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the dream sequence ()
Realizations
"We should head back... it's probably going to start raining harder in a while. I can barely see as it is." Said Inu-Yasha looking out the door of the shrine.
With only the light of a candle by their side, both of them had grown quite tired. And it was useless to continue if they weren't even concentrating on what they were doing. Kagome gave deep sigh setting down the book in her hands and nodded.
"You're right. We should probably head back. They might be worried about us and, to tell you the truth I'm a little concerned about them as well." She said
Inu-Yasha looked back at her, watching the light of the candle flicker against her face full of concern. His fists clenched when it became clear that there was nothing he could do for her, or anyone.
"Let's go then." He said turning back.
Kagome got up stretching her cramped legs for a second.
"What the fu--?!"
Inu-Yasha's voice made her turn suddenly seeing his face looming in quickly to hers and then drop out of her line of sight to fall upon her chest and push her back.
"Ite!" she called as they both hit the floor
The pain on her backside however wasn't what worried her at this moment.
His whole body twitching slightly he commanded himself to get off her. Or at least move him face. He couldn't breath very well and the blood rushing to his face wasn't helping. The horrible thing about it was... he was very comfortable. Kagome looked down, her eyes wide.
"Eechi!!" she shrieked trying to scramble away from under him
Inu-Yasha finally recovered from the fall scuttling away red in the face "Why'd ya get in the way for dammit!?"
He realized as always a second too late he had made a big mistake watching Kagome swell up glaring daggers at him "Osuwari!!!"
His face slammed down on the same loose board that had made him fall onto Kagome lifting up the opposite end of the wooden floorboard. Kagome actually had to dodge out of the way as it flew right at her.
Finally once the dust settled Inu-Yasha managed to lift himself from the splintery crater his face had created. He was just about to jump up and give Kagome a piece of his mind when her high shrill made him stop.
"Inu-Yasha! Look!"
There was something under the wooden floor.
Someone was crying. She could hear them, a high voice, like a child's. She turned and saw nothing but darkness. The child kept crying though, and he was breaking her heart. She moved towards the sound of his voice. A familiar field with white flowers blossoming became enlightened suddenly. A few yards away from where she stood there were two children. The small pink kimono with a purple apron gave her away. It was herself. She looked around six. Beside her was a boy, Shinosuke?
The boy was looking out to the sky intently watching the clouds overhead, Sango's smaller self was busy picking flowers. Neither said anything and it seemed like none of them was crying. Yet she could still hear the very faint eco of the child's cry, though almost imperceptible it was there. However the children in front of her were simply sitting in silence. Everything was still and only as the boy turned his head down did Sango's eyes widened suddenly.
Miroku? She would recognize him anywhere. It wasn't as if he had grown much out of the boyish face anyway. It was part of his charm. She couldn't help but smile, seeing him looking this small and innocent was simply too much tenderness for her.
Miroku turned to look at the small Sango picking flowers and watched her curiously before deciding to speak.
"So what about you?" he asked.
The small girl looked up to him. She then looked back at the flowers in her hand and spread them out onto her lap.
"Kaa-san died." She said neutrally still sorting out her flowers "Tou- san is going to die because of Kohaku."
"Who's Kohaku?" interrupted Miroku
"He's my brother." Said Sango selecting a large pretty flower from the bunch "He won't know who I am because he'll be possessed. I think he's gonna try to kill me too."
Sango watched from a few feet away not believed what her younger self was saying, better yet, how she was saying it. The faint cry in the back round went up a pitch sounding like a small girl's.
"I'll be sad..." she finished
Miroku looked over to her moving his mouth curiously from one side to the other.
"And you?" asked the small girl innocently finally looking up to face him.
He raised his small eyes brows. "Me? Oh, well... I never met kaa-san. Tou-san told me she gave me her life, I think..." he said gazing back at the sky
"Tou-san is gonna die because of a curse in his hand. And when he does, I'll be left with it." He said looking down at his right hand "See?"
He showed Sango his small out stretched hand. It was perfectly normal with no hole or armguard. Sango and her younger self watched, the small hand with curiosity and Sango from a few feet back clapped a hand over her mouth when a deep puncture appeared in the middle. She watched it grow gleaming red along the outline in a gesture that seemed to be burning away the skin. The cry in the back round deepened back to the boy's voice.
