Eeep! *Cowers behind Sanji, whimpering as Moogle sharpens the ladle* Save
me.....
Sanji: *Glances reproachfully* It took you ten chapters to bring me into the story, Tailz....
Tailz: *Whining, latches onto his knees* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyyy.....
Sanji: All right, easy! *Puts an arm around her shoulders*
Tailz: ^-^ *Caught up in the moment* *Suddenly remembers that Moogle, and a few other readers, are plotting her death* Uhhh....Guys.... *Hurries to explain* You see, I wanted to make the ficcy more interesting and I wanted to make it a decent length and my mind was drawing a blank, but I couldn't NOT review, cause then, like, I'd be MURDERED, and I'm STILL going to be murdered cause I'm an evil cliffy-writer and no body likes me and—
Sanji: *Covers her mouth with his hand* Let's tell them what you were planning to say earlier. *Clears throat* *Reads from a piece of paper* 'Thanks soooooooooo much for all the reviews, guys! I'm, like, soooooooooooo thrilled that soooooooo many people read my ficcy! Yay! I'm sorry about this cliffy, and all, but I really feel that it will add suspense to the story, so it's worth it. Enjoy the new chappie, kay?'
Tailz: -_- *Rocks back and forth in a fetal position* They're going to murder me, Sanji....WITH MY OWN PROP!!! And a knife, and a toothbrush, and Emmy even tried tai chi..... *Goes insane....-er, and crashes to the floor in a convincing faint*
Sanji: *Looking peeved* Maybe if you end the stupid author's note and give them the chapter, they'll forgive you.
Tailz: That is the STUPIDEST idea I ever heard! Let's just face it! I'm doomed! I'm—*Is unable to finish her sentence as Sanji has knocked her out for real with the ladle*
Sanji: Ahem. Here's the chapter, guys and girls. Enjoy. *Proceeds to drag authoress back into her computer chair*
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Sliding down the mud-covered hill, Inuyasha had to call upon all his demon- born grace to stay upright. The stuff was slippery to say the least—of course, if one wanted to go into detail, the words goopy, cold, and downright uncomfortable could be added. He was up to his ankles in the filth, and the hill seemed to stretch on forever at the pace he was going—slow, so he wouldn't slip and accidentally land on Kagome if she were laying at the bottom. It was entirely probable that, in her state of obvious illogicalness, she had lost her balance and fallen down into the gully below. He didn't like the idea at all; it gave one more reason to be worried.
At last, the sliding ended and Inuyasha found himself on level, if not completely solid, ground. He had been right about this being a gully—there was mud enough to come up to his ankles at least, and it was as cold as the stuff on the hill had been. The rain was harder here; the trees had opened up more fully. At one time, he might've enjoyed being in a place like this—if the sun had been filtering through the trees and he wasn't completely sure that he was about to find his half-dead friend lying nearby.
Gracefully, the hanyou pulled his feet from the muck and leapt through the tree cover that surrounded the smell of gully....and blood. Landing stiffly erect, he glanced about quickly, analyzing everything in sight. Mud, puddles, a mound of mud.... That was all he could see. But that couldn't be right! Where was the smell of blood coming from? He took a double take, looking around again more thoroughly. Mud, puddles, a mound....wait. Behind the ....there was something else visible. Inuyasha walked a bit closer, inquiringly—and stopped dead as his heart skipped a beat. There was his friend, lying covered so completely in mud that she was nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding murk.
"Kagome...."
Without thinking, he was by her side, scanning for the injury that had brought him there. The possibility of broken bones was the only thing that kept him from lifting the prone figure into his arms and holding her until she woke up. Her ankles, they looked to be broken, and there was a pretty deep cut bleeding on her shoulder. But her face was worse.
It was much paler than it should've been—stark white, almost corpse-like. Her expression was peaceful, too, as if mirroring death.... But, no. She was breathing, if not shallowly, and the none-too-steady rhythm of her heart was there as well. He would have to move her, as much as he didn't want to.
