Okay, in this chapter, I went a little nuts with Japanese words. If one's wrong-and I don't think they are. . .then tell me, ne? But every Japanese word I put in here-even the obvious ones, like youkai and baka-I have translated for you at the bottom. Aren't I nice? And since I'm so nice, maybe you oughta review me!
Inuyasha is mine-not yours, Megan! MINE! Ahem. . .ano. . .yosh.
Inuyasha belongs to the all-mighty goddess Rumiko Takahashi. BOW TO HER, UNGRATEFUL BEINGS! Sorry! So do. . .all the other characters she owns. . .right. Anyway, I own Biiru, Angela, the concept, the daggers, the balloon with scythes, Megan, Inuyasha's ears-no, I'm serious! ^^-and the plot. . .again. And I own the word: blahdedadeda. Cause who else says that?
Anyhow, I know I'm guilty of not-updated for years and years. Read the poems. I did those. But I'm updating now, and that's what matters, right? As always, reviews are nice, and the more reviews means the more of the chance I'll continue this…and then again, if you give me a negative review, I might not continue!
Ah, just review the damn thing.
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Megan sighed, wrapping another bandage round Ang's immobile wrist. "Baka[1]," she muttered again. "Whatever possessed you to go jumping down the well? Of course Inuyasha didn't let you go!"
Ang didn't react, not surprising Megan. The girl had been completely dead to the world since Inuyasha had basically dropped her off, snapping he was going to wash his hand off. It had been dripping blood from the cut. It wasn't at all deep, but the location was too dangerous for comfort. Kaede had brusquely told her she was lucky to be alive, to which she had received a blank stare. She had spent the next few minutes muttering how "kids these days," and "no respect for life."
"But what if I wanted to die?"
"Huh?"
Megan looked up from the bandages, staring directly into Ang's eyes. They were full of fire, the blue shades almost burning with an unnatural shade. "What if I wanted to die, Meg?"
Megan gulped. Where was Kaede? "Calm down, Ang! You must have had some seriously bad dreams or something. . ."
Ang's eyes subdued on their own. She looked away, still not moving her wrist, letting Megan bandage it. "Gomen[2]."
"Don't worry so much. Honestly. . .nayamasu, nayamasu, nayamasu[3]. . ."
"I don't worry that much. But Shi and Jinsei[4] are getting close on an agreement, and. . .I just refuse to allow that!"
". . .Jinsei?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, that's Issey. I don't need to revere him and call him by some other name. Jinsei is his real name."
"I see. Well, I personally think if you wanted to die and you provoked Inuyasha. . .you've got a shitty jinseikan[5], then."
Ang shook her head. "Imagine having an arranged marriage to a man you hated. And the only way out of it was death."
Megan sighed. "Y'know, arranged marriages aren't that uncommon around here. This is. . .what did you call it? The 'feudal age?' I thought those things were supposed to happen all the time."
"Does that make it any better?"
"Nope. But it certainly jades you."
The door opened. Biiru walked in, and sat down next to Megan, giving her a slight nod of the head. Megan sighed silently to herself. Ang nodded her head, not looking at him. "Kannushi[6]."
"Baka," he practically hissed at her. She raised an eyebrow, and turned her head enough to give him a look. "Baka," he repeated. "You nearly got yourself killed."
"Why does everyone say that Inuyasha nearly killed me?"
"Because he did."
Ang sighed. "Inuyasha is perfectly innocent. That only thing he did was be used as a tool for a plan that went astray."
"So ka[7]. . .is that so?" Ang nodded. Biiru leaned closer to her. "Look. Issey and Shi are practically signing the merger as we speak."
You know, right about now I should be looking for my hakaisou[8]. . .Ang almost growled at the man. "I don't want to hear that. I'll kill myself before I let myself get stuck with you for the rest of my life."
"Nesupa[9]? Well. . .you'd best get used to the idea. I don't want you to be too upset when it goes through and you're 'stuck with me.' Cause that would hurt."
He stood up, and left, leaving the two girls in the room. Megan finished the bandages, and then stood up, and left.
"Y'know," she said, pausing in the doorway, "he's a nice guy. You're really hurting him." She let the door close, and then walked off to find her perverted monk, who was doubtlessly thinking of ways to look up people's dresses.
Ang lowered her wrist, gently rubbing the fabric bandages. They were soft. Why doesn't anyone understand? I hate Biiru. He. . .he. . .oh, they don't know about that. And they never will. But the fact remains, I hate him. I would like nothing better than to rip out his heart and force-feed him it. . .
The door opened again. She looked up, startled. Inuyasha was standing in the doorframe, sword already in hand. He glared at her. "You wanna die, right?"
She stared at him, confused, and then nodded. "Hai."
He nodded. "Good. Get your daggers, and let's go."
She stood up, gesturing to her belt, and followed him. "Where are we going?"
