CHAPTER II: The Unusual Banquet with the Tsukishidai's
I gaped. What were these women? I peered closer, squinting my eyes. That's when I realized it. These people were men!!
Little did I know that my head was almost in view.
There were two of them- one with his hair tied up high, and another with long hair that went past his knees with a seemingly stone face. Both of them looked around the same age. Were these the two sons? They were both wearing royal clothing.
In the midst of my examination of the two, I heard Kikyou playing her Koto loudly and felt myself getting mellow. This always happens to me when Kikyou plays on that instrument.. My whole body suddenly lost its tenseness and I found myself rather supporting myself on the wall from falling, out of bliss.
I eagerly shook my head, trying to break myself out of my trance. Instead of focusing on Kikyou's music, I observed the guests' faces.
Alike. They looked so much alike, their eyes, and facial structure. Although the man with the ponytail looked slightly older, they looked more like twins. I just stared at them- watching them out of the sides of the Shoji.
The one who was not wearing his hair up had a bored expression on his face. Papa was saying something, though he did not seem to be listening.
My breath hitched up in my throat. He's staring at me! A small half-hearted smirk appeared on his graceful features. Then, the other one, the one with the ponytail, gazed at me as well. I felt myself turn deathly pale.
"Shiroimaru-san," the older looking one said in the same fleeting voice as Kikyo's. "It appears that you have been holding back some of your treasures from us."
I could feel my father's confusion at this. Mama, Papa, and Kikyo were about to look over at where I was peering out from but I hastily hid behind the wall, my body flat against it. My breaths became hollow and fast.
"What do you talk about?" I heard Father say. A cold voice that was neither Father's, Mother's, Kikyou's, nor the man with the ponytail rang softly around the room. "Higurashi-sama, I would like to go get some fresh air, if you do not mind."
"No, please, go ahead!" I heard my father reply rushedly.
"Thank you."
Footsteps approached the entrance, where I was standing. My heartbeat increased its rate, and I turned, ready to run, when my foot got caught in my Yukata and I tripped onto the cold hardwood floor with a loud thud. It was clear to me that they certainly heard that loud crash..
"I..itai.." I moaned, feeling a bruise on my elbow. I turned into a sitting position and found myself looking at a white hakama. Gulping, my tentative gaze traveled upwards, into emotionless golden eyes. "Uhh...hi?"
"What was that noise, Sesshoumaru-san-" Father, Mother and Kikyou came rushing out of the shoji, as well as the man with the ponytail. They all stared at me, on the floor with my Yukata spread out and my legs showing immodestly. I blushed and adjusted my yukata, stood up and bowed numerously. "Gomengomengomengomen!!" I repeated over and over.
"Kagome?" Mama called to me, her voice dripping with disbelief. "What are you doing out of your room?"
"I..I-I," my cheeks burned again. This has probably been the most humiliating moment of my life. The man called Sesshoumaru looked at me skeptically, while the other was looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Shiroimaru-sama, my good friend," he said. "You did not tell me you had other beautiful daughters."
My cheeks flushed, I could not bear to look at their faces. I swallowed my pride and spoke. "I was going to get a snack for the night, and I was just passing through.." my cheeks cooled a little, but I still think they were at least a pink color. "And I tripped over my yukata and fell."
"Well then, if you are hungry, why not join us?" he smiled charmingly at me. "My name is Inutaisho. This is one of my sons, Sesshoumaru. Pleasant to meet you, what was it again? Kagome?" Instead of the traditional bowing, he stepped forth took my hand and kissed it. His eyes traveled warily to mine. I could've sworn I saw sparks of red in his pupils.. "A miko.. wonderful," I vaguely heard him say.
"Excuse me?" I said while pulling my hand from his as politely as I could. But what was truly on my mind was the fact that Inutaisho and Sesshoumaru looked more like brothers than father-and-son. That was a rather strange concept.
