DISCLAIMER: I don't own InuYasha
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Strange Interlude
Chapter 13
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The horrific demon of burnt feathers and cracked talons was now latched onto the girl's previously draping legs. The creature flapped its wings to give it lift and exposed the rest of the girl from the protective hologram. Its fierce yellow eyes widened in intelligence. It now understood what it earlier had not.
Master wanted this human.
All the while Jennifer screamed. The pain of the poisonous claws digging into her flesh and bones was excruciating. When the flying monstrosity had swept back its wings to pull itself and the human higher, the force of gravity caused its claws to dig deeper into her legs, almost to the point where they almost came through the other side. The pain was so intense that she was on the verge of fainting. She had only moments before looked up into the sky to find her death flying straight toward her. Now she wondered if death would have been better than this torture.
As it flew skyward, Jennifer's body swung precariously below the bird demon. Gathering up her energy she swung herself forward and grabbed onto the demon's feet. She thought that if she could reduce the pull on her legs they wouldn't get torn to shreds. She reached farther up the legs of the beast and held on for dear life.
The miasmic fumes being expelled from the demon's feathers suddenly became thicker, and the bird uttered a low and forewarning squawk. Jennifer tried to cover her nose and mouth, but to no avail. The fumes entered her lungs and she began to cough. She clasped even tighter to the griffin's black and bloody legs causing it expel more of the noxious gas.
It then peered down at the oddly contorted human and let go of one of her legs. The released leg hung loose, blood freely streaming from the wound. The creature moved its free leg over the girl's head and widened its talons. It would strike at the girl's skull and end her annoying existence.
The claws came down and Jennifer closed her eyes, once again expecting death.
{Stop,} the malevolent creator's voice spoke.
And the incarnation stopped his attack. Jennifer had heard the voice too--a hideous voice. The chill the voice sent through her already shaking body made her stomach flip and her breath still.
It spoke again, {I want the girl alive.}
Jennifer knew this voice.
{...and in one piece...}
There was only one demon she could think of that had a voice as evil and harsh as this.
{So unless you want to die, it is advisable that you take those claws from her.}
"Naraku," Jennifer whispered.
The winged creature shuddered at the utterance of its creator's name. It grudgingly wrapped the claws that were about to decapitate the suffering human around her waist. Then, removing the other claws from her torn legs and placed them next to the other ones on her waist, paying extra care so as to not injure the girl any further.
Blood streamed out of the open wounds as they were exposed to the air, introducing Jennifer to a new awareness of pain. She winced, murmured, and reached for her legs to comfort them, but the demon's hold prevented her from doing so.
She squirmed in discomfort and pain, beginning to cry. She then called out for Sesshomaru to come and rescue her, semi-consciously knowing that her plea would never reach him.
Naraku, the despicable assemblage of human and demon, laughed at her foolish desire of her prince rescuing her, {Surely you know your muffled cries are useless—no one can save you.}
Tears in freefall, Jennifer's future seemed glum. With nothing else to do, she thinks.
{What is to happen to me? What does Naraku have planned? Will I ever get to see Sesshomaru again? Or worse, what will happen if I don't get to return him his clothing? Will he even care that I've gone and died?}
For a moment there is silence. All that is heard is the creature's irregular flapping, the force of the wind against the floating bodies, and the weeping of the human girl in Sesshomaru's clothing.
After a minute, Naraku spoke again—an edge of annoyance in his voice, {Child, I cannot bear to hear you cry anymore. You grow pale from cold and loss of blood. Stop your tears. You are in good hands.}
Drying her eyes, "Good!?" she spat, "Your hands good? I know you!" she demanded, "I know what you'll do! You murderer!!"
{Dear child,} he whispered in a feigned caring manner, {be still and cry no more.}
Jennifer gasped as she felt an ominous force invade her mind. He played into her head an image of a room. The room was dark and undefined. There was some furniture in the room, but everything was blurry and Jennifer wasn't sure if the walls melded into the tables and chairs, or if there was really anything there to begin with. She figured there was at least something in the black room inside her mind because she found herself sitting on a faded black sofa that flowed and intertwined with a nearby easy chair. She found it hard to keep her eyes open in this dizzy place of black.
A painted wood door, in the middle of the dark wall in front of her, creaked open. There stood a rather clear and in-focus Naraku. He approached the morphing sofa, one side of his mouth sliding suspiciously upward into a smile.
