AN: -smiles big enough to light a night- You all are the best reviewers I
could ever ask for! Each one of you noticed something in the story that
you liked, and was a unique observation to all of you. But I think you
were a little hard on Keitaro, he's hiding under my bed now, afraid you
guys are going to come after him.
Keitaro: -muffled- I'm not hiding, I'm hunting.
Lilac: Oh yeah, because the dust bunnies under my brother's bed are so dangerous! I'm staying with my mom for a week or two while my brother is out of town, so I get to sleep on his tiny little bed. The bad news is not enough room for Kei so he has to sleep on the floor! The good news is, I get to use his computer all I want while he's not here to kick me off -grin- .
Keitaro: Yeah, and write crap about me. You're going to get me killed!! Especially when you don't explain what I meant!
Lilac: Calm down handsome, your chance to speak is coming up, and you'll get full rights to say exactly what you want. I'm gonna throw a little stall tactic in this chapter and then you get all the attention.
Keitaro : -Feh- You'd better! Now answer those reviews before they write more stuff about me!
Lilac : Le sigh-
Okay, reply time.
del_kaidin(): Aww, don't be too mad at them, they're just men -ducks-, and sometimes they tend to shove their feet very deeply into their mouths. Of course, we women do to, so Francesca will probably demonstrate a million times before this thing is over. Wait till she meets Sesshomaru!
pruningshears: Drop kick Jaken, oooh, I should try that too -grin-. Yeah, I hate the slimy bastahd, and I've been dying to beat the crap out of him in one of my stories. As for Fluffy (where that nickname came from I'll never understand, because after watching ep. 7-10 over and over again I've discovered that the fluffy white thing isn't his tail, unless it's detachable -wince-. Anyway, enough ranting. You'll have to see how time has changed Sesshomaru. Now I will say this, in case it wasn't understood. I am a traditional pairing person, I/K, M/S, Ko/Ay. I've read too many Sess/Rin fics and while they were well done, they just struck me the wrong way. Sesshomaru is more a fatherly figure for Rin, and I don't think he could ever see her otherwise. But that's just me, anyway. Don't worry, we'll get to see a new side to Keitaro soon enough, I promise!!
Dia(): Don't worry about it, I understand sometimes life throws you a curveball that's hard to duck. I'm just glad you're back with your ultra incredible reviews. I swear, I should offer up a reward to you guys for all these reviews. Maybe an Inuyasha keychain that I bought from a comic store over here. (I got a Miroku one too and I'm thinking about getting the Kouga, just so I can buy the store out -grin-) Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying the scenes, and I think you were the only person that doesn't want to hurt Kei after his behavior, for which he is very greatful, I'm sure!. You always notice my most subtle bits of information that I throw in to add a bit of flavor to a scene, and I'm very happy for that!! I'm going to try and get some sketches that I did of everyone scanned and up on my website if anyone wants to see them!! Keep reading Dia and good luck in your new place!!!
Disclaimer: I noticed I have not been putting up my evil youkai lawyer scrolls *slaps a new one on*. There, *clears throat* I do not own or have any financial benefits from Inuyasha and Co. However all their kids are of my own imagination, but I don't really think I own them too. I wonder if copyright extends to offspring of characters yet to be discussed. Hmmm, anyway, I don't make any money off of writing this, I do it for the shear pleasure of writing and escaping reality for spurts of time.
When we last left them
"Keitaro, you broke my trust, and you will have to work to gain it back, if that is what you truly want," I said softly, allowing the sadness to show in my eyes before walking past him, and taking the seal from the entrance of the cave. I walked out of the cave to stretch my legs before we rode again. I heard a mew and Kirara followed at my heels, for which I was grateful. At least I knew I wouldn't be completely defenseless.
I walked until I decided that I had gone far enough away to vent in peace. Kirara trotted beside me silently.
"I cannot believe him," I fumed, sitting between the roots of a large tree, Kirara curled up beside me, "How dare he play me like a fool and think that a simple sorry will make everything better." Kirara glanced up at me curiously and swatted lazily at a bug.
"And that other one, kissing me like that. Not even drunk can I excuse him," I grabbed a handful of grass, ripped it from the ground, tossing it over my head and watched it fall to the ground. Kirara jumped at the falling blades and made me laugh.
