Please, if you have any hearts at all, don't be mad!
I've got a computer filled with nasty little computer-thingies, so please forgive my non-writing-ness.
I'm so sad.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!
(Sniffles)
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Chapter #10
Kikyo watched the laughing girl through the mirror.
The enchanted glass had been a present from Naraku, and was proving to be quite useful.
He hadn't killed.
She hadn't had any doubt that Naraku couldn't kill the girl—he never had been the strong type—but this was annoying.
Kagome wasn't even maimed. A nice injury would have been nice, but it looked like the girl didn't even get scratched.
How depressing.
But then again, mental torture always was the best kind.
Leaning over her spelled mirror, Kikyo whispered,
"fear him
--now--
hate him
--soon--
kill him
--then--"
This was going to be fun.
Over at the castle...
Kagome jerked up from her stew.
fear him
--now--
hate him
--soon--
kill him
--then--
What the heck was up with that?
She glanced nervously at the laughing people around her.
Should she tell someone?
What could she tell them anyway?
Oh, Sango? Now I'm hearing voices, and I think I'm supposed to kill Inuyasha. But other then that I'm just peachy.
Right.
This place was too warm and happy now. Kagome couldn't spoil it.
She'd tell someone later.
"Sango, will you bear my child?"
"No."
"Sango, will you bear my child?"
"No."
"Sango, will you bear my child?"
"No."
Kagome leaned forward. "Sango, will you not bear his child?"
"NO!" Sango frowned. "Wait..."
"YES!!!" Miroku leaped up in the air, flashing the victory sign to anyone who looked his way. Then he threw himself at Sango. "I knew you'd eventually give in! I knew it! Kagome, for your help, I promise to name our first child after you."
"Wah—wah—wah—" Sango blinked confusedly from Miroku's arms. "What?"
"Yo Miroku!" Inuyasha called. "Dibs on best man!"
"I get to be the maid of honor!" Kagome screeched excitedly.
Rin stood on her chair. "I wanna be flower girl!"
Kaugra beamed. "I'll make the dress!"
"Oh!" Myouga waved a spatula. "I'll bake the cake!"
"And I," Sesshoumaru growled in to his salad, "will sit here and hate all of you."
"He's just jealous," Rin said in a stage whisper, "'cause he doesn't get to wear a dress."
There was quite a bit of snickering at that.
Yep, this place was definitely perfect.
Did that mean Kagome actually wanted to stay here?
Too many questions, Kagome decided. There are far too many questions to stay here. Eventually they'll get bored of me and I can go home.
But that insisting voice in the corner of her mind wouldn't shut up.
Where exactly is home anyway?
fear him
--now--
hate him
--soon--
kill him
--then--
Ooooh...this is getting pretty juicey, eh?
I'll get strait to work on the next chapter!
(Smiles!)