DevilsAngel
By: devilsangel
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A/N: I would like the entire world to know that I got a new laptop and I'm EXTREMELY happy and decide to be until further notice. WAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (hysterical scream). Enjoy my kindness and generosity (Tennyo: Psh! Yea rite.). You know you love me.
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~*Chapter Two: One half*~
"Kagome!" Kaede shouted, hitting the back of her head with the wooden katana in her hand, "Pay attention! Focus!"
Kagome resisted the urge to rub the sudden pain on her neck and bowed. "Gomen Nasai, Kaede-sama."
"Kagome," Kaede scolded, " If you don't pay attention. You'll never pass as a well-trained miko. All mikos have training in judo and kendo. AND," Kaede shouted again as Kagome started to doze off, "They are all good at it. So pay attention!"
"HAI!" Kagome replied, scampering away before Kaede's stick could hit her again. Kaede smiled and reached into her purified miko powers, to take a thread. She poked Kagome slightly with its newly-shaped point. Kagome yelped and started to run in a mad scramble. Her sensei was quite scary in some ways, dogmatically scary at times. Kagome was scared.
She ran as if her life depended on it.
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"Kagome-chan! How was your lesson with our precious old village miko?" A young man approached Kagome as she paused by a tree, to catch her breath.
"How do you think it was?"
He winced in sympathy.
"Ouch. Nice to know you're still alive."
"Miro-ku. She's not *that* bad." Kagome crossed her arms and glared at the boy.
"Ah, that is what you think, my dear Kagome. The truth is," He scooted closer to her, "The Truth is-"
"- the truth is you need to learn how to keep your hands away from me!" Kagome interrupted as she batted away a roaming hand. Miroku drew his hand back and leaned against the tree as if nothing had occurred.
"You injure my pride, my dear Kagome." He stated nonchalantly. "As I was saying. The truth is that Kaede is the devil. I should know. I *do* work under her." Kagome snorted.
"Uh-huh."
"Really Kagome-san!"
"Uh-huh." Miroku was such a pest.
"Ka-go-may-"
"Look Miroku, I don't have time for this. I still have lessons from Rei- sama, you know?"
"Ah, now Rei. She's a different story totally. A nice figure for someone her age. A very nice figure. Oh! But not as nice as yours, of course, Kagome-chan."
"Of course." Kagome snorted.
"And then there's Sango. Now that's a nice girl. An assassin nevertheless! And of course there's that girl from Gohi-"
Kagome walked away, leaving the perverted monk to his own musings. She shook her head, slowly, in exasperation. Some people never do change, do they?
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"You're late."
"Gomen, Rei-sama."
"Get to work."
"Hai." Kagome sat down, cross-legged to start her breathing exercises. Meditation in its simplest form, you could say. It was easy, really. Breath in, hold for 9 seconds, and release. Repeat the process over a hundred times and all you can think about is, well, nothing.
As Kagome meditated, Rei circled around her occasionally tapping her harshly, when she lost concentration.
"You are not focused. Focus, Kagome." Kagome sighed. All her teachers said that these days. She started over again and made sure to clear her mind.
"Good, you may stop. Now, review what we learned daypast." Rei had always used the scryer's terms of times. Kagome never knew why.
"Hai. I learned an enchantment on the healing of land."
"Recite the spell." Rei ordered. Kagome obliged, reciting it in a monotone, machine-like way.
"Presentday, you will learn a spell on inducing sleep. Let us begin."
And so the lesson went on, in it's regular routine.
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Rei watched as her energetic young student literally bounce away. It had been 17 years since she first brought the newborn infant here. They were soon adopted into village life, and fell into their roles beautifully.
Kagome had gained a foster mother, at the pleading of Rei herself. She had grown up as a Ningen girl. Full of spirit and self-determination. For all that counts, Kagome was a well thought-of young woman. She would have a prosperous future, Rei would hear the villagers say. She would take the place of the old miko when the time comes.