"You are so much different than I imagined Kirara, " I said reaching out to scratch her ears gently. "I like having you around." She mewed and crawled into my lap, purring softly. I sighed and continued scratching her ears, staring out blankly into the woods. "I'm not even sure what I am more upset about, the fact that he played me like a sap, or that I-" I shook my head. No, I wouldn't admit to it, not in a million years, and not to myself. It was a meaningless kiss, just like Kaemon's, just lips meeting for a few moments and breaking apart. There was no butterflies in my stomach (Quit lying), my skin didn't tingle at his touch (and what are those goosebumps for), and my heart certainly didn't start beating in time with his (Pfffft, you're lousy at this girl.) I grumbled at my internal monologue that was arguing with my logical train of thought.
"What do you think Kirara?" I whispered to the cat who began to doze off on my lap, and I just sighed. "You're lucky, you don't have to deal with this nonsense, do you?" I ran my fingers along her silky fur and smiled.
"It was nice, " I whispered softly, even though she was the only thing around to hear me, "I haven't ever had a kiss that nice." I absentmindedly brought my free hand to my lips. They seemed softer, warmer than before, and fuller. I wondered if that was just my thought, or a by-product. A half giddy laugh escaped my lips as I ran the same hand through my hair, trying to untangle it with my fingers. I would look for an elastic when I went back to the cave, I almost always carried an extra one in the little pockets of my backpack. The morning was blessedly cool, and the air was tinged with the smell of moisture, which clued me into the fact that it would probably rain that night.
Suddenly Kirara's ears perked up, and she hopped off my lap, growling into the woods. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a crash, then another, and a howl. My eyes widened. I knew that it wasn't our invisible menace, but something solid, big and very angry. I reached down to scoop up Kirara, completely forgetting what she was, and took off running towards the cave. Kirara was a ball of muscle in my arms, tense and angry, and I knew she wanted to fight, but if I could prevent it, I wouldn't let her get hurt.
A loud crash sounded behind me, and despite my sense of warning, I turned to see what it was. Standing at least 9 feet tall, covered in a sheen of sweat, stood what I could only describe as a boar-man. His face was swollen and pick, with a long hairy snout that dripped something I didn't want to think about, and two yellowing tusks protruded from his mouth. He looked down at me, and howled and took off after me. I yelped and took to running again.
Suddenly I was jerked backwards by my hair, causing me to drop Kirara. The pain was so intense that tears flew from my eyes, and my scalp screamed as I was pulled backward. 'If I live through this, I will shave my head,' I swore, grabbing my hair to keep it from pulling so much. A large clammy smelly hand grabbed me around the neck and lifted me in the air. It didn't strangle me so much as scare me, and I tried to pull free.
"Where is the half-breed whelp," it snorted and its breath reeked of things long since dead and decayed. I gagged and would have become ill if I had anything in my stomach to release.
"What half-breed," I gasped, trying desperately not too breath in the stench too much.
"The spawn of that murderer Inuyasha and that priestess bitch," it snorted again. I gagged again, as another wave of hot rotting breath hit me in the face, making my eyes sting. "Do not lie to me, human bitch, I know you know where he is, his stench is all over you. Where is your mate?!"
I would have made a comment or two about stenches at that moment, but even my sense of humor knew better and I glared at him with all the anger I could muster through the cloud of fear that I was succumbing to.
"He's not my mate!" I cried, and heard echoed behind me, "She's not my mate!" I groaned inwardly, Kirara must have run to them.
"Get the hell out of here," I called back, and heard a laugh. "Stupid human, do you think you can talk your way out of his grasp, if so, I would love to see it," Keitaro remarked coldly, and I heard a loud smack. I could only assume one of the others hit him in the back of the head, because he didn't continue.
"Drop her," I heard Maeko command, her voice taking on an air much older than her ears, and very faintly I heard creaking. The creature laughed, a soft whoosh filled the air, and a light exploded before me. The creature screamed and I fell to the ground, with the hand still clenched around my throat, though both of us were now detached from its owner, who was screaming and clenching at the bleeding stump of his elbow.