Seeing Naraku's face, his wavy, dark hair flowing around him and swirling into the environment of the room, and his noticeably red eyes filled Jennifer with fear. She wondered what would happen to her now.
Naraku came close enough to take her hand. Jennifer was instantly repulsed and tried to yank her hand away, but his grip was too strong.
"I would never dream of harming you," he whispered, lifting her hand to give it a sloppy kiss.
Jennifer felt like throwing up. Her head was swirling like the room they were in. Naraku smirked as he saw her eyes roll into the back of her head.
{Something...about...that kiss...} her mind uttered before slipping unconscious.
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Jennifer awoke with a pulsating sting in her shoulder. She rubbed it vigorously with her right hand. She looked at her surroundings and wondered where she was. The room she was in was eerily plain. She was not where she was supposed to be. Which meant that her horrible nightmare must have been true. The memory of the griffin-demon raking its claws into her skin and bones came rushing fully back to her. The excruciating pain, the nauseating feeling she got from being suspended over mountain and sea as she was dragged through the air—she wondered why her legs weren't hurting right then. She hadn't noticed them at all since she had woken up. Maybe she didn't even have legs anymore.
In a rush of panic, she tore off the purple sheets that were lying on top of her. Her legs were still there, but the once bloody and inflaming wounds were gone. The only evidence that she had ever been taken by the bird were the shredded pants she was wearing.
Thinking of the horrible event made Jennifer cringe. She rubbed at her legs, surprised that they did not hurt. Despite her relief, there was some other dread she couldn't quite place. There seemed to be something she was forgetting. What had happened right before she fainted from loss of blood that horrible day? As she tried to concentrate on that wavy dream about two people trapped in a deranged room, a loud thump interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, Jennifer stared at the door. There could only be one person behind that door. Which meant that she could only be in one place. She was somehow in Naraku's castle. Did that bird drag her all the way here? Then how did she get in the room and on the bed?
Unless...
Her expression changed to that of disgust when she thought of what Naraku might have done to her. There was another thump that made her heart jump. A voice announced its presence:
"The young maiden is up. That is excellent. Have you seen how nicely I've fixed your wounds? You're quite welcome for it, my dear."
Jennifer's blood boiled, "I didn't thank you!"
She yelled even though she had no proof he had done anything to her, (besides the kidnapping), she couldn't help but feel extreme anger toward him.
"Temper, temper. We'll have to fix that."
A shrill yell sounded from somewhere within the room, causing Jennifer to bend over double and cover her ears with her hands. The sound only got louder. She felt her head grow light. He was trying to knock her out again. Not knowing what the demon might do to her once she fainted, she strained to stay conscious.
"Stop it, Naraku!" she screamed. Jennifer was at her wit's end. She could think of nothing but the awful sound, and felt herself shrinking in pain.
Involuntary tears welled up and dripped from her eyes. Like a small child, she whined, "Stop it! Stop it now, or I'll tell Sesshomaru on you!"
The paper door to the room slid open and the ear-splitting shriek stopped. Standing in the doorway was none other than the half-demon Naraku. Jennifer held her head up to look at him, sniffling and rubbing her watery eyes with her oversized sleeves.
There stood the evil man that had done this to her. He made her cry. Just when she thought she was a big girl, the mean man went and made her cry.
Sesshomaru's humongous clothes lay about her. The tie was too loose, so the sleeves were falling to her elbows. How did her shoulders get so small?
Naraku smiled wickedly and laughed. In mid-chuckle he suddenly lacked the amount of oxygen to complete the action and began to cough a vicious, hacking cough. Only a few seconds earlier his body had appeared healthy and full of vigor, but now, looked like that of an old man, haggard and frail. He looked as if he as on the verge of death. The weak demon stumbled as he walked farther into the room. His face was ghostly pale and his breath was heavy.
All of this went unnoticed by the girl.
"It's not nice to laugh at people," Jennifer whined while using her right hand to dry her face and the other to pull up her constantly falling sleeve.
Naraku spoke in a whisper now, "Hush now, my little dear. I did not mean to upset you." He kneeled next to the mat and opened his arms wide to hug her.
A red light went off in the back of Jennifer's mind. But the red light was pushed so far back into Jennifer's consciousness that she did not recognize it. Her body yearned so much to be comforted that it didn't matter from where or who it came. And despite the screamings of the remaining adult portion of her brain, her 5-year-old arms wrapped themselves around the inviting demon's frame.
+++Naraku's POV+++
"That's right, my girl..." I whispered while closing my strained and weak limbs around her tiny back. It was strange. My whole body felt as if was falling apart. And even my thoughts were exhausted. This summon magic is very tiring. I can hardly breathe.
