Oi, Minna. Shabarku desu ne. (Once again taking phrases from my
favorite person.) Ok, it has really only been nine days, but that is a
lot for me. Gomen, I started another story. Since it hasn't been that
long, I'll stop babbling now. Read - and review. . .
Kagome sat, and ate quietly. It was always this silent for meals. Sesshoumaru was just, well, silent. And Inuyasha had, well, `learned,` the ahem hard way to shut up himself. Kagome just adapted. Neither of them would dare to hurt her. Sesshoumaru loving her too much, and Inuyasha knowing the consequences. She just did it. She tried not to be bothersome, but still, she felt like she was asking so much of them. She saw how restless the demon lord was now. He had never been like that before. And the hanyou. She saw what he was going through; or, what his brother put him through. She knew he deserved it, every bit of it, but she still had a little bit of emotion for him, and it hurt her just as much as it did him. And Kikyo. There was nothing to say about her really. She dealt with things the way they came. And, how they came, was, quite harsh; at least for someone in her position. Her position. What exactly was her position? Here. Alive. That was a new thing, that, well, she had to admit, that she was not complaining about. She had Inuyasha. The man she loved. But then, she was forced to live, with his brother, who, well, she had seen what happened between them, hidden, or just hearing from her bedroom. And, with, Kagome . Kagome . Who, pretty much, used to be her sworn worst enemy. Now, she lived, and conversed civilly under the same roof with her. Not that either woman liked the fact, that's just what was going on. They did it for them. The brothers. And to think, that they were possibly incarnations of each other. That made them almost like sisters. Sisters and Brothers. Together. It made it seem ironic to think of it like that. Like two sets of twins going on double dates. That was something Sesshoumaru had brought up. He could have an odd mind sometimes. Kikyo found herself mostly in her room, suffering from depression, thoroughly enjoying the serenity and solitude of this place; not something you get when you're dead. Not something you get much of when you're alive. Everything was always hectic before. For everyone. Neither one of the women felt like they really belonged, but Kikyo suffered worse, being mostly discarded, not intentionally, but as Kagome had, by Inuyasha's ways. Kagome felt a nuisance to all of them, but then, if she was, she probably wouldn't be alive. Not that she cared much anymore. Everything was dull. Sesshoumaru was never a really passionate guy, and if he was still feeling those emotions, he hid it very, very well. It was obvious that Kikyo still had a dislike for her. Not that she blamed her; she didn't expect her to just become best friends with her old worst enemy. That would be pretty much impossible. Kagome had noticed Kikyo's isolation but decided against speaking with her or anyone else on the matter, figuring it wasn't her business, and Kikyo would just snap. She knew Kikyo felt the same way she did, but neither one said anything, knowing what the men would say. But they were both internally suffering. Kikyo, proving it in her isolated depression; Kagome , keeping up a fair outer face, never faltering. It came from being with Sesshoumaru so much. Being so close to him; unlike Inuyasha and Kikyo, and everyone here, she was intimate with him. That made it even worse. Or better from Sesshoumaru's point of view. Sesshoumaru. He had found things quite interesting around here. He meant to have a talk with Kagome . He was a master at reading people without being read himself. No matter what face she put up, he saw exactly what was going on. But, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say to her. So, he hid his emotions and knowledge from yet another person. Not that it was easy. Everything that came easy for him before become a little more difficult when it came to her. He saw the same thing in her as in Kikyo. Kagome just tried to hide it a lot better. Kikyo no longer cared what happened. Neither did Kagome . And he had to change that. For both of them. He usually didn't care about women. Nigens. Nigen onnas. That made it even worse; and it was tearing him apart. His brother hadn't been too much trouble, thanks to his way of discipline, and he was quite upset with such. He needed homicide. Blood. He always felt the urge to kill something. And his brother was usually the primary thought there. But yet, he refrained. For the women. He did yet another thing for human women. He was becoming soft. Pathetic. He just could not help it. And somehow, it didn't really bother him as much as it used to. It was natural now. And that was even worse. Kagome 's lessons were coming along well. She was getting strong. Inuyasha now