Disclaimer: I am poor. I am uncreative. The only works of writing I have done were based on the stories of other people. This is for my own pathetic amusement, people. Please don't sue.
A/n: By the way, ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ means new location, it'll take up half of the page, and ~*~ means a new time at the same, previous location. That is all. On with the show!
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Mirosha sensed the strong, demonic power hovering about her like a veil. 'Ah,' she thought. 'It was just a dream.' She inhaled deeply, realizing it was raining out. The smell of wet dog filled her nostrils, soothing her. She slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. The scent and the power were not her own. That same, irritating inu-demon sat very near her, his arms and a stick supporting a blanket in a tent-like fashion.
"Who... are you?" She said it brokenly, gasping with pain in between words.
"You don't remember anything, do you?" The demon replied, his soft, golden eyes saddening. "You fired your Holy Arrow at Naraku, to protect me. He threw it back at you, and you died."
"I died? How is that possible?"
"Who knows. All I am positive of is that your heart stopped beating and you didn't breath for a whole minute, Kagome."
"Why do you persist in calling me that? My name is Mirosha. Come on, say it with me– 'Mir-o-sha." She said the words slowly and clearly, irritated that this demon didn't realize she wasn't this 'Kagome' person, whoever she was.
"I had hoped this wasn't the case." A monk had walked into the clearing, prayer beads wrapped securely around his left hand. "My name is Miroku," said kindly. "What is your name and history?" All the while Miroku edged closer, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Miroku, you baka, what the hell is wrong with you? She knows your name, and you know her's I think she just might have one of those concussi things she's always worried about."
"Dammit, I swear that he is the only one making any sense!" Mirosha cursed, her volume rising. "I'm not who you think I am, my name is Mirosha. I am Japan's most powerful half-demon. I would kill you if I could walk!" Mirosha winced. "Damn these wounds down to the hells!"
The half-demon gasped. "You really aren't Kagome, are you?" He looked at her curiously. "She would never curse, no matter how angry she got." The light in the boy's eyes faded away, as if the small fire ignited by her consciousness had been snuffed out with a simple fingertip. "Then you must be a demon!" Jerkily, the demon drew out a dangerous looking sword. "Get out of my Kagome!"
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Kagome woke again, bird-song filling her ears. A painful flashback and one use of her enhanced senses and she was up, agonizingly aware of the fact that she was a demon.
'Ugh. I need to get to some sort of water. Kagome stood, hauling her aching body towards something that smelled distinctly like fish. Quite conveniently she found a small camp, stocked with various weapons and food stores, though she was at first wary to eat them. Sniffing at a packet of dried meat gingerly, Kagome was amazed to discover she could smell that it was harmless. She ate her fill and quickly undressed.
Kagome waded into the nearby stream, the rushing waters flowing over her exhausted legs, refreshing them. She splashed about amiably, washing the dirt and blood (her own blood she realized) off of her pale skin.
'Whoever's body this is, they are really powerful,' she thought concernedly. The presence she sensed reminded her strongly of Inu-yasha, the full waves of demonic powers flooded her senses, overtaking her and forcing her to sit down in the stream. She let the water slow, and looked cautiously at her reflection.
Staring back at her were two of the biggest eyes she had ever seen. They were a dappled grayish silver color, flecked with deep black. Her pupils were abysmal, and she herself nearly was lost in them. Her hair was a rag-tag mess, knotted and tangled but pulled back into a bone clasp to keep it out of her eyes. Its color was also odd. It appeared at first to be black, but if she tilted her head, Kagome could tell it was more of a silverish gray. The hair of her new body was one of the oddest things she had ever beheld. It was opalescent, and fascinating. Perched atop her head were two dog ears, the same color as her eyes. She reached up and stroked them, another sad reminder of Inu-yasha.
Kagome turned her attention to her features. They were seemingly delicate, her nose softly formed and lips gently curving, but one look at her body made her think otherwise. Kagome ran her hands down her arms, which were trim and muscular. She stared at her warrior's chest, which was completely flat. And she frowned at the hairiness of her legs.
"Feudal Japan or not, there is no excuse for a lady to let herself go untended." With that Kagome began to wash, clearing her skin of any remaining muck and scrubbing at her hair with a cake of yellow soap she found in one of the bags.
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Kagome dried off, toweling out her hair and searching for a comb, still worrying about her friends.
'Inu-yasha, I will return to you. I love you.' She thought it in her head and wondered how she had gotten where she was. Maybe Naraku teleported her here or something. Either way, she needed to get back to them.
Experimentally, she sniffed the air. Snake. All she could smell was snake. She didn't know how or what compelled her to do it, but her body suddenly tensed, and drew her sword on its own accord. She turned around to face a demon. Full blooded and raging, it swayed in the trees, its thick, serpentine body coming closer to her.
"I, Ekkita kill. Ekkita hunger for puppy meat. Ekkita desire full meal." The snake spoke oddly, but still conveyed its menacing air.
"Good little puppy demon put down sword. Let Ekkita consume it. Let Ekkita crunch it. Let Ekkita KILL it!" The snake screamed the last words and lunged for her. Instinctively, Kagome raised her blade, ready for the demented reptile.
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Author's note: I tried my very best to make this chappy longer to no avail. It is only two hundred words more than the last. Oh well, I wanted to be evil and leave you with a double cliffy. Uh huh. Here's my question for you all. Does anyone know of any insect demons other than Mistress Centipede, those praying mantis things that attack Miroku, and Naraku's killer bees? I want to develop another demon for upcoming chapters, and want it to be a bug. I just don't want to copy, though. Review or e-mail me at magicsprite1@hotmail.com if you have any, I'd really appreciate it.
