Disclaimer: It'd be nice to own Inuyasha, ne? However, it's wishful
thinking, meaning I DON'T own it, this is FAN fiction after all. ^^ I do,
however, own the poem, as bad as it may be.
Author's Babbling: Since when did Adult Swim take cracks at Inuyasha fans in the black and white cards during Cowboy Beebop? "Four simple steps to becoming an Inuyasha fan. 1. Watch Inuyasha. 2. Find something to whine about. 3. Whine about it. 4. Rinse and repeat." Geez, we're not that bad, are we? *innocent pout* Though my lunch table would probably say otherwise..
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"that look you gave is frightening/and your smile has changed/dont like at me that way/its scary/ill do anything to have you see me/more than just your friend/except perhaps believe it
"your smile is different/your hands in mine/whyd you lift me in your arms?/i cant say i dont enjoy your attention/but please explain/i dont understand/i love you/but you're killing me/dont shower me with your advances/unless you feel the same"
Kagome smiled as memory upon memory flooded her mind. All the times Inuyasha carried her, when he'd held her hand after she took his, his warm embraces. Closing her lit book, she sighed, thinking about it all. And how she wished he was sure.
Placing the book beside her on the grass, she opened a notebook to go and analyze the poem. She couldn't honestly say she liked the style. Somehow it didn't quite...flow. Eh. She shrugged and began writing.
She'd come to this clearing to think, but she found anytime she let her thoughts run loose, she tensed up and began to worry. Something was wrong, she could feel it within her, and it did nothing to calm her. From the battle with Kagura. What would become of Kagura now?
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"What's your name?" Kagura was severed from her thoughts by the high pitched young girl's voice. She turned to see a bright faced little girl, at the oldest five years. Her hair was pulled into two short little pig tails at opposite sides of her head. Her mahogany eyes were wide with innocence and curiousity. She was wrapped in a slightly big kimono, pink and floral. Kagura wanted to wrinkle her nose. Disgusting.
Kagura snorted. "Go away, kid." The girl's eyes dulled and Kagura felt something tug at her heart. She shook the feeling away testily. "What do you want?" she demanded snarling, believing that she was doing the kid a favour by not being far meaner. Which she easily could and was severely tempted to do.
The girl held out her arms, which she hadn't noticed had been behind her back. In one of her tiny hands was an apple. Kagura didn't know what to say, and was silently grateful when the subdued tone of the little girl continued. "I thought you'd be hungry. You look tired and you've been at the river all day."
Kagura took the apple gingerly. She didn't really want to take it, but her stomach chose that opprotunity to growl. The girl looked up hopefully. Kagura took a small bite, surprised at the sweet juice that sprang from the broken skin. Chewed and swallowed, she dug into it with awakened hunger while the girl watching happily. Kagura wasn't used to these human feelings. Well, sort of, but not nearly like this.
"Thank you," she mumbled reluctantly. The girl grinned, as though Kagura's sloppy eating had really been enough to please her. She toyed with the idea of talking to this stupid halfwit. After all, these were her own people now. She could at least get to know them.
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"Are you ready Maraku?"
Maraku looked at the contents of the room oddly. It was sparsly furnished and hardly lit at all. He was not focused on the room, however, but the people. A harsh, cold looking man with oily, dirty coal coloured hair. A young, emotionless little girl holding a mirror as though it were for dear life. Her violet eyes held no emotion or life and it scared him. The scariest, however, was the baby in the corner. He wanted to run crying everytime he locked eyes with that monster.
He wished he could remember how he got there. He wished he knew who these people were or where he was. He wished he could simply remember, but all there was was moments ago.
"So you are curious." The stoic man had approached him closer. The boy nodded his head, feeling rather small in his kimono. "You are my incarnation. I have created you in likeness of myself to carry out a particular duty."
"Your...your incarnation?" the boy asked, trying to understand.
"I have created you of myself," the man replied to the boy. How could someone of himself be so stupid? He was vain as hell, but he was correct in believing himself to be quite smart. A coward and completely deranged, but smart. Brute strength would not have lasted him this far. "And you are alive to fulfill this duty. Be certain I will kill you without second thought in a most painful fashion if you refuse." His tone of voice did not so much as waver, and in this, Maraku knew he was serious.
Kanna raised her mirror, allowing Maraku to see himself. He was surprised to see a man almost identical to the man standing next to him. Only his features did not contain the same hatred or malice that his "creator" did. It would take more than a few minutes of living to accomplish this. He placed his hand on his face to be sure that he was real.