Miroku and her younger self however seemed not at all appalled by this as they both watched the kazaana grow in the boy's hand. Little Sango looked up to him
"Does it hurt?" she asked quietly
Miroku still gazing down at his hand nodded. "A lot. Almost everyday. And it's gonna kill me someday."
The small girl leaned over to get a better look at him forgetting about the flowers in her lap. "Are you scared?"
The boy nodded again "A lot."
"Me too..."
He looked at her tilting his head in surprise "Why?"
"I don't want you to die."
"But I have to."
"Why?"
Miroku shrugged. Sango looked at him suddenly pouting "But if you go I'll be all alone."
The small boy looked at her angry face for a minute then looked up at the sky placing his scarred hand over his chin apparently deep in thought. "I don't wanna go either... it's pretty here and you're nice."
Sango's pout was reduced to her mouth, as she pressed it together slightly before looking back at the boy. "You're nice too. But I'd get really mad at you if you left me here all alone like Tou-san and Kohaku. And everyone else."
Sango still watching from a few feet away finally saw the girl have some shred of negative emotion as tears filled her big eyes. Miroku looked down at her curiously.
"Don't cry."
She couldn't help it. She watched as her younger self spilled out her tears and unwillingly she did as well. What surprised her though was when Miroku stretched his right arm to her cheek. He stopped however inches from her face looking to his kazaana. With a guilty face he retracted his arm quickly and placed it behind his back.
"Sorry." He murmured
The little girl looked up to him sadly and somewhat disappointed. Miroku looked down with guilty eyes to the ground.
"Why won't you touch me?" said her small self angrily
Miroku still with his right hand behind his back didn't have the courage to look up even as the girl lifted herself up angrily from the grass spilling all her flowers.
"I'll break you..." he said finally
This surprised Sango and her younger self alike.
"I guess I better go ne? Before I do something that'll hurt you..." he said also getting up and walking away in the opposite direction.
Sango watched the children, shocked. Luckily for her, her younger self recovered much faster than she did. The little girl ran up angrily to him and promptly kicked him in the shin.
"Ow!" Miroku bent over clutching his injured leg "What did you do that for?" he demanded
The small girl looked up to him scowling. Even at this age he was somewhat taller than she was. "I don't care if I break..."
Miroku looked down uncertainly at her still clutching his leg.
"As long as it's you who holds the pieces." She and her younger self finished in unison.
There was no doubt about it, she was this little girl. This was her life but without the excuses and complications of grown ups. Simple and strait forward.
Miroku shook his head. For a second Sango thought he was going to do something stupid like try and leave again, but to her surprise he put his small arms around her and pulled her into a hug. What shocked her was the sensation of strong arms do the same to her. Before she had a chance to look up to see who it was, dark robes where pushed against her as his arms held her tightly.
His scent. A midnight breeze carrying the smell of a deep forest. She managed to lift her chin over his shoulder arching her neck to reach. It was dark again. They were no longer in the field, but in a dark room that felt melancholic. Shapes appeared behind him. Blurry human shapes, the first one cleared out against the darkness as it moved away. Her mother looked over to her smiling sadly lifting a hand and sending her a kiss before she was swallowed by the darkness.
"Okaa-san..." Sango whispered at nothing
Her father followed closely behind not looking up to Sango with a look of guilt on his face. From behind Miroku, Sango out stretched her arm pleading her father to return. Once he disappeared the final shape cleared and began retreating as well.
"Kohaku!" she called out feeling Miroku tighten his grip on her
Her brother looked back at her just as sad as she felt before darkness covered him as well. She was glad she was being held in an embrace as she clutched his robes tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. A glimmer of light made her look up and find another blurry figure.
Her eyes widened as he cleared out. Miroku? But he was. She pushed herself out of the embrace of the man that was holding her to find Shinosuke staring down sadly and longingly at her. She shook her head turning back to Miroku. His Shakujo dropped to the floor as he clutched his right hand. She watched as he was slowly fading into the dark and ran past Shinosuke. No. HE couldn't leave her.
Miroku looked up to her, his face twisted in pain. His eyes saddened as he watched her running up to him. He stretched out his left hand as if trying to reach her as well, but it was covered in blood, a vertical slash down his entire palm. Sango's stomach jumped in fear. She ran harder, but he only seemed to get further away.