"Let us get back to the banquet, shall we?" he grinned, walking back into the room. I managed to get a glance at Mama, Papa, and Kikyo. Mama looked worried, Papa looked angry at me, and Kikyou... was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? Such a fool I am! Why would Kikyou be jealous of me, when it is the other way around?
They all returned into the room without saying a word to me. Shame washed over my body. I secretly promised to punish myself for their sake.
I stood in the hallway, contemplating on going inside or not. A hand went onto my shoulder. "Are you coming in?"
I looked up to see Sesshoumaru staring down at me with no expression. I blushed out of self-consciousness under his heavy gaze and nodded. "H-Hai."
Still shoeless, without my hair appropriately fixed up and not at all dressed formally, I stepped into the room and was greeted by a whole table of food. No one has seemed to touch the food at all! I could've sworn they had eaten!
I stared shyly at my mother and father. "Mama..., papa, perhaps I should get into something more formal," I referred to my simple yukata, which was uneventfully showing my so-called curves, which was not a modest thing for a girl in these times. "I'm sure the guests would prefer that."
"Do us all a favor," I heard Mother mutter under her breath. I felt a surge of shame. Mother and Father seemed disappointed in me, and Kikyou would not even look at me right now.
"No, it's all right," Inutaisho waved my suggestion off. "We wouldn't mind it, now would we, Sesshoumaru?"
Sesshoumaru's gaze transfixed on me as he made no sign of replying. I loosened my yukata so that it was not clinging to my body like damp cloth, but not loose enough to show any immodesty. Then, carefully, I sat down on one of the cushions and stared down at my plate. No one seemed to be talking. I could feel all of their eyes on me.
Oh how I wish I was wearing fifty layers of kimonos right now so I may bury my face in it in shame! But nonetheless, I am limited to wearing this thin piece of clothing. In a shaky, trembling voice that reminded me of a mouse, I spoke. "Mightn't you all stop staring at me, please?"
"Ah, forgive us, Kagome," Inutaisho said quietly. Soon they began talking once more, and I was forgotten from the world. I actually prefer it this way; they were showering Kikyou with all of the attention and paying no heed to me. (Little did I know that Inutaisho and Sesshoumaru had been staring at me without well, PHYSICALLY staring at me- agh, it is too hard to explain)
Making sure no one had their attention directed at me, I picked up my chopsticks and started to eat some sushi, closing my mouth while chewing out of mannerism. Then making absolute sure that no one was looking, I licked my mouth (an unladylike thing for me to do) like I always did everytime I ate something savorable. Soon enough I was eating heaps of food, still maintaining my manners at the same time.
The food was delicious, and it left my stomach yearning for more! I felt like I had to share the goodness with as much people as I can. And so, I bursted out some words I later found out to be helpful.
"Kikyou plays the koto well," Inutaisho was saying. "I would love to hear her music at my clan's pala-"
"You guys should try this!" I exclaimed while eating some sushi.
All five of their attentions were turned on me again. Sesshoumaru, who had been quiet the whole time, raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"This stuff is good!" I grinned, momentarily forgetting about embarrassing myself due to all the good food. "Why don't you guys eat? That's what this feast is for! If I were you, I'd try the sashimi! It's the best kind in the world!"
"Hmm, perhaps I will," Inutaisho's eyes sparkled with amusement as he picked up his chopsticks and tried a small slice of raw salmon. He seemed to be savoring the flavor a bit, then he grinned again. "You're right! The wasted hours and we have not eaten a single bite!"
Eventually Inutaisho was eating as much as I was, and Sesshoumaru was eating occasionally too. Mama and Papa soon realized that I was not a burden and finally let loose and started eating as well. Kikyou seemed to be in a sour mood, though.
~
I was treating myself to a ricecake. My eyes observed Mama, Papa, and Inutaisho, who were apparently wasting themselves away in sake. Then I looked at Sesshoumaru, and found myself staring straight into his amber- gold eyes. My cheeks burned in shyness. How long has he been looking at me?
