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Falls On Me
Chapter Two: Over the Broken Wall
I school my face into unhurried friendliness as I enter the cafeteria for lunch. I spot Manten hiding in the corner, and I see him grin and wave frantically in my direction. I respond with a smile and a gesture for him to join me.
As I sit on one side of Sango, I spot Miroku heading for the vacant seat on the other side. Manten is also heading for this spot.
Miroku is smiling, unaware of his competition. Manten, noticing Miroku, gets a look akin to panic on his face and speeds up. This action gains the awareness of Miroku, who looks momentarily shocked. I chuckle to myself as Miroku's eyes narrow and he picks up the pace.
Both are within fifteen feet of Sango, who is eating, happily ignorant of what is going on around her. As she takes a bite of her sandwich, Manten takes a flying leap into the seat, just barely beating Miroku, who runs into him. As the collision takes place, Manten goes heavily into Sango, who now suddenly finds her sandwich against her forehead. Her mouth, still open for the bite she's not going to get, makes her look absolutely comical.
I double over and turn to hide my face as laughter overtakes me.
Sango is storming next to me, and I am loping along casually with my hands thrust in my pockets and whistling. She still has mustard on her forehead. When we reach the bathroom, she whirls towards the sink and glares at my reflection.
"I can't believe you did that!" she vents crazily. "Are you trying to make my life miserable?"
"Hey, don't blame me for your beauty, Sango-chan. Males just can't help themselves!" I make kissy-kissy faces at the mirror, and am rewarded with a face full of soap. Laughing, I start to scrub the soap off. "Sango, you should be flattered! Males are falling all over themselves to grovel at your feet!"
I most definitely don't envy her position, but I pout at her anyway.
She grumbles to herself softly in the mirror as she wipes the essence of sandwich off her forehead. "Don't know why they're not crawling after you, you're much prettier than I am...."
I roll my eyes at her. She is by far the prettier of us two, even more so at this moment because of the starving condition of my face. I don't argue, however, because I know that's not what she wants to hear. Mentally, I shrug. Sometimes, I envy her beauty, but at times like these I am grateful that she takes most of the attention.
I mean, like all people, I want to be beautiful. Sango is the very essence of beautiful, but I am merely pretty. The most appealing thing about Sango is that she's attractive without even trying, and sometimes I think I get jealous of her. When I get jealous, occasionally, I am overcome with an overwhelming need to cause her pain. I always manage to get over it before I do anything to her, however. My friendship is more important to me in the long run.
She towels off her face at the same time as me, and her good humor gets the best of her as she grins at me, finally seeing the hilarity of the situation. I wonder if she knows I get jealous of her, but I think she must. Even though she'll never say so out loud, she knows how she shines compared to me. She looks at me with frank admiration for a few moments, then murmurs quietly,
"What I wouldn't give to have your eyes, Kagome-chan."
I raise both my eyebrows slightly, not at the compliment, but at how it is given with the utmost sincerity. "My polar-ice-cap eyes? Do you know how long I've wished to have eyes like yours, the color of melted chocolate?"
The moment is lost as I tease her, and she stops looking at me with longing and quirks her mouth to the side in that way she does when she's annoyed but amused. "Melted chocolate? I beg to differ! My eyes more resemble compo- -"
She is interrupted suddenly when the bathroom door slams open. Kaede, an old woman in her early fifties with an eye patch, leans in with worry printed over her features. She whispers harshly at the two of us, as if afraid of being heard.
"We're under ambush! Youkai are swarming the broken wall!" she refers to the area that caved in.
Sango drops her towel, and I try to keep myself calm although I can't help but feel panic jolt uncomfortably through my limbs. I quickly exit the bathroom, and I hear Sango hurriedly run after me. I take on a business- like tone, but both of us can hear the quavering in it.
"Sango, go to your room and get your weapons. I'll find General Souta."
This has never happened before. How did the Youkai catch wind of our location? My mind quickly filters through everything that could have gone wrong as I jog towards Souta's quarters.
Suddenly, my mind clicks on something and holds there, like a broken record. The food truck.
"On account o' we'se got hold up by them Youkai 'thorities." Manten. Manten said that. Oh Kami.
"They bugged the food truck!" I whisper furiously to myself. Of course, why hadn't I thought of that before? It seems so obvious now, and I am torn between getting as quickly as I can to Souta and kicking myself.
