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Chapter 12, Part 1: Meiki Itsu Sore Ame (Remember When It Rained)
She couldn't do this.
Kagome knew better than anyone the risk she was taking in training with the ninja-to. She had a very real interpretation of how badly she would be punished if anyone else found out, and how furious Inuyasha would be. She also knew that she had no other choice.
She wasn't a woman of war. As willful and opinionated and stubborn as she was – wild – she would never have gone to such an extreme as this in her right mind; even she had her limit! However, she was not in her right mind. She was in a staggering and smoldering fog of thick determination and heartache. And she was choking in it.
Her mind drifted listlessly from her task at hand, and wandered onto paths that swirled and forked in her conscious memory.
Once, a long time ago, someone very special had told her the most beloved words that she had ever heard. They had come in the most simple of contexts – the most innocent of experiences that led her to the finality of choice. It became her future.
"Do not hope... decide!"
The night is empty as a wind rips briskly through the branches of lovely cherry trees, showering soft blossoms upon the earth like spring's snow. It is chill. All who wade bravely through the cold do so only when necessary. The deepening clouds overhead remain ominous, and build as though inhaling violently to blow worse gusts yet along the abandoned earthen paths of a candle-lit city. Children watch through the squeaky shutters of their wooden homes, disregarding the irritated calls of their mothers to come away from the windows and help prepare for supper before their fathers return home from the fields.
The commanding roar of thunder sounds dangerously in the distance, announcing its inevitable coming to this still place.
All this is taken in by the few brave travelers – the fathers and merchants – and they hurry forward to their homes and awaiting families, or take shelter wherever they can. All except one.
Amid a grove of flowers sits a small child; a little girl who chooses to completely ignore the oncoming storm. Instead, she revels in the peacefulness and stillness of right now. She picks another flower to connect to her flower crown – and many of her childhood companions, had they been there, would have had to ask her "Why those flowers?" for they were not very pretty. They were just a dull white, plain and without any real merit or intrigue.
If anyone had ever bothered to ask, she would have replied "Because they're pretty! None of them are the same! See?" And she would hold them up. And no one would understand.
She hears a gentle voice call her as the dark clouds reach the silent city, as the raindrops begin to fall reluctantly; a prelude to the downpour. The crown is forgotten in an instant, and she spins quickly, taking off into a frenzied run as the rain comes more heavily with another strike of thunder. She flies forward, rainbow-coloured silk ribbons flying with hair, like brilliant highlights in the obsidian tresses that bounce to the child's shoulder blades.
She collides into the softness of her mother's kimono, and giggles as the woman's fingers reach down and tangle into the young girl's hair. Tiny arms reach up and around the woman's waist, and she smiles down at her daughter.
"Kagome-chan, why are you out here? If your father knew, he would be very upset! You don't want to get your new outfit wet, do you? Look, you've already made it dirty!" She points to the smudges make by the dirt of the grove.
The girl grins shyly, flashing her tiny teeth. "I'm sorry, mama! But I wanted to play!"
"In the rain?!" Nami replies softly, lifting her child into her arms and rubbing her cheek against an identical, puffy one. "Oh, Kagome-chan, you must be a cherub; so playful and curious!"
"I like it when it rains, mama! It smells nice! And it makes everything fresh!" She is practically JUMPING in he mother's arms! "I also like it because it's so peaceful! I can do whatever I want then! No grown-ups are around to tell me not to!" Her small face crinkles in disdain, and Nami laughs and presses her finger against Kagome's button nose. Kagome giggles
"And what is that?" Nami asks, pointing to the flower still clutched in Kagome's chubby hand. "It's very pretty! See, none of these flowers are the same. And they all sparkle – even in this storm!" She points to the field, where the flowers seem to take on a new life and shimmer in the darkness surrounding them. They become gorgeous against the bleak dullness of the other flowers of the fields! Like silver amid piles of lead!
"I hope it's always this peaceful, mama!" Kagome beams.
Nami's smile disappears, and she clutches her precious bundle to her. Her eyes glimmer in waves. She doesn't want to watch her daughter fall into the abyss she, herself, has been lost to... 'Kagome, my baby, don't ever fall in love! It hurts... more than you can imagine!' She glances up to the palace not far away, and a tear falls from her eye. 'Bishamon...!' "Listen to me, Kagome-chan. Don't ever do that. Do not hope... decide! Make your dreams happen, and don't deny what you CAN be!"