Rei chuckled. Ah, but if only they knew about the child's real identity. In fact, if only the child knew as well.
Rei picked up the little rabbit that Kagome had been working on. Working on reluctantly, mind you. It was fast asleep and probably would be for a few days, at the least. She put it onto a mat, comfortably, and settled down.
Ningens could really affect the way you act. They changed her usual rude demeanor to one similar to a loving mother. That was how the outside world knew her. All but Kagome. Rei sighed. The time would come eventually. This was just a few decades out of her infinite years of life.
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"Kagome-chan!" A black cloak clad young woman shouted as she enveloped Kagome in a hug.
"How are you, Sango?" Kagome managed to choke out.
"Fine, fine. By the way, have you spied Miroku? He owes me a new fighting staff." Sango rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "Just wait until I get my hands on him."
A rustling of the bushes was heard, and Miroku magically pops out. Kagome steps backwards, impulsively.
"Lady Sango, I assure you that your beautiful staff broke on its own accord. I did not have anything to do with it." Miroku stated, with a look of pure innocence.
"Of course it did, Miroku. And I suppose my scrying ball disappeared on its own accord too." Kagome inputted.
"Kagome-chan, I am hurt." Miroku clutched his heart in mock injury. Tripping oer a root, he conveniently fell on top of Sango, clutching the wrong spots on her body. Sango looked up from the ground, stunned. It registered. She turned into three amazing shades of red and started to chase after the long-gone monk.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU HENTAI! JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Sango shouted, to nothing in particular, waving her fist in the air. She had already lost the shadow of the perverted monk.
Kagome laughed. If there was another thing that Miroku was good at (Besides having the tendency to harass girls), it would be running away.
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A/N: okay, this chapter doesn't have much. just a bunch of fluff and an overview of how Kagome's village life has been. I wanted it to end on a lighter note, because the rest of the story won't be so lighthearted. Enjoy it while you can. About those wonder about Sesshoumaru. The next chapter is all him. I can't wait to write it! You know you love me.
By: devilsangel
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A/N: I would like the entire world to know that I got a new laptop and I'm EXTREMELY happy and decide to be until further notice. WAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (hysterical scream). Enjoy my kindness and generosity (Tennyo: Psh! Yea rite.). You know you love me.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
~*Chapter Two: One half*~
"Kagome!" Kaede shouted, hitting the back of her head with the wooden katana in her hand, "Pay attention! Focus!"
Kagome resisted the urge to rub the sudden pain on her neck and bowed. "Gomen Nasai, Kaede-sama."
"Kagome," Kaede scolded, " If you don't pay attention. You'll never pass as a well-trained miko. All mikos have training in judo and kendo. AND," Kaede shouted again as Kagome started to doze off, "They are all good at it. So pay attention!"
"HAI!" Kagome replied, scampering away before Kaede's stick could hit her again. Kaede smiled and reached into her purified miko powers, to take a thread. She poked Kagome slightly with its newly-shaped point. Kagome yelped and started to run in a mad scramble. Her sensei was quite scary in some ways, dogmatically scary at times. Kagome was scared.
She ran as if her life depended on it.
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"Kagome-chan! How was your lesson with our precious old village miko?" A young man approached Kagome as she paused by a tree, to catch her breath.
"How do you think it was?"
He winced in sympathy.
"Ouch. Nice to know you're still alive."
"Miro-ku. She's not *that* bad." Kagome crossed her arms and glared at the boy.
"Ah, that is what you think, my dear Kagome. The truth is," He scooted closer to her, "The Truth is-"
"- the truth is you need to learn how to keep your hands away from me!" Kagome interrupted as she batted away a roaming hand. Miroku drew his hand back and leaned against the tree as if nothing had occurred.
"You injure my pride, my dear Kagome." He stated nonchalantly. "As I was saying. The truth is that Kaede is the devil. I should know. I *do* work under her." Kagome snorted.
"Uh-huh."
"Really Kagome-san!"
