A/N I'm sorry for any undo stress my last update may or may not have caused you all. For you see, as some of you may or may not be aware, I did receive a flame, and I was quite shocked and rather annoyed. For you see ladies and gentlemen not only was I flamed, but I was flamed in a poem! That's right someone sat down and wrote me a little poem! And their bio is a poem! If you would like to see these poems please read the A/N at the bottom fo the page. P.S. My response will be there.

I'M ON MY WAY TO HELL

The door to the karoke bar burst open and Kikyo stood in the doorway, her soul eaters coiling about her. She marched up to the bar and ordered a shot. She down with the grim determination of a woman who was dead set on getting drunk.

She took three more shots, downing them each and slamming the shot glass back on the counter.

"Damn Inuyasha!" she muttered. "I swear to god he'll come with me to hell!"

"I miss my fluffy," Sessy said sniffing, a huge tear slid down his face.

All fan girls everywhere are suddenly stricken, falling over screaming because their beloved Sessy is in pain

"What makes him think he can just forget me for her?" Kikyo demanded.

"I'll never forget my fluffy," Sesshomaru continued.

"I mean, I'm not only made of clay, but I'm older!" she turned to Sesshomaru and pointed a finger at him. "I defy you to name one thing sexier then a chick pushing a hundred made out of clay and stolen souls!"

"Fluffies are sexier!" Sesshomaru burst out. He jumped to his feet and ran out of the abr crying. Every girl in the bar jumped up to follow him out.

Kikyo looked at the rest of his bowl of scotch and with a shrug, she downed it. She blinked owlishly as a funny feeling went through her. Suddenly, a feeling inside her began to unfurl which she could not explain. She staggered up to the stage and adjusted the mike. After kicking Jaken (who'd fallen to his knees wailing because Sessy was in pain) across the room.

She unbound her hair and ran her fingers through it. She head banged, flipping her hair several times.

"Alright, listen up," she said. "When the strands of fate have become entangled by the clumsy weaver the loom must be dismantled before destiny can proceed with her ever flowing, ever changing course of moon beams and misty dreams!"

Everyone just stared as Kikyo began to sing.

He's living easy, living free
I'm his ticket to a one-way ride
Asking him to come follow me
Asking him to leave it all behind
Don't have a reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
Inuyasha's gonna be there too

I'm on my way to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
No reincarnation's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna miss me around
Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Don't blame me cause my voice is bland
Hey Inuyasha, follow me
We're on our way to the promised land

I'm on my way to hell
(Follow me)

And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on my way to --

Kikyo trailed off, staring at her fingers in awe.

"My god, I have huge hands!" she exclaimed staring at them as if entranced. "My hands are like boxing gloves! And they can touch everything but themselves!"

She put her hands together and started laughing.

"Dude they can do that too!" She staggered off the stage, staring at her hands. "I gotta get me some of whatever that dude was drinking!"

A/N This is for people who want to know what I'm talking about. Below is the Bio of the Clown, the person who flames in rhyme.

I'm the clown who came to town
to review your stories or shoot them down!
Good or bad i'll read them all
but if it sucks, i'll hit the wall!

Flaming is my ultimate deed
but only stories that are bad, indeed.
If your story is off the chain
compliments will surly rain!

So if you came wondering why
i flamed your story, by and by
then please understand, dear "friend"
you sure as hell made my sanity bend!
---The Clown---

This is the flame I got.

I'm the clown who came to town
to flame your story to the ground
this is what you call a story?
i hope this isn't you in your best glory.

You see, the art of writing is this
a pen, some paper, and an authors true bliss.
However, there are other key elements in hand
lacking these make a stor, nothing but bland.

A plot, some meaning, something that goes deeper.
Something that makes your story a keeper!
This story has nothing but OOC dorks.
Might as well spoon them with dull plastic sporks.

Do not take my words as pain,
rather use them to your own gain!
Those simple things are all you lack,
add them in, and i'll be back.

--- The Clown---

So, I've made your sanity bend?

Then I've achieved my devious end!

I'm not here to make a whole lot of sense.

I much prefer to deal in nonsense!

I'm not changing it, not one damn thing!

Sorry if the retort makes your ego sting.

If you don't like it, then please don't read it.

Thanks for the critique, but I don't really need it!

I like it just fine and many others do too.

It's not going to change on account of you.

Your bad mouthing my OOC dorks?

Okay then. What the hell is a spork?

If your quirky little rhyming bliss

Is to find those with stories you dis,

Then please, you're not wanted 'round town.

I don't mean to be mean, but don't push me, clown!

I hope you don't do this to everyone,

Because it's really just not fun.

So if you could all please remember,

A flame no one cares about is just an ember.

It's not your right to chose which stories to axe,

It's not your place to decide what an author lacks.

So, I hope we have reached some sort of accord.

So please don't feel bad if here you're ignored.

I have a message too for one, and it's a message for all,

If you can't rhyme something nice, don't rhyme anything at all!

This story of mine will stay on it's track,

So please dear God, don't come back!

---Spacewolf---

P.S What part of 'Sessy gets drunk and serenades Jaken' made you think a plot was even on my radar screen? I hope I"m not being overly bitchy, but if you're going to flame me, flame me on stuff that has relevance to my story! Critiquing the plot makes no sense for this story because it obviously has none. If you wanted to say something about how I change songs, that's fine? Maybe even complaining about me totally killing one of your favorite songs works because that's a valid point! I am musically challenged so it makes sense some of my alterations might suck it up! But ragging on OOC dorks and the plot? Do you want me to put a warning in my summery? Because I thought Sessy serenading Jaken made it pretty evident it wasn't going to make a lot of sense! /rant

P.P.S The irony of responding to the flame is rhyme has not entirely escaped me. Call it poetic justice. Get it?

Eh?

Eh?

Yeah I'll shut up now!

Tune in next time and watch or rather read about Naraku shaking his groove thang!

P.P.P.S. I'm serious people. What's a spork? It sounds like a name from a really bad, bad, sci-fi movie. Yes I'm hick. Now. What's a spork?