As gently as he knew how, Inuyasha reached over and lifted the small, still figure of his friend from the ground. Kneeling and cradling her in one arm against his chest, he removed his soaked (but warm) fire-rat clothing and wrapped that around her, for all the good it would do. He would have to get out of there fast—Kaede's village was almost a day away, and it was well into the afternoon already—
*Rustle....rustle....* The bushes behind them gave a little shake. Inuyasha whipped around automatically, his hand touching Tetsusaiga's steely hilt. The smell of demons was all around now, despite the rain—how could he have missed it? Angry with himself for getting Kagome (and himself) into such danger, he bellowed to whatever was in the bushes, "Show yourself!"
Obligingly enough, the foliage parted, and two very ugly, very smelly ogres came into the clearing. Inuyasha was reminded unpleasantly of Goshinki. The two things were probably related somehow—their rancid stenches were very alike. Brothers. Battling with brothers was never fun, because usually, if you killed one, the other was mad as hell. The Thunder Brothers had illustrated this fact wonderfully, not so terribly long ago. He'd come close to almost losing Kagome then—but that was not going to happen this time.
And speaking of Kagome....what was he to do with her? Running wouldn't work—they'd just follow, and he'd probably be caught from behind. No matter what happened, he was not going to lay her on the ground—while she was battling one of them, the other would have the opportunity to hurt her. The only other option was to attempt combat with Kagome still in his arms. It would be a challenge, but not impossible.
He could manage....right?
Right.
As quickly as he could, he shifted Kagome's dead weight into one of his arms so that she was lying against him with her head draping over his shoulder. With the other hand, he drew Tetsusaiga, which transformed with a flash of light. "All right, b*st*rds," he said grimly. "Come and get me." Dumbly, the things charged forward, whipping their scaly, reptilian tails in ever direction and snarling like an annoyed animal. Testing out his new balance, Inuyasha leapt to the side—or, rather, he staggered.
It was more difficult than he had thought.
The second attack came too quickly for Inuyasha to move in time—one of the demons' tails came whipping out at him. It cut shallowly across his left forearm, and Kagome's cheek, as well. Crimson blood, a dark contrast against her colorless face, pooled up there and ran down, a single droplet, and dropped from her chin. That was enough. With one fell swoop he killed the closest ogre and left its brother glaring stupidly at its corpse.
Apparently angered, the thing charged at him, baring its yellowed fangs. It made to attack with its tail as the other had, but this time, Inuyasha was ready. He pulled Tetsusaiga above his head—ignoring the fact that his sword- hand had brushed the bleeding scrape, and it hurt—and dropped a bone- crushing swoop onto the ogre's skull. It fell to the ground then, unmistakably dead.
"Humph," Inuyasha scoffed arrogantly, turning away from the dead bodies and sheathing the bloody Tetsusaiga. He glanced down at Kagome's still, peaceful face, his expression softening. Unconsciously, he ran his bloody finger over the scratch the demon's tail had given her. She didn't wince—she should've. "Kagome," he murmured. "Can you hear me?" That was stupid. Of course she couldn't.
He put a hand to her face. It was icy and wet....shouldn't she be shivering? She couldn't be so sick that her body had completely given up on surviving....could she? Inuyasha was no healer, but he could tell she needed help....and fast. With one swift leap, he cleared the steep hill and rocketed off in the direction he had come.
His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to his body. He hoped the heat would keep her well long enough to get to Kaede....
'Hold on, Kagome....I won't fail you. Just hold on."
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Sanji: *Hands out tissues for the waff-lovers and Styrofoam versions of the authoress for the angry readers to tear to shreds* I know, I know, it was another evil cliffy. But, in all fairness to Tailz, she updated, and that lump on her head is pretty good revenge....
Tailz: *Tosses in sleep* Mmhhmm....Splost.....
Sanji: *Looks annoyed* I promised I would do this, but it's so stupid....maybe I can get away with not doing it—
Tailz: *Whomps Sanji repeatedly over the head in her sleep*
Sanji: All right! All right! *Bats Tailz away* Sheesh!