Damn it! I hear footsteps around the corner, and they're too lightfooted and cautious to be any of the Rebels. I duck into the first door I find, and look around the room. It's a vacant room, as are most of the rooms near the offices. My mind ticks off that the office-area is now off limits, the Youkai have swarmed there already. As the footsteps get closer, I quietly duck into the closet. As I enter the hidden passageway, I hear the door to the room slam open.
My quickened but still silent barefoot footsteps carry me to the deeper catacombs of the old city. Since the Youkai have swarmed much of the base, I know that whatever humans are left will meet there. I can't see ahead of me, but my feet know where the steps are. Occasionally, I lose my balance as my foot encounters a part of the stair that is broken off, but I quickly regain it and keep on.
As I enter a dimly lit large room, all weapons are trained on me. As they see that it is I, the Rebels sigh in relief and lower their artillery. I seek out Sango and see her rushing towards me, along with Miroku. General Souta seems calmer at my presence, as this means that I can still continue with my future mission.
"Kagome. The Youkai are all over the base. They haven't found the underground passages yet," Sango whispers to me, her face wrought with worry. Unlike me, Sango cannot really hide her emotions. "And I didn't have enough time to get my weapons!"
Miroku catches up to her, and for once Sango doesn't seem to openly dislike his presence. "Our numbers are badly depleted, 'Gome-chan."
I could tell that much just by looking about the room. I nod at him to continue.
"Souta has been receiving messages lately, from other bases. The Youkai have been attacking supposedly secret bases, and there is much speculation on whether or not there is a traitor in our midst."
I think for only a split second; in my area of expertise, I have to be able to think and decide quickly. "What of the original Youkai-supporters?"
Miroku shakes his head, "We thought that too, but... they've been brutally killed. By the Youkai."
I just barely manage to gain control over myself before I smash my fist into a wall. My knuckles bleed from the contact, but I can hardly feel it as I groan hoarsely, "Fuck."
The room falls silent, and I look up to see that Souta has raised his hands for out attention. He talks loud, but not too loud. We can't risk the Youkai hearing and finding us.
"The plans we have been pursuing recently shall still be enacted. The spy Kagome will enter the household of the Youkai Sesshoumaru as his servant, and Sango and her team of assassins will continue forth with the plans to assassinate Naraku. Miroku, you are to be the servant to one of our Youkai allies, who will enter the household periodically. You will serve as a contact to Kagome.
"Half of us will move to the other base beneath this city, the larger one. It is deeper underground and has not been found. You will not be able to pack, and any clothing you need will be provided as best as possible once we reach there. The other half, who will be chosen according to their stealth, will stay here and try to salvage as much from the attack as possible. It might be that the Youkai will stick around, so be sure to make your errands quick and to the point.
"You are to gather only weapons, clothing, and food. Pictures and other sentimental items will be left behind. For tonight, we will sleep here. You may all retire, now.
"Kagome, Sango, Miroku, and all of Sango's team, please follow me." With that, Souta turned on his heel and walked briskly to an opening in the large cavern.
Upon following, we realized that it just opened into a smaller cavern. At closer inspection, Souta seemed visibly shaken by the attack. He turned to us wearily. Sango's team stood behind her, except for her brother Kohaku, who stood at her side. Kohaku seemed to have trouble not shedding tears.
He gestured to me, a far more tired movement of his hand than his usual elegance. "Kagome, we have already completed the paperwork necessary for you to enter Sesshoumaru's household, luckily, and all that we need to do is move you to the other base to properly prepare you. Miroku will accompany you. Miroku's 'master,' Shippou, will meet you there. I implore you not to make fun of his age, as his loyalty to us is important."
He then turned to Sango and her crew. "You six will stay here for as long as is necessary for you to scrounge together what you need for your mission, then you will make your way to the East and to Naraku's current household. There is a hanyou there, InuYasha, that will be your contact, as well as your 'in' to the Naraku's household. He will be visiting there, and all of you will be his entourage. He will give you further instructions when you meet him.
"You will also bring along Harper," he finished, his hand flickering towards a falcon perched at the far end of his makeshift office.
The falcon's purpose was to carry messages to the base of their progress. Harper was among the best, and from what I could see, only he and Tenor, a young female still in training, was salvaged from the attack.
Souta collapses into a chair behind a grimy and dusty desk that had been left down here in the case of such an emergency. "You may go," he mumbles absently.