"Uh-huh." Miroku was such a pest.
"Ka-go-may-"
"Look Miroku, I don't have time for this. I still have lessons from Rei- sama, you know?"
"Ah, now Rei. She's a different story totally. A nice figure for someone her age. A very nice figure. Oh! But not as nice as yours, of course, Kagome-chan."
"Of course." Kagome snorted.
"And then there's Sango. Now that's a nice girl. An assassin nevertheless! And of course there's that girl from Gohi-"
Kagome walked away, leaving the perverted monk to his own musings. She shook her head, slowly, in exasperation. Some people never do change, do they?
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"You're late."
"Gomen, Rei-sama."
"Get to work."
"Hai." Kagome sat down, cross-legged to start her breathing exercises. Meditation in its simplest form, you could say. It was easy, really. Breath in, hold for 9 seconds, and release. Repeat the process over a hundred times and all you can think about is, well, nothing.
As Kagome meditated, Rei circled around her occasionally tapping her harshly, when she lost concentration.
"You are not focused. Focus, Kagome." Kagome sighed. All her teachers said that these days. She started over again and made sure to clear her mind.
"Good, you may stop. Now, review what we learned daypast." Rei had always used the scryer's terms of times. Kagome never knew why.
"Hai. I learned an enchantment on the healing of land."
"Recite the spell." Rei ordered. Kagome obliged, reciting it in a monotone, machine-like way.
"Presentday, you will learn a spell on inducing sleep. Let us begin."
And so the lesson went on, in it's regular routine.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Rei watched as her energetic young student literally bounce away. It had been 17 years since she first brought the newborn infant here. They were soon adopted into village life, and fell into their roles beautifully.
Kagome had gained a foster mother, at the pleading of Rei herself. She had grown up as a Ningen girl. Full of spirit and self-determination. For all that counts, Kagome was a well thought-of young woman. She would have a prosperous future, Rei would hear the villagers say. She would take the place of the old miko when the time comes.
Rei chuckled. Ah, but if only they knew about the child's real identity. In fact, if only the child knew as well.
Rei picked up the little rabbit that Kagome had been working on. Working on reluctantly, mind you. It was fast asleep and probably would be for a few days, at the least. She put it onto a mat, comfortably, and settled down.
Ningens could really affect the way you act. They changed her usual rude demeanor to one similar to a loving mother. That was how the outside world knew her. All but Kagome. Rei sighed. The time would come eventually. This was just a few decades out of her infinite years of life.
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"Kagome-chan!" A black cloak clad young woman shouted as she enveloped Kagome in a hug.
"How are you, Sango?" Kagome managed to choke out.
"Fine, fine. By the way, have you spied Miroku? He owes me a new fighting staff." Sango rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "Just wait until I get my hands on him."
A rustling of the bushes was heard, and Miroku magically pops out. Kagome steps backwards, impulsively.
"Lady Sango, I assure you that your beautiful staff broke on its own accord. I did not have anything to do with it." Miroku stated, with a look of pure innocence.
"Of course it did, Miroku. And I suppose my scrying ball disappeared on its own accord too." Kagome inputted.
"Kagome-chan, I am hurt." Miroku clutched his heart in mock injury. Tripping oer a root, he conveniently fell on top of Sango, clutching the wrong spots on her body. Sango looked up from the ground, stunned. It registered. She turned into three amazing shades of red and started to chase after the long-gone monk.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU HENTAI! JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Sango shouted, to nothing in particular, waving her fist in the air. She had already lost the shadow of the perverted monk.
Kagome laughed. If there was another thing that Miroku was good at (Besides having the tendency to harass girls), it would be running away.
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A/N: okay, this chapter doesn't have much. just a bunch of fluff and an overview of how Kagome's village life has been. I wanted it to end on a lighter note, because the rest of the story won't be so lighthearted. Enjoy it while you can. About those wonder about Sesshoumaru. The next chapter is all him. I can't wait to write it! You know you love me.