No, she wouldn't loose him. Not him, no! she watched as wisps of black air began to whirl around him coming from his right hand, meanwhile his left hand didn't seem to stop bleeding.
"You promised!" she called out to him
"Sango!" He called desperately to her
"Iya!" she took in a sharp breath of air as her eyes burst open.
She looked around the dark room blinking constantly to try and wake herself up completely. Small white dots where flashing in front of her eyes. Leaning on her hand she sat up over her futon taking a trembling hand to her agitated chest. A horrible sinking feeling came to her as she remembered the dream. An awful feeling of emptiness and fear.
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes vigorously. It was just a dream. A nightmare. She had had nightmares before. They weren't real. Repeating this constantly she waited until her breathing evened out, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of fear in her stomach.
She looked around the room. It was still dark. And... she looked surprised at the empty futon beside her. Kagome was still not back? Another feeling of worry came to her, luckily it didn't last too long because 3 seconds later the door slid open. Sango held her guard and relaxed when she made out the familiar silhouette of her friend.
"Kagome-chan?" Sango asked, her eyes barely adjusting to the light.
"Sango..." she answered somewhat breathlessly.
Getting a better look at her friend she noticed Kagome was soaked from head to toe. Making her kimono cling to her skin and her hair fall down in clumps, still dripping with rain water.
"What happened? Where's Inu-Yasha? Are you ok?"
Kagome entered the room waving her hand nodding a bit frustrated as she managed to get her breath back.
"We... found it!" she answered finally.
Sango looked up to her friend perplexed as she slipped on her kimono tying it loosely with a waistband. After today Sango knew why she didn't wear obi's too often.
"Found it?" Sango asked again
Kagome nodded waving around a piece of paper "There were... more scripts under the old floor... It was... mostly flooded but... we found the way to save him!" she said excitedly
Sango looked at the piece of paper in her friend's hand, searching absentmindedly for her hair tie.
"Save Shinosuke?" asked Sango trying to follow her friend.
Kagome shook her head. "Miroku already knew how to do that... we found a way to do the procedure so that he could get saved as well!" she said excitedly.
Sango's brow furrowed halfway through the process of tying her hair. "But he alre..." she was about to speak when it hit her. Kagome and Inu- Yasha had just come back with this information? But Inu-Yasha had been there when Miroku had...
Kagome looked up at Sango watching her eyes widen and her face pale, she was just about to ask if she was all right before suddenly Sango grabbed the paper in Kagome's hand and rushed out the door.
"Sango-chan?" called Kagome to her back
Sango ran down the hallway to Inu-Yasha's room to find him staring at two empty futons. He turned to look at her.
"The bouzu did it anyway didn't he?" asked Inu-Yasha
She didn't stay to reply, but rushed back to Shinosuke's room throwing the door open. He was still sleeping peacefully over his futon with nobody else in the room.
"Sango-chan?!" she heard Kagome yell as she rushed down the hall.
She didn't care. Inu-Yasha stepped out of the room and she dodged just in time to throw him off balance.
"Oi! Watch it!" he called.
She heard nothing running down the halls, and hopping off the porch. Not looking back after passing the doors of the inn.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, lifting the kimono up to her thighs so that it didn't get in the way. Through the rain and mud, she heard soft thunder over head and saw an occasional explosion of light in the sky. She had a pretty good idea of where to look but it was so far away,
That Stupid monk! How could he do something like this? He had looked her in the face and lied! Why? What for? Her lungs burned and her legs were starting to ache, she paid no heed to either of them. The rain came down over her hair and clothes, this would probably ruin her kimono.
Yet thoughts as insignificant didn't stop her from running down the streets, barefoot to say the least. She had never been this angry at him. The groping, going off to flirt with other girls, giving her mixed signals to everything she did, none of that compared to the anger and frustration that she was feeling now.
"Ahou." she hissed
Feeling a burning sensation in her palm as she clenched it too tightly, she ran through the bitter night rain, droplets of cool liquid mingling with her tears of anger.
¬¬ for those of you who care, 'Ahou' means idiot, it's a little more severe than just baka so. needles to say... she's pissedSorry for the ridiculously looong dream sequence that didn't make much sense, and don't ask why I put it in there because. I have no clue, it just came to me in a dream! Ja! (public throws fruits at the horrible pun) ¬¬ is it really a pun? Does it qualify as one? ¬¬ does anyone care? --'
Realizations
"We should head back... it's probably going to start raining harder in a while. I can barely see as it is." Said Inu-Yasha looking out the door of the shrine.
