'__' is thought, "__" is talk. Sorry about not telling you that earlier.
Oh, and as I have been using some Japanese in this fic:
baka- stupid, idiot. (It can also mean cow, but.... nevermind)
-sama- term of great respect. If somone refers to themselfs as _____-sama,
than they think VERY highly of themselves
inu- dog. Hence Inu yasha
nani- what? huh? You get the idea
hanyou- half-demon
youki- demon energy
youkai- demon
miko- priestess
Kasi no Kio- Literally, the wound in the wind or the cutting wind.
Tetsusaiga's almost ultimate attack
Byakuyuuha- Tetsusaiga's ultimate attack
Did I miss any?
Chapter 4: Of Plans and Plotting
Disclaimer: I own exclusve rights to my kindergarten finger-paintings and little else.
~.~.~.~.~.Naraku
I smiled malitiously. Good. All was going according to plan. I now had the souls and bodys of both Sesshoumaru and Kagome, the only enemys (aside from Kikyo) who had ever caused me even slight cause for worry. And I had the perfect plan to dispose of them. Most of it had even already worked, that is, all of the important bits were out of the way.
"Ku ku ku ku...." (A/N: wondering about the "ku ku ku"? Don't worry, you did read right, it is a japanese evil laugh.)
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
'WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WAS SESSHOUMARU DOING STANDING OVER ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?! And, less importantly, WHERE ON EARTH AM I?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!'
I scooted back as fast as I could as I pulled myself into a sitting position and felt for my bow and arrows.
Oh.
Crap.
I didn't have them. I suppose that having your soul sucked out of you may tend to leave weapons behind, but NOT HAVING ANY WEAPON when facing down the FREAKIN' LORD OF THE WESTERN LANDS and one of the MOST POWERFUL DEMONS OF ALL TIME was not the best of ideas. Perhaps I had better do my best to appise him then.
"Uuhhhhhhhh, Hi."
Oh, boy. Now he was looking annoyed. He was showing emotion. Not a good sign. Why oh why had I been the girl sent back to the era where you needed to be an ambassator? Polotics had NEVER been my strong point, and now I am forced on an almost daily basis to waltz to the complicated dance.
Come to it I've never been that good at waltzing either.
Oh, right. Respect. He was glaring daggers at me as I hurredly added, "Sesshoumaru-sama. Sorry. About not saying that earlier, I mean. Because you know, I just woke up and all....never mind."
He started looking happier when I remembered his title and then gave me that smirk when I started babbling. You know the one. That, "you amuse me and that is the only reason that I, who am in charge of all, let you live. Because you amuse me."
Gosh, I hate that smirk. I used to be okay with it, until Sesshoumaru started giving it to me, Inu yasha, Shippo, Sango, Miroku and everyone else we happened to be with every time we met, and Inu yasha started doling it out to all practically EVERY DAY. It just gets flat-out annoying.
"You jerk!" I snapped as I slapped his cheek. Or at least attemted to. Naturally, being a demon and all, he blocked my hand with his looooooooooong before it came even close to his head, but still. Why is it that at times I am such an impulsive person? WHY? All that I had gotten for my pains was a hand cut deeply across the palm and a royally pissed demon.
I watched a few drops of blood trikle down his pinky and the side of his hand, from the small gash that had appeared where I had struck him.
As my hand had been glowing.
Like that time with Misteress Centipede.
Ho boy. I was in for it now.
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
I had only been in the path of the cutting wind once before and it had NOT been something that I had wished to repeat. Ever.
In order to recreate the feeling you would have to have thousands fo needles punch through you at once while a similar number of razor blades slashed you from all sides in a strong wind heavily laden with salt followed immediatly by a nice long lemon-juice bath. Only it hurt more.
It was not the most pleasent thing to go through, to say the least.
I hung in the air for almost a full minuate feeling like I was slowly being ripped apart befoe the attack finally faded and dropped me like some forgotton toy. For once I was not miffed at being ignored.
As I pushed myself up I thanked my lucky star (which had to have been shining on me just minuates before) that the power of Tetsusaiga HAD been halfed. If I hadn't than I would be hurting a lot more now and probably wouldn't be able to move. And if I had used Byakuyuuha....
Kagome touched down just as I finally managed to manuver myself into a sitting position and I gazed quesioningly at her, trying despratly to keep the hurt from my eyes.
"Kagome, why?"
~.~.~.~.~.Kagura
I smirked. That baka inu still aparently thought that Kagome had her soul, aka, she was still herself. Well, why not torture him some more? I subtally shifted my fan and and the girl looked down at the hanyou jeeringly as a mocking smile played on her soft mouth.
"Baka. Why do you think? I grew tired of you endlessly telling me what to do, where to go, how to dress. I've found my real friends."