I felt the girl nuzzle her head deeper into the folds of my vest. I smiled. At least I managed the reverse-aging spell before my body became too weak. Now, she'll be easier to train.
My lungs then heaved violently and I collapsed on the edge of the futon. The girl fell with me. She raised her head of black curls and a look of worry came over her rosy, tear-stained cheeks.
"Uncle, are you all right?"
True concern from the lips of this human—the idea made me smile. This girl was already falling to the magic. I shut my eyes in exhaustion. The girl started moving around and was making noise with the sheets. I managed to open my eyes and caught a glimpse of the tiny human laying her sheets over me. My eyes shut once more and I smiled.
"It's okay, Uncle," she whispered.
The last thing I remember before my consciousness slipped from me was the frame of the little five-year-old cuddling against mine.
O Sesshomaru, how easily I have stolen your treasure from you! You haven't the faintest idea as to what she means. How you will regret your loss!
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A/N: Ah, this chapter took too long to type. I'm so sorry for introducing over a month since the last update. I wanted to update Friday of Spring Break...but I spent all week on my IB English Oral.
So here I am. Watching Adult Swim. Witch Hunter Robin just finished. Tuesday's episode was the last of the series and quite a disappointment. Now as I watch the first episode, my attention is diverted from the art and the dialogue because Adult Swim decided to be cute and draw mustaches on everyone. How annoying. But back on the annoying ending: I want more! Where is my ending? What are Amon and Robin doing? Each other? Tell me!
Mwa-hwa-hwa-hwa! I'll just write some fanfiction.
Damn it! Now they are doing it to InuYasha too! Those bastards! (Excuse my colorful language...oh look! Green!) That annoys me so much. I should log on to adultswim .com and post something on the boards. I participated in the whole discussion about croc v. shark, expecting AS to display my message on TV, but whatever...it didn't.
Oh well, I guess it's a pretty good April fool's Joke! The mustaches...
My, my, my. Quite a long Author's Note! Well if ya wanna talk about stuff then go ahead and blab in your reviews and we can have ourselves some meaningless conversation! Now it's Question Time!
Animekitty asked, "How long had Jennifer been in Feudal Land, anyway?" This is a tricky subject. I know in descriptions I often say, "It's been a few months...several months...such a long time...blah, blah, blah." But I think by this point...it really has only been two months. The timeline is all outta whack in comparison to the actual InuYasha timeline. For instance, InuYasha's first and second Sesshomaru battles happened so quickly in this story but a lot has to happen before the InuYasha-gumi meets Sango or Totosai. So time (InuYasha time) will be screwed up but that's just something that will have to be dealt with (by you the readers...not me....I'm not going to go through any major revisions unless I really have to.) Thanks for this question, Animekitty. I was wondering if anyone cared/noticed.
Which brings us to another question. One no one asked, but one I'm sure you're all thinking about. Readers: WHERE'S InuYasha?! YOU PROMISED US InuYasha! Author: Did I really? When did I do that? Hmm...maybe I didn't...Oh well. In either case, InuYasha is coming! But it is in a long time away, I am afraid. (Kenshin-itis!) We have to get to major-fluff scene number 3.1415926... (If you didn't notice that number is pi.) Kidding. I don't have a number for it, but we get a glimpse of InuYasha in about ten chapters, and then he becomes a MAJOR part of the story in what I have dubbed "Part Two." (15-20 chapters away) Yes...I know. I'm so slow! On average this fic is getting updated once a month....it'll take years! NO! MUST...BE...FASTER!!!
Summer! Yes, summer! I'll really buckle down during summer!
THE ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF STRANGE INTERLUDE WILL BE MET WITH CELEBRATION! (July 26, peoples)
Also...if you notice, I now stand at the precipice that all novice fanfiction authors face. Somewhere close to the first major milestone...100 reviews.... I have many people who read this fic. And if you all review this chapter I hope I can reach that milestone! With your help, I can be one of the greats! In my eyes anyway... *reads last sentence* Man, I sound really self- centered!
A group of Chinese exchange students are coming Friday, and I am hosting. When I was in China in December, I met a lot of people who liked anime, but I don't know if my host sister is one of those people. I remember meeting her, but I didn't get to know her that well while I was there. I'm so excited! Can't wait! Ok, I'll shut up. This Author's Note is TOO long.
