We went to see Van Helsing last night. I read some reviews that said it was bad, but I liked it. You can't entirely take it seriously, but it's fun. And I absolutely love Anna's clothes. The ending part (if you've seen it you'll know what I mean, if not then go see it!) was kinda weird because of the way the whole grieving thing was done; half of me was thinking "That's heartbreakingly sad!" and half of me was thinking "That's heartbreakingly corny!". Oh well…it's a lot of fun; you should all go see it. And I love the monk—er, friar—partly because he used to play Diver Dan on Sea Change and partly because he is Faramir from LotR.
The review I read said that the transformations would give me nightmares, but I didn't get any. I did have a really weird dream though, where I was running around a place that was a cross between my grandmother's house and a science lab with my friend Camille and some girl I swear I've never met before and then I was trying to send my belongings out to sea so I could go on a quest and then Diana Digarmo and Simon Cowell were dating.
Not that any of you care.
Disclaimer: sniff…no…sniff …I d-don't…hic own Inu-Y-y-yasha…blows nose
Evil Thing O' The Day: my brother. He has to make twenty shields by Thursday but will not get a move on! Oh and my stupid English project. It is HARD. I don't suppose any of you have advice on how to write a poem explaining the beliefs of Boo Radley, Aunt Alexandra, Calpurnia, Atticus Finch, Jem Finch, or Mr. Dolphus Raymond?
On with the insanity…
Sango rose out of sleep but didn't open her eyes. She should get up, she knew that, but it was so comfortable lying in the warm bed, the weight of an arm pleasant on her waist.
The weight…of an arm? Sango opened her eyes and sat up with a yelp.
What the hell does he think he's doing? she thought as she moved his arm off of her lap. Miroku, you baka, what're you trying to do, kill me?
Sango rubbed her forehead with the heel of her hand, turning to look at him. His hair had come undone, falling out of its rattail and over his face. She brushed it back behind his ears. Someone had rebandaged his cheek, and she knew if she checked his knee it would also have been seen to.
He looks different when he's asleep, she thought. I'm used to the innocent, carefree front he puts on. But now…I can see that he has troubles, cares, worries, sorrows…but he's still so peaceful. She ran her fingers along the line of his jaw, fighting the urge to lie down again and curl up with him.
"Agent Sango?"
Sango yelped again and jumped. "K! Don't do that."
"I heard ye yell before. Is everything all right?"
"Oh! Yes. I was just a little surprised," she said blandly. Just a little surprised…yeah right, he nearly gave me a heart attack!
K smiled knowingly. "Of course. Go take a shower and let me deal with him. I want the two of ye to look at something."
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"…And so the Shikon no Tama, born of a corrupted heart and filled with both human and demonic power, was given into the care of the priestess Kikyo.
"Kikyo guarded it well. Though many demons attacked her in hopes of gaining the Jewel, she fought them off with her mystical powers and superior skill with a bow. She took the jewel back to her village so that she could erect more permanent wards."
Sango came to the end of the passage and took a drink of the orange juice that was all that remained of her breakfast. K sat across from her and Miroku next to her, she with a cup of herbal tea, he nursing a mug of coffee.
She turned to the next passage K had marked and began to read again.
"'Were there any survivors?' Kikyo called, rushing to the still-smoldering house.
"'But one, Lady Kikyo,' Tsuki replied. 'Onigumo'
"'Let me see him,' Kikyo commanded. She gasped as she saw the charred wretch that was Onigumo. 'Poor man. Take him to the cave nearby. I will care for him.'
"And so Onigumo was placed in the care of the priestess Kikyo. She did the very best she could for him, but he was a bitter man and often cruel to her.
"For months Kikyo took care of Onigumo, healing his burns to the best of her ability. He began to lust after her, desire her, but she refused his advances. This only fueled his bitterness. He grew bitterer every day until he was no longer bitter; he was evil.
"With his heart tainted thus, Onigumo became the perfect vessel for demons. Thousands and thousands of them, all lesser demons, came to Onigumo and tricked him into letting them take over his body. He became the demon Naraku."
Sango turned to the last page and began to read again.
"Naraku was defeated, and Kikyo returned to her village.
"She may have won the battle, but not decisively. Naraku was not dead, only delayed in his quest for the Shikon no Tama. Kikyo had sustained so many wounds that she was near dying.
"So Kikyo made the hardest decision of her life. She refused all medical attention and let herself bleed to death. Before she died, she told the villagers to burn the Jewel with her body. Naraku would never have it."
Sango closed the book and reached for a pile of papers. "What is this?"
"We found it in her house. It be plans for a sequel to her book."
"You searched her house?" Sango said in disbelief.
"Last night. As soon as we heard about the book we searched her house for anything else. And it be a good thing we did."
Sango raised her eyebrows and began to read.
"Demon's Dream by Kagome Higurashi. A sequel to Demon's Goal.
"Prewriting:
"Kagome—Human. The reincarnation of Kikyo who has been transported to the past from the present day.
"Sango—Human. A demon exterminator whose family was killed by Naraku.
"Miroku—Human. A Buddhist monk with a cursed hand. Is eager to produce an heir to fight Naraku."
Miroku made a noise of indignation. Sango bit back a grin and continued.
"Kaede—Human. Kikyo's younger sister (now in her 50s)
"Naraku—Demon. The antagonist. Bears a spider-shaped scar on his back.
"Sesshomaru—Demon. Inu-Yasha's cousin.
"Kouga—Demon. Considers Kagome 'his woman'
"Inu-Yasha—?"
Sango stopped reading and rubbed her throat. It was sore and her mouth was dry. Miroku poured her more orange juice and patted her hand. She jumped a little but smiled at him.
"Wow," he said.
"Yeah," she agreed.
"It would seem she was thinking of writing another book with all of us in it."
"Yeah," Sango said again. "She got everything right, too; Sesshomaru and Kouga as demons, her as the reincarnation of Kikyo, even you and me and K…and Inu-Yasha. Look. She couldn't decide whether or not to make him human or demon."
"Part of her knows," Miroku said. "She's a writer, she's observant, and she has the memories of every Kikyo. She knows he's a hanyou."
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Wahaha semi-cliffie. I'm not crazy about this chapter but oh well, it's important to the plot.
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