I linger for a second longer than the rest, but Souta had turned his chair away from the door and was cradling his forehead in both his palms. I look at him for a moment, and his vulnerability makes an image sprout behind my eyes, of a younger Souta on his first trek to the grocery store. He had begged to accompany me, and my mother gave me that look and I knew I was being forced to have him tag along.
Stifling the ache in my eyes that foreshadows a bout of crying, I turn slowly and pad softly out of the cavern.
I rifle through the emergency rations and equipment in the catacombs, dusty with neglect. Sango is beside me, methodically searching through the weapons. Most of what I'll be needing is provided for me top side, such as clothing, but in order to make it there I'd need a few packs of the food.
I toss some hardtack into a backpack. Hardtack is a tasteless lump of extremely hard cracker-like substances. Utterly disgusting, but you do what you have to do.
"Shit. There aren't ANY blades in here. None. Zip. Zero," Sango growled, shoving a heavy auto-machine gun to the side of the alcove.
"Ah, that's right, you can't use the guns when you're undercover. Here." I handed her my dagger, and she slipped it up her sleeve with a flick of her wrist.
Setting a package of hardtack to her right to put into her backpack for later, she glances at me. "You won't be needing it?"
"I can get another one."
Souta strode out of his make-shift office, seemingly composed once more. His hands are clasped behind his back as he approaches Sango and I, and his jaw is set to match the hardness of his eyes. "I'm sending Kohaku and Meri- Meri up to scavenge. Anything in particular you need?"
Sango looked fleetingly alarmed at Kohaku going up into a swarming mass of Youkai, but pursed her lips instead of arguing. "Blades. Of any sort. And holsters for them."
I immediately thought 'Decent food, you moron,' but managed to stay silent as I shook my head.
"Right, then. Kagome, prepare to go through the North Tunnel with Miroku. As you reach top side, go to Shavasanah City. At the Southern outskirts will be Miroku's temporary 'master,' Shippou. He will brief you on your information target and take you to Lord Sesshoumaru's house as a 'present.'
Shippou is a guest at Sesshoumaru's house frequently. Harper will be with Miroku, so you can relay information to the base that way.
Sango, you will be bringing Tenor with you. You are to use her only in the case of an emergency, and no one outside of your immediate mission is to see her. When you have either assassinated Naraku or you've been discovered, send Tenor ahead of you and start back to the Base immediately. That's all. Oh, and Sango, you'll be leaving tomorrow. I'm sorry for the sudden change of plans, but we simply don't have the time to scrounge for what we need here; the passages are too easily found."
We both grimly nod our understanding and turn to each other with a sigh as Souta hurries off to talk to Miroku and Sango's team.
"I can't believe he's sending one of my team up there to get potentially wounded! What is he thinking?" she rants, panicked. She rubs her arms with her hands, looking worriedly around to discover that Kohaku had already gone.
I dumped some more hardtack into the pack for Miroku, knowing full well that he'd be too preoccupied to make his own. "Listen, I know he's your brother, but he's also one of the quietest, quickest people on the base. He's the best for the job, and he's terribly embarrassed when you're over- protective about him."
She stands jerkily, rubbing the dirt off of her knees with a few quick strokes. "I know. I know. But he's only fifteen; I can't help but worry about him." She picks up her pack, then mine as I stand and brush off my pants. "Anyway. I have to go get changed."
"Yeah, me too. Good luck, hey?" I relieve her of my pack as and clap my hand to her shoulder. "No getting killed, got it?"
She clapped her own palm to my shoulder, smiling into my eyes. "You got it."
And suddenly I am struck by the perfect symmetry of our stance, but it's lost as she drops her hand from my shoulder and walks off with a small wave. Pocketing my hands, I nod at her as my pack slides from my shoulder to my elbow uncomfortably.
An elbow suddenly appears from nowhere and rests on my shoulder. I look behind me to see none other than Miroku, looking after Sango with a semi- serious expression on his face. As his eyes focus on me, he lets his grimness fade and grins brightly. "Ready to go, lovely?"
"Yep. Packed you some hardtack."
"Disgusting."
"I know."
A cloud of dusts rises behind us, bidding us a solemn farewell.
A/N AAAAAAAACKK... I found this on my hard drive MONTHS after I originally started!! Anyhoo... uhm... hate to do this, but Kohaku dies SOBSOBSOB!!! I can't believe it myself... but I guess I'm sorta following some of the original story? Comment, please?