The little princess stares at her mother. Don't hope? Decide? What was to decide? She nods lightly, wishing to appease her mother. And she smiles a little smile. And she doesn't understand.
Kagome blinked twice. Once to banish the tears, twice to refocus. She remembered the day it rained. Remembered what her mother had told her. But she didn't understand why her mother felt that way.
Staring ahead of her at the figure of Toutousai, she took in his physique in full body armour, and wielding a long staff that he was to use for Kagome's practice. It didn't look like that same rugged, scrappy old man she'd first encountered. The sight of the cool steel weapon in her hand both exhilarated and frightened her! How would she bring herself to willingly strike a fellow human being down, with the intent to kill?
Could she? She certainly didn't think so.
The old man's whispered command sent her swaying forward in a storm of ruffling midnight blue: the colour of her shinobi shozoko. Shakily, she raised her ninja-to higher, to the height of her shoulder, and held it tightly horizontal as she charged her target. Her heart pounded in her ears as the air wisped passed her in waves of cold! Her throat was dry and taut with apprehension!
She couldn't get the image of a dead man out of her mind. This was the image that she was running to at this very moment – despite that it wasn't Toutousai who would be dead. She had forced herself into a path of death and slaughter. Was she to become a murderer?
"NO!!" she shrieked, faltering in her stride and slowing as she brought the steel of her blade down on Toutousai's staff half-heartedly. She couldn't do it...!
Toutousai wasted no time in pushing his tilted staff sideways to dislodge the offending blade. He was quick to spot her hesitation and immediately turned the wooden pole. He took sharp aim, and swung hard!
Kagome felt the stiffness of the staff hit her square in her stomach! She couldn't control the gagging that was emitted from her throat as small droplets of blood dripped from her mouth onto the inside of ninja hood.
Through the only opening of her mask – the slit cut out of the blue material for her eyes – she watched as the world around her span uncontrollably in all and no direction! She groaned in confusion and pain, and fell to her knees with a hideous thud! Then, her hips gave out, and she crumpled and lay face down on the earth below her. She tasted the sickly bitter-sweet remedy of her own blood as a trickling streak coated the back of her throat. She didn't move.
She was in a bizarre, unfamiliar calm. The pain was dull and more like a low rumble through the fog of her senses than a sharpness of bruised and battered innards. She was content in her pain, and pleased that she knew she was alive still. An unexpected euphoria...!
How long had she been doing this, she wondered.
"Kagome-hime, how long must you take to learn this?!" Toutousai sighed, sitting close to her head. "I thought even a woman could learn this by now! Almost two whole days already!! It's just a charge!" He glanced down at her, still facing the ground. He sighed again – this time in apology. "I'm sorry for being so rough with you, but you must remember that an enemy won't stop just because you HAVE."
Kagome listened and understood. It was her mistake, and she had paid for it through pain. A good pain that let her know she still had something to fight for: her life! She didn't blame him for his roughness or his exasperation. She was just horrible at this!
'I can't even bring down my sword to strike,' she moaned to herself. How was she ever supposed to fight?! 'This is hopeless!'
"My apologies, Toutousai-sama," she replied, forcing herself onto her knees and supporting herself with her straightened arms, "I will not fail again."
Her words went undetected as he stood.
"Let's continue," he sighed.
There was darkness in Kikyo's room, save a sole wax candle that burned dimly. The finely carved and stained shutters were firmly closed, damning the sun and forcing it to leave the room's occupant to her misery! The hime moaned and wiped the sweat and tears from her face.
She had cried.
She was shocked and amazed that he could do that to her! Only a very select few – those she had known most of her LIFE – could do that... and yet he could, too! Sesshoumaru had brought her to tears! Well, it wasn't fair to say HIM... the situation. What god had she offended to such a degree that they would condemn her so?! Not that it really matter now... He would be gone in two days.
She gazed up at the ceiling and tried to compose herself. "Two days...!"
She couldn't just let him leave! She had to do SOMETHING – anything it took to make him not go—! Then, she shook her head, and pressed the back of it deep into her pillow. Now who was the emotional one? She chuckled lightly. That was supposed to be Kagome's job! Kikyo knew she could do nothing to stop this.
