Kindred Spirits
An Inu Yasha and Saiyuki fan fiction by Iapetus
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these wonderful series.
Thank you for taking the time to leave your feedback, I appreciate it! Review responses can be found in my Live Journal for January 27.
Special thanks to The SOC Puppet and Kenren Taishou for helping me beta this chapter.
I'd also like to apologize for the pace being slow. I just like to describe things, and got carried away. I'll try to summarize better from now on, but thank you to both Fogwolf and Dephanie for pointing this out to me. I don't mind criticisms, they help me write better.
WARNING: This is one of the chapters that borders on R due to violence and a suggested situation. I promised you warnings, and here it is. Read with caution.
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Chapter 6: Insubordination
Souta had loosened up as the day had gone by, but could not explain the terrible feeling of apprehension in his being as he walked into his Asian literature class. It was unlike the uncanny ability he had to figure out when they would have a pop quiz (which his classmates greatly appreciated). It was more of a foreboding feeling – a premonition. He itched to have his bokken in hand, or at least nearby. There was no youki around – he had been taught to sense it by Kagome and Inu Yasha a long time ago through the frequent demon attacks that occurred when Kagome had come home. There was also no malicious ki… What the hell is going on? He thought, frustrated.
Taking his seat behind Akira, Souta noticed a class copy of Chinese Mythology. The foreboding grew as he looked at the book. Why was he freaking out over a book? If any kind of mythology should be putting him on edge, it should have been Japanese. The monsters from the legends were real in their past, and sometimes even tried to kill his sister.
"Yes! I love Chinese Mythology! If we were going to do haikus any longer…" Sakura's voice dropped to a dangerously low level, "I might not be responsible for what might happen."
Akira smirked at the response, but the girl who sat behind him did not seem to so amused. "There is nothing wrong with Haikus," Rika said in a huff. Rika was a poet at heart and loved haikus; it was her passion. The boys just found it amusing when the two girls disagreed. Yuuko took the seat to the right of Rika, and simply gave Souta a worried look. He saw that Satoru had the same expression on his face.
She told him… he thought with a sigh. Well, it wasn't like Satoru wouldn't find out sooner or later, he was Souta's best friend, but he hated when he couldn't tell people himself. And when Kagome was the one under discussion, he didn't like to speak at all. He hated telling lies when he didn't have to.
Casually tossing a folded note onto Souta's desk, he put a smile back on his face and pretended that nothing was going on. Souta waited quietly for Rika and Sakura to get into another fight over something stupid while the others laughed at them before he opened the note.
It was short, but that was always how Satoru wrote. I miss my sister too. I understand. Souta quickly put the letter away as the teacher walked in.
How could Souta be so insensitive to his friend? Only Satoru had an idea of how he felt. Well, maybe he should reverse that. Only Souta had an idea of how Satoru felt. After the fire in their apartment almost seven years ago, his older sister Mayu had died. Satoru learned later from his mother that Kagome had somehow pacified Mayu's soul, and was especially worried about her when "illness" persisted. Of all his friends, Souta wished he could tell Satoru the truth – Inu Yasha and Kagome had actually saved his life at one point. But secrets were secrets, and he had to keep them.
Yamada-sensei signaled for silence, which slowly came to the classroom. The foreboding in Souta's mind grew as his teacher began to speak.
"As you can tell, we have stopped studying haikus for a short period of time." There were several cheers, including Sakura's at this statement. Rika glared at them all, but they were oblivious to her cold reaction.
"However, this is only a break from our poetry unit. We will continue tomorrow with the wonderful poetry form of the Korean Sijo." Here, there were even more groans than cheers. Rika smiled in triumph. Akira rolled his eyes.
"I simply had this incredible urge to delve into Chinese Mythology, and decided that you all needed a break. Lucky you," he added with a smirk. "So, if you would please all turn to page twelve in your books… then we can begin.
"Higurashi, please begin at the top of page twelve."
Souta stood up, picking up the book as he rose. As he looked down to begin reading, the page's words swirled together – the text becoming unrecognizable. The number twelve in the corner remained clear, signifying that he was indeed on the right page. Chancing a glance at Satoru's book, he saw no letters swirling. When he squinted at the text on his friend's page however, it began to swirl. Satoru didn't seem to notice.