Falls On Me
Chapter Two: Over the Broken Wall
I school my face into unhurried friendliness as I enter the cafeteria for lunch. I spot Manten hiding in the corner, and I see him grin and wave frantically in my direction. I respond with a smile and a gesture for him to join me.
As I sit on one side of Sango, I spot Miroku heading for the vacant seat on the other side. Manten is also heading for this spot.
Miroku is smiling, unaware of his competition. Manten, noticing Miroku, gets a look akin to panic on his face and speeds up. This action gains the awareness of Miroku, who looks momentarily shocked. I chuckle to myself as Miroku's eyes narrow and he picks up the pace.
Both are within fifteen feet of Sango, who is eating, happily ignorant of what is going on around her. As she takes a bite of her sandwich, Manten takes a flying leap into the seat, just barely beating Miroku, who runs into him. As the collision takes place, Manten goes heavily into Sango, who now suddenly finds her sandwich against her forehead. Her mouth, still open for the bite she's not going to get, makes her look absolutely comical.
I double over and turn to hide my face as laughter overtakes me.
Sango is storming next to me, and I am loping along casually with my hands thrust in my pockets and whistling. She still has mustard on her forehead. When we reach the bathroom, she whirls towards the sink and glares at my reflection.
"I can't believe you did that!" she vents crazily. "Are you trying to make my life miserable?"
"Hey, don't blame me for your beauty, Sango-chan. Males just can't help themselves!" I make kissy-kissy faces at the mirror, and am rewarded with a face full of soap. Laughing, I start to scrub the soap off. "Sango, you should be flattered! Males are falling all over themselves to grovel at your feet!"
I most definitely don't envy her position, but I pout at her anyway.
She grumbles to herself softly in the mirror as she wipes the essence of sandwich off her forehead. "Don't know why they're not crawling after you, you're much prettier than I am...."
I roll my eyes at her. She is by far the prettier of us two, even more so at this moment because of the starving condition of my face. I don't argue, however, because I know that's not what she wants to hear. Mentally, I shrug. Sometimes, I envy her beauty, but at times like these I am grateful that she takes most of the attention.
I mean, like all people, I want to be beautiful. Sango is the very essence of beautiful, but I am merely pretty. The most appealing thing about Sango is that she's attractive without even trying, and sometimes I think I get jealous of her. When I get jealous, occasionally, I am overcome with an overwhelming need to cause her pain. I always manage to get over it before I do anything to her, however. My friendship is more important to me in the long run.
She towels off her face at the same time as me, and her good humor gets the best of her as she grins at me, finally seeing the hilarity of the situation. I wonder if she knows I get jealous of her, but I think she must. Even though she'll never say so out loud, she knows how she shines compared to me. She looks at me with frank admiration for a few moments, then murmurs quietly,
"What I wouldn't give to have your eyes, Kagome-chan."
I raise both my eyebrows slightly, not at the compliment, but at how it is given with the utmost sincerity. "My polar-ice-cap eyes? Do you know how long I've wished to have eyes like yours, the color of melted chocolate?"
The moment is lost as I tease her, and she stops looking at me with longing and quirks her mouth to the side in that way she does when she's annoyed but amused. "Melted chocolate? I beg to differ! My eyes more resemble compo- -"
She is interrupted suddenly when the bathroom door slams open. Kaede, an old woman in her early fifties with an eye patch, leans in with worry printed over her features. She whispers harshly at the two of us, as if afraid of being heard.
"We're under ambush! Youkai are swarming the broken wall!" she refers to the area that caved in.
Sango drops her towel, and I try to keep myself calm although I can't help but feel panic jolt uncomfortably through my limbs. I quickly exit the bathroom, and I hear Sango hurriedly run after me. I take on a business- like tone, but both of us can hear the quavering in it.
"Sango, go to your room and get your weapons. I'll find General Souta."
This has never happened before. How did the Youkai catch wind of our location? My mind quickly filters through everything that could have gone wrong as I jog towards Souta's quarters.
Suddenly, my mind clicks on something and holds there, like a broken record. The food truck.
"On account o' we'se got hold up by them Youkai 'thorities." Manten. Manten said that. Oh Kami.
"They bugged the food truck!" I whisper furiously to myself. Of course, why hadn't I thought of that before? It seems so obvious now, and I am torn between getting as quickly as I can to Souta and kicking myself.