Sesshoumaru would leave her to protect his home... from hers. But lately, she had been wondering. Where WAS her home, anyway? Wasn't it supposed to be with her beloved – wherever he may be? And besides, she couldn't brush off the intense guilt that rose inside her from all this. Everything here was her fault! If only she hadn't left with Kagome! If ONLY she hadn't forced her father's hand to retrieve her!
But, then... she would not have met Sesshoumaru! For some reason, she was unable to withstand the thought. It was too painful to imagine!
Inside her, a sensitive chord snapped, and before long she found her feet moving her along the halls, to Sesshoumaru-osama's main hall. To the place where she had first met him; where he would be. She prayed, alone.
As predicted, he was present. And alone. She padded up to him, finding her attire completely obsolete. She bowed as she approached the dais and he watched her from above the rim of a document her held in his hands. When she came before him in his carven chair, she murmured a soft greeting, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.
His eyes roamed over her intently, and his eyebrow raised. "A very interesting look, Kikyo-koi."
She smiled at the new name, and then turned her attention to herself. She gazed at her kimono, which was only half-handedly tied. Her shins were showing through the opening of the loose wrap, and one shoulder was hanging halfway down her arm! She was a mess; obscene!
"I-I'm so sorry, Sesshoumaru-koi—!"
"I rather like it," he replied, caressing her hand. "But ONLY when we are in private. ... Is something that matter?"
She looked at the ground, staring at her pale bare feet on the mats. Ashamed of herself and her pitifulness, she remained in silence, trying to force her composure back into firm place. When she finally did so, she brought her eyes up to meet his with their normal cool glaze.
"I want to go with you," she whispered, the intensity of their stare making her short of breath.
"No," was the firm reply.
"Why not?" she asked, and stood very still.
"It is far too dangerous to have you there," he said.
"I cannot just sit idly by and watch you leave!" she replied, folding her arms over her bosom.
Sesshoumaru rose from his chair and began descending the dias steps. She followed him swiftly, as he knew she would. Nothing was more important to him than her! And he would be DAMNED if he was to let her be put in such a terrifying position! A battlefield was no place for her. Not only would she be useless in fighting, but would be another distraction for him – another thing to worry about.
The two passed through the gateway into the gardens, where a still pond – one that Kagome had spoken of to Kikyo before – sat in the middle. Sesshoumaru strode smoothly to the water's edge and dipped in his hands. Kikyo watched him with hidden confusion. What would they say next? And who would say it?
"Aishiteru, Kikyo-koi," he mumbled lowly, barely audible to her. "I cannot put you there..."
Her heart pounded with both joy and supreme sorrow! She knelt beside him and placed her hand into the water to cup his. Through the rippling of the surface, they could see their two hands joined, finger interlaced. Kikyo leaned over and kissed his smooth cheek. She felt him shiver.
"Aishiteru," she whispered. "Why do you deny me the right to be by your side? I cannot live without you, and if you leave me here, I fear I will go mad without worry!"
"And if I let you go, I shall go mad with worry," he replied. "Don't make me say it again, koi. I don't want to hurt you again."
She kissed a line along his face, from his chin to the corner of his eye. "Then don't, koi. Let me go. I belong beside you, wherever that may be."
"But—!" he began, but was cut off by her soft, supple lips crushing against his.
Sparks shattered his thoughts, and he shivered again. The electricity always racked his body with emotion, and he loved and hated it.
She retreated her lips, and smiled knowingly at him, her chocolate eyes half hooded by her long, black lashes. "Let me come," she breathed.
The sparkle of sadness in her eyes then made his heart skip. It wasn't right that she should be sad! And he would do ANYTHING to make amends! He sighed dejectedly, and looked back into the water at their clasped hands. "... Very well."
She smiled wider.
"But," he continued, bringing their hands from the water and rubbing the back of hers against his cheek, "you must promise me that you will travel behind the demon hordes!"
"I promise," she nodded, and kissed him again.
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Translations:
Shinobi shozoko - the garb of a ninja ("uniform")
Koi - (should go without saying) a term for passion and love
Aishiteru - (also without saying) I love you
So, did you all like?! I hope so! I'm not sure when I'll have time to write part 2 (exams are in 8 school days!!), but I'll see you guys then - and don't forget to read and review! (Hey, that rhymed... CUTE!!!)
