Hirari's Beginning Notes:
Wow, was I a bitch in the last chapter or what? C'mon, say it along with me.
I-W-A-S-A-B-I-T-C-H
But that won't happen anymore, because I have courses for that problem. ^_^
It's been awhile (nearly 6 months) since I updated this fanfiction. Alot, huh? Some cliffhanger. Anything that got you worried about this story was a complete lie, and should be shot down to a mere grain of salt.
But it is sad to report, this is nearing the end of "Freedom, she asks". ...Not a very sad note, but it dampered my spirits a bit, because this was my first fanfiction ever. This is the story that started it all. ('It' being my futile sarcasm and witty remarks on the US government and today's social issues on commerce and brand flakes.)
Geez, a whole summer and no update... I guess I'm just a mean little bitch, like the paper boy says.
So, thanks for your reviews. I enjoy the lessons on my terrible spelling and encouraging comments. Now presenting, chapter 7.
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Freedom, she asks
Chapter 7: Red Ribbon Cut
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"Hey InuYasha, wait up!" Sango called after the infuriated and guilty demon, paying no regard to another presence that somehow made it's way into the kingdom.
Miroku and Shippou looked at each other and nodded, "Let's get her."
The two ran after Sango and InuYasha at full speed, being sure to keep a quiet pace in the mysterious domain of their enimies territory.
A small figure in the dark corner nodded solemnly, her mirror glinting before fading away.
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"Ka.. Kagura?"
Kagura raised a delicate brow at the young ningen on the floor and aimed her bladed fan's tip two inches from her face.
"You, girl, have trespassed on Naraku-sama's territory," Kagura stated defiantly to the scared Kagome. In a heart beat, Kagura opened her fan to reveal the blades that were now merely an inch away from her face.
"Speak why you are here, though I doubt you'll get away without punishment.."
Kagome scrambled back a bit and gulped. Only having Kagura step forward, leaving the same distance as before between the weapon, and her head. Kagome hesitantly looked up into her vicious ruby eyes, opening her dry mouth to say something.
"I-I came here because-"
Kagura snorted un-lady like, narrowing those ruby eyes. "You came here for a purpose? And to think I thought that you wandered into Naraku-sama's domain like a lost puppy. Shame." She slowly tilted her hand, sliding the blades of the Chinese fan across her neck like knifes cutting water.
Small crimson splotches fled from a cut on Kagome's neck. Somewhere, infuriation rose quicker and quicker.
She fidgeted, mentally battling on whether or not she should stand up and make a run for it, in hope of finding InuYasha. Or to be surrendered to a demon with the intentions to kill. The wind youkai took a step back from her spot, lowering her fan to her side.
Her visage clearly representing tad annoyance, and sincerity.
Kagura disregarded the ningen girl in the sailor fuku uniform, turning her attention to the staircase railing, where a small silver glint reflected from that window plagued in dusty black.
"Show yourself, Kanna. You know you can't hide."
The small ghastly girl appeared at the stoop of the staircase with an emotionless mask covering her emotions and solitary torment. There she stood. The small albino woman with the body of a child, and spirit of a stallion. One, that nobody may ever know.
Kanna yielded her eyes to her younger sister, then to Kagome who now stood pressing her back to a wooden wall.
Kagura frowned out of the blue, "You let them in here, didn't you, Kanna? Do you not know how much trouble Naraku-sama might cast upon us, or did you forget?" She slipped a gracious sandaled foot in front of her point a sharp claw at her older sister, accusingly.
Kanna remained silent, then suddenly faded away.
"KAGOME!!" came a distant voice.
Said girl's eyes widened, frantically looking around for the source of the voice. Her back still pressed against the wall, racking with fear. Kagura made a swiping dodge for the girl's neck, successfully pressing a point on her neck where the blood from the previous cut seeped until that time. Kagome clawed at the hand around her neck, red dots appearing before her very eyes.
A trickle of blood poured a stream from the side of Kagome's mouth. "Let go.. of.. me..!" she choke, close to sleeping within the depths of black. Kagura laughed in spite of the gurgles, "How does it feel, ningen? The feel of close death?" Crushing her neck within her hands, the only response from the girl was a strained choke, cocking for breath. Kagome's eyes going back into her head, lack of air.
"WHERE ARE YOU?!! ANSWER ME! KAGOME!!"
Kagura took her fan, and swifted it twords the open door, ripping it clean off it's splintered hinges. She took Kagome's neck, forcing her to look out of that door, into the hall where a solitary mirror suspend with no reflection.
"All what is out there, girl; is nothing you shall ever witness again! You take your freedom, and misuse it to an advantage of death..." Kagura felt the girl pass out within her grasp. Her body lifeless of further oxygen, white glazed eyes showing on her face completing the most horrifying of expressions upon the ningen's face. Expression of no hope.
The thump of her unconscious body landing on the carpeted stone floor.. that cold, slick, stone floor.. resounded throughout the entire fortress.
"Augh!" A fierce slash of ink arose from debris of radiant glass, bursted into the room, being winded like a sea of hornets after thirst. The tattered door through they came, swimming, preying, Kagura in the center of a piercing tornado. Blood and ink whipping around the room like a child's masterpiece of gruel red paint.