With only the light of a candle by their side, both of them had grown quite tired. And it was useless to continue if they weren't even concentrating on what they were doing. Kagome gave deep sigh setting down the book in her hands and nodded.
"You're right. We should probably head back. They might be worried about us and, to tell you the truth I'm a little concerned about them as well." She said
Inu-Yasha looked back at her, watching the light of the candle flicker against her face full of concern. His fists clenched when it became clear that there was nothing he could do for her, or anyone.
"Let's go then." He said turning back.
Kagome got up stretching her cramped legs for a second.
"What the fu--?!"
Inu-Yasha's voice made her turn suddenly seeing his face looming in quickly to hers and then drop out of her line of sight to fall upon her chest and push her back.
"Ite!" she called as they both hit the floor
The pain on her backside however wasn't what worried her at this moment.
His whole body twitching slightly he commanded himself to get off her. Or at least move him face. He couldn't breath very well and the blood rushing to his face wasn't helping. The horrible thing about it was... he was very comfortable. Kagome looked down, her eyes wide.
"Eechi!!" she shrieked trying to scramble away from under him
Inu-Yasha finally recovered from the fall scuttling away red in the face "Why'd ya get in the way for dammit!?"
He realized as always a second too late he had made a big mistake watching Kagome swell up glaring daggers at him "Osuwari!!!"
His face slammed down on the same loose board that had made him fall onto Kagome lifting up the opposite end of the wooden floorboard. Kagome actually had to dodge out of the way as it flew right at her.
Finally once the dust settled Inu-Yasha managed to lift himself from the splintery crater his face had created. He was just about to jump up and give Kagome a piece of his mind when her high shrill made him stop.
"Inu-Yasha! Look!"
There was something under the wooden floor.
Someone was crying. She could hear them, a high voice, like a child's. She turned and saw nothing but darkness. The child kept crying though, and he was breaking her heart. She moved towards the sound of his voice. A familiar field with white flowers blossoming became enlightened suddenly. A few yards away from where she stood there were two children. The small pink kimono with a purple apron gave her away. It was herself. She looked around six. Beside her was a boy, Shinosuke?
The boy was looking out to the sky intently watching the clouds overhead, Sango's smaller self was busy picking flowers. Neither said anything and it seemed like none of them was crying. Yet she could still hear the very faint eco of the child's cry, though almost imperceptible it was there. However the children in front of her were simply sitting in silence. Everything was still and only as the boy turned his head down did Sango's eyes widened suddenly.
Miroku? She would recognize him anywhere. It wasn't as if he had grown much out of the boyish face anyway. It was part of his charm. She couldn't help but smile, seeing him looking this small and innocent was simply too much tenderness for her.
Miroku turned to look at the small Sango picking flowers and watched her curiously before deciding to speak.
"So what about you?" he asked.
The small girl looked up to him. She then looked back at the flowers in her hand and spread them out onto her lap.
"Kaa-san died." She said neutrally still sorting out her flowers "Tou- san is going to die because of Kohaku."
"Who's Kohaku?" interrupted Miroku
"He's my brother." Said Sango selecting a large pretty flower from the bunch "He won't know who I am because he'll be possessed. I think he's gonna try to kill me too."
Sango watched from a few feet away not believed what her younger self was saying, better yet, how she was saying it. The faint cry in the back round went up a pitch sounding like a small girl's.
"I'll be sad..." she finished
Miroku looked over to her moving his mouth curiously from one side to the other.
"And you?" asked the small girl innocently finally looking up to face him.
He raised his small eyes brows. "Me? Oh, well... I never met kaa-san. Tou-san told me she gave me her life, I think..." he said gazing back at the sky
"Tou-san is gonna die because of a curse in his hand. And when he does, I'll be left with it." He said looking down at his right hand "See?"
He showed Sango his small out stretched hand. It was perfectly normal with no hole or armguard. Sango and her younger self watched, the small hand with curiosity and Sango from a few feet back clapped a hand over her mouth when a deep puncture appeared in the middle. She watched it grow gleaming red along the outline in a gesture that seemed to be burning away the skin. The cry in the back round deepened back to the boy's voice.