~
The night went on for hours- Papa and Inutaisho became good friends, telling each other tales that only the drunk would understand and find humorous. Kikyou small-talked with Sesshoumaru often, but never spared me one of her warm glances nor said a word to me.
Yawning, I stood up, unnoticed by the adults, who were drunk, and stepped out of the room before bowing unnoticed. Then I walked down the halls, ready to go to bed. It seems that the Tsukishidai clan wasn't as bad as I thought. Kikyou would live happy and prosperous. That's all that matters.
I wiped sweat off my forehead. A couple of hours ago, I found this hallway very cold, now it felt like lava was boiling before me. Perhaps it is because of the sake that I sipped. I cannot say that I am tolerant with alcohol, but I just wanted to try a little...
~
Dazed, I started to wander off the halls and into an open-air courtyard, where Kikyou and I had talked. I sat on one of the flat rocks and dozed off, the large full moon blanketing me in its soft light. I felt strangeness stirring inside of me, like an energy wanting to be unhooked. My eyes fluttered open and I found that my skin was emitting pink swirls of light- that must be the effect of sake. How pleasant...
As if I were underwater, my hair started to flow against non-existent winds as my eyes slowly closed. Is this what getting wasted feels like? I don't know why Papa complains about it... this feels pleasurable. Pink light flowed like silk around where I was sitting; where it was coming from I do not truly know.
Boy, was I wasted.
Suddenly, I heard a soft swoosh of clothing behind me. My eyes snapped open once more, and all of the pink swirling light that had emitted from me went back into my skin, and my wind-blown flowing hair flowed no more. I turned a little to see Sesshoumaru, staring at me strangely.
"Sesshoumaru-san?" I said quietly, feeling mellow. He was staring at me with interested and bewildered eyes, which were soon veiled over with coldness and indifference.
"What are you?" he asked me straightforwardly.
My mellow self was replaced by self-consciousness once more. "I am Higurashi Kagome, fifteen years old, daughter of Higurashi Shiroimaru and Tenko."
"That is not what I meant," he said in what sounded like a growl. He walked onto the grass and towards me, his movements smooth and graceful like Kikyou's.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I whispered, suddenly feeling like an alarm went off inside of me. Fear shrouded my senses. I backed away as much as he walked closer. "Please, I don't have any business with you. I ask that you go back to Kikyou-nee-sama."
I scrambled backwards and tripped on a rock landing on my elbows. My yukata split open once more, revealing my legs once again. I instantly jumped up and adjusted my yukata.
"You are a Miko," he said plainly, as if he did not see me fall and make a fool of myself. "You have Priestess powers, do you not?"
"I-I don't know!" I cried, moving further away from him. "Stay away from me, Sesshoumaru-san. Please." I felt a strange urge inside me begging to be let out.
I backed up some more and met with something soft yet solid. I uneasily looked up and saw Sesshoumaru looming over me. But- wasn't he just-? My eyes darted, unbelieving, from the spot Sesshoumaru had been on earlier to the one he was currently standing in.
"Tell me," Sesshoumaru said slowly. The look in his eyes that I found fearful kept me from running away. "...what you were up to when I found you snooping around outside the banquet room."
"If I tell you, will you let me go?" I said quietly, trembling at the sight of his reddening eyes. That was probably the sake taking effect on me again, I believed. He nodded and smirked, revealing sharp fang-teeth. I feared those fangs...
"I was curious as to who Kikyou-nee-sama was going to marry, nothing more," I confessed. "I wanted to see if she was truly going to come with you guys. If you are really going to take her away from us."
"Oh. That," he said thoughtfully, taking his eyes off me momentarily to gaze lazily at the moon. "You will come as well."
"Wh-what?" I stammered, feeling the blood drain from my face. His eyes traveled to my face again.
"I know you heard me correctly," Sesshoumaru said softly, his hand suddenly holding the side of my face. I shivered when I could've sworn I felt sharpness prickling at my face where his fingernails should be. Claws...? Still in that formal, stoic voice, he stated: "I WILL find out what you are... be it a Miko or something else.."
