She was reliving a life again...only this time the life she was seeing wasn't her own. This seemed like something out of a fairytale and the only reason it wasn't – which was still uncertain how she knew PERIOD – was due to the déjà vu she was getting.
She was smelling, hearing, and seeing things with perfect clarity. They ran like some kind of movie she saw a long time ago, ages ago even, and had practically forgotten.
This was not in third person either. She was seeing people of course, but nowhere did she see the person whose life she was viewing.
She had a feeling this was through-your-eyes only.
There was such a beautiful surrounding land. Trees and lush grass spread out as far as the eye could see and the only things breaking that were rickety dirt roads and small, closet-like wood huts.
How incredibly charming...in a simplistic way...
Among the smells was an incredible pungency of medicinal herbs. Her vision would sometimes be directed at rows of plants, or bushes of certain types. She had no clue what kind she was looking at, but by the hands plucking away in spots, the host did.
There was no way to tell the years in this life, as there were no mirrors around to check the physical features of the person. Looking at the others in detail found them to age almost in rapid detail.
She was viewing in rather fast speed, taking in everything with a small set of wonder, appreciation, and normality. There was a sense of belonging in this world, as if she had a place here.
It got a little confusing and somewhat heart wrenching during a specific period. It slowed down and seemed to tell her to pay attention.
That she did.
She didn't understand words, though the dialect seemed RATHER familiar, so she focused on facial expressions and body language.
There was a group, looking at her almost pleadingly and she felt seriousness at the thing in an outstretched palm. She saw a slim, pale hand when her vision looked to take the object and mentally startled at the same pink ball Inaki had in his kitchen.
WHAT THE HELL?!
It was clasped to the heart and she felt a twinge of sorrow at...a sense of duty? There was an incredible feeling of power, both good and bad impressions. While held, the bad went away and good flourished.
It was like a war in that small thing. She didn't know how and had too many questions and no answers, but somehow... knew without having to ask. Seeing this life explained it all, even if she couldn't understand what was being said.
It was too strange and if she hadn't been living bizarre for the past few months, she would never be able to wrap her brain around THIS.
She did pick something up one day while looking at others. The clothes were rather particular, but she found some of them familiar. The colors weren't anything spectacular, nor were the fabrics, but the shape of the eyes and the clothes clarified one thing.
She was definitely watching something from old, OLD Japan and only knew that from recent studies and the Yamoi household.
This life she was looking through - she soon found out - was rather serene...but not necessarily in a nice way. There was stoicism, peace, a lack of showing some emotions, a profound sense of duty, and a thread of sorrow tied to that duty. She could feel them as if they were her own, and the scary thing was, she had some of these in her life already.
The one thing this mysterious person lacked was a shred of genuine happiness. There were a few specks of it, from what she grasped in this slow viewing, to a little girl with an eye patch, but not much else.
At least until one sunny afternoon.
This person was an archer and she didn't know that until there was a notched arrow sighting to shoot. Almost half a dozen went off in perfect aim and hit their mark.
Apparently, this body was a very GOOD archer!
She took a good look at the target as her host walked closer and looked up...getting the shock of a lifetime.
Indifference.
Pride.
Intensity.
Anger.
She was staring at the same gold eyes as in her vision!
It freaked her out badly, though the emotions running through the person were interesting to encounter.
The emotions came and grew stronger, along with the feeling of being watched. She got that as the time sped up a little bit, but the eyes never bothered looking for it.
Somehow, she got the impression the host knew exactly who it was.
That face had a body, and she had the strongest sense of déjà vu, other than seeing it many times here. She had no clue what it was, but it looked mildly adorable and rather handsome – if one got past the overbearing egoism and apathy. The only way she knew it was even human was the recognition of human features and male voice.
The only way she knew this body was female was the emotions springing to life when they looked at this unnamed male.
She was wrong about this girl – or woman? – not knowing any happiness. Through the many being watched notions and meetings, there was kinship and slowly blossoming love. She found it endearing to feel, as the female was extremely shy and uncertain.
In the duty of protecting that marble, there had been the feeling that this girl was a rock...almost inhumane with the way she acted. That changed with this 'man'.
Whatever relationship blossomed was plutonic in a way. There was no kissing, no massive hugging, or holding of hands. There were a lot of soft looks and smiles, but she knew that said a lot more than physical touch could.
It didn't end well, but she knew a relationship of any kind could always end badly. She was living proof that life could turn sour at the drop of a hat.
