? If she did, we'd be in serious trouble!
Hiei: Hn. She would not have killed him for besmirching Sukina's honour.
*Everyone looks at Hiei, including Karen*
Hiei: (continuing) I would.
*Everyone sweatdrops.*
Sukina: He's a nice boy, isn't he? *smiles pleasantly*
*Everyone slowly backs away from Hiei*
Clapika: Are they always like this? (to Botan about Hiei)
Botan: Only other person he's so nice to besides Kurama is his.. phmphf! (Mouth is being closed with Sukina's hands, looks fearfully at Hiei.)
Clapika: ????
*Botan and Sukina grin at him.*
Kurama: Phew! *sighs!*
Gon: (To Kirua) Are you still hungry after that ice-cream?
Shuura: You guys had ice-cream? What's that?
Peter: There's a nice restaurant not far from here. I saw the food. The flowers are fresh too.
Shuura: What's ice-cream?
Karen: Fine, I'll pay for lunch. I'm hungry!
Shuura: WHAT'S ICE-CREAM???!!!!!!
*Sukina whispers something in his ear and he immediately shuts up, looking at her incredulously. There is something in Hiei's eyes that is unreadable*
Hm......
:p
Part Two
By the time we reached the café, I had recovered myself suffiecientlyto realize how hungry I was. Already the memory of Rikuho was growing stronger within me. I would mourn him, but not now. When I had the time. I noticed Kurama looking at me in an unreadable manner, but when I raised my eyebrows in a questioning manner, he turned away with the hint of a smile.
The small café seated the thirteen of us easily, and none of us really believed that stuff about 13 being an unlucky number. One of the main reasons for that was of course, our different heritage. For all that I was sister to Sukina, a half-Japanese, I was about three-quarters Chinese. The Chinese believed that the number 13 was good luck, and that it signified progress. 13 was a special number in that way, I suppose.
Ordering what to eat was not a problem. The portions were.
"WHAT?" Shuura complained when he saw the portions of his meal. True, it was the best-tasting food any of us had ever eaten, but for most of us, it is quantity, not quality that matters, particularly if you were as ravenous as I was.
"Is there any chance for larger portions?" my sister asked the waiteress.
"Uh-uh. These are the largest. I'm sorry that we seemed to have disappointed you..." she began to say when Yokoshima interjected smoothly.
"It's okay. Perhaps we could discuss suitable recompense later..." he looked her up and down suggestively.
He immediately fell to the floor. While Botan and Sukina apologized for his rude remarks, the guys and I were busy pommelling him nonchantly. None of us doubted that he would recover though. "Well, the train-lady may have some more food on board," Hagrid said. The rest of us looked at him in a strange way. Without a word, we fell to eating while Dangerfield explained how he knew Sapplefuss. Upon closer examintion, I found that Dangerfield was certainly someone Barbara would like. He had long blond hair and to an extent, his whole manner appeared to be one of a rebel. The glasses he wore, as stylish as they were, dispelled that notion, although I had the feeling that he must be one very cultured man to have been able to court Barbara.
"I knew Sapplefuss several years ago, and we were... seeing each other. I was her first love. I thought that we had something going on, but then Malfoy spied her and took her to be a thing of amusement," he said.
"Couldn't you have saved her?" Gon asked, innocently naivë.
"At that time I did not think too. I found them in bed... together and unclothed," his teeth were clenched.
"Hold your tongues," my sister whispered fiercely in Japanese to the younger ones. For once, they did.
"Oh," was about the only other thing the others and I could say. That would explain Malfoy's insults, and it was not surprising to find that Dangerfield still carried a torch for Barbara.
The rest of lunch we ate in silence. As the time went to leave, we bid him farewell, and as we parted, he shook each of our hands warmly. "If any of you should find yourselves threathened by anyone and if Dumbledore cannot help you, look out for me. I'm a member of the Triliate Council. My full name is Daniel Dangerfield. Fare thee well!" he said
Part Three
"Blimey, a member of the Triliate Council!" Hagrid was saying as we walked into Ollivander's Wands. Kurama was the only one who thought to question him further, the rest of us curious about the shop. Surprisingly, even Hiei had acceded to try once. Only Kurama and me declined. Hagrid left us though, saying he had errands to run.
"Now, I suppose I should tell you that the wands chose you and not the other way around," the man said.
"Um... we were not planning to use individual wands for a long time, Mister Ollivander. We were wondering if you had just plain wooden wands we could use?" I asked him.
He smiled. There was something in his smile that told me we had a little surprise. "Principal Dumbledore told me that you would be coming and that you would want practice wands. Here, there are several types of woods here; cypress, cedar, rosewood, pine... Perhaps you and the teachers would like to try ones of your own?" he said. He took out several boxes with wands of various sizes, labelled according to the corresponding woodtypes.
Hiei moved away from us as the rest scrutinized the boxes. Suddenly, his hand shot out and he picked up a box. Inside the box was a wand about three-quarter the length of his arm. He moved with it, using it not like how he would use magic, but like a swordsman. None of us paid any attenion to it at first, but we gradually grew aware of a powerful force building up inside the small shop.
"Ah, now there's a rare wand," Ollivander said, having spied the box where the wand once lay, "Made of baobab, a short tree, but one of the most hardy from Africa. It's very durable and dependable, even though it may be thorny on the outside."
