25,5,04 - OMG, I actually updated this thing!!! Sugoi!!! I'm so enthused!!! Anyway . . . this is really supposed to be only part of the first chapter, but it's taking so dang long to write that I got sick of it, so I'm posting what I've got.
Also . . . people actually reviewed!!! I'm on Alert Lists!!! I'm so excited!!! Weeeeeeeee! SO . . . on with the story!
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. If you don't recognize it, it is mine. Simple, ain't it?
SILVER MOONSHADOW
CHAPTER ONE
A hawk, soaring above its territory, looked down on the land, searching for a tasty morsel for its mate and chicks. It glided gracefully through a cloud, silver wing tips rustling and fluttering in the cool wind. It spotted a movement at the edge of a large stand of tall green trees, and it's sharp eyes focused on the treeline. It dived closer to take a look.
Far below, five two-leggers and a mammal were walking along in their strange ways. The mammal was the most normal to the hawk's eyes: it had glowing red eyes, two tails, fur, ears, fangs, all the things proper land- beasts had. Two of the others did have ears, and one, the smallest of the lot, was blessed to have an appropriately fuzzy tail as well. The others were of that strange, evil race called 'man'. The hawk paid no attention to them. They were all making a fuss. It flew away in disgust to the sound of despicable 'man' noises.
"Sitsitsitsit!" Kagome yelled. "Ugh. Stop calling me that!" Inuyasha crashed to the ground, muttering in his misery. Kagome stepped past him and kept walking, utterly furious. He was as bad as any brother might be! How could she have ever had a crush on him? He's so unbelievable.
In the three years she had known him, he hadn't changed a bit. Well... he was a bit more polite while she was around, but no less impulsive or rude or stupid or... or... ugh! He was so... arrogant!
"Huh?" The hanyou in question stopped grumbling abruptly, turning his face into the light wind coming over the treetops.
"Inuyasha?" Kagome asked, turning around and walking up beside him. She sensed no jewel shards, though something was niggling at her senses. "What is it?" She asked softly.
Inuyasha growled deep in his throat. "Sesshoumaru." He said. He turned to Kagome. "Stay put, I'll be back." He ordered, then dashed off.
"Not likely." Kagome ground out as he faded into the trees, starting off after him. Shippou scrambled onto her shoulder, and behind her she heard Miroku and Sango sigh. They set off.
Kagome and the others had only been walking about five minutes when Inuyasha met them coming back. "Oi, wen- uh, woman, I told you to stay!" He yelled, not losing his stride at all, but grabbing her and making off. Kagome struggled out of his grip and landed on her feet in front of him. "Come on, let's go." Inuyasha growled, giving up on carrying her and opting for dragging her away by the wrist.
Sango caught up behind them, reaching for her boomerang. "Is Sesshoumaru following you?" She asked, eyes worried. Miroku and Kirara stood behind her.
Inuyasha snorted. "He's not fit to follow a wounded banshee at the moment, but at the rate he's bleeding every major demon within a hundred miles will be here by nightfall to finish him off."
Kagome froze in her tracks, dragging on Inuyasha's grip. "What?" Inuyasha asked, exasperated, looking back at her.
"You left him?!" . 'No way.' Kagome asked, incredulous. Shippou squeaked in her ear.
"Yeah, so?" Inuyasha stated, unconcerned.
"Inuyasha . . ." Miroku said hesitantly. "Maybe we should-"
"We're going back." Kagome stated bluntly. She stepped around Inuyasha and took a step back in the direction Inuyasha had come from. "Come on." Sango looked between Kagome and Inuyasha, beckoned to Kirara, and followed the young miko into the trees.
"What the hell?" Inuyasha yelled after her. "Kagome, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Kagome's voice floated back to him. "Sit!"
Miroku sighed, watching the dog-demon eat dirt. "I don't get it!" Inuyasha complained, spitting out a leaf. "What is that girl thinking?"
Jang! Inuyasha grabbed his head where Miroku's staff had connected with it. "He's your brother, stupid. Don't you care?" Miroku asked. He heard Sango calling them and turned to leave. Inuyasha struggled to his feet, following grudgingly.
"Yeah, but he's trying to kill us." Inuyasha muttered dimly. "Don't you care?" Miroku just sighed again and shook his head.
Kagome stood with Sango, Shippou, and Kirara on the edge of a small clearing near the border of the forest. She looked around with horrified awe at the bloody destruction of the scene laid out before her. The moss and grasses on the ground might once have been green, but it was hard to tell through the path of liquid life covering the ground. A bloody path tore through the clearing- a clearing only in the broadest sense of the word- which looked as though it had been torn haphazardly from the treetops downward. A line of torn-off tree branches and shredded, broken vegetation hung like dying red roses, dripping red. A body, unmoving, lay at the feet of a grandfather tree. Hesitantly, Kagome walked towards it.
It was only barely recognizable as Inuyasha's elegant elder brother. The silver hair was there, the rich, immaculate clothing, the two powerful, razor sharp swords in delicate-looking scabbards, even that fluffy object that Kagome believed to be a luxurious tail. Everything was soaked in the demon lord's blood, reeking of death, his yukata and his creamy pale skin shredded and cut as though mauled by wild animals. For a moment, Kagome thought Inuyasha had been wrong- Sesshoumaru had to be dead- but she saw one hypnotic golden eye slit open.