To her shock and immense sorrow, the two turned on each other. She saw it all, but was confused as to WHY. She could tell the girl was in love with the boy, but in the end, rage and betrayal washed away the good.
Those archer skills were put to use for a final time in waning strength as she shot the boy again...this time in the heart. There was a sense of grim satisfaction, but also that same thread of responsibility wrapped with sorrow.
She watched as the boy subdued, still pinned to the tree, before turning her attentions to the girl when she spotted blood in a change of view.
She encountered the staggering amount of pain as if it were her own and knew this girl was dying. Mostly because the girl could tell she was dying. The odd part was there was no panic, just acceptance and dissatisfaction at dying when there was so much to do with the object in possession.
It was distressing to watch, seeing such a respected and honored person fall. The grief was written everywhere in the surrounding. She watched the same slim hand place the trinket in the same little girl's hand and felt the bond there.
She knew they were sisters.
Though she couldn't cry while inhabiting this body, she felt the emotions of crying well up as everything went black when the curtain closed. One word ate at her heart, even if she didn't understand it.
"ONEE-SAMA!!"
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The darkness surrounding her was not scary or comfortable. She couldn't see anything, but that was fine. It felt like she was left to process all she'd seen...to take it in and deal...to think of it and ponder.
She was not left in the black long when a view surrounded her vision and she was awed.
The place was so beautiful! It was different than the last by a long shot. She knew because she recognized the modern construction tools like glass, plaster, wood flooring, and painted walls.
From watching in the same fast viewing, she was still in Japan. What part she didn't know, but the clothes, looks, and eating utensils were a BIG giveaway.
There didn't seem anything spectacular about this life, even though she knew boring was not always a bad thing. Boring could be nice, and was certainly a lot safer than the dangers of the other life she saw.
It was so odd...the monsters of that time...
The time didn't stop until the child grew to a girl, almost teenager. She had a lot of hints due to mirrors around the house.
She was even more shocked at seeing the face she was living through. More so than the marble or the eyes of the other life.
This face was so familiar she swore it was her twin! There WERE a few differences though. Besides the clothes and the different dialect – what she recognized was Japanese, and only from her time with the Yamois – the eyes and hair were different shades and the hair was longer.
Other than that, she could've claimed this as some kind of relative, if for the fact she KNEW she had no oriental ancestors.
The emotions coming from this girl were to the point of total opposite as she felt them. There was so much happiness it made her envious. There was also a close family and many friends – which she also desired.
This girl seemed to have everything she wanted in sensations, friends, family, and even better crushes in school.
She had the perfect and rather normal life it seemed, at least until one day the girl was called into some odd building by her little brother.
A little brother! Her envy raised a notch at feeling their bond.
Though it was easy to tell the two picked on each other a little, the girl more than the boy, they were tightly connected.
Something odd DID happen to that routine life, and it was a power she recognized by watching the other. Some kind of boarded object burst open.
The same monsters she saw in the other life ran through her mind. She saw some look-alikes and wondered just HOW this was possible! This part seemed like the modern world – how did something that magical and out of place transcend time like that??
She was – to total befuddlement – transported BACK to the other land. Her host was as confused, but there was relief at seeing one of the largest trees she ever saw in her life. It dwarfed the one in her mom's backyard without contest.
Inaki would've loved it if he could see it.
Peculiarly enough, the same tree had the same boy she watched get shot stuck to it. The feathers from the arrow were brown and tattered, and she knew keeping something over time would see degeneration from its original form. But the shaft was in perfect condition and the body hadn't slumped at all or fallen from the arrow breaking with time.
There was a rather good close up of the boy's sleeping features and something she couldn't pinpoint came to her. The boy looked so peaceful and attractive, but he reminded her of someone. That was the most absurd thing in the world because not only could this boy NOT be real, but it was also a dream.
Of course...that didn't explain the marble or the current twin she was living through.
It MIGHT be possible she was incorporating things she saw in everyday life into a dream. She knew that happened from high school Psychology. In a dream, you could make whatever you wanted and didn't have to give it rhyme or reason.
Was she doing this now?
The emotions from the first girl were rather close to hers, and this had almost everything she wanted and didn't or would never have.
Perhaps she WAS making it up...if not for the notion of deep recollection with both and that she knew this boy from somewhere.
Maybe she dated someone like him in the past and stuck him in here? No, she didn't hate anyone that much to see them get shot with an arrow.
