Hey loyal readers! I have written another chappy! I hope this clears up
some questions, but more than that I hope it makes you want to read more!
Of my story, not in general or anything. This isn't Hooked On Phonics.
Anyway, my cousin Kyle is currently in Feudal Japan, where Kagome is
teaching both him and Inuyasha some manners. Let's take a look . . .
"SIT SIT SIT SITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSIT . . ."
This may take a while.
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Groaning, Kagome opened her eyes. Assaulted by the bright lights, she shut her eyes much faster than she had cracked them.
"Oh you finally woke up." A disembodied voice sarcastically called.
Cracking one eye open just a bit, Kagome half-heartedly searched out the familiar voice in the dark shadows. Finally reaching their destination, Kagome felt a slight jolt as all her hope and denial escaped her mind.
"Sota, how could you?" She cried, wishing her voice was strong enough to scream.
"I was hoping you'd ask," he grinned "I suppose we should start near the beginning." Clearing his throat, Sota began,
"One day, as I was walking past a pre-school, I heard a young girl talking to one of her friends about the well and shrine she and her mother tended to. Searching for a particular well myself, I thought she might lead me to a source or perhaps know herself where I could locate my specific destination. Following the child, I was lead to her home and the shrine she spoke of, the shrine I had searched for. Elated, I searched the fabled well housed in the shrine. As I investigated the well, I noticed that no spell was placed on it. Using my only sacred jewel shard, I opened the time portal, but the piece was sucked into the well and I was unable to utilize the portal's abilities. I was forced to wait until I could obtain another shard, which will be impossible."
Trying to absorb all this new information, Kagome was reduced to opening and closing her mouth, no words were able to escape her lips due to the shock. Finally she was able to stutter, "So . . . you opened the . . . but how . . . only my mother and I have lived by the . . . you weren't born when I was still in pre-school . . . I just don't understand . . ."
"Of course you don't understand, your small mind simply can't comprehend what you've been told so far. Perhaps I should further clarify, if you would be so kind as to keep your comments to yourself." Sota glared at Kagome as though she was an insect and continued, "Looking through the homes large side window, I saw the young girl with her mother. The woman called to the child by name, she called for you. As you ran to perform some insignificant chore, I entered your home, then I entered your mother by using a variation of the mind switch spell you and Kikyou experienced. The unborn child in your mother's womb was easy to subdue. Perhaps I should explain how the spell works," Sota offered when he noticed Kagome puzzled expression. "Unlike the switching spell, this spell causes one persons body, soul, and mind to be completely enveloped in another's. I used the spell to . . ."
"You took Sota's body from him before he was even born, didn't you Naraku?" Kagome whispered as she finally realized what impossibilities she was suddenly facing, "but how can you be Naraku when he's Naraku?" Kagome asked as she gestured to the shadowy from in the corner.
"He is the Naraku of this time, I am him in the year 1999," 'Sota' corrected. (A/N that's when Inuyasha was created, for those of you who didn't know.)
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Wincing in pain, Miroku willed himself to not cry out. His pledge was cut short when he saw Sango. Lying on her side, blood was still oozing from wounds on her back and chest, not to mention the gashes that covered every inch of her body.
//I can't remember her sustaining so many injuries, someone must have hurt her after I lost consciousness// Miroku thought to himself, he was in to much pain to muse aloud.
Miroku dragged himself across the stone floor, grimacing every time something hit a wound. Seeing as how he was covered in blood, he was always grunting in discomfort. His face, which was normally stoic, seemed to have broken through an emotional dam. Wiggling his way across the cell, his face was flooded with a sea of emotion as he though of his time with Sango. The first time he saw her when she was fighting Inuyasha, when she found what had happened to Kohaku, when she was caring for Kirara. For one brief moment his perverted smirk was plastered on his face as he recalled the one time he saw Sango naked on accident. Reaching Sango, his face was instantly covered in intense worry and panic when he saw the true extent of her wounds.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was in a similar position with Kiadae. The shoulder wound she received from Naraku would not be life threatening to a younger person, but Kiadae was no longer youthful. Her older body couldn't handle so much stress and her injury was not clotting as quickly as Inuyasha would've liked.
After wrapping her torn shoulder in a piece of his Fire Rat kimono, Inuyasha turned a sympathetic eye to Kirara. The Fire Cat was crammed in a tiny enchanted cage that didn't allow her to transform in to her larger form. Added to this, both Inuyasha and Kirara could smell Miroku and Sango's blood, and Sango's blood was coated in the smell of impending death.
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"SITSITSIT!!!! So have you boys learned your lesson yet?"
"Yes oh great wise Kagome."
"And that would be . . .?"
Inuyasha whispers to Kyle, "don't kidnap Kagome for some ramen. If it's gonna be worthwhile, do it for a LOT of ramen."