Miroku and her younger self however seemed not at all appalled by this as they both watched the kazaana grow in the boy's hand. Little Sango looked up to him
"Does it hurt?" she asked quietly
Miroku still gazing down at his hand nodded. "A lot. Almost everyday. And it's gonna kill me someday."
The small girl leaned over to get a better look at him forgetting about the flowers in her lap. "Are you scared?"
The boy nodded again "A lot."
"Me too..."
He looked at her tilting his head in surprise "Why?"
"I don't want you to die."
"But I have to."
"Why?"
Miroku shrugged. Sango looked at him suddenly pouting "But if you go I'll be all alone."
The small boy looked at her angry face for a minute then looked up at the sky placing his scarred hand over his chin apparently deep in thought. "I don't wanna go either... it's pretty here and you're nice."
Sango's pout was reduced to her mouth, as she pressed it together slightly before looking back at the boy. "You're nice too. But I'd get really mad at you if you left me here all alone like Tou-san and Kohaku. And everyone else."
Sango still watching from a few feet away finally saw the girl have some shred of negative emotion as tears filled her big eyes. Miroku looked down at her curiously.
"Don't cry."
She couldn't help it. She watched as her younger self spilled out her tears and unwillingly she did as well. What surprised her though was when Miroku stretched his right arm to her cheek. He stopped however inches from her face looking to his kazaana. With a guilty face he retracted his arm quickly and placed it behind his back.
"Sorry." He murmured
The little girl looked up to him sadly and somewhat disappointed. Miroku looked down with guilty eyes to the ground.
"Why won't you touch me?" said her small self angrily
Miroku still with his right hand behind his back didn't have the courage to look up even as the girl lifted herself up angrily from the grass spilling all her flowers.
"I'll break you..." he said finally
This surprised Sango and her younger self alike.
"I guess I better go ne? Before I do something that'll hurt you..." he said also getting up and walking away in the opposite direction.
Sango watched the children, shocked. Luckily for her, her younger self recovered much faster than she did. The little girl ran up angrily to him and promptly kicked him in the shin.
"Ow!" Miroku bent over clutching his injured leg "What did you do that for?" he demanded
The small girl looked up to him scowling. Even at this age he was somewhat taller than she was. "I don't care if I break..."
Miroku looked down uncertainly at her still clutching his leg.
"As long as it's you who holds the pieces." She and her younger self finished in unison.
There was no doubt about it, she was this little girl. This was her life but without the excuses and complications of grown ups. Simple and strait forward.
Miroku shook his head. For a second Sango thought he was going to do something stupid like try and leave again, but to her surprise he put his small arms around her and pulled her into a hug. What shocked her was the sensation of strong arms do the same to her. Before she had a chance to look up to see who it was, dark robes where pushed against her as his arms held her tightly.
His scent. A midnight breeze carrying the smell of a deep forest. She managed to lift her chin over his shoulder arching her neck to reach. It was dark again. They were no longer in the field, but in a dark room that felt melancholic. Shapes appeared behind him. Blurry human shapes, the first one cleared out against the darkness as it moved away. Her mother looked over to her smiling sadly lifting a hand and sending her a kiss before she was swallowed by the darkness.
"Okaa-san..." Sango whispered at nothing
Her father followed closely behind not looking up to Sango with a look of guilt on his face. From behind Miroku, Sango out stretched her arm pleading her father to return. Once he disappeared the final shape cleared and began retreating as well.
"Kohaku!" she called out feeling Miroku tighten his grip on her
Her brother looked back at her just as sad as she felt before darkness covered him as well. She was glad she was being held in an embrace as she clutched his robes tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. A glimmer of light made her look up and find another blurry figure.
Her eyes widened as he cleared out. Miroku? But he was. She pushed herself out of the embrace of the man that was holding her to find Shinosuke staring down sadly and longingly at her. She shook her head turning back to Miroku. His Shakujo dropped to the floor as he clutched his right hand. She watched as he was slowly fading into the dark and ran past Shinosuke. No. HE couldn't leave her.
Miroku looked up to her, his face twisted in pain. His eyes saddened as he watched her running up to him. He stretched out his left hand as if trying to reach her as well, but it was covered in blood, a vertical slash down his entire palm. Sango's stomach jumped in fear. She ran harder, but he only seemed to get further away.