By the time she paid attention instead of musing over the whole thing, the dream progressed to a startling event. She berated herself for not paying attention when it seemed quite pertinent that she do so.
She was attached to a tree, quite painfully and without rope. The same monster that she saw in the beginning of this girl's life was holding her to it...and the boy was awake.
His tone was very scornful and the look was the same as when he and the other first met. He tried to kill this girl, which he didn't do to the other one – very interesting at that – and she watched magic happen.
She never saw magic in her life before. Even though it wasn't real, she marveled at it.
It was such a beautiful necklace - so original. She almost wanted one, except for the strange word her host uttered that sent the boy sprawling to the ground. There was such shock at that, but seeing him go through the bridge with such a comical expression made her want to laugh.
She would've if she'd been able.
She was stunned at seeing the same pink jewel...and the disturbing fact of it getting ripped out by the monster. This girl had it, unless it was a copy somehow...but she immediately knew that was impossible. Even though this girl felt a lot like the other, the inner strength – it was hard to describe - was a little weaker.
But with that strength, she was able to perceive the war still going on with that ball. In this girl's hands, it dimmed to good again and was pacified.
She didn't know what to expect at the discovery of it being shattered. When an object of glass or the like broke from a forceful blow, it normally chipped a few pieces off the main.
This, bizarrely enough, splintered into many teeny tiny pieces that she had no idea was possible. The shock and perplexity gained at seeing them fly away was equal to the girl's.
She had half a mind to ask what the hell was going on with that marble, but wanted to see where this dream was going. She could ask Inaki later, provided she remembered.
She soon met – after a discovery of a little time traveling – the most lovable thing she ever laid eyes on. Even more so than Inaki and all his quirks.
There were no words – what she understood from their language at least – to describe this mildly human species. The eyes were the same design as the boy's, but this green was so green it put emeralds to shame. And the shade of red made Sheryl and Hal look like blondes.
Her host felt a deep bond, almost like a baby brother or – what was strange for her age – mother-and-child situation. She supposed, watching all the times the girl defended the young redhead against the disgruntled boy, it might look like it despite the gross difference in physical attributes.
Not so later, the three came across another person in their search. She was unhappy to see how this boy acted, even if the mood was a definite relief from feeling the other boy's.
His flirting reminded her of some of Inaki's friends and Sam...except no way would Sam go around touching other people's rear ends for no reason.
Well...not ALL the time maybe...
She wondered about the earrings and low ponytail...since she figured monks – as she got from his clothes and classes – shaved their heads. Perhaps in other areas?
She took in this groper using the girl's mind and inner strength. He was VERY powerful. He was definitely a monk who had an effective way to use it. She knew he was rather religious, when he wanted to be, by the few times she saw him preside over a deceased. She respected him because of that and could tell why the girl considered him a close friend despite the occasional grope.
She mirrored the girl's relief when the monk set his sights on a different girl she soon met.
Also the only companion more huggable and cute than the redhead child!
If she had her way, she would've picked the thing up and hugged it to death. Such a cute cat! Even though she could tell it wasn't normal – as anyone could see by the two tails and pink eyes! – that wouldn't have deterred her.
She soon found the two girls to be close friends, almost classified as best friends. This other girl reminded her of the first life she witnessed in the comparison of not showing many emotions and being a strong warrior.
This small group was a rather oddball one, but they mixed well. The girl got along well with everybody...even the disgruntled boy after a while...while the warrior got along with all except the monk. She knew that was a farce and the more she watched, the more she saw romance blooming under the surface. She felt as relationship scheming as the girl did when it came to getting those two together.
The monk was like her host in congeniality around everyone, except he couldn't keep hands off the other girl. It was mildly nice watching him get beat into submission and funny to see. Such a powerful person getting beat by a girl. She wanted to laugh.
The redhead seemed to be spiteful to the disgruntled boy, but she could almost sense a competition for her goodwill. She wondered if the child DID consider this girl his mother after a while...but that would be normal after so much babying and protection. Otherwise he was much behaved with the others and got along with them.
The gold-eyed boy seemed to want to get along with no one, even her host. She found that endearing after a while, as the girl did, because they could both tell it was a front. The happiness, nativity, and concern the girl showed knocked his defenses away.
She thought it was cute when he worried about her more than that ball he seemed to obsess over. To her, that's when it all altered and the boy was changed.