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Ja ne, everyone.
Sanji: *Glances reproachfully* It took you ten chapters to bring me into the story, Tailz....
Tailz: *Whining, latches onto his knees* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyyy.....
Sanji: All right, easy! *Puts an arm around her shoulders*
Tailz: ^-^ *Caught up in the moment* *Suddenly remembers that Moogle, and a few other readers, are plotting her death* Uhhh....Guys.... *Hurries to explain* You see, I wanted to make the ficcy more interesting and I wanted to make it a decent length and my mind was drawing a blank, but I couldn't NOT review, cause then, like, I'd be MURDERED, and I'm STILL going to be murdered cause I'm an evil cliffy-writer and no body likes me and—
Sanji: *Covers her mouth with his hand* Let's tell them what you were planning to say earlier. *Clears throat* *Reads from a piece of paper* 'Thanks soooooooooo much for all the reviews, guys! I'm, like, soooooooooooo thrilled that soooooooo many people read my ficcy! Yay! I'm sorry about this cliffy, and all, but I really feel that it will add suspense to the story, so it's worth it. Enjoy the new chappie, kay?'
Tailz: -_- *Rocks back and forth in a fetal position* They're going to murder me, Sanji....WITH MY OWN PROP!!! And a knife, and a toothbrush, and Emmy even tried tai chi..... *Goes insane....-er, and crashes to the floor in a convincing faint*
Sanji: *Looking peeved* Maybe if you end the stupid author's note and give them the chapter, they'll forgive you.
Tailz: That is the STUPIDEST idea I ever heard! Let's just face it! I'm doomed! I'm—*Is unable to finish her sentence as Sanji has knocked her out for real with the ladle*
Sanji: Ahem. Here's the chapter, guys and girls. Enjoy. *Proceeds to drag authoress back into her computer chair*
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Sliding down the mud-covered hill, Inuyasha had to call upon all his demon- born grace to stay upright. The stuff was slippery to say the least—of course, if one wanted to go into detail, the words goopy, cold, and downright uncomfortable could be added. He was up to his ankles in the filth, and the hill seemed to stretch on forever at the pace he was going—slow, so he wouldn't slip and accidentally land on Kagome if she were laying at the bottom. It was entirely probable that, in her state of obvious illogicalness, she had lost her balance and fallen down into the gully below. He didn't like the idea at all; it gave one more reason to be worried.
At last, the sliding ended and Inuyasha found himself on level, if not completely solid, ground. He had been right about this being a gully—there was mud enough to come up to his ankles at least, and it was as cold as the stuff on the hill had been. The rain was harder here; the trees had opened up more fully. At one time, he might've enjoyed being in a place like this—if the sun had been filtering through the trees and he wasn't completely sure that he was about to find his half-dead friend lying nearby.
Gracefully, the hanyou pulled his feet from the muck and leapt through the tree cover that surrounded the smell of gully....and blood. Landing stiffly erect, he glanced about quickly, analyzing everything in sight. Mud, puddles, a mound of mud.... That was all he could see. But that couldn't be right! Where was the smell of blood coming from? He took a double take, looking around again more thoroughly. Mud, puddles, a mound....wait. Behind the ....there was something else visible. Inuyasha walked a bit closer, inquiringly—and stopped dead as his heart skipped a beat. There was his friend, lying covered so completely in mud that she was nearly indistinguishable from the surrounding murk.
"Kagome...."
Without thinking, he was by her side, scanning for the injury that had brought him there. The possibility of broken bones was the only thing that kept him from lifting the prone figure into his arms and holding her until she woke up. Her ankles, they looked to be broken, and there was a pretty deep cut bleeding on her shoulder. But her face was worse.
It was much paler than it should've been—stark white, almost corpse-like. Her expression was peaceful, too, as if mirroring death.... But, no. She was breathing, if not shallowly, and the none-too-steady rhythm of her heart was there as well. He would have to move her, as much as he didn't want to.