Naoko ran forward and helped free me from the disgusting hand, his own face convulsing with the smell and we supported each other as we ran away. Sweet fresh air filled my lungs and I fell into the grass, dry heaving until my body could rid itself from the filth. Weakly I looked up and saw Keitaro and Kaemon standing before the creature, who had overcome his horror over his arm, and was pawing at the ground with one foot, ready to charge. Keitaro pulled Tetsuseiga from its sheath and it flared to life in his hand, gleaming snow white in the light. Kaemon pulled his own katana and both charged the youkai swiftly. Kaemon fell to his knees and moved to hack at the creature's legs, as Keitaro leapt upwards, bringing the sword down on the creatures' head.
The boarman's remaining arm came up, and batted Keitaro away like a bug, and his leg kicked forward, knocking Kaemon back into the tree near me, unconscious. His katana fell in the grass at my feet, and I reached down to pick it up, as the creature howled and ran towards Maeko. She stood ready, another arrow notched and glowing, waiting to be released, which she did, right into the youkai's other shoulder, leaving such a large hole that it seemed amazing that the other arm remained attached.
"I will eat your heart on a pike for that, you priestess whelp," it screamed and came for a second attack. I ran in front of Maeko, katana in hand, my entire body shaking with fear, but I couldn't sit back and do nothing. The boarman laughed evilly and still came towards us.
"You disgusting piece of pork," cried Keitaro from the air behind him, "I'm your opponent, unless you're the kind of coward who only fights women." I almost took offense to that, until I realized his diversion tactic. I turned to Maeko, "Get your cousin out of the way," I told her and ran toward the boarman, who had his back to me, distracted with Keitaro and his really big sword. Judging by the fact that Keitaro was using Tetsuseiga like a normal sword told me that he had never learned the Kaze no Kizo, or any other of the sword's attacks. I drove the sword into the boar's back, with all the strength in my possession, and heard the cracking sound as the sword splintered the bones of its ribs.
A scream echoed through the woods as it spun around, swinging wildly as it tried to pull the sword from its back, and I stood there numbly, still feeling the spray of blood on my face. Keitaro tackled me to the ground, knocking some sense back into me, as an arm came narrowly over me, threatening to knock my head off. He rolled off of me, and jumped in the air, to bring down Tetsuseiga in another blow. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbed the hilt of Kaemon's katana, pulling it free which brought another scream from the youkai. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, from exhaustion and a growing lack of blood, and I ran forward, bringing the sword through his jawbone and out his opposite temple. Something inside me took over, and I was merely an observer of my own body, swinging this sword, and I felt the blood flood over my jaw and neck, but I was physically oblivious to it. My mind screamed as I realized what had just happened, and as the youkai fell with a thump to the ground, my control returned. I stared at my bloodied hands, which were shaking, or perhaps my entire body was shaking and I only noticed my hands.
Maeko ran over to me, and vaguely heard her call my name. All I could hear was the hot rush of blood in my ear, seeing the scene over and over before my eyes. Maeko knelt before me, looking into my eyes, and I heard Kaemon's voice, felt his hands grab me, and his face stare into mine. I could only stare blankly at him, hear his muffled words as the roaring grew louder, and my breath became slower and slower, as another hand wrapped itself around my neck and slowly choked off my air supply. Maeko pulled me from her cousin's arms, just as I felt my eyes widen, and I felt another pair of arms grab me and lift me from the ground. I saw the black and purple of Naoko's robes, and simply lay there, hearing the deafening rush of blood in my ears, heard the death scream of the youkai in my mind, overpowering every other thought.
AN: Okay, I know this is a short chapter, but I really wanna give this Kei chapter a shot -and the fact he'll bug me till I get it done (laugh)-. I hope you all enjoy this, and as my own explanation, if anyone has ever gone into shock, or even had a panic attack (both of which I used here) you might recognize some of this. I have had the unpleasure of both in my life, so I used them here, and no I didn't kill anyone! (laugh). I rushed into an undertow to pull my cousin out from the ocean (and got sucked under myself, and slammed into some barnacle-covered rocks) and then I had a really bad panic attack on Halloween. Anyway, when I went into shock I remember perfectly clearly everything that happened when I finally got out of the undertow, but I couldn't hear anything. I remember I could see my mother's lips moving, but all I could hear was this roar in my head. I was in such a state of shock, I didn't even noticed that I had two big gashes in my legs from the rocks. Sorry for the gory details. As for the panic attack, you feel detached from yourself and you can't move, and it feels like your breath is slowly being pulled from your lungs. Not a nice thing to go through, I don't recommend it.