Heartbreak seemed to revolve around this boy quite a bit. Through some screwed up twist of fate, the girl from her first viewing returned to life and took her with. She didn't know how it was possible, but one second she was in her look-alike's body, and then she was in the first one again.
She never noticed how much those two looked similar until they were together.
She wanted to shout to the girl when she attacked the boy, though there was adoration and maybe even love there. Every horrid emotion felt before the girl's death rose and washed out all emotion...even when the other started pulling her back.
It was the oddest of things to be in two different people, as the vengeful girl was still alive.
She quickly deduced from everything she saw regarding those two, that they had the same soul. It was quite easy considering she was first in one, then another, than split in two. From then on, she watched two diverse viewpoints at the same time they happened. That was confusing enough without the two girls meeting up.
They met up a few times and it was always over the boy. She felt love and hate of the first host, and a pure love from the second. Love triangles were a bitch and she knew this from being in one with Hal and after breaking up with Brad.
The second girl had something else that she would've wanted if she weren't so lucky to meet Inaki. This love toward the boy was so deep, genuine, and compromising it stunned her. So many things happened, yet she always had this stretch of forgiveness.
Love was a wondrous thing and she could mirror that thought by a few horrible things Inaki did to her since the beginning.
She was so happy to see when the love was reciprocated, at least subtly. Her perceptions were still split in two, but the sides seemed to be slipping. The first host was more resigned to let the boy go than in the beginning. They were both sad, but she had to admit, the first was definitely mature about it.
Aside from that one attempted murder of the other girl.
She didn't understand the words since the beginning, but being able to look at facial expressions and watch the body move helped more than she thought. She gained much understanding and almost felt words didn't matter. Sure they would clear up about half the questions she kept getting, but she was slowly getting the gist of it.
It wasn't hard to hate the single man who seemed to be the cause of all hatred. She took one look into his face and felt contempt like none other. The entire group seemed to hate him for a reason, some that were easy to figure out and some she was left in the dark on.
There were many battles with him, each steadily growing more dangerous and magical. The second host, she soon found to be almost MORE powerful than the first. She considered their being equal if they were connected, but surpassing was quite a feat.
The first was so strong already.
It seemed to take forever until the final battle came. Like any story, there's a beginning, middle, and end. This seemed more prolonged than normal, but did happen.
It was so intense. Everyone the in the little group was there fighting as hard as they could with what they could. Some of the perceived enemies were there as well, along with many of the monsters she saw from the first girl's life.
She watched with rapt attention, feeling on the edge of her seat if she was seated. It was horrible to think, but this was so exciting!
She felt drawn to this battle over the others. Because it was the last? For having watched so many, she would have the satisfaction of knowing the bad guy would be beaten, both couples would be together and happy, and that marble – which seemed to be the cause of it all – would be disposed of somehow.
The battle went into sudden slow motion and she perked to awareness. She was supposed to be paying attention and looked at the scene as much as the views allowed.
Destruction.
Pain.
Weariness.
Death.
Determination.
Ambush.
LOOK OUT!!
She wanted to scream it, wanted to scream period. The horror she felt was hers and the host's. That feeling was felt together more than once, the second time worse than the first.
She was too stunned to form coherent thoughts and could only watch the view shift to some kind of living tentacle stabbed through the girl's body near the left shoulder. The pain felt was not her own, but she felt it regardless.
She wished a swift death for the girl from that, wished to wake up now. This somehow got out of hand and turned to the realm of nightmares.
But it wouldn't release her.
The evil WAS defeated...but there was a price to pay. There was ALWAYS a price.
The once disgruntled boy filled her vision as it swam. Pain was getting stronger by the second and it hurt just to breathe. Again, this girl was dying, much like the other had before and during battle.
Both were still so in love with him, through all triangles and trials.
It wasn't fair!
She wanted to scream her outrage that the happy-ever-after deserved to happen after all the shit the group had been put through. She wished there was something to do to keep the girl from dying and wipe the anguish from the boy's face.
She saw and sensed how much bad happened in his life and wanted more than anything to give him some good...but she was merely a spectator.
And this WAS still a dream...
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She knew the girl died by total blackness surrounding again. Whether or not she was left until a different section came she didn't know, but she was tired of looking.
No more... There was so much death, violence, and love it hurt her heart to see. She couldn't imagine having to LIVE through all that! She wanted out of this dream. She didn't want to be here anymore.