"Higurashi?" the teacher asked impatiently. Some students laughed, and Souta tried to block them out. Desperately praying to whatever god would listen, he put his hand on the page in attempt to flatten it down – hoping it would appear to the teacher that he was simply finding his place. Suddenly, the words stopped swirling, and formed text again.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Souta started his reading. "The Journey to the West, or Saiyuki as it is known in Japanese, is an ancient Chinese legend dating back to the seventh-century A.D." He chanced a brief look up to make sure the text was correct. Yamada-sensei didn't seem to have a problem with it, as he was still looking at the text and not at him. Taking this as a good sign, Souta continued.
"It revolves around a rebellious priest of high rank whose title was Toua Genjo Sanzo the thirty-first, and his mission to stop the resurrection of the Bull Demon King Gyumaoh in India." A stunned silence filled the room as he stopped in shock.
"What, did you say, Higurashi?" his teacher asked in slight disbelief.
"I simply read what is in my book, sensei," Souta said innocently.
Yamada-sensei gave him a long searching look, choosing not to say anything for a full minute. While Higurashi Souta was a popular student, he was generally not a troublemaker.
"Tell me then, Higurashi," Yamada-sensei probed, "Does Akahori's text say the same thing?" He motioned for the bewildered student to pick up his best friend's copy of the book. Souta made a desperate attempt to check the text before it could swirl again, but he did not get past the first word before these words also swirled into a mess. When the words stopped, they were the same as his copy of Chinese Mythology.
"It is the same thing, Yamada-sensei," Souta said slowly. His teacher rewarded him with another reproachful look.
"Akahori, please take Higurashi's book and read the first line to the class." Yamada-sensei did not tolerate disruption, especially when he was giving the class a "treat." Souta had already violated this twice. The young man knew he was about to get in trouble. Akira looked apologetically at Souta, and took his book. Souta briefly noticed the letters swirl again and stop just before Akira started talking. He hadn't noticed it either.
"The Journey to the West, or Saiyuki as it is known in Japanese, is an ancient Chinese legend dating back to the seventh century A.D.," Akira verified. "It revolves around the devout priest named Sanzo, and his mission from the Emperor to regain Buddhist Scriptures."
Oh crap… he thought silently. What can I say to that?
"Do you think this is funny, Higurashi?" his teacher said in a low voice.
"No sir."
"Maybe you should think about it out in the hall." He pointed to the door, and Souta headed for it. He was not telling a lie, but Souta had a feeling that he would not be able to read anymore of the text without getting into more trouble. Without arguing, he angrily left the room. As he left, Yamada-sensei handed him another copy of Chinese Mythology.
"Read up to page twenty. I will send someone for you at the end of class."
Souta silently took the book and sat down – back against the wall as the door closed. Cracking open the book, the pages fell open to the dratted number twelve, and swirled together again. When it stopped, he continued reading where he had previously left off.
"Traveling with the high priest were three others. The first was Son Goku, who was also known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. He had been locked away in Mount Gogyu for five hundred years before Genjo Sanzo set him free." Souta didn't question what he read, but continued, hoping to find some sense in the mess.
"The second companion was Sha Gojyo, a half demon whose father was a water sprite." Souta cracked a smile at the line. There was another half demon. I wonder if he's anything like Inu Yasha…
"The third companion was formerly known as the human Cho Gonou. However, he had been transformed into a demon, and took on the name Cho Hakkai soon afterwards."
What is happening to me? He thought, worried. While it was all very interesting, it wasn't what the legend had said before. What is wrong with me?
"Nothing's wrong with you," he heard a female voice say suddenly, one he did not recognize.
"Oh yeah, then why are the page's letters swirling-" he stopped as he looked up. There standing in front of him was a woman in a VERY revealing outfit. Her dress/ skirt's fabric went all the way to the floor, but there was a cut on each side showing generous amounts of leg. The fabric at her top did not cover her arms, and barely seemed to cover her torso. She wore a symbol for the sun across her breasts, and jewelry around her wrists. He blushed slightly. How did someone like this get into school?
Her face wore a smug expression, and he could tell that she was around his mother's age. At least, that was how she looked. There were no wrinkles in her face, however, and something in her eyes told her she was MUCH older than his mother. Her hair was pulled back slightly, revealing a red dot on her forehead.
She smirked as she continued. "You were simply able to see the truth beyond what you humans have miscopied over the centuries. How their legend was reduced to this, I don't think even kami-sama, could explain."