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Strange Interlude
Chapter 13
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The horrific demon of burnt feathers and cracked talons was now latched onto the girl's previously draping legs. The creature flapped its wings to give it lift and exposed the rest of the girl from the protective hologram. Its fierce yellow eyes widened in intelligence. It now understood what it earlier had not.
Master wanted this human.
All the while Jennifer screamed. The pain of the poisonous claws digging into her flesh and bones was excruciating. When the flying monstrosity had swept back its wings to pull itself and the human higher, the force of gravity caused its claws to dig deeper into her legs, almost to the point where they almost came through the other side. The pain was so intense that she was on the verge of fainting. She had only moments before looked up into the sky to find her death flying straight toward her. Now she wondered if death would have been better than this torture.
As it flew skyward, Jennifer's body swung precariously below the bird demon. Gathering up her energy she swung herself forward and grabbed onto the demon's feet. She thought that if she could reduce the pull on her legs they wouldn't get torn to shreds. She reached farther up the legs of the beast and held on for dear life.
The miasmic fumes being expelled from the demon's feathers suddenly became thicker, and the bird uttered a low and forewarning squawk. Jennifer tried to cover her nose and mouth, but to no avail. The fumes entered her lungs and she began to cough. She clasped even tighter to the griffin's black and bloody legs causing it expel more of the noxious gas.
It then peered down at the oddly contorted human and let go of one of her legs. The released leg hung loose, blood freely streaming from the wound. The creature moved its free leg over the girl's head and widened its talons. It would strike at the girl's skull and end her annoying existence.
The claws came down and Jennifer closed her eyes, once again expecting death.
{Stop,} the malevolent creator's voice spoke.
And the incarnation stopped his attack. Jennifer had heard the voice too--a hideous voice. The chill the voice sent through her already shaking body made her stomach flip and her breath still.
It spoke again, {I want the girl alive.}
Jennifer knew this voice.
{...and in one piece...}
There was only one demon she could think of that had a voice as evil and harsh as this.
{So unless you want to die, it is advisable that you take those claws from her.}
"Naraku," Jennifer whispered.
The winged creature shuddered at the utterance of its creator's name. It grudgingly wrapped the claws that were about to decapitate the suffering human around her waist. Then, removing the other claws from her torn legs and placed them next to the other ones on her waist, paying extra care so as to not injure the girl any further.
Blood streamed out of the open wounds as they were exposed to the air, introducing Jennifer to a new awareness of pain. She winced, murmured, and reached for her legs to comfort them, but the demon's hold prevented her from doing so.
She squirmed in discomfort and pain, beginning to cry. She then called out for Sesshomaru to come and rescue her, semi-consciously knowing that her plea would never reach him.
Naraku, the despicable assemblage of human and demon, laughed at her foolish desire of her prince rescuing her, {Surely you know your muffled cries are useless—no one can save you.}
Tears in freefall, Jennifer's future seemed glum. With nothing else to do, she thinks.
{What is to happen to me? What does Naraku have planned? Will I ever get to see Sesshomaru again? Or worse, what will happen if I don't get to return him his clothing? Will he even care that I've gone and died?}
For a moment there is silence. All that is heard is the creature's irregular flapping, the force of the wind against the floating bodies, and the weeping of the human girl in Sesshomaru's clothing.
After a minute, Naraku spoke again—an edge of annoyance in his voice, {Child, I cannot bear to hear you cry anymore. You grow pale from cold and loss of blood. Stop your tears. You are in good hands.}
Drying her eyes, "Good!?" she spat, "Your hands good? I know you!" she demanded, "I know what you'll do! You murderer!!"
{Dear child,} he whispered in a feigned caring manner, {be still and cry no more.}
Jennifer gasped as she felt an ominous force invade her mind. He played into her head an image of a room. The room was dark and undefined. There was some furniture in the room, but everything was blurry and Jennifer wasn't sure if the walls melded into the tables and chairs, or if there was really anything there to begin with. She figured there was at least something in the black room inside her mind because she found herself sitting on a faded black sofa that flowed and intertwined with a nearby easy chair. She found it hard to keep her eyes open in this dizzy place of black.
A painted wood door, in the middle of the dark wall in front of her, creaked open. There stood a rather clear and in-focus Naraku. He approached the morphing sofa, one side of his mouth sliding suspiciously upward into a smile.
Seeing Naraku's face, his wavy, dark hair flowing around him and swirling into the environment of the room, and his noticeably red eyes filled Jennifer with fear. She wondered what would happen to her now.