I can't wait for reviews!!
Keitaro: -muffled- I'm not hiding, I'm hunting.
Lilac: Oh yeah, because the dust bunnies under my brother's bed are so dangerous! I'm staying with my mom for a week or two while my brother is out of town, so I get to sleep on his tiny little bed. The bad news is not enough room for Kei so he has to sleep on the floor! The good news is, I get to use his computer all I want while he's not here to kick me off -grin- .
Keitaro: Yeah, and write crap about me. You're going to get me killed!! Especially when you don't explain what I meant!
Lilac: Calm down handsome, your chance to speak is coming up, and you'll get full rights to say exactly what you want. I'm gonna throw a little stall tactic in this chapter and then you get all the attention.
Keitaro : -Feh- You'd better! Now answer those reviews before they write more stuff about me!
Lilac : Le sigh-
Okay, reply time.
del_kaidin(): Aww, don't be too mad at them, they're just men -ducks-, and sometimes they tend to shove their feet very deeply into their mouths. Of course, we women do to, so Francesca will probably demonstrate a million times before this thing is over. Wait till she meets Sesshomaru!
pruningshears: Drop kick Jaken, oooh, I should try that too -grin-. Yeah, I hate the slimy bastahd, and I've been dying to beat the crap out of him in one of my stories. As for Fluffy (where that nickname came from I'll never understand, because after watching ep. 7-10 over and over again I've discovered that the fluffy white thing isn't his tail, unless it's detachable -wince-. Anyway, enough ranting. You'll have to see how time has changed Sesshomaru. Now I will say this, in case it wasn't understood. I am a traditional pairing person, I/K, M/S, Ko/Ay. I've read too many Sess/Rin fics and while they were well done, they just struck me the wrong way. Sesshomaru is more a fatherly figure for Rin, and I don't think he could ever see her otherwise. But that's just me, anyway. Don't worry, we'll get to see a new side to Keitaro soon enough, I promise!!
Dia(): Don't worry about it, I understand sometimes life throws you a curveball that's hard to duck. I'm just glad you're back with your ultra incredible reviews. I swear, I should offer up a reward to you guys for all these reviews. Maybe an Inuyasha keychain that I bought from a comic store over here. (I got a Miroku one too and I'm thinking about getting the Kouga, just so I can buy the store out -grin-) Anyway, I'm glad you're enjoying the scenes, and I think you were the only person that doesn't want to hurt Kei after his behavior, for which he is very greatful, I'm sure!. You always notice my most subtle bits of information that I throw in to add a bit of flavor to a scene, and I'm very happy for that!! I'm going to try and get some sketches that I did of everyone scanned and up on my website if anyone wants to see them!! Keep reading Dia and good luck in your new place!!!
Disclaimer: I noticed I have not been putting up my evil youkai lawyer scrolls *slaps a new one on*. There, *clears throat* I do not own or have any financial benefits from Inuyasha and Co. However all their kids are of my own imagination, but I don't really think I own them too. I wonder if copyright extends to offspring of characters yet to be discussed. Hmmm, anyway, I don't make any money off of writing this, I do it for the shear pleasure of writing and escaping reality for spurts of time.
When we last left them
"Keitaro, you broke my trust, and you will have to work to gain it back, if that is what you truly want," I said softly, allowing the sadness to show in my eyes before walking past him, and taking the seal from the entrance of the cave. I walked out of the cave to stretch my legs before we rode again. I heard a mew and Kirara followed at my heels, for which I was grateful. At least I knew I wouldn't be completely defenseless.
I walked until I decided that I had gone far enough away to vent in peace. Kirara trotted beside me silently.
"I cannot believe him," I fumed, sitting between the roots of a large tree, Kirara curled up beside me, "How dare he play me like a fool and think that a simple sorry will make everything better." Kirara glanced up at me curiously and swatted lazily at a bug.
"And that other one, kissing me like that. Not even drunk can I excuse him," I grabbed a handful of grass, ripped it from the ground, tossing it over my head and watched it fall to the ground. Kirara jumped at the falling blades and made me laugh.
