Hello everybody! It's been a long time since I've updated anything
(computer was down). Nobody's reviewed yet, but I'll update anyways.
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Formulas. Kagome's mind was filled to the brim with formulas. She was so behind in school. She thought taking her math to Sengoku Jidai was a good idea. Big mistake. Inuyasha's competitive spirit was taking charge of his life, arousing arguments left and right. He wasn't going to stop.
She slammed her textbook shut, alarming Inuyasha and Miroku from their profane argument. With a killer's glare, she began to walk towards the two. Miroku made a hasty dash and escaped, leaving the hanyou to face Kagome's wrath. He tried to back away, but found himself cornered into the hut's wall. Still, she approached him, the look of death in her eyes. Once close enough, she grabbed his kimono top and pulled his face into hers.
"Watch your language. I'm trying to do homework," she said in a forceful manner. She then released his kimono from her grasp. Walking away from Inuyasha, she became surprised at her actions. She pondered over her hostile outburst, and then remembered that Inuyasha almost cried when Shippo bonked him on the head a few days ago. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She would talk it over with Inuyasha.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was searching. For what, he didn't know. It was the smell that lured him. Evil had a scent like jasmine: sweet and seducing. This scent was mixed with blood, sweat, and agony. Moving faster, he soon found himself next to a scarred and torn field, empty and barren. He dared not enter, for this was a sacred place for hanyous. Only they remember the great battle of Koji and The Vampire, good and evil. Humans and hanyous against demons beyond imaginable. Ask a human about any facts of this, they would say wives tales. But Inuyasha knew better, for the smell of jasmine pooled from this area.
Inuyasha had heard the tale from his mother, who had heard it from his father. He believed it, and would always. A sudden urge filled his mind. Was it wrong to see the spot on which evil had perished?
And so, he stepped into the lonely field. Every muscle in his body shuddered. He was perhaps the first hanyou in hundreds, maybe even thousands of years to step into this place. The jasmine scent got stronger with every step he took, until it became mixed with the scent of rain: the scent of good. He had found the spot where the final blows were dealt. And to prove it, a jasmine flower and a bud of some unknown flower were entwined together, as if in a battle for life. He bent down and touched the bud.
A thorn grew from the bud, pricking Inuyasha's finger. He was falling into darkness, into sleep. When he would wake, his life and his friends lives would be mixed up in one of the greatest wars of their lives. ************************************************************************ Good, yes??? Update, now!!!! Thank you!
Formulas. Kagome's mind was filled to the brim with formulas. She was so behind in school. She thought taking her math to Sengoku Jidai was a good idea. Big mistake. Inuyasha's competitive spirit was taking charge of his life, arousing arguments left and right. He wasn't going to stop.
She slammed her textbook shut, alarming Inuyasha and Miroku from their profane argument. With a killer's glare, she began to walk towards the two. Miroku made a hasty dash and escaped, leaving the hanyou to face Kagome's wrath. He tried to back away, but found himself cornered into the hut's wall. Still, she approached him, the look of death in her eyes. Once close enough, she grabbed his kimono top and pulled his face into hers.
"Watch your language. I'm trying to do homework," she said in a forceful manner. She then released his kimono from her grasp. Walking away from Inuyasha, she became surprised at her actions. She pondered over her hostile outburst, and then remembered that Inuyasha almost cried when Shippo bonked him on the head a few days ago. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She would talk it over with Inuyasha.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha was searching. For what, he didn't know. It was the smell that lured him. Evil had a scent like jasmine: sweet and seducing. This scent was mixed with blood, sweat, and agony. Moving faster, he soon found himself next to a scarred and torn field, empty and barren. He dared not enter, for this was a sacred place for hanyous. Only they remember the great battle of Koji and The Vampire, good and evil. Humans and hanyous against demons beyond imaginable. Ask a human about any facts of this, they would say wives tales. But Inuyasha knew better, for the smell of jasmine pooled from this area.
Inuyasha had heard the tale from his mother, who had heard it from his father. He believed it, and would always. A sudden urge filled his mind. Was it wrong to see the spot on which evil had perished?
And so, he stepped into the lonely field. Every muscle in his body shuddered. He was perhaps the first hanyou in hundreds, maybe even thousands of years to step into this place. The jasmine scent got stronger with every step he took, until it became mixed with the scent of rain: the scent of good. He had found the spot where the final blows were dealt. And to prove it, a jasmine flower and a bud of some unknown flower were entwined together, as if in a battle for life. He bent down and touched the bud.
A thorn grew from the bud, pricking Inuyasha's finger. He was falling into darkness, into sleep. When he would wake, his life and his friends lives would be mixed up in one of the greatest wars of their lives. ************************************************************************ Good, yes??? Update, now!!!! Thank you!