Damn it! I hear footsteps around the corner, and they're too lightfooted and cautious to be any of the Rebels. I duck into the first door I find, and look around the room. It's a vacant room, as are most of the rooms near the offices. My mind ticks off that the office-area is now off limits, the Youkai have swarmed there already. As the footsteps get closer, I quietly duck into the closet. As I enter the hidden passageway, I hear the door to the room slam open.
My quickened but still silent barefoot footsteps carry me to the deeper catacombs of the old city. Since the Youkai have swarmed much of the base, I know that whatever humans are left will meet there. I can't see ahead of me, but my feet know where the steps are. Occasionally, I lose my balance as my foot encounters a part of the stair that is broken off, but I quickly regain it and keep on.
As I enter a dimly lit large room, all weapons are trained on me. As they see that it is I, the Rebels sigh in relief and lower their artillery. I seek out Sango and see her rushing towards me, along with Miroku. General Souta seems calmer at my presence, as this means that I can still continue with my future mission.
"Kagome. The Youkai are all over the base. They haven't found the underground passages yet," Sango whispers to me, her face wrought with worry. Unlike me, Sango cannot really hide her emotions. "And I didn't have enough time to get my weapons!"
Miroku catches up to her, and for once Sango doesn't seem to openly dislike his presence. "Our numbers are badly depleted, 'Gome-chan."
I could tell that much just by looking about the room. I nod at him to continue.
"Souta has been receiving messages lately, from other bases. The Youkai have been attacking supposedly secret bases, and there is much speculation on whether or not there is a traitor in our midst."
I think for only a split second; in my area of expertise, I have to be able to think and decide quickly. "What of the original Youkai-supporters?"
Miroku shakes his head, "We thought that too, but... they've been brutally killed. By the Youkai."
I just barely manage to gain control over myself before I smash my fist into a wall. My knuckles bleed from the contact, but I can hardly feel it as I groan hoarsely, "Fuck."
The room falls silent, and I look up to see that Souta has raised his hands for out attention. He talks loud, but not too loud. We can't risk the Youkai hearing and finding us.
"The plans we have been pursuing recently shall still be enacted. The spy Kagome will enter the household of the Youkai Sesshoumaru as his servant, and Sango and her team of assassins will continue forth with the plans to assassinate Naraku. Miroku, you are to be the servant to one of our Youkai allies, who will enter the household periodically. You will serve as a contact to Kagome.
"Half of us will move to the other base beneath this city, the larger one. It is deeper underground and has not been found. You will not be able to pack, and any clothing you need will be provided as best as possible once we reach there. The other half, who will be chosen according to their stealth, will stay here and try to salvage as much from the attack as possible. It might be that the Youkai will stick around, so be sure to make your errands quick and to the point.
"You are to gather only weapons, clothing, and food. Pictures and other sentimental items will be left behind. For tonight, we will sleep here. You may all retire, now.
"Kagome, Sango, Miroku, and all of Sango's team, please follow me." With that, Souta turned on his heel and walked briskly to an opening in the large cavern.
Upon following, we realized that it just opened into a smaller cavern. At closer inspection, Souta seemed visibly shaken by the attack. He turned to us wearily. Sango's team stood behind her, except for her brother Kohaku, who stood at her side. Kohaku seemed to have trouble not shedding tears.
He gestured to me, a far more tired movement of his hand than his usual elegance. "Kagome, we have already completed the paperwork necessary for you to enter Sesshoumaru's household, luckily, and all that we need to do is move you to the other base to properly prepare you. Miroku will accompany you. Miroku's 'master,' Shippou, will meet you there. I implore you not to make fun of his age, as his loyalty to us is important."
He then turned to Sango and her crew. "You six will stay here for as long as is necessary for you to scrounge together what you need for your mission, then you will make your way to the East and to Naraku's current household. There is a hanyou there, InuYasha, that will be your contact, as well as your 'in' to the Naraku's household. He will be visiting there, and all of you will be his entourage. He will give you further instructions when you meet him.
"You will also bring along Harper," he finished, his hand flickering towards a falcon perched at the far end of his makeshift office.
The falcon's purpose was to carry messages to the base of their progress. Harper was among the best, and from what I could see, only he and Tenor, a young female still in training, was salvaged from the attack.
Souta collapses into a chair behind a grimy and dusty desk that had been left down here in the case of such an emergency. "You may go," he mumbles absently.