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Chapter 12, Part 1: Meiki Itsu Sore Ame (Remember When It Rained)
She couldn't do this.
Kagome knew better than anyone the risk she was taking in training with the ninja-to. She had a very real interpretation of how badly she would be punished if anyone else found out, and how furious Inuyasha would be. She also knew that she had no other choice.
She wasn't a woman of war. As willful and opinionated and stubborn as she was – wild – she would never have gone to such an extreme as this in her right mind; even she had her limit! However, she was not in her right mind. She was in a staggering and smoldering fog of thick determination and heartache. And she was choking in it.
Her mind drifted listlessly from her task at hand, and wandered onto paths that swirled and forked in her conscious memory.
Once, a long time ago, someone very special had told her the most beloved words that she had ever heard. They had come in the most simple of contexts – the most innocent of experiences that led her to the finality of choice. It became her future.
"Do not hope... decide!"
The night is empty as a wind rips briskly through the branches of lovely cherry trees, showering soft blossoms upon the earth like spring's snow. It is chill. All who wade bravely through the cold do so only when necessary. The deepening clouds overhead remain ominous, and build as though inhaling violently to blow worse gusts yet along the abandoned earthen paths of a candle-lit city. Children watch through the squeaky shutters of their wooden homes, disregarding the irritated calls of their mothers to come away from the windows and help prepare for supper before their fathers return home from the fields.
The commanding roar of thunder sounds dangerously in the distance, announcing its inevitable coming to this still place.
All this is taken in by the few brave travelers – the fathers and merchants – and they hurry forward to their homes and awaiting families, or take shelter wherever they can. All except one.
Amid a grove of flowers sits a small child; a little girl who chooses to completely ignore the oncoming storm. Instead, she revels in the peacefulness and stillness of right now. She picks another flower to connect to her flower crown – and many of her childhood companions, had they been there, would have had to ask her "Why those flowers?" for they were not very pretty. They were just a dull white, plain and without any real merit or intrigue.
If anyone had ever bothered to ask, she would have replied "Because they're pretty! None of them are the same! See?" And she would hold them up. And no one would understand.
She hears a gentle voice call her as the dark clouds reach the silent city, as the raindrops begin to fall reluctantly; a prelude to the downpour. The crown is forgotten in an instant, and she spins quickly, taking off into a frenzied run as the rain comes more heavily with another strike of thunder. She flies forward, rainbow-coloured silk ribbons flying with hair, like brilliant highlights in the obsidian tresses that bounce to the child's shoulder blades.
She collides into the softness of her mother's kimono, and giggles as the woman's fingers reach down and tangle into the young girl's hair. Tiny arms reach up and around the woman's waist, and she smiles down at her daughter.
"Kagome-chan, why are you out here? If your father knew, he would be very upset! You don't want to get your new outfit wet, do you? Look, you've already made it dirty!" She points to the smudges make by the dirt of the grove.
The girl grins shyly, flashing her tiny teeth. "I'm sorry, mama! But I wanted to play!"
"In the rain?!" Nami replies softly, lifting her child into her arms and rubbing her cheek against an identical, puffy one. "Oh, Kagome-chan, you must be a cherub; so playful and curious!"
"I like it when it rains, mama! It smells nice! And it makes everything fresh!" She is practically JUMPING in he mother's arms! "I also like it because it's so peaceful! I can do whatever I want then! No grown-ups are around to tell me not to!" Her small face crinkles in disdain, and Nami laughs and presses her finger against Kagome's button nose. Kagome giggles
"And what is that?" Nami asks, pointing to the flower still clutched in Kagome's chubby hand. "It's very pretty! See, none of these flowers are the same. And they all sparkle – even in this storm!" She points to the field, where the flowers seem to take on a new life and shimmer in the darkness surrounding them. They become gorgeous against the bleak dullness of the other flowers of the fields! Like silver amid piles of lead!
"I hope it's always this peaceful, mama!" Kagome beams.
Nami's smile disappears, and she clutches her precious bundle to her. Her eyes glimmer in waves. She doesn't want to watch her daughter fall into the abyss she, herself, has been lost to... 'Kagome, my baby, don't ever fall in love! It hurts... more than you can imagine!' She glances up to the palace not far away, and a tear falls from her eye. 'Bishamon...!' "Listen to me, Kagome-chan. Don't ever do that. Do not hope... decide! Make your dreams happen, and don't deny what you CAN be!"