Then he abruptively removed his right hand from my face and his left hand from my arm. Sesshoumaru turned and walked away, his silver hair swishing elegantly in the wind. I fell onto my knees and looked ahead blankly. It's settled then. I am going to leave. Eavesdropping was a very bad mistake.
What have I done?
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HA! I bet you people thought that she was going to meet InuYasha, too! :) Well, I strive for unpredictability. Don't worry too much, tho, she'll meet InuYasha.
I've got news for the people reading this: I will update this weekly. Usually on a Friday or Saturday. Or when I got the chapter after the next chapter finished or something. I've already finished up chapter three, but it's chapter four I'm working on.
Note to all: This is an anti-bashKikyou fiction. I am a big Kikyou fan, although I used to not be. I know some parts of this chapter may have made her seem a bit.... foul, don't take it to heart. Kikyou is in no way an enemy or anything like that in this story!
Hopefully you enjoyed it! Below are some words in Japanese that I forgot to make a translation section for. This translation section covers both this chapter and chapter 1.
Katakana- One of the Japanese forms of writing. It was established in the 1800's (I'm not sure, I only think so) and I'm not really sure when my story takes place. o.0.... Probably before they invented Katakana, but I don't care! ^_^ This is MY story!
Koto- A stringed instrument, usually described as a zither. It is a box with a curved roof over which strings are stretched. It is played by plucking the strings, either with fingers or plectrum. (Disclaimer: Info has been taken from 'Little Sister' written by Kara Dalkey.)
Youkai- A word for 'Demon' spirit.
Shoji- A sliding door that is regularly made with wood and rice paper.
Gomen nasai- I'm sorry
Sugoi- Cool
Oyasumi Nasai- Good night
If I missed any words, please let me know and I'll post up definitions. Remember, go click-a-dee-click on that little review button! It's easy as 1- 2-3!
-Sayonara!
I gaped. What were these women? I peered closer, squinting my eyes. That's when I realized it. These people were men!!
Little did I know that my head was almost in view.
There were two of them- one with his hair tied up high, and another with long hair that went past his knees with a seemingly stone face. Both of them looked around the same age. Were these the two sons? They were both wearing royal clothing.
In the midst of my examination of the two, I heard Kikyou playing her Koto loudly and felt myself getting mellow. This always happens to me when Kikyou plays on that instrument.. My whole body suddenly lost its tenseness and I found myself rather supporting myself on the wall from falling, out of bliss.
I eagerly shook my head, trying to break myself out of my trance. Instead of focusing on Kikyou's music, I observed the guests' faces.
Alike. They looked so much alike, their eyes, and facial structure. Although the man with the ponytail looked slightly older, they looked more like twins. I just stared at them- watching them out of the sides of the Shoji.
The one who was not wearing his hair up had a bored expression on his face. Papa was saying something, though he did not seem to be listening.
My breath hitched up in my throat. He's staring at me! A small half-hearted smirk appeared on his graceful features. Then, the other one, the one with the ponytail, gazed at me as well. I felt myself turn deathly pale.
"Shiroimaru-san," the older looking one said in the same fleeting voice as Kikyo's. "It appears that you have been holding back some of your treasures from us."
I could feel my father's confusion at this. Mama, Papa, and Kikyo were about to look over at where I was peering out from but I hastily hid behind the wall, my body flat against it. My breaths became hollow and fast.
"What do you talk about?" I heard Father say. A cold voice that was neither Father's, Mother's, Kikyou's, nor the man with the ponytail rang softly around the room. "Higurashi-sama, I would like to go get some fresh air, if you do not mind."
"No, please, go ahead!" I heard my father reply rushedly.
"Thank you."
Footsteps approached the entrance, where I was standing. My heartbeat increased its rate, and I turned, ready to run, when my foot got caught in my Yukata and I tripped onto the cold hardwood floor with a loud thud. It was clear to me that they certainly heard that loud crash..