"There's a youkai[10] a few miles away from here. I don't know if there's a Shikon shard there or not, and you're coming with me to find out."
"So that's my purpose in life! Thanks for making that clear, because I just really wasn't sure!"
". . ." He stared at her. ". . .Irrashai[11]. Now let's go!"
He sprinted off, running on his toes. She stared at him, feeling the wind blow past her. "Ano[12]. . ." she started running. "Matte[13]! I can't run that fast! Matte!"
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He sighed. "You'd think weak things like humans wouldn't be so stupid."
"You'd think a certain hanyou[14] would have realized by now that not all humans can run at a speed of a hundred miles per hour."
"Keh!"
He stopped, and she slid off his back. "So, where is this youkai?"
Abruptly, the top tree branches directly over their heads were gone. They both blinked, and tilted their heads slowly backwards. A large, green colored youkai with very pointy looking scythes for arms stared at them, rubbing a few trees off the end of his arm-scythe.
"Oh. I see."
". . .Think we should move?"
"Tabun[15]."
They both turned, and ran. The scythe landed preciously where they had been standing. "Where would we run?" Inuyasha glanced backwards. "Dodge left!" They both jumped off to the left, once again missing the scythe by inches.
"How should I know? You're the one who lives here!"
"I've been pinned to a tree for fifty years!"
"Well, what do you want me to do? Pull a map out of my pocket?"
"Yes! Dodge right!"
They dodged again, and kept running. They had already run almost half of the forest, in Angela's opinion. "Oh, for the love of-Inuyasha, guard my back!"
She stopped suddenly in the middle of the forest-the middle of the tree stumps-and pulled out each of her daggers. Inuyasha skidded to a stop, and turned around, drawing the Tetsusaiga. "What do you mean, guard your back? You think I can hold something fifty times my size alone?"
"You're the son of a taiyoukai[16]! Figure something out!" Inuyasha stared at the scythe arm as it swung down at him.
"Kuso[17]. . .well, I guess there's always a good time to start praying. . ." he muttered.
He raised the Tetsusaiga, and met the scythe halfway. The sheer force of the swing nearly knocked him backwards. His pure strength was the only thing that kept him standing. He smirked with a feral edge. "Heh! Meet that Tetsusaiga, scythe-boy!"
He glanced back at Ang. She was kneeling on the ground, in front of her daggers, blocking them from his sight. Keh. Shame she can't see. . . He frowned. What is she doing to those daggers, anyway?
". . .shi no kyoujin[18], kuro kyoujin[19]. . .lifeblood. . .shi no kyoujin, kuro no kyoujin. . ."
Inuyasha's ears perked slightly at that phrase. What is she doing? He didn't have the time to spare to look at her, since his energy was entirely placed in guarding her back. Since when have I been her bodyguard?
After several more minutes of stopping scythes and wondering if the Tetsusaiga could get dents, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder. "Inuyasha. . ."
"Nani?"
She thrust a dagger in front of his face. "Here. Throw it into his left eye."
He stared at the dagger. ". . .Since when have your daggers been black?"
"That dagger has been put under the lifeblood spell. Are you gonna use it or not?"
Inuyasha took it, and turned around, hurling it at the thing's eye in one fluid motion. "But you know, the stupid scythes are gonna block it. . ."
The dagger went quickly. After all, Inuyasha could throw it harder than she could. But, as he predicted, the thing brought its scythe up to block it. The dagger hit it-and kept going. Inuyasha face-vaulted.
"Na-nani?
Ang chuckled. "Lifeblood. . .the dagger is immune to physical barriers. . ."
Inuyasha stared at her, and then back at the creature, which was shrinking rapidly, as if it was a balloon. Being rapidly deflated.
"Demo. . .how did you cast it?"
"It's a simple spell."
He relaxed, and then chuckled slightly. "I was worried that you'd use a powerful spell or something in an effort to kill yourself or something. . ." He turned, and started walking towards the spot the demon was shrinking towards. "Anyway, how many shards-"
He stopped, and then turned around, sniffing. ". . .What's that?"
"What's what?"
"Don't act stupid." He walked back towards her, grabbing her wrists, and pulling them towards him. He glared at her. "Lifeblood. . .that spell, by any chance, wouldn't involve you cutting your wrists open to get blood, now, would it?"
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[1] - idiot
[2] - sorry
[3] - worry
[4] - Life
[5] - view of life
[6] - Priest
[7] - really
[8] - sinful priest, perfect for Miroku, ne?
[9] - really
[10] - demon
[11] - welcome
[12] - um
[13] - wait
[14] - half-demon
[15] - probably
[16] - great demon
[17] - shit
Both of these I'm unsure of, since I'm not good at Japanese, but I'm trying!
[18] - dagger of death
[19] - black dagger
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Today's Use: 39 ". . ."
Current Record: 73