The little princess stares at her mother. Don't hope? Decide? What was to decide? She nods lightly, wishing to appease her mother. And she smiles a little smile. And she doesn't understand.
Kagome blinked twice. Once to banish the tears, twice to refocus. She remembered the day it rained. Remembered what her mother had told her. But she didn't understand why her mother felt that way.
Staring ahead of her at the figure of Toutousai, she took in his physique in full body armour, and wielding a long staff that he was to use for Kagome's practice. It didn't look like that same rugged, scrappy old man she'd first encountered. The sight of the cool steel weapon in her hand both exhilarated and frightened her! How would she bring herself to willingly strike a fellow human being down, with the intent to kill?
Could she? She certainly didn't think so.
The old man's whispered command sent her swaying forward in a storm of ruffling midnight blue: the colour of her shinobi shozoko. Shakily, she raised her ninja-to higher, to the height of her shoulder, and held it tightly horizontal as she charged her target. Her heart pounded in her ears as the air wisped passed her in waves of cold! Her throat was dry and taut with apprehension!
She couldn't get the image of a dead man out of her mind. This was the image that she was running to at this very moment – despite that it wasn't Toutousai who would be dead. She had forced herself into a path of death and slaughter. Was she to become a murderer?
"NO!!" she shrieked, faltering in her stride and slowing as she brought the steel of her blade down on Toutousai's staff half-heartedly. She couldn't do it...!
Toutousai wasted no time in pushing his tilted staff sideways to dislodge the offending blade. He was quick to spot her hesitation and immediately turned the wooden pole. He took sharp aim, and swung hard!
Kagome felt the stiffness of the staff hit her square in her stomach! She couldn't control the gagging that was emitted from her throat as small droplets of blood dripped from her mouth onto the inside of ninja hood.
Through the only opening of her mask – the slit cut out of the blue material for her eyes – she watched as the world around her span uncontrollably in all and no direction! She groaned in confusion and pain, and fell to her knees with a hideous thud! Then, her hips gave out, and she crumpled and lay face down on the earth below her. She tasted the sickly bitter-sweet remedy of her own blood as a trickling streak coated the back of her throat. She didn't move.
She was in a bizarre, unfamiliar calm. The pain was dull and more like a low rumble through the fog of her senses than a sharpness of bruised and battered innards. She was content in her pain, and pleased that she knew she was alive still. An unexpected euphoria...!
How long had she been doing this, she wondered.
"Kagome-hime, how long must you take to learn this?!" Toutousai sighed, sitting close to her head. "I thought even a woman could learn this by now! Almost two whole days already!! It's just a charge!" He glanced down at her, still facing the ground. He sighed again – this time in apology. "I'm sorry for being so rough with you, but you must remember that an enemy won't stop just because you HAVE."
Kagome listened and understood. It was her mistake, and she had paid for it through pain. A good pain that let her know she still had something to fight for: her life! She didn't blame him for his roughness or his exasperation. She was just horrible at this!
'I can't even bring down my sword to strike,' she moaned to herself. How was she ever supposed to fight?! 'This is hopeless!'
"My apologies, Toutousai-sama," she replied, forcing herself onto her knees and supporting herself with her straightened arms, "I will not fail again."
Her words went undetected as he stood.
"Let's continue," he sighed.
There was darkness in Kikyo's room, save a sole wax candle that burned dimly. The finely carved and stained shutters were firmly closed, damning the sun and forcing it to leave the room's occupant to her misery! The hime moaned and wiped the sweat and tears from her face.
She had cried.
She was shocked and amazed that he could do that to her! Only a very select few – those she had known most of her LIFE – could do that... and yet he could, too! Sesshoumaru had brought her to tears! Well, it wasn't fair to say HIM... the situation. What god had she offended to such a degree that they would condemn her so?! Not that it really matter now... He would be gone in two days.
She gazed up at the ceiling and tried to compose herself. "Two days...!"
She couldn't just let him leave! She had to do SOMETHING – anything it took to make him not go—! Then, she shook her head, and pressed the back of it deep into her pillow. Now who was the emotional one? She chuckled lightly. That was supposed to be Kagome's job! Kikyo knew she could do nothing to stop this.