In the midst of mourning for the characters, there was a sudden sharp pain stabbing her shoulder and a ghostly hand floated to try and touch it. It burned in a way and reminded her of terrible heartburn that directed in a specific spot.
The left section of her shoulder.
She tried to rub it, feeling she was actually doing so, though she couldn't see. She wanted to grit her teeth, to cry out against it, to look at it and find the cause.
But she couldn't see a thing.
Amidst the pain, she got an almost creepy feeling of not being alone. She was scared at first; instinctively trying to feel everything threatening from what was out there. There seemed nothing bad, though she didn't relax much.
This presence seemed too familiar to not think about and her mind churned. It was also very demanding and she got that from experience of feeling things through the two girls.
I want my body back.
She startled and screamed, turning in the darkness with no body, trying to see without sight.
Did she just hear right?! What did that mean?? Why did that voice sound incredibly familiar?
You don't understand – I have to go back to him! Give me back my body!
She shivered at the need and insistence, shrinking back.
What was she supposed to do now??
She wrenched awake by the grace of god and shakily tried to get her breath. Hands clutched her head at the lightheadedness that assaulted her.
She tried to gain her wits. A hand grabbed the sheets and tossed them off, nearly roasting under such a flimsy thing.
Her heart rate was WAY too fast to be normal, even awake, and she shakily got to her feet. She inched the door open, expecting someone to be there, and warily looked around with wide eyes. It was deserted and she would've felt like an idiot – as she lived there for years already – if she didn't have the overpowering feeling someone was there.
Her throat was dry and screaming for water, so she chanced a sprint to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She was being incredibly childish, but the fear of eyes watching from a dark corner was freaking her out.
And she was freaking herself out. With the help of that bizarre dream too.
She risked flicking the lights on and effectively blinded herself. The off-balanced feeling hadn't left and she turned the faucet on cold, hoping it would help and cool her down.
After getting enough to drink and take her temperature down a few degrees, the water squeaked off and a hand groped for a towel. She pressed it against her face, feeling loads better and a lot more awake. The petty fears that plagued her seemed child's play and she was rolling her eyes that she was scared in the first place.
A few rubs dried everything and she checked to make sure. A double-take at her reflection had her dropping the towel in near horror and peering so close breath fogged the glass.
She felt a lot of shock, horror, and confusion during her dream. Hell, they all seemed common occurrences with the two bits she experienced. They converged on her again in record highs at seeing her reflection.
Hands ran over her skin. She pinched a cheek, watching it avidly in the mirror, but felt pain and knew she was unquestionably awake.
And her eyes were still BROWN.
'Why are they brown, why are they BROWN, WHYARETHEYBROWN?!' She screened, hands tightly gripping the sink.
She had to be dreaming, that's all there was to it! Her eyes were too deep a green to be anything else and did NOT change color with emotions! Sam's changed from light to dark blue sometimes, but hers DID. NOT.
A hand suddenly slapped her across the face and quickly looked again, hoping that helped.
Still brown...
Her breath accelerated rapidly. "I'm still dreaming. I have to be. This doesn't make sense. I felt pain there and I shouldn't have. What's going on? WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!"
She couldn't take sight off her eyes. The face was the same in every aspect except the irises. Medical science had no explanation for this, but she would LOVE to drop this on them.
In the deep quiet, shock and dread in her face slowly melted away to lack of emotion. It terrified her more...considering HER face hadn't changed at all!
You didn't do as I asked...
Hearing the same voice before her dream ended in her ears, though the reflection's mouth didn't move, caused quite a chain reaction.
In one motion, she jerked back from the sink, shrieked for all she was worth, and lost her balance.
She stumbled into the other wall, harshly striking her head against it and getting the beginning of an impressive headache. She slumped to the floor, peering at the mirror as if something would crawl from it any second, body pushing against the wall with the wish to go through it and keep going.
This wasn't happening! She was still asleep – she HAD to be!!
Her body shook with such intensity, teeth clicked together a few times. Her breathing went faster and hyperventilation started taking hold. It didn't help the pain in her head, but it swarmed in and she couldn't control it.
The door suddenly swung open and revealed a wide awake best friend, one who rushed in and kneeled to her side in a second.
"K what's going on?! Calm down and breathe! Deep, slow breaths now!" Sam snagged the hand towel lying haphazardly on the sink and shoved it over her mouth. "Here, breathe into this, it'll help. God, what happened?? I heard you scream! It's okay...calm down, it'll be okay."