"Na-?!" Ruins of ink melted from those mirror shards, warding off ones to step by it's track of destruction. Kagura was literally cut off from talking, or reacting with weapons or attempt to get away. Kagura's eyes snapped open as her prayers were cut short. Her skin was ripping open, several shreds of her flesh were being sliced off like butcher's meat, swirling around the mysterious tornado of wreckage.
And before she knew it, an earth shattering scream let loose from the wind youkai. Before her body it the floor; a bloody mess.
Another body hit the floor. A girl shrunk to her knees, a boomerang hitch upon her shoulder. A monk of grief, supported himself against the wall, baring witness to the bizarre torture. A small demon, cradling the raven haired girl's head within his paws.
And a silver haired man, who's blood seemed to run cold in a striking comportment.
InuYasha's mouth gaped, as the mirror shards stood in mid-air, freezing themselves in time. Then suddenly, dropping onto Kagura's contortioned body, one by one.
His eyes fell upon Shippou's dirge form, clutching Kagome's chest like a son would to his mother. Clutching her like a lifeline. His weeping rung throughout the castle like a pristine bell. Heard, but solemn.
Sango crawled over to Kagome's still form, caring less if the cutting debris pierced her knees and hands. Sango held a shaky hand over her mouth, using the other one to stroke her best friend's hair, holding back a sudden advocate to scream.
Miroku's eyes were drowned in a child's fear. The fear of death. He had just witnessed more then any ordinary monk could or would ever handle, and for that, he wished he were there to protect his loyal companion. But couldn't. He sunk to the floor from against the wall, dropping his staff carelessly, never taking his eyes away from Kagome.
InuYasha slowly found himself, horrified to his own near death that Kagome looked like she had just been strangled by tattered wire.. And he wasn't there to save her. Shoving the crying Shipou off of her petite form, InuYasha picked her up by her torso, hugging her, rocking her back and forth slowly to him.
His eyes clenched shut, embracing Kagome to him, slowly chanting for her life; for her not to be dead. And wishing he had not said those terrible things to her, long before.
'I failed you Kagome...' InuYasha fought back a sniffle, burying his hands deep within her hair, and kissing her forehead roughly. All he wanted.. was for her to be with him.
'Please..' He thought heartrendingly, 'Please, come back to me, my Kagome...I'd do anything for you to just, wake up again...Anything to be with you.'
"Oh my gods.." Sango wept into her hands gravely. "What has she done to her..? Why had she done this to her?! Why..."
As Kagura's inert body lie bleeding there, the fray demoralizing figure of Kanna stood in the mangled doorway. A mirror less rim within her tiny hands, her white skin splotched with blackened blood.
"What do you say," Kanna spoke up after moments of deplorable silence. Her eyes on the ningen girl, who's neck and mouth was sinuously overflowing with crimson fluid. Kagome's neck was purple and battered, with her half-lidded eyes showing only white.
The whole body of the innocent girl within the hanyou's shaky arms, was completely etched with a deadly pail contrast.
"Shall I get my freedom, or shall I not?"
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Notes:
And so ends another chapter of..this. Whatever you may refer it to, I'm kinda proud of it.. since I'm trying a shot at action and tragedy and all.
...Did I do an okay job? I hope so.
Please eliminate worry you may feel if you think Kagome is dead. She isn't, she's just unconscious. The coma kind of unconscious. The one where it may take up to many weeks, months or years to wake up from.
I have the rest of this story figured out. There is about 3 more chapters left. No more, but maybe less. Depends on how much I plan to put in the next chapter.
I'd be grateful if you'd review, but you don't have to. I don't expect any, so it's okay. No really, it is.
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* *- Hirari's actions
[ ]- Amande's commentary
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Disclaimer CaM: Episode #01
*as the camera moves in on Hirari, she appears to be munching on Raisin Brand Crunch at the Fisher-Price table by herself* [What a cheap ingrate.. The table is plastic for god sake's!]
*after 5 minutes of munching, Hirari stops eating and looks up at the cam* [Everybody wave and say, 'hi Hirari!']
*raising a fist, Hirari's eyes never leaving the cam* [OoOo, what's this, now?]
*she shoots the cam a birdy and goes back to eating her brand flakes* [Right back at 'choo, bitch! *waves around her middle finger*]
"Fuck off, Amande." Hirari sighs.
Amande turns off her camera, and puts a hand on her hip, "Geez, the respect I get trying to do The Court Of Law-not to mention my own sister-a favor." She rolls her eyes and steals a bowl of Raisin Brand.
Hirari steals the bowl back, "Filming me while I sleep talk, does not count as a favor. So take that camera and go to hell. 'Cuz if I catch you with it again, why I'm gonna—"
Getting up from the table, Amande turns away, smirking evilly. "Worry none, sister dearest. I'll destroy it, soon enough. BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Hirari got up from the table quickly and stumbled into the kitchen to eat her breakfast without being bothered by a psychotic pyro.
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Crazy, crazy, crazy,
Hirari the 9th Goddess Of Maple Syrup