The truth? He wondered dubiously. What is she talking about? Wait a minute, "you humans…?"
"Who are you?" he asked breathlessly.
"The Merciful Goddess, Goddess of Mercy, Kanzeon Bosatsu, I go by many names," she said with a laugh, then bowed slightly with humor "at your service."
A Goddess? His eyes bulged. He knew they existed because of his sister's adventures, but he never thought he'd meet one… Forgetting courtesy, he jumped to the one thing on his mind.
"Um, Kanzeon Bosatsu-sama, is my sister ok?" he asked quickly. Surely she would know about Kagome, and would be able to give him an answer.
"You have guts, kid," she smiled. "I like that. And I see you care for your sister. But tell me, what do YOU desire?"
He couldn't believe that a goddess was asking him this. What did he desire more than anything? He wanted to protect his sister from the dangers of the Sengoku Jidai. Souta had always felt guilty for calling Kagome over to the Bone Gobbling Well that fateful day, her fifteenth birthday, so long ago.
He wanted a normal family, with their father still alive. In the back of his mind, however, he knew that this was just the "normal boy" excuse that he knew he was supposed to respond with. People were supposed to desire a normal life, not an abnormal one.
No, what he really wanted… he wanted to have his own journey. He wanted to carry a katana, not a bokken. He wanted to make friends who he could protect, and would do the same for him. He wanted to get out of the monotonous pattern of this world…
"Do you want me to grant that wish?" she smiled mischievously. Closing his eyes, Souta focused all of his senses on the ki of the woman. This was no deception, she was no demon, and she was no human. The only other option was a god, well, goddess in her case.
"I promised my sister that I would protect my family!" he said stubbornly.
"What if I told you that they would be protected?" the goddess' word were followed by a pregnant pause. "The demon's goal is has changed, and it is now not in this time. They will not bother your family."
"But…" he struggled to think of an excuse. "My mother would not be able to stand it if I was not here. My sister's absence is hard enough."
"Boy, with the gods a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years is like a day. If you accept this offer, no one will notice your absence. If you decline, you will forget that I even approached you."
"How could they not notice my absence?" he questioned.
"Trust me, they will not." The goddess seemed to notice the indecisiveness on his face and continued.
"What would happen if I told you that you could help your sister out? She need all the help she can get soon."
He opened his mouth to respond, but found that nothing came out. He was speechless.
"Should I take that as a 'yes?'" she asked with a laugh.
Slowly, the young man nodded, and Higurashi Souta's world changed forever.
The Merciful goddess my ass, he thought bitterly. That old hag probably just wants to amuse herself again by "conveniently" revealing to us something worthwhile.
"You shouldn't think bad of a goddess, especially when she's standing right in front of you," Kanzeon Bosatsu said with a smirk.
"How can you stop thinking about someone?" Sanzo heard Goku ask Hakkai, in the background, in what the demon thought was a low whisper.
"Ah, that's a good question…" Hakkai chuckled slightly nervously. "I'm not exactly sure myself…"
Sanzo chose not to reply. Instead, he lowered his cigarette to knock the ash away. As he went to take another drag, he looked the goddess in the eye.
"I think what I want," he said simply.
"True," she smiled sweetly. "It wouldn't be any fun if you were all brainwashed to do something."
Sanzo saw Gojyo roll his eyes from behind the goddess' back. Whether the goddess knew of this or not they never found out, her mind quickly shifting back to the subject at hand.
Wait, why had she come?
The sixteen-year-old human landed unceremoniously on his butt from the sky. Wincing, he rubbed his rear end, cursing his "good fortune." As soon as had said "yes" to the goddess' proposal, he had found himself enveloped in a sea of brilliant white light. He had been unable to move, even if he had not wanted to. The Merciful Goddess knew what she was doing, right?
Well, she knew some things, at least. If it had not been for her, his falling from the sky would have resulted in him becoming a human pancake, not having a sore rear end. Of course, if it had not been for the goddess, I wouldn't be here anyways, he thought with a bit of a frustrated smile.
Standing up warily, Higurashi Souta looked for signs of his divine intercessor. Wouldn't she give him an explanation on what had to be done? Kagome had found out from the beginning what her mission would be… if he was to have some sort of quest, wouldn't it be important to find out what it was first?