Having Sam around was like a fire to burn away the horror of it all. The solidity she projected, along with the arms sturdily wrapped around her torso, helped gradually pull her from the twilight zone. It took a few more minutes of forcing herself to take deep breaths before she was back to normal.
It all sapped her strength and she leaned against the pudgy girl. A hand went through her lengthy hair and did more to comfort her...even if she snuck a few glances at the mirror with wide eyes.
"You've got an incredible bump on your head. How did you do that?"
She winced when Sam gently felt her crown. "I fell against the wall next to the window."
Sam's mouth pressed to a thin line. "You're lucky you didn't hit the GLASS."
She glumly nodded, feeling sleep weigh on her. "Don't I know it." Sleep was SO not on her list of things to do right now. She didn't want to go back to bed and get swallowed up in some freaky dream she couldn't escape from.
Not to mention be assaulted by bits of those dreams in the too real waking world.
As Sam made to stand, she latched onto an arm, looking with pleading eyes. "Sam...do you mind if...if I...just for tonight...can I bunk with you??"
Stunned blue met hers, but her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't be alone right now!
Sam conceded with a nod and compassionate smile. "Let me get you something for your head or you won't be able to sleep through that."
She wouldn't mind the pain keeping her up, but perhaps the girl's presence would be enough to get her through the rest of the night.
She was betting everything on that right now.
She stood and leaned against the wall farthest from the mirror, suspiciously watching it swing open and closed after Sam retrieved the prize. She took both aspirin and jumped slightly when the door clicked shut on the magnet.
She stared at the petrified image greeting her, glad it was her own, but noticed something even from the other side of the room.
One eye was emerald green, but the other was a deep earthy brown.
@~~~~~ Time for the fifth commentary. Was everyone confused? You were mildly supposed to be. Since the series isn't over and we have no clue what'll happen (as the manga is STILL continued), I'm forced to stretch the creative license here. This rather large dream sequence has a LOT of hints to the final battle with Naraku, and if you reread a few times and think, you might get it. This commentary will deal with Sam. I have pretty detailed profiles for her, and I'll share a few things that make up the little fireball everyone has come to see as the comic relief on K's side.
ROOMMATE-SAMANTHA MERTH
**Physical appearance**
Height-5'6' Weight-115 lbs Eye color-Light blue Hair-Ash blonde...layered shoulder level with no bangs Skin tone-fair Age-21 Birthday-October 16, 2076
General physical structure is short with a hint of chubbiness. Descent is French, Dutch, and Spanish.
**Normal emotional behavior**
Perky. Easy to get along with. A little high-strung at times. Outgoing. Bluntly honest. Works well with others. A slight ditz. A little forgetful on some things. Gets bored slightly easy. Slight meddler. A tad weird.
**Habits**
Doesn't always wash dishes-sets them in sink and forgets sometimes. Takes long, hot showers. Likes to dress up for fun. Paints in spare time. Keeps finger and toe nails well-manicured. Often grips about the heat and humidity.
**Surroundings**
Goes to Florida State University and is junior at start of story. Works at strip mall close to house Monday through Friday, 5-10 p.m. Works at 'Hyatt' hotel Saturday and Sunday, 7 a.m.-12 p.m.
**Hobbies**
Makes art. Finding something to do around the house. Rearranging furniture in the living room. (fan of change) Watches 'chick flicks' with Kalie every Sunday night, mostly as tradition and to spend time together.
The next ten chapters are going to be freak central. The angst, drama, mystery, and information are going to abound here. The plot has officially started and I'm wading in faster than I did with the other chapters. Now that everyone has a grasp on my original characters, it's time for Kagome and Inuyasha to make their appearances. And if I play it right, no one is going to feel too happy with them either. That's what I'm theorizing anyway...I have explanations to back up everything in this story too if anyone asks.
Next commentary will deal with some explanations. For those who have questions up to chapter 60 and want more detailed answers than ones I've emailed, email me or put them in reviews. I will compile them and put a bunch in the sixth - how much depends on who responds. (Depending on the load and space, I might make the seventh hold more...I also have to be careful, as ffnet is getting even pickier about AN.) I know people are madly confused, so this'll help explain some thought processes I have. Few have been able to insinuate guesses (at least that I know of), so this will tell you how off or on you were. ^^ (Can't believe how SHORT this is! ::faints:: )
The Twilight Zone has officially been opened! ~~~~~@