"You are so much different than I imagined Kirara, " I said reaching out to scratch her ears gently. "I like having you around." She mewed and crawled into my lap, purring softly. I sighed and continued scratching her ears, staring out blankly into the woods. "I'm not even sure what I am more upset about, the fact that he played me like a sap, or that I-" I shook my head. No, I wouldn't admit to it, not in a million years, and not to myself. It was a meaningless kiss, just like Kaemon's, just lips meeting for a few moments and breaking apart. There was no butterflies in my stomach (Quit lying), my skin didn't tingle at his touch (and what are those goosebumps for), and my heart certainly didn't start beating in time with his (Pfffft, you're lousy at this girl.) I grumbled at my internal monologue that was arguing with my logical train of thought.
"What do you think Kirara?" I whispered to the cat who began to doze off on my lap, and I just sighed. "You're lucky, you don't have to deal with this nonsense, do you?" I ran my fingers along her silky fur and smiled.
"It was nice, " I whispered softly, even though she was the only thing around to hear me, "I haven't ever had a kiss that nice." I absentmindedly brought my free hand to my lips. They seemed softer, warmer than before, and fuller. I wondered if that was just my thought, or a by-product. A half giddy laugh escaped my lips as I ran the same hand through my hair, trying to untangle it with my fingers. I would look for an elastic when I went back to the cave, I almost always carried an extra one in the little pockets of my backpack. The morning was blessedly cool, and the air was tinged with the smell of moisture, which clued me into the fact that it would probably rain that night.
Suddenly Kirara's ears perked up, and she hopped off my lap, growling into the woods. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a crash, then another, and a howl. My eyes widened. I knew that it wasn't our invisible menace, but something solid, big and very angry. I reached down to scoop up Kirara, completely forgetting what she was, and took off running towards the cave. Kirara was a ball of muscle in my arms, tense and angry, and I knew she wanted to fight, but if I could prevent it, I wouldn't let her get hurt.
A loud crash sounded behind me, and despite my sense of warning, I turned to see what it was. Standing at least 9 feet tall, covered in a sheen of sweat, stood what I could only describe as a boar-man. His face was swollen and pick, with a long hairy snout that dripped something I didn't want to think about, and two yellowing tusks protruded from his mouth. He looked down at me, and howled and took off after me. I yelped and took to running again.
Suddenly I was jerked backwards by my hair, causing me to drop Kirara. The pain was so intense that tears flew from my eyes, and my scalp screamed as I was pulled backward. 'If I live through this, I will shave my head,' I swore, grabbing my hair to keep it from pulling so much. A large clammy smelly hand grabbed me around the neck and lifted me in the air. It didn't strangle me so much as scare me, and I tried to pull free.
"Where is the half-breed whelp," it snorted and its breath reeked of things long since dead and decayed. I gagged and would have become ill if I had anything in my stomach to release.
"What half-breed," I gasped, trying desperately not too breath in the stench too much.
"The spawn of that murderer Inuyasha and that priestess bitch," it snorted again. I gagged again, as another wave of hot rotting breath hit me in the face, making my eyes sting. "Do not lie to me, human bitch, I know you know where he is, his stench is all over you. Where is your mate?!"
I would have made a comment or two about stenches at that moment, but even my sense of humor knew better and I glared at him with all the anger I could muster through the cloud of fear that I was succumbing to.
"He's not my mate!" I cried, and heard echoed behind me, "She's not my mate!" I groaned inwardly, Kirara must have run to them.
"Get the hell out of here," I called back, and heard a laugh. "Stupid human, do you think you can talk your way out of his grasp, if so, I would love to see it," Keitaro remarked coldly, and I heard a loud smack. I could only assume one of the others hit him in the back of the head, because he didn't continue.
"Drop her," I heard Maeko command, her voice taking on an air much older than her ears, and very faintly I heard creaking. The creature laughed, a soft whoosh filled the air, and a light exploded before me. The creature screamed and I fell to the ground, with the hand still clenched around my throat, though both of us were now detached from its owner, who was screaming and clenching at the bleeding stump of his elbow.
Naoko ran forward and helped free me from the disgusting hand, his own face convulsing with the smell and we supported each other as we ran away. Sweet fresh air filled my lungs and I fell into the grass, dry heaving until my body could rid itself from the filth. Weakly I looked up and saw Keitaro and Kaemon standing before the creature, who had overcome his horror over his arm, and was pawing at the ground with one foot, ready to charge. Keitaro pulled Tetsuseiga from its sheath and it flared to life in his hand, gleaming snow white in the light. Kaemon pulled his own katana and both charged the youkai swiftly. Kaemon fell to his knees and moved to hack at the creature's legs, as Keitaro leapt upwards, bringing the sword down on the creatures' head.