"I..itai.." I moaned, feeling a bruise on my elbow. I turned into a sitting position and found myself looking at a white hakama. Gulping, my tentative gaze traveled upwards, into emotionless golden eyes. "Uhh...hi?"
"What was that noise, Sesshoumaru-san-" Father, Mother and Kikyou came rushing out of the shoji, as well as the man with the ponytail. They all stared at me, on the floor with my Yukata spread out and my legs showing immodestly. I blushed and adjusted my yukata, stood up and bowed numerously. "Gomengomengomengomen!!" I repeated over and over.
"Kagome?" Mama called to me, her voice dripping with disbelief. "What are you doing out of your room?"
"I..I-I," my cheeks burned again. This has probably been the most humiliating moment of my life. The man called Sesshoumaru looked at me skeptically, while the other was looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Shiroimaru-sama, my good friend," he said. "You did not tell me you had other beautiful daughters."
My cheeks flushed, I could not bear to look at their faces. I swallowed my pride and spoke. "I was going to get a snack for the night, and I was just passing through.." my cheeks cooled a little, but I still think they were at least a pink color. "And I tripped over my yukata and fell."
"Well then, if you are hungry, why not join us?" he smiled charmingly at me. "My name is Inutaisho. This is one of my sons, Sesshoumaru. Pleasant to meet you, what was it again? Kagome?" Instead of the traditional bowing, he stepped forth took my hand and kissed it. His eyes traveled warily to mine. I could've sworn I saw sparks of red in his pupils.. "A miko.. wonderful," I vaguely heard him say.
"Excuse me?" I said while pulling my hand from his as politely as I could. But what was truly on my mind was the fact that Inutaisho and Sesshoumaru looked more like brothers than father-and-son. That was a rather strange concept.
"Let us get back to the banquet, shall we?" he grinned, walking back into the room. I managed to get a glance at Mama, Papa, and Kikyo. Mama looked worried, Papa looked angry at me, and Kikyou... was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? Such a fool I am! Why would Kikyou be jealous of me, when it is the other way around?
They all returned into the room without saying a word to me. Shame washed over my body. I secretly promised to punish myself for their sake.
I stood in the hallway, contemplating on going inside or not. A hand went onto my shoulder. "Are you coming in?"
I looked up to see Sesshoumaru staring down at me with no expression. I blushed out of self-consciousness under his heavy gaze and nodded. "H-Hai."
Still shoeless, without my hair appropriately fixed up and not at all dressed formally, I stepped into the room and was greeted by a whole table of food. No one has seemed to touch the food at all! I could've sworn they had eaten!
I stared shyly at my mother and father. "Mama..., papa, perhaps I should get into something more formal," I referred to my simple yukata, which was uneventfully showing my so-called curves, which was not a modest thing for a girl in these times. "I'm sure the guests would prefer that."
"Do us all a favor," I heard Mother mutter under her breath. I felt a surge of shame. Mother and Father seemed disappointed in me, and Kikyou would not even look at me right now.
"No, it's all right," Inutaisho waved my suggestion off. "We wouldn't mind it, now would we, Sesshoumaru?"
Sesshoumaru's gaze transfixed on me as he made no sign of replying. I loosened my yukata so that it was not clinging to my body like damp cloth, but not loose enough to show any immodesty. Then, carefully, I sat down on one of the cushions and stared down at my plate. No one seemed to be talking. I could feel all of their eyes on me.
Oh how I wish I was wearing fifty layers of kimonos right now so I may bury my face in it in shame! But nonetheless, I am limited to wearing this thin piece of clothing. In a shaky, trembling voice that reminded me of a mouse, I spoke. "Mightn't you all stop staring at me, please?"