"Go and kill them," the man said. The mirror's surface quivered and in several turns showed a strange group of people: a young women in strange clothing, an inu hanyou, an exterminator, a monk, and two youkai. "I want them dead. To be sure you do not fail." Maraku was confused. Why hadn't he finished.
He didn't wait long. He felt the wretching pain of needle-like stings in seven distinct places in his back. Shards of the sacred jewel.
Maraku nodded.
'..who never sullies his own hands. You think you're good enough to fight me yourself? Maraku shall do the dirty work for me, satisfying your worthless group by making you believe you're actually fighting me. When you're on the brink of death, I shall make my grande appearance. And with these own hands, kill you all.'
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Kagome had stopped in a field and began that strange 'homework' she was always whining about. Inuyasha watched her intently as she read, wrote, read, wrote, and so forth.
'Doesn't that wench know about all the bad things that could happen to her?' But wasn't that why he was here? He settled himself in a tree, thankful for the break he was recieving. He stretched out over a branch, watching her. Surprising himself, he realized he was content just to watch her.
"Reminds me of Inuyasha.." she whispered over her book. Inuyasha was instantly curious. What reminded her of him? 'Why should I even care what that stupid girl thinks!?' He sulked from his tree branch. No, he didn't care. Not at all.
But he did, that was the problem.
Kagome stretched out, finishing her entry about the poem, and stared at the sky. It was streaked with almost every colour, she decided happily. The sunset was beautiful. The sunset also signified it was probably close to supper time and she oughta be heading back. She sighed. It was so gorgeous here, but there was solace in knowing she'd see it the whole way home.
"You mortals all walk so slow. It's unbearable to watch." The gruff voice of Inuyasha picked up in her ears. She looked up from a tree close to where she'd been sitting where Inuyasha landed gracefully with a soft 'thud'. His clothes billowed with the gentle wind of jumping down, and Kagome was amazed at how truly elegant the motion seemed.
"What were you doing!? Spying!? I can't even go off for one stupid walk--" she ranted, fuming on the inside. Did none of them trust her? First Ayame, then Inuyasha..
"I was only teasing!" he said, obviously afraid of Kagome's quicky-flared temper.
She huffed and stalked on ahead. He ran, easily catching up to her. Clasping her hand to keep her from going on, he began his plea for forgiveness. "C'mon, Kagome. You know how dangerous it gets out here! And you're just a human girl!" he snapped, trying to sound angry. His concern let through and she softened. Realizing the feel of his hand around hers, her cheeks stained red very quickly.
"Inuyasha.." she whispered. Realizing what she meant, his cheeks covered in their own ferocious blush. He was about to jerk his hand back in embarassment, until her hand closed around his. "Ready to go home?" she said, looking up questioningly, searching his eyes for an answer.
"Not quite," he said. Still clasping her hand gently, he sat back down to watch the sunset.
'What in all the levels of hell has gotten into you!?' Their thoughts were in unison, both targetting Inuyasha as 'you'. Kagome couldn't bring himself to complain about his strangely gentle behaviour. He never acted this way except around Kikyou. She glowered.
Kikyou.
(AN: Spoiler warning.) But his affection lately had been for her, not Kikyou. For her alone. Like when she'd gotten sick. She smiled at the memory of him proudly presently homemade medicine to help cure her, after having to go gather the ingredients. Staying by her side the whole night.
Could this mean...? No, it couldn't. 'Don't give your hopes up,' she thought. But she wouldn't pass this up, either. She sat down beside him, closer than usual. He let go of her hand. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling tremendously brave. What a pleasant surprise it was to have his head rest gently on her own.
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Author's Note: I didn't like Kagura at first. At all. Sort of like I don't always like Kikyou. But I feel really bad for both of them. Their lives were both made unnesesarily hard by Naraku. Kikyou lost her life and her love, Kagura had never known freedom. Hence the way both characters were "let go" in my story. I apologize for any out of character moments here.
Sorry for any out of character moments on Inuyasha's part as well. I try really hard to keep him in character, but sometimes it just happens. *pout* Forgive me?
AAAACK! It's 2:06 in the bloody morning. *falls dead asleep* No power outage, though! Hurrah for heat! (Anyone from North Carolina should remember last year's ice storm and the worry over this one? Yeah. You know you were worried.)