As gently as he knew how, Inuyasha reached over and lifted the small, still figure of his friend from the ground. Kneeling and cradling her in one arm against his chest, he removed his soaked (but warm) fire-rat clothing and wrapped that around her, for all the good it would do. He would have to get out of there fast—Kaede's village was almost a day away, and it was well into the afternoon already—
*Rustle....rustle....* The bushes behind them gave a little shake. Inuyasha whipped around automatically, his hand touching Tetsusaiga's steely hilt. The smell of demons was all around now, despite the rain—how could he have missed it? Angry with himself for getting Kagome (and himself) into such danger, he bellowed to whatever was in the bushes, "Show yourself!"
Obligingly enough, the foliage parted, and two very ugly, very smelly ogres came into the clearing. Inuyasha was reminded unpleasantly of Goshinki. The two things were probably related somehow—their rancid stenches were very alike. Brothers. Battling with brothers was never fun, because usually, if you killed one, the other was mad as hell. The Thunder Brothers had illustrated this fact wonderfully, not so terribly long ago. He'd come close to almost losing Kagome then—but that was not going to happen this time.
And speaking of Kagome....what was he to do with her? Running wouldn't work—they'd just follow, and he'd probably be caught from behind. No matter what happened, he was not going to lay her on the ground—while she was battling one of them, the other would have the opportunity to hurt her. The only other option was to attempt combat with Kagome still in his arms. It would be a challenge, but not impossible.
He could manage....right?
Right.
As quickly as he could, he shifted Kagome's dead weight into one of his arms so that she was lying against him with her head draping over his shoulder. With the other hand, he drew Tetsusaiga, which transformed with a flash of light. "All right, b*st*rds," he said grimly. "Come and get me." Dumbly, the things charged forward, whipping their scaly, reptilian tails in ever direction and snarling like an annoyed animal. Testing out his new balance, Inuyasha leapt to the side—or, rather, he staggered.
It was more difficult than he had thought.
The second attack came too quickly for Inuyasha to move in time—one of the demons' tails came whipping out at him. It cut shallowly across his left forearm, and Kagome's cheek, as well. Crimson blood, a dark contrast against her colorless face, pooled up there and ran down, a single droplet, and dropped from her chin. That was enough. With one fell swoop he killed the closest ogre and left its brother glaring stupidly at its corpse.
Apparently angered, the thing charged at him, baring its yellowed fangs. It made to attack with its tail as the other had, but this time, Inuyasha was ready. He pulled Tetsusaiga above his head—ignoring the fact that his sword- hand had brushed the bleeding scrape, and it hurt—and dropped a bone- crushing swoop onto the ogre's skull. It fell to the ground then, unmistakably dead.
"Humph," Inuyasha scoffed arrogantly, turning away from the dead bodies and sheathing the bloody Tetsusaiga. He glanced down at Kagome's still, peaceful face, his expression softening. Unconsciously, he ran his bloody finger over the scratch the demon's tail had given her. She didn't wince—she should've. "Kagome," he murmured. "Can you hear me?" That was stupid. Of course she couldn't.
He put a hand to her face. It was icy and wet....shouldn't she be shivering? She couldn't be so sick that her body had completely given up on surviving....could she? Inuyasha was no healer, but he could tell she needed help....and fast. With one swift leap, he cleared the steep hill and rocketed off in the direction he had come.
His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to his body. He hoped the heat would keep her well long enough to get to Kaede....
'Hold on, Kagome....I won't fail you. Just hold on."
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Sanji: *Hands out tissues for the waff-lovers and Styrofoam versions of the authoress for the angry readers to tear to shreds* I know, I know, it was another evil cliffy. But, in all fairness to Tailz, she updated, and that lump on her head is pretty good revenge....
Tailz: *Tosses in sleep* Mmhhmm....Splost.....
Sanji: *Looks annoyed* I promised I would do this, but it's so stupid....maybe I can get away with not doing it—
Tailz: *Whomps Sanji repeatedly over the head in her sleep*
Sanji: All right! All right! *Bats Tailz away* Sheesh!
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Ja ne, everyone.