Naraku came close enough to take her hand. Jennifer was instantly repulsed and tried to yank her hand away, but his grip was too strong.
"I would never dream of harming you," he whispered, lifting her hand to give it a sloppy kiss.
Jennifer felt like throwing up. Her head was swirling like the room they were in. Naraku smirked as he saw her eyes roll into the back of her head.
{Something...about...that kiss...} her mind uttered before slipping unconscious.
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Jennifer awoke with a pulsating sting in her shoulder. She rubbed it vigorously with her right hand. She looked at her surroundings and wondered where she was. The room she was in was eerily plain. She was not where she was supposed to be. Which meant that her horrible nightmare must have been true. The memory of the griffin-demon raking its claws into her skin and bones came rushing fully back to her. The excruciating pain, the nauseating feeling she got from being suspended over mountain and sea as she was dragged through the air—she wondered why her legs weren't hurting right then. She hadn't noticed them at all since she had woken up. Maybe she didn't even have legs anymore.
In a rush of panic, she tore off the purple sheets that were lying on top of her. Her legs were still there, but the once bloody and inflaming wounds were gone. The only evidence that she had ever been taken by the bird were the shredded pants she was wearing.
Thinking of the horrible event made Jennifer cringe. She rubbed at her legs, surprised that they did not hurt. Despite her relief, there was some other dread she couldn't quite place. There seemed to be something she was forgetting. What had happened right before she fainted from loss of blood that horrible day? As she tried to concentrate on that wavy dream about two people trapped in a deranged room, a loud thump interrupted her thoughts.
Startled, Jennifer stared at the door. There could only be one person behind that door. Which meant that she could only be in one place. She was somehow in Naraku's castle. Did that bird drag her all the way here? Then how did she get in the room and on the bed?
Unless...
Her expression changed to that of disgust when she thought of what Naraku might have done to her. There was another thump that made her heart jump. A voice announced its presence:
"The young maiden is up. That is excellent. Have you seen how nicely I've fixed your wounds? You're quite welcome for it, my dear."
Jennifer's blood boiled, "I didn't thank you!"
She yelled even though she had no proof he had done anything to her, (besides the kidnapping), she couldn't help but feel extreme anger toward him.
"Temper, temper. We'll have to fix that."
A shrill yell sounded from somewhere within the room, causing Jennifer to bend over double and cover her ears with her hands. The sound only got louder. She felt her head grow light. He was trying to knock her out again. Not knowing what the demon might do to her once she fainted, she strained to stay conscious.
"Stop it, Naraku!" she screamed. Jennifer was at her wit's end. She could think of nothing but the awful sound, and felt herself shrinking in pain.
Involuntary tears welled up and dripped from her eyes. Like a small child, she whined, "Stop it! Stop it now, or I'll tell Sesshomaru on you!"
The paper door to the room slid open and the ear-splitting shriek stopped. Standing in the doorway was none other than the half-demon Naraku. Jennifer held her head up to look at him, sniffling and rubbing her watery eyes with her oversized sleeves.
There stood the evil man that had done this to her. He made her cry. Just when she thought she was a big girl, the mean man went and made her cry.
Sesshomaru's humongous clothes lay about her. The tie was too loose, so the sleeves were falling to her elbows. How did her shoulders get so small?
Naraku smiled wickedly and laughed. In mid-chuckle he suddenly lacked the amount of oxygen to complete the action and began to cough a vicious, hacking cough. Only a few seconds earlier his body had appeared healthy and full of vigor, but now, looked like that of an old man, haggard and frail. He looked as if he as on the verge of death. The weak demon stumbled as he walked farther into the room. His face was ghostly pale and his breath was heavy.
All of this went unnoticed by the girl.
"It's not nice to laugh at people," Jennifer whined while using her right hand to dry her face and the other to pull up her constantly falling sleeve.
Naraku spoke in a whisper now, "Hush now, my little dear. I did not mean to upset you." He kneeled next to the mat and opened his arms wide to hug her.
A red light went off in the back of Jennifer's mind. But the red light was pushed so far back into Jennifer's consciousness that she did not recognize it. Her body yearned so much to be comforted that it didn't matter from where or who it came. And despite the screamings of the remaining adult portion of her brain, her 5-year-old arms wrapped themselves around the inviting demon's frame.
+++Naraku's POV+++
"That's right, my girl..." I whispered while closing my strained and weak limbs around her tiny back. It was strange. My whole body felt as if was falling apart. And even my thoughts were exhausted. This summon magic is very tiring. I can hardly breathe.