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you all so very much and it makes me happy to see people who enjoy the story. Especially those who have reviewed more than once. Wow. You guys are the absolute best and I would NOT be this far without you! *hands out Anni's superduper special homemade cookies*
Author's Babbling: Since when did Adult Swim take cracks at Inuyasha fans in the black and white cards during Cowboy Beebop? "Four simple steps to becoming an Inuyasha fan. 1. Watch Inuyasha. 2. Find something to whine about. 3. Whine about it. 4. Rinse and repeat." Geez, we're not that bad, are we? *innocent pout* Though my lunch table would probably say otherwise..
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"that look you gave is frightening/and your smile has changed/dont like at me that way/its scary/ill do anything to have you see me/more than just your friend/except perhaps believe it
"your smile is different/your hands in mine/whyd you lift me in your arms?/i cant say i dont enjoy your attention/but please explain/i dont understand/i love you/but you're killing me/dont shower me with your advances/unless you feel the same"
Kagome smiled as memory upon memory flooded her mind. All the times Inuyasha carried her, when he'd held her hand after she took his, his warm embraces. Closing her lit book, she sighed, thinking about it all. And how she wished he was sure.
Placing the book beside her on the grass, she opened a notebook to go and analyze the poem. She couldn't honestly say she liked the style. Somehow it didn't quite...flow. Eh. She shrugged and began writing.
She'd come to this clearing to think, but she found anytime she let her thoughts run loose, she tensed up and began to worry. Something was wrong, she could feel it within her, and it did nothing to calm her. From the battle with Kagura. What would become of Kagura now?
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"What's your name?" Kagura was severed from her thoughts by the high pitched young girl's voice. She turned to see a bright faced little girl, at the oldest five years. Her hair was pulled into two short little pig tails at opposite sides of her head. Her mahogany eyes were wide with innocence and curiousity. She was wrapped in a slightly big kimono, pink and floral. Kagura wanted to wrinkle her nose. Disgusting.
Kagura snorted. "Go away, kid." The girl's eyes dulled and Kagura felt something tug at her heart. She shook the feeling away testily. "What do you want?" she demanded snarling, believing that she was doing the kid a favour by not being far meaner. Which she easily could and was severely tempted to do.
The girl held out her arms, which she hadn't noticed had been behind her back. In one of her tiny hands was an apple. Kagura didn't know what to say, and was silently grateful when the subdued tone of the little girl continued. "I thought you'd be hungry. You look tired and you've been at the river all day."
Kagura took the apple gingerly. She didn't really want to take it, but her stomach chose that opprotunity to growl. The girl looked up hopefully. Kagura took a small bite, surprised at the sweet juice that sprang from the broken skin. Chewed and swallowed, she dug into it with awakened hunger while the girl watching happily. Kagura wasn't used to these human feelings. Well, sort of, but not nearly like this.
"Thank you," she mumbled reluctantly. The girl grinned, as though Kagura's sloppy eating had really been enough to please her. She toyed with the idea of talking to this stupid halfwit. After all, these were her own people now. She could at least get to know them.
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"Are you ready Maraku?"
Maraku looked at the contents of the room oddly. It was sparsly furnished and hardly lit at all. He was not focused on the room, however, but the people. A harsh, cold looking man with oily, dirty coal coloured hair. A young, emotionless little girl holding a mirror as though it were for dear life. Her violet eyes held no emotion or life and it scared him. The scariest, however, was the baby in the corner. He wanted to run crying everytime he locked eyes with that monster.
He wished he could remember how he got there. He wished he knew who these people were or where he was. He wished he could simply remember, but all there was was moments ago.
"So you are curious." The stoic man had approached him closer. The boy nodded his head, feeling rather small in his kimono. "You are my incarnation. I have created you in likeness of myself to carry out a particular duty."
"Your...your incarnation?" the boy asked, trying to understand.
"I have created you of myself," the man replied to the boy. How could someone of himself be so stupid? He was vain as hell, but he was correct in believing himself to be quite smart. A coward and completely deranged, but smart. Brute strength would not have lasted him this far. "And you are alive to fulfill this duty. Be certain I will kill you without second thought in a most painful fashion if you refuse." His tone of voice did not so much as waver, and in this, Maraku knew he was serious.
Kanna raised her mirror, allowing Maraku to see himself. He was surprised to see a man almost identical to the man standing next to him. Only his features did not contain the same hatred or malice that his "creator" did. It would take more than a few minutes of living to accomplish this. He placed his hand on his face to be sure that he was real.