Sesshoumaru would leave her to protect his home... from hers. But lately, she had been wondering. Where WAS her home, anyway? Wasn't it supposed to be with her beloved – wherever he may be? And besides, she couldn't brush off the intense guilt that rose inside her from all this. Everything here was her fault! If only she hadn't left with Kagome! If ONLY she hadn't forced her father's hand to retrieve her!
But, then... she would not have met Sesshoumaru! For some reason, she was unable to withstand the thought. It was too painful to imagine!
Inside her, a sensitive chord snapped, and before long she found her feet moving her along the halls, to Sesshoumaru-osama's main hall. To the place where she had first met him; where he would be. She prayed, alone.
As predicted, he was present. And alone. She padded up to him, finding her attire completely obsolete. She bowed as she approached the dais and he watched her from above the rim of a document her held in his hands. When she came before him in his carven chair, she murmured a soft greeting, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.
His eyes roamed over her intently, and his eyebrow raised. "A very interesting look, Kikyo-koi."
She smiled at the new name, and then turned her attention to herself. She gazed at her kimono, which was only half-handedly tied. Her shins were showing through the opening of the loose wrap, and one shoulder was hanging halfway down her arm! She was a mess; obscene!
"I-I'm so sorry, Sesshoumaru-koi—!"
"I rather like it," he replied, caressing her hand. "But ONLY when we are in private. ... Is something that matter?"
She looked at the ground, staring at her pale bare feet on the mats. Ashamed of herself and her pitifulness, she remained in silence, trying to force her composure back into firm place. When she finally did so, she brought her eyes up to meet his with their normal cool glaze.
"I want to go with you," she whispered, the intensity of their stare making her short of breath.
"No," was the firm reply.
"Why not?" she asked, and stood very still.
"It is far too dangerous to have you there," he said.
"I cannot just sit idly by and watch you leave!" she replied, folding her arms over her bosom.
Sesshoumaru rose from his chair and began descending the dias steps. She followed him swiftly, as he knew she would. Nothing was more important to him than her! And he would be DAMNED if he was to let her be put in such a terrifying position! A battlefield was no place for her. Not only would she be useless in fighting, but would be another distraction for him – another thing to worry about.
The two passed through the gateway into the gardens, where a still pond – one that Kagome had spoken of to Kikyo before – sat in the middle. Sesshoumaru strode smoothly to the water's edge and dipped in his hands. Kikyo watched him with hidden confusion. What would they say next? And who would say it?
"Aishiteru, Kikyo-koi," he mumbled lowly, barely audible to her. "I cannot put you there..."
Her heart pounded with both joy and supreme sorrow! She knelt beside him and placed her hand into the water to cup his. Through the rippling of the surface, they could see their two hands joined, finger interlaced. Kikyo leaned over and kissed his smooth cheek. She felt him shiver.
"Aishiteru," she whispered. "Why do you deny me the right to be by your side? I cannot live without you, and if you leave me here, I fear I will go mad without worry!"
"And if I let you go, I shall go mad with worry," he replied. "Don't make me say it again, koi. I don't want to hurt you again."
She kissed a line along his face, from his chin to the corner of his eye. "Then don't, koi. Let me go. I belong beside you, wherever that may be."
"But—!" he began, but was cut off by her soft, supple lips crushing against his.
Sparks shattered his thoughts, and he shivered again. The electricity always racked his body with emotion, and he loved and hated it.
She retreated her lips, and smiled knowingly at him, her chocolate eyes half hooded by her long, black lashes. "Let me come," she breathed.
The sparkle of sadness in her eyes then made his heart skip. It wasn't right that she should be sad! And he would do ANYTHING to make amends! He sighed dejectedly, and looked back into the water at their clasped hands. "... Very well."
She smiled wider.
"But," he continued, bringing their hands from the water and rubbing the back of hers against his cheek, "you must promise me that you will travel behind the demon hordes!"
"I promise," she nodded, and kissed him again.
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Translations:
Shinobi shozoko - the garb of a ninja ("uniform")
Koi - (should go without saying) a term for passion and love
Aishiteru - (also without saying) I love you
So, did you all like?! I hope so! I'm not sure when I'll have time to write part 2 (exams are in 8 school days!!), but I'll see you guys then - and don't forget to read and review! (Hey, that rhymed... CUTE!!!)