had permission, er, commands to train Kikyo as well. He didn't want anyone weak in his castle. Even his lowest servant could overcome most demons. Kagome was, of course, much stronger than Kikyo. As Inuyasha and Kikyo were both reckless in there time, Sesshoumaru and Kagome were always calm, balanced, and thus, got a lot more accomplished. Yes, the earlier pair were a bit jealous, but what were they to do? Until they learned a serine commitment Sesshoumaru nor Kagome could help them. Not that Inuyasha would accept help. That was why he never got any stronger, and his brother did; overpowering him even more. Kikyo, on the other hand, tried taking help from Kagome , but, still having that reckless attitude her and her mate had adopted, had not gotten very far at all. Not that Kagome hadn't started like that. She had learned though. Learned the life. The rules: Kill or be killed; be strong, or be gone. Get stronger, by any means possible, hopefully without shikon shards, or die. It wasn't hard for her to find this quickly after a few obviously unsuccessful murder attempts against her by various people. The shikon shards. She was still no longer finding them. That was Kikyo's job. If she found one, she would always take it, but she didn't go hunt them out anymore. And Inuyasha missed that, but he could not argue, for he had Kikyo, she had every right, and the upper side. But he could feel terrible about it. And he did. He noticed Kikyo's behavior as well, but did not, like the others, see it for what it was. He was only upset because she was not around more. He never could find that all that was actually the cause of such behavior; and she would never tell him. She didn't want to upset him. He was growing weaker. More uncaring, like his brother, while, at the same time, even more reckless because of this. He was also growing arrogant. Not that he wasn't before all this started, but all this made it worse. Everyone knew this. It was just that no one could do anything. No one that wanted to at least. He refused to let anyone help him, and his brother, the one person caring for him that could overcome him, did no such thing. He seemed to be having problems of his own from Inuyasha's point of view. Not that he cared. Which he did, but of course, just like his brother, he would never admit it. Those two would never admit they cared for someone; even there own relatives. And then there was Rin. She had pretty much accepted the new company. She had (an: as with all stories) taken an immediate liking to Kagome . She could handle Inuyasha, but then, she was not really fond of Kikyo. She had been insistent that Kagome be her new mother, and finally, the couple had agreed to such matters. Speaking of parents, Kagome did sort of miss Shippo; they had considered each other as relatives, no matter how absurd it was. Shippo and Sango had missed Kagome as well, but, they had moved on. Miroku, missed the women more than anything, but, he survived. All of them still missed Inuyasha's wild tactics and unruly style. But then, being with Sango, as Shippo and Miroku both were, they still encountered plenty of demons. The shikon gathering was over. Like Kagome , if they happened to come across one, they kept it, planning on giving it to Kagome someday, but not going out to look for them anymore. They were pretty much calm as well, not finding much adventure anymore, and liking it much better that way. Not that they really minded commotion, it was just good to have a break. A relaxation. A quit. They would never go back to there old life. They couldn't. Not with Kagome and Inuyasha, the leaders of there, group, gone. But, never-the-less, they still enjoyed themselves. It was all so different then how it used to be. And sometimes, all of them, every one of them, Kagome , Kikyo, Inuyasha, Rin, Jaken, Sesshoumaru, Sango, Shippo, Miroku, all of them, wished it was just back the way it used to be: simple. Not so complicated like this. But that part of there life was over, never to return. And thus, a new chapter was started in they're lives. A chapter, filled, with adventures, romance, pains, and so much more, that, no matter how hard it seemed to be, they could endure. At least they hoped. No matter how much they wished this wasn't so, it was. And that was they're life now. They're life.
Author's note: And how to know you write too much:
You can write 3 and ¾ pages in one paragraph.
You can write a so called short sum up of things are going, and almost make four pages on it.
Now, look back on this story. --__--; I am thinking about a new story, that, if I post, I will announce here, so be looking for it. I do have a Cowboy Bebop story out called "A Syndicate Life," if anyone actually wants to read that, which I doubt. But, that's all. Oh, yeah. When it says "an:. . ." in parenthises, it's an author's note for any one who doesn't know. Ja.