When silence responded to his mental plea, he decided to take a look around. It was a dense forest for the most part, but he could make out a trail about fifty yards from where he stood. The path did not look rough, but well cut. Walking closer, he saw that it was a dirt road. Did they have this good of roads back in the past? He thought. Am I really back in the past? Suddenly, his common sense came back to him, and he fought down the natural instinct to panic. If this is really the Sengoku Jidai, then that means that there are demons running around. He looked to the ground for something he could fight with. I need a weapon…
Almost immediately, he saw a wooden sword leaning up against a tree. He could hear a voice faintly laugh in his head as he picked up the bokken. A gift from the heavens, huh? He bowed in respect to the goddess he could not see. "Thank you very much," he said quietly. The goddess would be able to hear him, and he did not want to attract unneeded attention to himself. After raising himself back up, he continued.
"Kanzeon Bosatsu-sama, what is it that you want me to do, exactly?" he asked.
There was no answer. Gripping his bokken tightly, he tried to calm down. Why am I being called back if I don't know what I'm supposed to do? He thought. How am I supposed to help out Kagome?
The goddess, apparently, decided to answer him at this point. "You will have to figure that one out for yourself, Higurashi Souta. Until then, be a doer of good works." With that, her voice vanished from his head. It was replaced a second later with a scream.
Souta drove his frustrated thoughts surrounding the goddess out of his head (for the time being, anyway) and focused his ears on the direction of the scream. It was slightly to the right… Or was it behind me? He focused his other energy into sensing unusual chi. If there was any hostile chi around, he would feel it in an instant. Suddenly, he found it.
It's a girl… he noted. She was definitely to my right… Taking off, Souta tried to make as little noise as possible. He could feel the brush of the forest tear at his school uniform. How had Kagome fought for so long in her school uniform? He made a mental note to get a better outfit later. He could always buy a new uniform when he got back to the present. Someone's life was in danger. Clothes didn't matter.
Thanking the goddess that he was downwind of the disturbance, he peeked out from behind a tree. It was a woman's worst nightmare – or was about to be. Four men surrounded her, all grinning lewdly down at the terrified woman. Souta shook his head – they weren't human. He could feel it now – he had not sensed youki in awhile, and he was rusty at it. Their ears were pointed, and their claws were sharp.
The young man quickly took in his situation for analysis. He was no expert, having only fought demons before with Kagome's aid, but he had gathered tips from his sister and Inu Yasha for fighting large groups.
Don't be dramatic like in anime and announce yourself. You'll only give them time to organize themselves so they can kill you. Kagome had taken this rule to heart, since Inu Yasha did not seem to care for it at all. But when an enemy acted like this, there was no disrespect in attacking him from behind. They had no honor, and someone else's life was on the line.
Quickly scanning the four, Souta debated which one to go for first. He felt like a predator trying to find the sickly one or the weakling out of a herd. He mentally laughed at the image – a teenage human become a predator to demons?
"Please, leave me alone!" the girl cried out. "I was only out collecting raspberries, I didn't even come near your territory!"
The biggest demon smirked, and signaled the second largest demon to hold her down. He ran a claw delicately down her cheekbone, grinning vulgarly as her eyes bulged in her head. "We decided to expand our horizons. This stretch is now ours. You know what happens to those who walk into our territory…"
"Please, NO!" she screamed.
"Of course, you are too beautiful to just eat. Let's have a little fun, first."
"Let me go!" she wailed helplessly against the demon's grasp.
Souta had originally decided to go for the scrawny one, as a predator usually did in a hunt, but his plans changed. Focusing his chi into his limbs and into his bokken, he charged forward towards the leader.
Having been so focused on their approaching moment of lustful activity, they had been oblivious to the fighting chi behind them. The world suddenly snapped back when a young man ran and slashed downward at the leader's head. The demon was barely able to move in response to the attack, and as a result Souta could hear the sickening crunch of the demon's collarbone shattering. He had moved his head just in time to save his life, but was now howling in pain, holding his right side with his left arm.
The other demons had been too shocked to react at first, so Souta shifted his grip and struck out at the next demon. It was his original target, the scrawny one, and this time his wooden sword did connect with the demon's skull. Bone shattered there as well, and he did not care to look at the cavern he had created in the vile creature's head. I don't have time to think about it… he thought. I've killed demons before, I can do it again.