No, she wouldn't loose him. Not him, no! she watched as wisps of black air began to whirl around him coming from his right hand, meanwhile his left hand didn't seem to stop bleeding.
"You promised!" she called out to him
"Sango!" He called desperately to her
"Iya!" she took in a sharp breath of air as her eyes burst open.
She looked around the dark room blinking constantly to try and wake herself up completely. Small white dots where flashing in front of her eyes. Leaning on her hand she sat up over her futon taking a trembling hand to her agitated chest. A horrible sinking feeling came to her as she remembered the dream. An awful feeling of emptiness and fear.
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes vigorously. It was just a dream. A nightmare. She had had nightmares before. They weren't real. Repeating this constantly she waited until her breathing evened out, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of fear in her stomach.
She looked around the room. It was still dark. And... she looked surprised at the empty futon beside her. Kagome was still not back? Another feeling of worry came to her, luckily it didn't last too long because 3 seconds later the door slid open. Sango held her guard and relaxed when she made out the familiar silhouette of her friend.
"Kagome-chan?" Sango asked, her eyes barely adjusting to the light.
"Sango..." she answered somewhat breathlessly.
Getting a better look at her friend she noticed Kagome was soaked from head to toe. Making her kimono cling to her skin and her hair fall down in clumps, still dripping with rain water.
"What happened? Where's Inu-Yasha? Are you ok?"
Kagome entered the room waving her hand nodding a bit frustrated as she managed to get her breath back.
"We... found it!" she answered finally.
Sango looked up to her friend perplexed as she slipped on her kimono tying it loosely with a waistband. After today Sango knew why she didn't wear obi's too often.
"Found it?" Sango asked again
Kagome nodded waving around a piece of paper "There were... more scripts under the old floor... It was... mostly flooded but... we found the way to save him!" she said excitedly
Sango looked at the piece of paper in her friend's hand, searching absentmindedly for her hair tie.
"Save Shinosuke?" asked Sango trying to follow her friend.
Kagome shook her head. "Miroku already knew how to do that... we found a way to do the procedure so that he could get saved as well!" she said excitedly.
Sango's brow furrowed halfway through the process of tying her hair. "But he alre..." she was about to speak when it hit her. Kagome and Inu- Yasha had just come back with this information? But Inu-Yasha had been there when Miroku had...
Kagome looked up at Sango watching her eyes widen and her face pale, she was just about to ask if she was all right before suddenly Sango grabbed the paper in Kagome's hand and rushed out the door.
"Sango-chan?" called Kagome to her back
Sango ran down the hallway to Inu-Yasha's room to find him staring at two empty futons. He turned to look at her.
"The bouzu did it anyway didn't he?" asked Inu-Yasha
She didn't stay to reply, but rushed back to Shinosuke's room throwing the door open. He was still sleeping peacefully over his futon with nobody else in the room.
"Sango-chan?!" she heard Kagome yell as she rushed down the hall.
She didn't care. Inu-Yasha stepped out of the room and she dodged just in time to throw him off balance.
"Oi! Watch it!" he called.
She heard nothing running down the halls, and hopping off the porch. Not looking back after passing the doors of the inn.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, lifting the kimono up to her thighs so that it didn't get in the way. Through the rain and mud, she heard soft thunder over head and saw an occasional explosion of light in the sky. She had a pretty good idea of where to look but it was so far away,
That Stupid monk! How could he do something like this? He had looked her in the face and lied! Why? What for? Her lungs burned and her legs were starting to ache, she paid no heed to either of them. The rain came down over her hair and clothes, this would probably ruin her kimono.
Yet thoughts as insignificant didn't stop her from running down the streets, barefoot to say the least. She had never been this angry at him. The groping, going off to flirt with other girls, giving her mixed signals to everything she did, none of that compared to the anger and frustration that she was feeling now.
"Ahou." she hissed
Feeling a burning sensation in her palm as she clenched it too tightly, she ran through the bitter night rain, droplets of cool liquid mingling with her tears of anger.
¬¬ for those of you who care, 'Ahou' means idiot, it's a little more severe than just baka so. needles to say... she's pissedSorry for the ridiculously looong dream sequence that didn't make much sense, and don't ask why I put it in there because. I have no clue, it just came to me in a dream! Ja! (public throws fruits at the horrible pun) ¬¬ is it really a pun? Does it qualify as one? ¬¬ does anyone care? --'