I linger for a second longer than the rest, but Souta had turned his chair away from the door and was cradling his forehead in both his palms. I look at him for a moment, and his vulnerability makes an image sprout behind my eyes, of a younger Souta on his first trek to the grocery store. He had begged to accompany me, and my mother gave me that look and I knew I was being forced to have him tag along.
Stifling the ache in my eyes that foreshadows a bout of crying, I turn slowly and pad softly out of the cavern.
I rifle through the emergency rations and equipment in the catacombs, dusty with neglect. Sango is beside me, methodically searching through the weapons. Most of what I'll be needing is provided for me top side, such as clothing, but in order to make it there I'd need a few packs of the food.
I toss some hardtack into a backpack. Hardtack is a tasteless lump of extremely hard cracker-like substances. Utterly disgusting, but you do what you have to do.
"Shit. There aren't ANY blades in here. None. Zip. Zero," Sango growled, shoving a heavy auto-machine gun to the side of the alcove.
"Ah, that's right, you can't use the guns when you're undercover. Here." I handed her my dagger, and she slipped it up her sleeve with a flick of her wrist.
Setting a package of hardtack to her right to put into her backpack for later, she glances at me. "You won't be needing it?"
"I can get another one."
Souta strode out of his make-shift office, seemingly composed once more. His hands are clasped behind his back as he approaches Sango and I, and his jaw is set to match the hardness of his eyes. "I'm sending Kohaku and Meri- Meri up to scavenge. Anything in particular you need?"
Sango looked fleetingly alarmed at Kohaku going up into a swarming mass of Youkai, but pursed her lips instead of arguing. "Blades. Of any sort. And holsters for them."
I immediately thought 'Decent food, you moron,' but managed to stay silent as I shook my head.
"Right, then. Kagome, prepare to go through the North Tunnel with Miroku. As you reach top side, go to Shavasanah City. At the Southern outskirts will be Miroku's temporary 'master,' Shippou. He will brief you on your information target and take you to Lord Sesshoumaru's house as a 'present.'
Shippou is a guest at Sesshoumaru's house frequently. Harper will be with Miroku, so you can relay information to the base that way.
Sango, you will be bringing Tenor with you. You are to use her only in the case of an emergency, and no one outside of your immediate mission is to see her. When you have either assassinated Naraku or you've been discovered, send Tenor ahead of you and start back to the Base immediately. That's all. Oh, and Sango, you'll be leaving tomorrow. I'm sorry for the sudden change of plans, but we simply don't have the time to scrounge for what we need here; the passages are too easily found."
We both grimly nod our understanding and turn to each other with a sigh as Souta hurries off to talk to Miroku and Sango's team.
"I can't believe he's sending one of my team up there to get potentially wounded! What is he thinking?" she rants, panicked. She rubs her arms with her hands, looking worriedly around to discover that Kohaku had already gone.
I dumped some more hardtack into the pack for Miroku, knowing full well that he'd be too preoccupied to make his own. "Listen, I know he's your brother, but he's also one of the quietest, quickest people on the base. He's the best for the job, and he's terribly embarrassed when you're over- protective about him."
She stands jerkily, rubbing the dirt off of her knees with a few quick strokes. "I know. I know. But he's only fifteen; I can't help but worry about him." She picks up her pack, then mine as I stand and brush off my pants. "Anyway. I have to go get changed."
"Yeah, me too. Good luck, hey?" I relieve her of my pack as and clap my hand to her shoulder. "No getting killed, got it?"
She clapped her own palm to my shoulder, smiling into my eyes. "You got it."
And suddenly I am struck by the perfect symmetry of our stance, but it's lost as she drops her hand from my shoulder and walks off with a small wave. Pocketing my hands, I nod at her as my pack slides from my shoulder to my elbow uncomfortably.
An elbow suddenly appears from nowhere and rests on my shoulder. I look behind me to see none other than Miroku, looking after Sango with a semi- serious expression on his face. As his eyes focus on me, he lets his grimness fade and grins brightly. "Ready to go, lovely?"
"Yep. Packed you some hardtack."
"Disgusting."
"I know."
A cloud of dusts rises behind us, bidding us a solemn farewell.
A/N AAAAAAAACKK... I found this on my hard drive MONTHS after I originally started!! Anyhoo... uhm... hate to do this, but Kohaku dies SOBSOBSOB!!! I can't believe it myself... but I guess I'm sorta following some of the original story? Comment, please?