I felt the girl nuzzle her head deeper into the folds of my vest. I smiled. At least I managed the reverse-aging spell before my body became too weak. Now, she'll be easier to train.
My lungs then heaved violently and I collapsed on the edge of the futon. The girl fell with me. She raised her head of black curls and a look of worry came over her rosy, tear-stained cheeks.
"Uncle, are you all right?"
True concern from the lips of this human—the idea made me smile. This girl was already falling to the magic. I shut my eyes in exhaustion. The girl started moving around and was making noise with the sheets. I managed to open my eyes and caught a glimpse of the tiny human laying her sheets over me. My eyes shut once more and I smiled.
"It's okay, Uncle," she whispered.
The last thing I remember before my consciousness slipped from me was the frame of the little five-year-old cuddling against mine.
O Sesshomaru, how easily I have stolen your treasure from you! You haven't the faintest idea as to what she means. How you will regret your loss!
~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*() _+~!@#$%^&*()_+
A/N: Ah, this chapter took too long to type. I'm so sorry for introducing over a month since the last update. I wanted to update Friday of Spring Break...but I spent all week on my IB English Oral.
So here I am. Watching Adult Swim. Witch Hunter Robin just finished. Tuesday's episode was the last of the series and quite a disappointment. Now as I watch the first episode, my attention is diverted from the art and the dialogue because Adult Swim decided to be cute and draw mustaches on everyone. How annoying. But back on the annoying ending: I want more! Where is my ending? What are Amon and Robin doing? Each other? Tell me!
Mwa-hwa-hwa-hwa! I'll just write some fanfiction.
Damn it! Now they are doing it to InuYasha too! Those bastards! (Excuse my colorful language...oh look! Green!) That annoys me so much. I should log on to adultswim .com and post something on the boards. I participated in the whole discussion about croc v. shark, expecting AS to display my message on TV, but whatever...it didn't.
Oh well, I guess it's a pretty good April fool's Joke! The mustaches...
My, my, my. Quite a long Author's Note! Well if ya wanna talk about stuff then go ahead and blab in your reviews and we can have ourselves some meaningless conversation! Now it's Question Time!
Animekitty asked, "How long had Jennifer been in Feudal Land, anyway?" This is a tricky subject. I know in descriptions I often say, "It's been a few months...several months...such a long time...blah, blah, blah." But I think by this point...it really has only been two months. The timeline is all outta whack in comparison to the actual InuYasha timeline. For instance, InuYasha's first and second Sesshomaru battles happened so quickly in this story but a lot has to happen before the InuYasha-gumi meets Sango or Totosai. So time (InuYasha time) will be screwed up but that's just something that will have to be dealt with (by you the readers...not me....I'm not going to go through any major revisions unless I really have to.) Thanks for this question, Animekitty. I was wondering if anyone cared/noticed.
Which brings us to another question. One no one asked, but one I'm sure you're all thinking about. Readers: WHERE'S InuYasha?! YOU PROMISED US InuYasha! Author: Did I really? When did I do that? Hmm...maybe I didn't...Oh well. In either case, InuYasha is coming! But it is in a long time away, I am afraid. (Kenshin-itis!) We have to get to major-fluff scene number 3.1415926... (If you didn't notice that number is pi.) Kidding. I don't have a number for it, but we get a glimpse of InuYasha in about ten chapters, and then he becomes a MAJOR part of the story in what I have dubbed "Part Two." (15-20 chapters away) Yes...I know. I'm so slow! On average this fic is getting updated once a month....it'll take years! NO! MUST...BE...FASTER!!!
Summer! Yes, summer! I'll really buckle down during summer!
THE ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF STRANGE INTERLUDE WILL BE MET WITH CELEBRATION! (July 26, peoples)
Also...if you notice, I now stand at the precipice that all novice fanfiction authors face. Somewhere close to the first major milestone...100 reviews.... I have many people who read this fic. And if you all review this chapter I hope I can reach that milestone! With your help, I can be one of the greats! In my eyes anyway... *reads last sentence* Man, I sound really self- centered!
A group of Chinese exchange students are coming Friday, and I am hosting. When I was in China in December, I met a lot of people who liked anime, but I don't know if my host sister is one of those people. I remember meeting her, but I didn't get to know her that well while I was there. I'm so excited! Can't wait! Ok, I'll shut up. This Author's Note is TOO long.
Goodnight everybody and PLEASE REVIEW! |
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