Every one of us tried very hard not to laugh. It was so apt of Hiei he blushed. My sister took pity on him and quickly drew attention away from him by picking up a wand from one of the boxes. It was about 9 and a half inches. "What about this one, Mister Ollivander?" she began, but sparks flew from the wand, and instantly, I knew what type of wood she had chosen.
"Rosewood? Hmm... This would make a very fine wand, especially if you were musically inclined," which my sister was, "And I must admit, that I was not quite truthful with you. "These are no ordinary practice wands, but they are plain wands, rather. They do not need any enchantments but their own, and they are bonded to the wielder in such a way that no one else but the designated heir may use them. These wands show what you truly are," he said, pointing to the wand my sister now held.
It had undergone a drastic transformation. At first it was just a plain rosewood, but now it was inlaid with gold silver and bronze. Sukina turned and looked at me, and I heard her thoughts. See how they intertwine ith each other? Gold for me, the colour of my hair. Silver for you, guardian of the fair. Bronze for Aniki, his fire surpassed only by his care. Aniki... Sukina's step-brother, and in that way, my elder brother as well. Both of us loved and protected Sukina in our own ways; with me being near and him being far and distant. Bronze... the fiery glow suited him well.
As each of them picked up a wand, it changed to reflect their personalities and their strengths. Peter's was purple, the colour of vanquishing evil. It was a little odd, since strictly speaking, Peter was a son of evil, as vampires are. However, the training he received from Father Karasu gave him the power to mix both of them and to vanquish evil for the sake of good. Gon's was touched with dust that did not fall to the floor. The purple dust was amethyst, which formed the basis of most of the Scared Stones used by GhostSweepers in Japan. Mixed with the South African Diamonds, particularly the ones from the DeBeers Mines, it was very potent. On its' own, when grounded to a powder and mixed with the essence of a wood, it was one of the rarest types of wands found. In Gon's case, the wand was meant to complement his talent with animals.
Kirua's had three drops of dragon blood, fierce and at times, ruthless. While examining it, Ollivander exclaimed. It was quite rare that dragon blood appeared on its own within a wand, even more rare to find three full drops. He also said that the blood was not of the Western Dragons, which were often fierce and ruthless, but rather, the blood of the Eastern Dragon, long thought to be benelovent and kind. We could help but look knowingly at him. He grinned at us. Clapika's on the other hand, had a red ruby inset. It was unbelievably red and bloody. Gon and Kirua remarked that it was the colour of his eyes, but as far as we could see, his eyes were as far from red as Alpha Centauri from Earth. We wondered why they said that, and I made a mental note to check out the literature on the Kuruta Tribe about it. All I knew was that the tribe had been massacred and Clapika was the lone survivor.
Shuura's was a bit of a confusing wand to Ollivander. According to him, the wand, although it appeared menancingly enough, was actually rather innocent. It was supposed to have a feather from the wings of an angel. @_@! He asked Sukina in a loud voice (although he was a demon) what an angel was. Sukina took him aside to explain it, and I noticed, for the first time perhaps, how gentle my sister was with him, even though he was supposed to be 16 years old like her. The wood was oddly enough, cherryblossom, also known as the sakura tree. The sakura flowers were my sister's favourite.
I shook my head at Yokoshima's transformation. According to the wand, it did not have a special attribute like the others, but Ollivander took out a tarot card instead. It was the card of the Fool, young, foolish and believing that he was invulnerable. He told us that there were rumours that some witches and wizards did not need to use wands, but they used Tarot cards instead. Most of them only used one though, and this reminded me of the X-Men Gambit, who used playing cards as mini explosives. Yokoshima, apparently, was one of them.
I really liked Botan's wand. It had a soft touch of pink. Pink was said to encourage openness in ourselves and others. I thought that was exactly what Botan was. She was kind, openhearted and gentle. Ah... What a woman! :p We left the shop to head to the pet store after that. :p
Part Four
We made our way to the Owl Emporium. I'm not sure how many of us wanted an owl, but I did know that all of them were good with pets. Pets weren't really a neccessity, but it helped alleviate the boredom. I knew that Gon, Peter and maybe Shuura would want a pet for themselves.
"Owls aren't really that fun, Naoko-san. Why don't we try another shop?" Gon asked me just before we entered. This was a team effort, as the only people who looked surprised by the request was Kurama, me and Hiei.
"Well, why not? What pets do you want?" I asked.
"That shop seems to be interesting," Kirua pointed.
'It' referred to a shop that looked brand-new (we could still smell the paint and could see the chi made from the paint). There was a myriad of life in it, and as we went near it, we saw that it had plenty of life. There were cats, owls, dogs, snakes and the like. It was also large, contrary to its' small appearance, and it seemed designed to please us.
I grinned. Trust them to find the most interesting place around. We went in, and the door tinkled musically. My sister stiffened, but I did not get the chance to ask why as the propeiter came to us.
"Welcome! How may I help you kind fol? As you can see, I have many pets. Please, take a moment to see what I have," he said.
Sukina? I called out to her, taking her hand in a protective way.
This whole place has the feel of something gone horribly wrong! And I could swear that that man is the one following us! she replied.
WHAT? I said.
Gon was looking at a small wolf cub. The poor thing was yipping and yapping away excitedly. He turned and gave me a look my goddaughter would have laughed with glee. It was the look she used whenever she wanted something, and she knew I was completely vulnerable to it.
"Can I have it? PLEASE?" he said.
We bought it.