I smiled as a gasp and a choked sob came from the humans who were sitting a few feet away. Ahhhh, it felt good to cause that idiot some pain. Instant stress relief.
But enough fun, time to remind him of the real enemy. Me.
"DANCE OF THE WIND BLADES!"
Chapter 4: Of Plans and Plotting
Disclaimer: I own exclusve rights to my kindergarten finger-paintings and little else.
~.~.~.~.~.Naraku
I smiled malitiously. Good. All was going according to plan. I now had the souls and bodys of both Sesshoumaru and Kagome, the only enemys (aside from Kikyo) who had ever caused me even slight cause for worry. And I had the perfect plan to dispose of them. Most of it had even already worked, that is, all of the important bits were out of the way.
"Ku ku ku ku...." (A/N: wondering about the "ku ku ku"? Don't worry, you did read right, it is a japanese evil laugh.)
~.~.~.~.~.Kagome
'WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WAS SESSHOUMARU DOING STANDING OVER ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?! And, less importantly, WHERE ON EARTH AM I?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!'
I scooted back as fast as I could as I pulled myself into a sitting position and felt for my bow and arrows.
Oh.
Crap.
I didn't have them. I suppose that having your soul sucked out of you may tend to leave weapons behind, but NOT HAVING ANY WEAPON when facing down the FREAKIN' LORD OF THE WESTERN LANDS and one of the MOST POWERFUL DEMONS OF ALL TIME was not the best of ideas. Perhaps I had better do my best to appise him then.
"Uuhhhhhhhh, Hi."
Oh, boy. Now he was looking annoyed. He was showing emotion. Not a good sign. Why oh why had I been the girl sent back to the era where you needed to be an ambassator? Polotics had NEVER been my strong point, and now I am forced on an almost daily basis to waltz to the complicated dance.
Come to it I've never been that good at waltzing either.
Oh, right. Respect. He was glaring daggers at me as I hurredly added, "Sesshoumaru-sama. Sorry. About not saying that earlier, I mean. Because you know, I just woke up and all....never mind."
He started looking happier when I remembered his title and then gave me that smirk when I started babbling. You know the one. That, "you amuse me and that is the only reason that I, who am in charge of all, let you live. Because you amuse me."
Gosh, I hate that smirk. I used to be okay with it, until Sesshoumaru started giving it to me, Inu yasha, Shippo, Sango, Miroku and everyone else we happened to be with every time we met, and Inu yasha started doling it out to all practically EVERY DAY. It just gets flat-out annoying.
"You jerk!" I snapped as I slapped his cheek. Or at least attemted to. Naturally, being a demon and all, he blocked my hand with his looooooooooong before it came even close to his head, but still. Why is it that at times I am such an impulsive person? WHY? All that I had gotten for my pains was a hand cut deeply across the palm and a royally pissed demon.
I watched a few drops of blood trikle down his pinky and the side of his hand, from the small gash that had appeared where I had struck him.
As my hand had been glowing.
Like that time with Misteress Centipede.
Ho boy. I was in for it now.
~.~.~.~.~.Inu yasha
I had only been in the path of the cutting wind once before and it had NOT been something that I had wished to repeat. Ever.
In order to recreate the feeling you would have to have thousands fo needles punch through you at once while a similar number of razor blades slashed you from all sides in a strong wind heavily laden with salt followed immediatly by a nice long lemon-juice bath. Only it hurt more.
It was not the most pleasent thing to go through, to say the least.
I hung in the air for almost a full minuate feeling like I was slowly being ripped apart befoe the attack finally faded and dropped me like some forgotton toy. For once I was not miffed at being ignored.
As I pushed myself up I thanked my lucky star (which had to have been shining on me just minuates before) that the power of Tetsusaiga HAD been halfed. If I hadn't than I would be hurting a lot more now and probably wouldn't be able to move. And if I had used Byakuyuuha....
Kagome touched down just as I finally managed to manuver myself into a sitting position and I gazed quesioningly at her, trying despratly to keep the hurt from my eyes.
"Kagome, why?"
~.~.~.~.~.Kagura
I smirked. That baka inu still aparently thought that Kagome had her soul, aka, she was still herself. Well, why not torture him some more? I subtally shifted my fan and and the girl looked down at the hanyou jeeringly as a mocking smile played on her soft mouth.
"Baka. Why do you think? I grew tired of you endlessly telling me what to do, where to go, how to dress. I've found my real friends."
I smiled as a gasp and a choked sob came from the humans who were sitting a few feet away. Ahhhh, it felt good to cause that idiot some pain. Instant stress relief.
But enough fun, time to remind him of the real enemy. Me.
"DANCE OF THE WIND BLADES!"