Kagome sat, and ate quietly. It was always this silent for meals. Sesshoumaru was just, well, silent. And Inuyasha had, well, `learned,` the ahem hard way to shut up himself. Kagome just adapted. Neither of them would dare to hurt her. Sesshoumaru loving her too much, and Inuyasha knowing the consequences. She just did it. She tried not to be bothersome, but still, she felt like she was asking so much of them. She saw how restless the demon lord was now. He had never been like that before. And the hanyou. She saw what he was going through; or, what his brother put him through. She knew he deserved it, every bit of it, but she still had a little bit of emotion for him, and it hurt her just as much as it did him. And Kikyo. There was nothing to say about her really. She dealt with things the way they came. And, how they came, was, quite harsh; at least for someone in her position. Her position. What exactly was her position? Here. Alive. That was a new thing, that, well, she had to admit, that she was not complaining about. She had Inuyasha. The man she loved. But then, she was forced to live, with his brother, who, well, she had seen what happened between them, hidden, or just hearing from her bedroom. And, with, Kagome . Kagome . Who, pretty much, used to be her sworn worst enemy. Now, she lived, and conversed civilly under the same roof with her. Not that either woman liked the fact, that's just what was going on. They did it for them. The brothers. And to think, that they were possibly incarnations of each other. That made them almost like sisters. Sisters and Brothers. Together. It made it seem ironic to think of it like that. Like two sets of twins going on double dates. That was something Sesshoumaru had brought up. He could have an odd mind sometimes. Kikyo found herself mostly in her room, suffering from depression, thoroughly enjoying the serenity and solitude of this place; not something you get when you're dead. Not something you get much of when you're alive. Everything was always hectic before. For everyone. Neither one of the women felt like they really belonged, but Kikyo suffered worse, being mostly discarded, not intentionally, but as Kagome had, by Inuyasha's ways. Kagome felt a nuisance to all of them, but then, if she was, she probably wouldn't be alive. Not that she cared much anymore. Everything was dull. Sesshoumaru was never a really passionate guy, and if he was still feeling those emotions, he hid it very, very well. It was obvious that Kikyo still had a dislike for her. Not that she blamed her; she didn't expect her to just become best friends with her old worst enemy. That would be pretty much impossible. Kagome had noticed Kikyo's isolation but decided against speaking with her or anyone else on the matter, figuring it wasn't her business, and Kikyo would just snap. She knew Kikyo felt the same way she did, but neither one said anything, knowing what the men would say. But they were both internally suffering. Kikyo, proving it in her isolated depression; Kagome , keeping up a fair outer face, never faltering. It came from being with Sesshoumaru so much. Being so close to him; unlike Inuyasha and Kikyo, and everyone here, she was intimate with him. That made it even worse. Or better from Sesshoumaru's point of view. Sesshoumaru. He had found things quite interesting around here. He meant to have a talk with Kagome . He was a master at reading people without being read himself. No matter what face she put up, he saw exactly what was going on. But, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to say to her. So, he hid his emotions and knowledge from yet another person. Not that it was easy. Everything that came easy for him before become a little more difficult when it came to her. He saw the same thing in her as in Kikyo. Kagome just tried to hide it a lot better. Kikyo no longer cared what happened. Neither did Kagome . And he had to change that. For both of them. He usually didn't care about women. Nigens. Nigen onnas. That made it even worse; and it was tearing him apart. His brother hadn't been too much trouble, thanks to his way of discipline, and he was quite upset with such. He needed homicide. Blood. He always felt the urge to kill something. And his brother was usually the primary thought there. But yet, he refrained. For the women. He did yet another thing for human women. He was becoming soft. Pathetic. He just could not help it. And somehow, it didn't really bother him as much as it used to. It was natural now. And that was even worse. Kagome 's lessons were coming along well. She was getting strong. Inuyasha now had permission, er, commands to train Kikyo as well. He didn't want anyone weak in his castle. Even his lowest servant could