The leader was enraged, in a mixture of pain from his own body and seeing his companion lie dead. He turned away from the girl, agony and hate in his eyes.
"You little brat," he said in a dangerously low voice. "You're dead! Kill him!" He signaled to the other two demons. Souta noticed with quick satisfaction that the leader was having trouble getting to his feet. He had made several failed attempts and was still on the ground.
Souta quickly looked at the girl and jerked his head viciously, wanting her to get out of there before he turned to the two unharmed demons. I need to feel where they are; he forced himself to remain calm. Panic will only cloud my judgment… he repeated.
The two demons came at him, claws extended, ready to tear him limb from limb. Preparing himself for a quick escape, he gave the impression that he would take the two head on.
They were closing in from his front and back, and the young man simply held his defense. Two seconds… one second… They were there, and he sent all of his energy to his legs to step out of the way. The momentum of the two enraged demons collided, and he saw the shocked look on their faces as they impaled themselves through the heart with the other's long claws. It was sickening – Souta felt like he wanted to throw up. He hadn't seen a corpse in awhile. Damn, I'm getting rusty… But, he didn't have time to think of that. There was still one demon left.
Turning to the leader, Souta held his wooden sword out in front of him in an attack stance. The rage did not dim from the leader's eyes, and Souta began to feel slightly afraid. Sometimes, a wounded animal was more dangerous than a healthy one. I should have finished him off right then, dammit…
"What did we do to you?" he asked with hate quivering through every note.
Souta saw that the girl had not been able to leave. She was now staring at him with traces of terror in her eyes, as well as curiosity.
"Nothing," he said simply. "But you were about to do something horrible to this girl. I can't allow that to happen."
"She violated the agreement we had with the town! She wandered into our area, and she has to be ready to pay the consequences."
"It sounded like you changed the agreement without the village's knowledge." He shifted his weight as he ran at his enemy. "If you don't follow the rules of the game, you'll renege." Jumping away at the last second, Souta barely avoided getting gutted by the demon's left arm. A bloody scratch formed across his stomach, and the young man winced. He could tell that it wasn't deep, but it was enough to make things difficult.
The demon leader still did not get up. Gritting his teeth to take his mind away from the pain, Souta charged at his adversary again. He slashed his wooden sword downwards, concentrating a portion of his chi to manifest itself in the blade as well as the air it moved. The demon was knocked backward by the wave, although seemingly unharmed by it. The expression of pain he wore was because of the air striking his shattered shoulder, as well as surprise that the attack was not a deathblow. Taking this moment of confusion, Souta again routed all of his energy to his legs to circle around the demon, making it look as though he appeared instantly behind him. It all seemed to happen in an instant as Souta delivered a powerful blow to the back of the demon's neck. Again, there was a crack, and the young man saw the life go out of the leader's eyes.
Souta did not let himself relax his stance until he was sure that all four demon's youki had completely disappeared. He could feel their souls leave their body, malice still within their core aimed at him. It didn't matter, the danger was gone for now.
"Um…" The girl he had saved didn't seem to know exactly how to react.
"Are you ok?" he asked, walking over to her, trying not to show the pain in his face.
"Y- yes." She blushed slightly. "Thank you so much… I thought I was a goner."
"I wouldn't have known if you hadn't screamed," he countered. "You helped yourself." He smiled, and offered his torn coat to her. "I'm sorry that it is in rough shape, and that it is bloody, but I think it is better than what you have on.
The girl graciously took his uniform jacket and covered her bare midriff. "Thank you again." She seemed to remember suddenly that her savior was injured. "We need to get that treated right away!"
"I'll be fine," he said with a forced grin. Yeah right, this hurts like none other… "It sounded like there was a town nearby. Where is it exactly?"
Pulling the uniform jacket tightly around her, the girl stood up shakily. "I'll take you there."
"What is your name?" Souta asked, curious.
"Shuang." Shuang is a Chinese name. What is going on here? "What's yours?" she asked back politely.
What happened to your world, Kagome? He thought in confusion.
"I'm Souta."
"There is a reason that you cannot locate that woman in your dreams, Konzen," she said with a smile. Sanzo's eyes narrowed at her revelation of his dreams to his companions. He had fleetingly forgotten that the goddess saw everything, even the private dreams between him and the girl.