"Go and kill them," the man said. The mirror's surface quivered and in several turns showed a strange group of people: a young women in strange clothing, an inu hanyou, an exterminator, a monk, and two youkai. "I want them dead. To be sure you do not fail." Maraku was confused. Why hadn't he finished.
He didn't wait long. He felt the wretching pain of needle-like stings in seven distinct places in his back. Shards of the sacred jewel.
Maraku nodded.
'..who never sullies his own hands. You think you're good enough to fight me yourself? Maraku shall do the dirty work for me, satisfying your worthless group by making you believe you're actually fighting me. When you're on the brink of death, I shall make my grande appearance. And with these own hands, kill you all.'
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Kagome had stopped in a field and began that strange 'homework' she was always whining about. Inuyasha watched her intently as she read, wrote, read, wrote, and so forth.
'Doesn't that wench know about all the bad things that could happen to her?' But wasn't that why he was here? He settled himself in a tree, thankful for the break he was recieving. He stretched out over a branch, watching her. Surprising himself, he realized he was content just to watch her.
"Reminds me of Inuyasha.." she whispered over her book. Inuyasha was instantly curious. What reminded her of him? 'Why should I even care what that stupid girl thinks!?' He sulked from his tree branch. No, he didn't care. Not at all.
But he did, that was the problem.
Kagome stretched out, finishing her entry about the poem, and stared at the sky. It was streaked with almost every colour, she decided happily. The sunset was beautiful. The sunset also signified it was probably close to supper time and she oughta be heading back. She sighed. It was so gorgeous here, but there was solace in knowing she'd see it the whole way home.
"You mortals all walk so slow. It's unbearable to watch." The gruff voice of Inuyasha picked up in her ears. She looked up from a tree close to where she'd been sitting where Inuyasha landed gracefully with a soft 'thud'. His clothes billowed with the gentle wind of jumping down, and Kagome was amazed at how truly elegant the motion seemed.
"What were you doing!? Spying!? I can't even go off for one stupid walk--" she ranted, fuming on the inside. Did none of them trust her? First Ayame, then Inuyasha..
"I was only teasing!" he said, obviously afraid of Kagome's quicky-flared temper.
She huffed and stalked on ahead. He ran, easily catching up to her. Clasping her hand to keep her from going on, he began his plea for forgiveness. "C'mon, Kagome. You know how dangerous it gets out here! And you're just a human girl!" he snapped, trying to sound angry. His concern let through and she softened. Realizing the feel of his hand around hers, her cheeks stained red very quickly.
"Inuyasha.." she whispered. Realizing what she meant, his cheeks covered in their own ferocious blush. He was about to jerk his hand back in embarassment, until her hand closed around his. "Ready to go home?" she said, looking up questioningly, searching his eyes for an answer.
"Not quite," he said. Still clasping her hand gently, he sat back down to watch the sunset.
'What in all the levels of hell has gotten into you!?' Their thoughts were in unison, both targetting Inuyasha as 'you'. Kagome couldn't bring himself to complain about his strangely gentle behaviour. He never acted this way except around Kikyou. She glowered.
Kikyou.
(AN: Spoiler warning.) But his affection lately had been for her, not Kikyou. For her alone. Like when she'd gotten sick. She smiled at the memory of him proudly presently homemade medicine to help cure her, after having to go gather the ingredients. Staying by her side the whole night.
Could this mean...? No, it couldn't. 'Don't give your hopes up,' she thought. But she wouldn't pass this up, either. She sat down beside him, closer than usual. He let go of her hand. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling tremendously brave. What a pleasant surprise it was to have his head rest gently on her own.
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Author's Note: I didn't like Kagura at first. At all. Sort of like I don't always like Kikyou. But I feel really bad for both of them. Their lives were both made unnesesarily hard by Naraku. Kikyou lost her life and her love, Kagura had never known freedom. Hence the way both characters were "let go" in my story. I apologize for any out of character moments here.
Sorry for any out of character moments on Inuyasha's part as well. I try really hard to keep him in character, but sometimes it just happens. *pout* Forgive me?
AAAACK! It's 2:06 in the bloody morning. *falls dead asleep* No power outage, though! Hurrah for heat! (Anyone from North Carolina should remember last year's ice storm and the worry over this one? Yeah. You know you were worried.)
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I love you all so very much and it makes me happy to see people who enjoy the story. Especially those who have reviewed more than once. Wow. You guys are the absolute best and I would NOT be this far without you! *hands out Anni's superduper special homemade cookies*