The boarman's remaining arm came up, and batted Keitaro away like a bug, and his leg kicked forward, knocking Kaemon back into the tree near me, unconscious. His katana fell in the grass at my feet, and I reached down to pick it up, as the creature howled and ran towards Maeko. She stood ready, another arrow notched and glowing, waiting to be released, which she did, right into the youkai's other shoulder, leaving such a large hole that it seemed amazing that the other arm remained attached.
"I will eat your heart on a pike for that, you priestess whelp," it screamed and came for a second attack. I ran in front of Maeko, katana in hand, my entire body shaking with fear, but I couldn't sit back and do nothing. The boarman laughed evilly and still came towards us.
"You disgusting piece of pork," cried Keitaro from the air behind him, "I'm your opponent, unless you're the kind of coward who only fights women." I almost took offense to that, until I realized his diversion tactic. I turned to Maeko, "Get your cousin out of the way," I told her and ran toward the boarman, who had his back to me, distracted with Keitaro and his really big sword. Judging by the fact that Keitaro was using Tetsuseiga like a normal sword told me that he had never learned the Kaze no Kizo, or any other of the sword's attacks. I drove the sword into the boar's back, with all the strength in my possession, and heard the cracking sound as the sword splintered the bones of its ribs.
A scream echoed through the woods as it spun around, swinging wildly as it tried to pull the sword from its back, and I stood there numbly, still feeling the spray of blood on my face. Keitaro tackled me to the ground, knocking some sense back into me, as an arm came narrowly over me, threatening to knock my head off. He rolled off of me, and jumped in the air, to bring down Tetsuseiga in another blow. I scrambled to my feet, and grabbed the hilt of Kaemon's katana, pulling it free which brought another scream from the youkai. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, from exhaustion and a growing lack of blood, and I ran forward, bringing the sword through his jawbone and out his opposite temple. Something inside me took over, and I was merely an observer of my own body, swinging this sword, and I felt the blood flood over my jaw and neck, but I was physically oblivious to it. My mind screamed as I realized what had just happened, and as the youkai fell with a thump to the ground, my control returned. I stared at my bloodied hands, which were shaking, or perhaps my entire body was shaking and I only noticed my hands.
Maeko ran over to me, and vaguely heard her call my name. All I could hear was the hot rush of blood in my ear, seeing the scene over and over before my eyes. Maeko knelt before me, looking into my eyes, and I heard Kaemon's voice, felt his hands grab me, and his face stare into mine. I could only stare blankly at him, hear his muffled words as the roaring grew louder, and my breath became slower and slower, as another hand wrapped itself around my neck and slowly choked off my air supply. Maeko pulled me from her cousin's arms, just as I felt my eyes widen, and I felt another pair of arms grab me and lift me from the ground. I saw the black and purple of Naoko's robes, and simply lay there, hearing the deafening rush of blood in my ears, heard the death scream of the youkai in my mind, overpowering every other thought.
AN: Okay, I know this is a short chapter, but I really wanna give this Kei chapter a shot -and the fact he'll bug me till I get it done (laugh)-. I hope you all enjoy this, and as my own explanation, if anyone has ever gone into shock, or even had a panic attack (both of which I used here) you might recognize some of this. I have had the unpleasure of both in my life, so I used them here, and no I didn't kill anyone! (laugh). I rushed into an undertow to pull my cousin out from the ocean (and got sucked under myself, and slammed into some barnacle-covered rocks) and then I had a really bad panic attack on Halloween. Anyway, when I went into shock I remember perfectly clearly everything that happened when I finally got out of the undertow, but I couldn't hear anything. I remember I could see my mother's lips moving, but all I could hear was this roar in my head. I was in such a state of shock, I didn't even noticed that I had two big gashes in my legs from the rocks. Sorry for the gory details. As for the panic attack, you feel detached from yourself and you can't move, and it feels like your breath is slowly being pulled from your lungs. Not a nice thing to go through, I don't recommend it.
I can't wait for reviews!!