"She's a woman now, start thinking of her that way. She isn't the little girl you once knew," she said with another smile.
He could see Gojyo grin widely at the statement and raised his eyebrows at the priest. Shit, the perverted water sprite is going to have a field day with this…
There were a million different things that Sanzo could have said to the goddess after that, and most of them were not the most polite things a person could say. Instead, he found himself saying something else. "Why can't I feel her presence?"
"She hasn't been born yet."
"WHAAT?" Goku shouted, "How can that be?" The demon had obviously forgotten that while they were present in the room, he was to keep his mouth shut.
"You really shouldn't interrupt a goddess, Goku," Hakkai corrected him gently.
"Who the hell cares?" Gojyo rolled his eyes. "I know you want to know the answer as much as the rest of us do…"
"Neither has her past self been born yet," Kanzeon continued.
"Then can you at least tell me who she is?" Sanzo's temper was close to reaching the critical stage. He had been pulled out of his own personal analysis of the dream only to be playing word games with the merciful goddess. If she loved to tease, then maybe she wasn't so full of mercy after all. Sadist…
"No one knows what she is – not her friends, not her enemy, not even herself. Her existence remains to be an enigma. She is much more than a reincarnation of the woman she talked about in your dream." With that, she turned her back to the priest and to his companions. Holding out her arm, three small orbs of light glistened ominously in the dark room. Gojyo's eyes rose in suspicion, as well as Hakkai's. However, the alarms in Sanzo's head were set off at the expression on Goku's face. It was one of pure terror and desperation, an expression that the monkey never showed, even in the heat of battle.
A small voice in the back of his head told him that last statement was wrong. Hakkai says he looks like that when he thinks that I'm about to die…
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Goku screamed as the orbs sped off towards the three men. Prompted by Goku's response, Hakkai and Gojyo futilely attempted to shield themselves with their arms, but the orb simply went through their limbs and into their heads. Their pupils vanished, and they fell to the ground. Goku looked as if he were trying to take off his power limiter in an effort to attack the goddess, but his eyes too lost their pupils, and he fell, crying to the ground.
Sanzo cocked the hammer on his Smith and Wesson and pointed the barrel at the back of Kanzeon Bosatsu's head. "What did you do to them?" he demanded hotly.
"My my, you're being a bit touchy, Konzen," she laughed. "Long day?"
You have no idea. "What. Did. You. Do?"
"It isn't as if that gun would do anything against me," she teased, "I'm a goddess, remember?"
Gritting his teeth, he fired. The bullet sliced through thin air and left a mark on the door.
"You just had to fire, didn't you?" the goddess laughed darkly. "You had to try. You were always trigger happy, or would have been if you had a gun before. Well, I'm glad you care about your friends so much that you would kill even me to avenge them. But you have no cause – they're still breathing."
"They're not my friends!" he said hotly. "What did you do to them?" Sanzo asked again, shifting the barrel of his gun to the goddess who was now at his right side.
"Acting in your best interest. You were angry that I told them about the woman in your dreams, weren't you?"
Sanzo decided not go give her the honor of a verbal answer.
"So, I wiped their memory of my coming to see you. You may again enjoy your "me" time, Genjo Sanzo." She moved to leave, but Sanzo pulled the hammer back again.
"Why did Goku scream like that then? It sounded like you were killing him."
"He is the only one who knew what that orb did, of course he would be afraid," the goddess said in a matter of fact way. "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"I don't care about him," Sanzo denied fiercely.
"Yes, and I support Gyumaoh's resurrection," Kanzeon said sarcastically. "Remember that you can never hide your heart to me, Konzen." With that, she seemed to dissolve into the air
Muttering to himself about shitty deities and their power trips, he moved to put his comrades into their beds. He was glad that the goddess had left them knocked out – maybe she really was a boshivitta.
After moving two of his three companions into their beds, Sanzo found himself staring at the monkey on the floor. What were you remembering, Goku, when she pulled that orb out? As he picked up the earth spirit's small figure, he noticed that the boy's lips were moving ever so slightly. When he lowered his head, he could hear him speak in barely a whisper.
"Nataku…"
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Sorry for the slow update, but since I now have a beta (and the fact that we have both been busy recently), updates will probably not be weekly anymore. I do have material written, but it might be a week to two weeks between updates from now on.
Comments and criticisms appreciated!
-Iapetus