"Ah, forgive us, Kagome," Inutaisho said quietly. Soon they began talking once more, and I was forgotten from the world. I actually prefer it this way; they were showering Kikyou with all of the attention and paying no heed to me. (Little did I know that Inutaisho and Sesshoumaru had been staring at me without well, PHYSICALLY staring at me- agh, it is too hard to explain)
Making sure no one had their attention directed at me, I picked up my chopsticks and started to eat some sushi, closing my mouth while chewing out of mannerism. Then making absolute sure that no one was looking, I licked my mouth (an unladylike thing for me to do) like I always did everytime I ate something savorable. Soon enough I was eating heaps of food, still maintaining my manners at the same time.
The food was delicious, and it left my stomach yearning for more! I felt like I had to share the goodness with as much people as I can. And so, I bursted out some words I later found out to be helpful.
"Kikyou plays the koto well," Inutaisho was saying. "I would love to hear her music at my clan's pala-"
"You guys should try this!" I exclaimed while eating some sushi.
All five of their attentions were turned on me again. Sesshoumaru, who had been quiet the whole time, raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"This stuff is good!" I grinned, momentarily forgetting about embarrassing myself due to all the good food. "Why don't you guys eat? That's what this feast is for! If I were you, I'd try the sashimi! It's the best kind in the world!"
"Hmm, perhaps I will," Inutaisho's eyes sparkled with amusement as he picked up his chopsticks and tried a small slice of raw salmon. He seemed to be savoring the flavor a bit, then he grinned again. "You're right! The wasted hours and we have not eaten a single bite!"
Eventually Inutaisho was eating as much as I was, and Sesshoumaru was eating occasionally too. Mama and Papa soon realized that I was not a burden and finally let loose and started eating as well. Kikyou seemed to be in a sour mood, though.
~
I was treating myself to a ricecake. My eyes observed Mama, Papa, and Inutaisho, who were apparently wasting themselves away in sake. Then I looked at Sesshoumaru, and found myself staring straight into his amber- gold eyes. My cheeks burned in shyness. How long has he been looking at me?
~
The night went on for hours- Papa and Inutaisho became good friends, telling each other tales that only the drunk would understand and find humorous. Kikyou small-talked with Sesshoumaru often, but never spared me one of her warm glances nor said a word to me.
Yawning, I stood up, unnoticed by the adults, who were drunk, and stepped out of the room before bowing unnoticed. Then I walked down the halls, ready to go to bed. It seems that the Tsukishidai clan wasn't as bad as I thought. Kikyou would live happy and prosperous. That's all that matters.
I wiped sweat off my forehead. A couple of hours ago, I found this hallway very cold, now it felt like lava was boiling before me. Perhaps it is because of the sake that I sipped. I cannot say that I am tolerant with alcohol, but I just wanted to try a little...
~
Dazed, I started to wander off the halls and into an open-air courtyard, where Kikyou and I had talked. I sat on one of the flat rocks and dozed off, the large full moon blanketing me in its soft light. I felt strangeness stirring inside of me, like an energy wanting to be unhooked. My eyes fluttered open and I found that my skin was emitting pink swirls of light- that must be the effect of sake. How pleasant...
As if I were underwater, my hair started to flow against non-existent winds as my eyes slowly closed. Is this what getting wasted feels like? I don't know why Papa complains about it... this feels pleasurable. Pink light flowed like silk around where I was sitting; where it was coming from I do not truly know.
Boy, was I wasted.
Suddenly, I heard a soft swoosh of clothing behind me. My eyes snapped open once more, and all of the pink swirling light that had emitted from me went back into my skin, and my wind-blown flowing hair flowed no more. I turned a little to see Sesshoumaru, staring at me strangely.
"Sesshoumaru-san?" I said quietly, feeling mellow. He was staring at me with interested and bewildered eyes, which were soon veiled over with coldness and indifference.
"What are you?" he asked me straightforwardly.
My mellow self was replaced by self-consciousness once more. "I am Higurashi Kagome, fifteen years old, daughter of Higurashi Shiroimaru and Tenko."
