Niroku's Story

Chapter 7: It's Time

Angel: Finally, I think I'm going to get more time to type. I hope. Book Em is over (for those who don't know, Book Em is an after school club), so that's one less thing I have to do. Of course, I might be persuaded to write more if I knew I was writing for an audience of more than four. Also, I really do need help with the plot. Any and all suggestions would be much appreciated.

Reviewers: Tolea—I feel so unloved now… :sniffle, sniffle: Anyway, I have to keep you people reading somehow! Apparently, most people are too scared to review, but that's okay. I'm scary and proud of it!

Ashley—You're quite welcome! I'm glad you like the story. As for Sesshomaru, I think we should let him decide who he loves. It's not very fair if we decide for him. Thanks for reviewing more than one chapter!

Angel:assumes Jedi meditation pose and levitates: Own Inuyasha, I do not, young Padawan. Forbidden to Jedi, possession is. Thus, money, I do not have. Money you will not get if you sue.

Deidra: Jesus Christ, this chick is crazy!

Angel: What? Fries go good with gravy?

Deidra:shakes head:

CHAPTER START

"Wait," Airi said. "I wasn't here when this Naraku character was Sesshomaru's enemy, but from what I've heard, he's really strong. He's killed you once before, Niroku, so what makes either of you think you can just waltz up to him and kill him?"

The two looked at her.

"But we can't just let him get away with it," Maraku objected.

"Who ever said he was getting away with it? My point is, you should train and then go kill him when it's not suicide to do so. Besides, what being with a heart would kill his own children?" Airi pointed out.

"You're right, you've never met Naraku. That's clear," Niroku commented grimly. "He'd have no problem with killing us. He has no care for anyone but himself."

"Now, was this proved before or after you were born?" Airi asked shrewdly.

"Before."

"Ah. That's it. A person's entire outlook on life can change after he or she has a child. Maybe he's changed."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Niroku snorted.

"If you want, I can help you train," Sesshomaru offered.

The twins looked at him in surprise. "Thank you," they said in unison.

"We'll start tomorrow. It's too late in the day to teach now. Rest up. You'll need it," he told them.

Sesshomaru was right; they needed every bit of their energy and more. He was a tough teacher. However, he was a very good one. He taught them swordplay and honed their skills in speed, agility, and silence because, as he told them, pure power would rarely win the fight on its own. They mastered it all, having been bred for combat. He couldn't help them with their shapeshifting, but they saw to that quite well on their own. They saw no need to practice with their Wind Tunnels, for they intended to give Naraku the fair and honorable fight he had denied them.

They trained for six years, until one day, Sesshomaru looked both of them intensely in the eyes and told them, "I've taught you all I can. I know you two are strong enough to at least hold your own against Naraku. If there's anyone in the world who stands a chance of destroying him, it's you two."

They nodded. He was right. It was time.

TO BE CONTINUED

Angel: The next chapter might be the final chapter! Of course, it might not be. I don't know. Depends on how it works out. See you next time!