overcome most demons. Kagome was, of course, much stronger than Kikyo. As Inuyasha and Kikyo were both reckless in there time, Sesshoumaru and Kagome were always calm, balanced, and thus, got a lot more accomplished. Yes, the earlier pair were a bit jealous, but what were they to do? Until they learned a serine commitment Sesshoumaru nor Kagome could help them. Not that Inuyasha would accept help. That was why he never got any stronger, and his brother did; overpowering him even more. Kikyo, on the other hand, tried taking help from Kagome , but, still having that reckless attitude her and her mate had adopted, had not gotten very far at all. Not that Kagome hadn't started like that. She had learned though. Learned the life. The rules: Kill or be killed; be strong, or be gone. Get stronger, by any means possible, hopefully without shikon shards, or die. It wasn't hard for her to find this quickly after a few obviously unsuccessful murder attempts against her by various people. The shikon shards. She was still no longer finding them. That was Kikyo's job. If she found one, she would always take it, but she didn't go hunt them out anymore. And Inuyasha missed that, but he could not argue, for he had Kikyo, she had every right, and the upper side. But he could feel terrible about it. And he did. He noticed Kikyo's behavior as well, but did not, like the others, see it for what it was. He was only upset because she was not around more. He never could find that all that was actually the cause of such behavior; and she would never tell him. She didn't want to upset him. He was growing weaker. More uncaring, like his brother, while, at the same time, even more reckless because of this. He was also growing arrogant. Not that he wasn't before all this started, but all this made it worse. Everyone knew this. It was just that no one could do anything. No one that wanted to at least. He refused to let anyone help him, and his brother, the one person caring for him that could overcome him, did no such thing. He seemed to be having problems of his own from Inuyasha's point of view. Not that he cared. Which he did, but of course, just like his brother, he would never admit it. Those two would never admit they cared for someone; even there own relatives. And then there was Rin. She had pretty much accepted the new company. She had (an: as with all stories) taken an immediate liking to Kagome . She could handle Inuyasha, but then, she was not really fond of Kikyo. She had been insistent that Kagome be her new mother, and finally, the couple had agreed to such matters. Speaking of parents, Kagome did sort of miss Shippo; they had considered each other as relatives, no matter how absurd it was. Shippo and Sango had missed Kagome as well, but, they had moved on. Miroku, missed the women more than anything, but, he survived. All of them still missed Inuyasha's wild tactics and unruly style. But then, being with Sango, as Shippo and Miroku both were, they still encountered plenty of demons. The shikon gathering was over. Like Kagome , if they happened to come across one, they kept it, planning on giving it to Kagome someday, but not going out to look for them anymore. They were pretty much calm as well, not finding much adventure anymore, and liking it much better that way. Not that they really minded commotion, it was just good to have a break. A relaxation. A quit. They would never go back to there old life. They couldn't. Not with Kagome and Inuyasha, the leaders of there, group, gone. But, never-the-less, they still enjoyed themselves. It was all so different then how it used to be. And sometimes, all of them, every one of them, Kagome , Kikyo, Inuyasha, Rin, Jaken, Sesshoumaru, Sango, Shippo, Miroku, all of them, wished it was just back the way it used to be: simple. Not so complicated like this. But that part of there life was over, never to return. And thus, a new chapter was started in they're lives. A chapter, filled, with adventures, romance, pains, and so much more, that, no matter how hard it seemed to be, they could endure. At least they hoped. No matter how much they wished this wasn't so, it was. And that was they're life now. They're life.
Author's note: And how to know you write too much:
You can write 3 and ¾ pages in one paragraph.
You can write a so called short sum up of things are going, and almost make four pages on it.
Now, look back on this story. --__--; I am thinking about a new story, that, if I post, I will announce here, so be looking for it. I do have a Cowboy Bebop story out called "A Syndicate Life," if anyone actually wants to read that, which I doubt. But, that's all. Oh, yeah. When it says "an:. . ." in parenthises, it's an author's note for any one who doesn't know. Ja.