"That is not what I meant," he said in what sounded like a growl. He walked onto the grass and towards me, his movements smooth and graceful like Kikyou's.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I whispered, suddenly feeling like an alarm went off inside of me. Fear shrouded my senses. I backed away as much as he walked closer. "Please, I don't have any business with you. I ask that you go back to Kikyou-nee-sama."
I scrambled backwards and tripped on a rock landing on my elbows. My yukata split open once more, revealing my legs once again. I instantly jumped up and adjusted my yukata.
"You are a Miko," he said plainly, as if he did not see me fall and make a fool of myself. "You have Priestess powers, do you not?"
"I-I don't know!" I cried, moving further away from him. "Stay away from me, Sesshoumaru-san. Please." I felt a strange urge inside me begging to be let out.
I backed up some more and met with something soft yet solid. I uneasily looked up and saw Sesshoumaru looming over me. But- wasn't he just-? My eyes darted, unbelieving, from the spot Sesshoumaru had been on earlier to the one he was currently standing in.
"Tell me," Sesshoumaru said slowly. The look in his eyes that I found fearful kept me from running away. "...what you were up to when I found you snooping around outside the banquet room."
"If I tell you, will you let me go?" I said quietly, trembling at the sight of his reddening eyes. That was probably the sake taking effect on me again, I believed. He nodded and smirked, revealing sharp fang-teeth. I feared those fangs...
"I was curious as to who Kikyou-nee-sama was going to marry, nothing more," I confessed. "I wanted to see if she was truly going to come with you guys. If you are really going to take her away from us."
"Oh. That," he said thoughtfully, taking his eyes off me momentarily to gaze lazily at the moon. "You will come as well."
"Wh-what?" I stammered, feeling the blood drain from my face. His eyes traveled to my face again.
"I know you heard me correctly," Sesshoumaru said softly, his hand suddenly holding the side of my face. I shivered when I could've sworn I felt sharpness prickling at my face where his fingernails should be. Claws...? Still in that formal, stoic voice, he stated: "I WILL find out what you are... be it a Miko or something else.."
Then he abruptively removed his right hand from my face and his left hand from my arm. Sesshoumaru turned and walked away, his silver hair swishing elegantly in the wind. I fell onto my knees and looked ahead blankly. It's settled then. I am going to leave. Eavesdropping was a very bad mistake.
What have I done?
~~~~~~~~~
HA! I bet you people thought that she was going to meet InuYasha, too! :) Well, I strive for unpredictability. Don't worry too much, tho, she'll meet InuYasha.
I've got news for the people reading this: I will update this weekly. Usually on a Friday or Saturday. Or when I got the chapter after the next chapter finished or something. I've already finished up chapter three, but it's chapter four I'm working on.
Note to all: This is an anti-bashKikyou fiction. I am a big Kikyou fan, although I used to not be. I know some parts of this chapter may have made her seem a bit.... foul, don't take it to heart. Kikyou is in no way an enemy or anything like that in this story!
Hopefully you enjoyed it! Below are some words in Japanese that I forgot to make a translation section for. This translation section covers both this chapter and chapter 1.
Katakana- One of the Japanese forms of writing. It was established in the 1800's (I'm not sure, I only think so) and I'm not really sure when my story takes place. o.0.... Probably before they invented Katakana, but I don't care! ^_^ This is MY story!
Koto- A stringed instrument, usually described as a zither. It is a box with a curved roof over which strings are stretched. It is played by plucking the strings, either with fingers or plectrum. (Disclaimer: Info has been taken from 'Little Sister' written by Kara Dalkey.)
Youkai- A word for 'Demon' spirit.
Shoji- A sliding door that is regularly made with wood and rice paper.
Gomen nasai- I'm sorry
Sugoi- Cool
Oyasumi Nasai- Good night
If I missed any words, please let me know and I'll post up definitions. Remember, go click-a-dee-click on that little review button! It's easy as 1- 2-3!
-Sayonara!