Well then . . . I guess I've come back! I'm here again, with yet another
story . . . 'cept this time I actually have a plot in mind, unlike all my
other stories --; Well, let's see how you like it . . . Okay, you know the
drill. "Talking" thinking ((Me and my dumb comments))
Disclaimer: (our authoress is in a nice padded room with plenty of straight jackets in case she gets cold) I AM RUMIKO TAKAHASHI! I OWN INUYASHA! HAHAHA AHAAAAaaaaaahaha . . .
"Feh."
"Oh, quit grumbling, Inuyasha. It'll do you good to take a vacation from shard hunting," Kagome said. "And there's no way to get out of it."
"Fine then."
The 15 year old miko let a frustrated sigh escape her lips. The hanyou had been very uncooperative for the entire half-hour they had been walking.
"Inuyasha, are you sick?" Shippou asked.
"No!"
"Are you suuuure you're not sick?"
"Shut up, fuzz-ball."
Sango rolled her eyes. "Play nice, boys."
Shippou stuck his tongue out at Inuyasha, who bopped him hard on the head.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome exclaimed. "Stop that!" She picked the slightly dazed kitsune up, setting him on her shoulder.
Sango sighed, gazing off into a distant cloud shaped very much like a heart. As she watched, it broke up into dozens of pieces . . . then reformed good as new. That's . . . interesting, the taijiya thought.
"Hey, what's that smell?" Shippou asked suddenly, catching a whiff of something . . . red. ((Yes, I'm insane. Didn't you read the disclaimer? Smelling color is actually a pretty common phenomenon. For instance, when you smell cooking broccoli you brain automatically conjures images of soggy green masses of quivering goo. Don't ask me why; ask the scientists who conducted the study!))
Inuyasha stopped walking. "Blood."
"How far away?" Kagome asked worriedly.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Is it demon blood or human?" Miroku queried.
"Both, and stop asking questions!" Inuyasha said, both perplexed and irked.
"Touchy touchy," the monk said, eying him.
"Oh, shaddup."
The group continued walking in uneasy silence. About 20 minutes later, they came upon a body.
"Holy shit," Inuyasha said softly. The body was mangled in such a manner that it was impossible to discern gender. Blood covered it and the surrounding flora. Distinguishable among the mess were a small black dagger, rusted and bloody, and a black pouch attached to a thin gold chain.
"I agree," Kagome said weakly, kneeling beside the body. "Oh my God!"
"What is it?" Sango asked, worried.
"This person's still breathing!"
Ha ha, cliffie! I'm evil . . . MUAHAHAHAHAAAA! Yah, sorry 'bout the shortness of the chapter . . .t eh original chapter is about three times as long, but I'm too lazy to type the rest ; Well, you know the drill . . .R&R! Ja Ne!
Disclaimer: (our authoress is in a nice padded room with plenty of straight jackets in case she gets cold) I AM RUMIKO TAKAHASHI! I OWN INUYASHA! HAHAHA AHAAAAaaaaaahaha . . .
"Feh."
"Oh, quit grumbling, Inuyasha. It'll do you good to take a vacation from shard hunting," Kagome said. "And there's no way to get out of it."
"Fine then."
The 15 year old miko let a frustrated sigh escape her lips. The hanyou had been very uncooperative for the entire half-hour they had been walking.
"Inuyasha, are you sick?" Shippou asked.
"No!"
"Are you suuuure you're not sick?"
"Shut up, fuzz-ball."
Sango rolled her eyes. "Play nice, boys."
Shippou stuck his tongue out at Inuyasha, who bopped him hard on the head.
"Inuyasha!" Kagome exclaimed. "Stop that!" She picked the slightly dazed kitsune up, setting him on her shoulder.
Sango sighed, gazing off into a distant cloud shaped very much like a heart. As she watched, it broke up into dozens of pieces . . . then reformed good as new. That's . . . interesting, the taijiya thought.
"Hey, what's that smell?" Shippou asked suddenly, catching a whiff of something . . . red. ((Yes, I'm insane. Didn't you read the disclaimer? Smelling color is actually a pretty common phenomenon. For instance, when you smell cooking broccoli you brain automatically conjures images of soggy green masses of quivering goo. Don't ask me why; ask the scientists who conducted the study!))
Inuyasha stopped walking. "Blood."
"How far away?" Kagome asked worriedly.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Is it demon blood or human?" Miroku queried.
"Both, and stop asking questions!" Inuyasha said, both perplexed and irked.
"Touchy touchy," the monk said, eying him.
"Oh, shaddup."
The group continued walking in uneasy silence. About 20 minutes later, they came upon a body.
"Holy shit," Inuyasha said softly. The body was mangled in such a manner that it was impossible to discern gender. Blood covered it and the surrounding flora. Distinguishable among the mess were a small black dagger, rusted and bloody, and a black pouch attached to a thin gold chain.
"I agree," Kagome said weakly, kneeling beside the body. "Oh my God!"
"What is it?" Sango asked, worried.
"This person's still breathing!"
Ha ha, cliffie! I'm evil . . . MUAHAHAHAHAAAA! Yah, sorry 'bout the shortness of the chapter . . .t eh original chapter is about three times as long, but I'm too lazy to type the rest ; Well, you know the drill . . .R&R! Ja Ne!