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A/n: By the way, ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ means new location, it'll take up half of the page, and ~*~ means a new time at the same, previous location. That is all. On with the show!
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Mirosha sensed the strong, demonic power hovering about her like a veil. 'Ah,' she thought. 'It was just a dream.' She inhaled deeply, realizing it was raining out. The smell of wet dog filled her nostrils, soothing her. She slowly opened her eyes, and gasped. The scent and the power were not her own. That same, irritating inu-demon sat very near her, his arms and a stick supporting a blanket in a tent-like fashion.
"Who... are you?" She said it brokenly, gasping with pain in between words.
"You don't remember anything, do you?" The demon replied, his soft, golden eyes saddening. "You fired your Holy Arrow at Naraku, to protect me. He threw it back at you, and you died."
"I died? How is that possible?"
"Who knows. All I am positive of is that your heart stopped beating and you didn't breath for a whole minute, Kagome."
"Why do you persist in calling me that? My name is Mirosha. Come on, say it with me– 'Mir-o-sha." She said the words slowly and clearly, irritated that this demon didn't realize she wasn't this 'Kagome' person, whoever she was.
"I had hoped this wasn't the case." A monk had walked into the clearing, prayer beads wrapped securely around his left hand. "My name is Miroku," said kindly. "What is your name and history?" All the while Miroku edged closer, a pleasant smile on his face.
"Miroku, you baka, what the hell is wrong with you? She knows your name, and you know her's I think she just might have one of those concussi things she's always worried about."
"Dammit, I swear that he is the only one making any sense!" Mirosha cursed, her volume rising. "I'm not who you think I am, my name is Mirosha. I am Japan's most powerful half-demon. I would kill you if I could walk!" Mirosha winced. "Damn these wounds down to the hells!"
The half-demon gasped. "You really aren't Kagome, are you?" He looked at her curiously. "She would never curse, no matter how angry she got." The light in the boy's eyes faded away, as if the small fire ignited by her consciousness had been snuffed out with a simple fingertip. "Then you must be a demon!" Jerkily, the demon drew out a dangerous looking sword. "Get out of my Kagome!"
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Kagome woke again, bird-song filling her ears. A painful flashback and one use of her enhanced senses and she was up, agonizingly aware of the fact that she was a demon.
'Ugh. I need to get to some sort of water. Kagome stood, hauling her aching body towards something that smelled distinctly like fish. Quite conveniently she found a small camp, stocked with various weapons and food stores, though she was at first wary to eat them. Sniffing at a packet of dried meat gingerly, Kagome was amazed to discover she could smell that it was harmless. She ate her fill and quickly undressed.
Kagome waded into the nearby stream, the rushing waters flowing over her exhausted legs, refreshing them. She splashed about amiably, washing the dirt and blood (her own blood she realized) off of her pale skin.
'Whoever's body this is, they are really powerful,' she thought concernedly. The presence she sensed reminded her strongly of Inu-yasha, the full waves of demonic powers flooded her senses, overtaking her and forcing her to sit down in the stream. She let the water slow, and looked cautiously at her reflection.
Staring back at her were two of the biggest eyes she had ever seen. They were a dappled grayish silver color, flecked with deep black. Her pupils were abysmal, and she herself nearly was lost in them. Her hair was a rag-tag mess, knotted and tangled but pulled back into a bone clasp to keep it out of her eyes. Its color was also odd. It appeared at first to be black, but if she tilted her head, Kagome could tell it was more of a silverish gray. The hair of her new body was one of the oddest things she had ever beheld. It was opalescent, and fascinating. Perched atop her head were two dog ears, the same color as her eyes. She reached up and stroked them, another sad reminder of Inu-yasha.
Kagome turned her attention to her features. They were seemingly delicate, her nose softly formed and lips gently curving, but one look at her body made her think otherwise. Kagome ran her hands down her arms, which were trim and muscular. She stared at her warrior's chest, which was completely flat. And she frowned at the hairiness of her legs.
"Feudal Japan or not, there is no excuse for a lady to let herself go untended." With that Kagome began to wash, clearing her skin of any remaining muck and scrubbing at her hair with a cake of yellow soap she found in one of the bags.
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Kagome dried off, toweling out her hair and searching for a comb, still worrying about her friends.
'Inu-yasha, I will return to you. I love you.' She thought it in her head and wondered how she had gotten where she was. Maybe Naraku teleported her here or something. Either way, she needed to get back to them.
Experimentally, she sniffed the air. Snake. All she could smell was snake. She didn't know how or what compelled her to do it, but her body suddenly tensed, and drew her sword on its own accord. She turned around to face a demon. Full blooded and raging, it swayed in the trees, its thick, serpentine body coming closer to her.
"I, Ekkita kill. Ekkita hunger for puppy meat. Ekkita desire full meal." The snake spoke oddly, but still conveyed its menacing air.
"Good little puppy demon put down sword. Let Ekkita consume it. Let Ekkita crunch it. Let Ekkita KILL it!" The snake screamed the last words and lunged for her. Instinctively, Kagome raised her blade, ready for the demented reptile.
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Author's note: I tried my very best to make this chappy longer to no avail. It is only two hundred words more than the last. Oh well, I wanted to be evil and leave you with a double cliffy. Uh huh. Here's my question for you all. Does anyone know of any insect demons other than Mistress Centipede, those praying mantis things that attack Miroku, and Naraku's killer bees? I want to develop another demon for upcoming chapters, and want it to be a bug. I just don't want to copy, though. Review or e-mail me at magicsprite1@hotmail.com if you have any, I'd really appreciate it.
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