*Kagome's eye twitches*
"SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT ! ! !"
P.S. I know this chappy is weak, but I needed to explain some things.
"SIT SIT SIT SITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSIT . . ."
This may take a while.
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Groaning, Kagome opened her eyes. Assaulted by the bright lights, she shut her eyes much faster than she had cracked them.
"Oh you finally woke up." A disembodied voice sarcastically called.
Cracking one eye open just a bit, Kagome half-heartedly searched out the familiar voice in the dark shadows. Finally reaching their destination, Kagome felt a slight jolt as all her hope and denial escaped her mind.
"Sota, how could you?" She cried, wishing her voice was strong enough to scream.
"I was hoping you'd ask," he grinned "I suppose we should start near the beginning." Clearing his throat, Sota began,
"One day, as I was walking past a pre-school, I heard a young girl talking to one of her friends about the well and shrine she and her mother tended to. Searching for a particular well myself, I thought she might lead me to a source or perhaps know herself where I could locate my specific destination. Following the child, I was lead to her home and the shrine she spoke of, the shrine I had searched for. Elated, I searched the fabled well housed in the shrine. As I investigated the well, I noticed that no spell was placed on it. Using my only sacred jewel shard, I opened the time portal, but the piece was sucked into the well and I was unable to utilize the portal's abilities. I was forced to wait until I could obtain another shard, which will be impossible."
Trying to absorb all this new information, Kagome was reduced to opening and closing her mouth, no words were able to escape her lips due to the shock. Finally she was able to stutter, "So . . . you opened the . . . but how . . . only my mother and I have lived by the . . . you weren't born when I was still in pre-school . . . I just don't understand . . ."
"Of course you don't understand, your small mind simply can't comprehend what you've been told so far. Perhaps I should further clarify, if you would be so kind as to keep your comments to yourself." Sota glared at Kagome as though she was an insect and continued, "Looking through the homes large side window, I saw the young girl with her mother. The woman called to the child by name, she called for you. As you ran to perform some insignificant chore, I entered your home, then I entered your mother by using a variation of the mind switch spell you and Kikyou experienced. The unborn child in your mother's womb was easy to subdue. Perhaps I should explain how the spell works," Sota offered when he noticed Kagome puzzled expression. "Unlike the switching spell, this spell causes one persons body, soul, and mind to be completely enveloped in another's. I used the spell to . . ."
"You took Sota's body from him before he was even born, didn't you Naraku?" Kagome whispered as she finally realized what impossibilities she was suddenly facing, "but how can you be Naraku when he's Naraku?" Kagome asked as she gestured to the shadowy from in the corner.
"He is the Naraku of this time, I am him in the year 1999," 'Sota' corrected. (A/N that's when Inuyasha was created, for those of you who didn't know.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wincing in pain, Miroku willed himself to not cry out. His pledge was cut short when he saw Sango. Lying on her side, blood was still oozing from wounds on her back and chest, not to mention the gashes that covered every inch of her body.
//I can't remember her sustaining so many injuries, someone must have hurt her after I lost consciousness// Miroku thought to himself, he was in to much pain to muse aloud.
Miroku dragged himself across the stone floor, grimacing every time something hit a wound. Seeing as how he was covered in blood, he was always grunting in discomfort. His face, which was normally stoic, seemed to have broken through an emotional dam. Wiggling his way across the cell, his face was flooded with a sea of emotion as he though of his time with Sango. The first time he saw her when she was fighting Inuyasha, when she found what had happened to Kohaku, when she was caring for Kirara. For one brief moment his perverted smirk was plastered on his face as he recalled the one time he saw Sango naked on accident. Reaching Sango, his face was instantly covered in intense worry and panic when he saw the true extent of her wounds.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was in a similar position with Kiadae. The shoulder wound she received from Naraku would not be life threatening to a younger person, but Kiadae was no longer youthful. Her older body couldn't handle so much stress and her injury was not clotting as quickly as Inuyasha would've liked.
After wrapping her torn shoulder in a piece of his Fire Rat kimono, Inuyasha turned a sympathetic eye to Kirara. The Fire Cat was crammed in a tiny enchanted cage that didn't allow her to transform in to her larger form. Added to this, both Inuyasha and Kirara could smell Miroku and Sango's blood, and Sango's blood was coated in the smell of impending death.
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"SITSITSIT!!!! So have you boys learned your lesson yet?"
"Yes oh great wise Kagome."
"And that would be . . .?"
Inuyasha whispers to Kyle, "don't kidnap Kagome for some ramen. If it's gonna be worthwhile, do it for a LOT of ramen."
*Kagome's eye twitches*
"SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT SIT ! ! !"
P.S. I know this chappy is weak, but I needed to explain some things.