The young miko's gray-blue eyes locked with his, and lightning crackled like a live thing in their gazes. The exotic demon growled at her, causing shivers to travel the length of her spine in ways Inuyasha had never done. Even when he was about to embrace death like the old friend he was, Sesshoumaru retained a control of his surroundings that overwhelmed Kagome's own miko presence a hundred-fold. Confused and more than a little intimidated, Kagome shoved her emotions away without displaying them- now was not the time. She gestured behind her back for Sango to calm down. Slowly, Kagome backed up a few paces and knelt, back straight, trying not to tremble when she thought about how easily Sesshoumaru could frighten her even in moments like this. The demon's paralyzing golden eyes never broke from hers.
"Sesshoumaru-sama, listen to me, please," Kagome said calmly. She kept her voice steady and didn't look away from him, trying to impress upon him her truthfulness. "You are badly wounded. You know this." Sesshoumaru's gaze embodied ice, piercing her like deadly icicles. Blood trickled onto his cheek from a cut over his eye, but he didn't blink. Kagome continued doggedly before she lost her confidence. "I know that you body will heal on it's own, and that you do not need or want pampering or food or to be indebted to anyone. But you realize that the weakest and stupidest of humans could kill you now. Even I could kill you easily at this moment."
Kagome waited while Sesshoumaru thought that over, breathing deeply and hoping that he wouldn't explode at her as Inuyasha tended to do. Finally, he gave a grudging- and obviously painful- nod of agreement. Kagome, feeling justified, continued in a rush. "I am offering to protect you until you are ready to fend for yourself- a point in time which I will determine for myself." Kagome hadn't thought about adding that last part, especially not in such a sharp tone; it had just slipped without warning from her mouth. She paused in shock at her own audacity. Sesshoumaru's gaze slid over her shoulder as the sound of Inuyasha's approach reached Kagome's ears, and she hurried to finish her offer before Inuyasha interrupted. "I will not expect you to repay me in any way at any time, and I fully expect you to try to kill me. I am okay with that. You are a warrior and a demon and a lord, and if you are going to kill me for something you believe I have done, it is your right. If you are strong enough to kill me, then you are strong enough to survive. Until then, I am offering you what I can, for you to take or leave.
Sesshoumaru's POV
Sesshoumaru gazed at his half-brother's bitch, angered that she was offering this, angered that he needed help, angered that he knew he was going to end up accepting her saving grace. Or was it grace? Maybe his foolish brother had put her up to this.
Behind the human girls, at the edge of the path his fall had carved into the forest, he saw another human approaching, and his insolent hanyou brother following. The impudent child was glaring with fury-filled eyes at the miko child. He strode forward angrily and stopped well behind the girl, far out of range of Sesshoumaru's sword, especially when he was so wounded. "Whatever nonsense she spilled, forget it, Sesshoumaru. Kagome, get the hell away from him and let's go."
"Sit," the miko stated placidly. Sesshoumaru was genuinely surprised and almost amused when his brother fell hard to the ground. It was not a truly damaging impact, but it was, from the reactions of the other weaklings around him, a common occurrence. He was also startled that he actually felt flickers of overflowing miko power when the girl gave the command. Was she, this girl-child Kagome, so powerful? He would have to be careful not to use any of his demon powers in her presence, or she would destroy him without thinking on it. It bore thinking, this girl's powers, but the demon lord didn't ponder it for long just then. The exchange had answered one of his initial questions. The miko was obviously doing this without the brat's consent. Sesshoumaru respected her a little more for having such power, and for using it so appropriately on his half-brother.
Sesshoumaru recalled the way she had backed up before sitting before him. She was not only being respectful, but also knew that he would be less comfortable and trusting if he wasn't able to see her entire body, and that he wouldn't be able to do so if she sat too close. Obviously, the girl respected him and understood him greatly, which was seen also in how she had presented her offer. A similar offer from a more trustworthy person may have been turned down if not given correctly. Poor words spoke of a lack of knowledge, either of oneself, one's argument, or one's opponent or ally. The girl even appeared unafraid, but Sesshoumaru knew that was not true. She expected him to protest and attempt to kill her. She was intimidated by him, but accepted his ability to easily destroy her. She was acknowledging his superiority in their relationship even as she offered to nurse his wounds. This one showed startling insightfulness for such a young mortal.
As Time Passed
Sesshoumaru found to his disgust that he was struggling not to show emotion. It was, however, terribly hard not to laugh at how his worthless younger sibling was utterly controlled by the miko Kagome. He looked on, face as expressionless as a mask, as Inuyasha was pounded into the dirt by a nearly invisible force when she said the word 'sit'. The hanyou's insufferable manners had once again earned him several repetitions of the word.
Sesshoumaru allowed himself a tiny spilt second smirk, like the sun peaking through the clouds on a stormy day, as Kagome flopped down ungraciously next to him, huffing her frustrations. She muttered obscenities under her breath, though Sesshoumaru could hear her quite clearly. "Twit. Jerk. Pervert. Bastard!" One delicate eyebrow, traced by a healing scar, rose on his face as he heard her swear. She glared murderously at him when she spied his questioning gaze, swatting his unwounded shoulder roughly, but he achieved his desired effect as she chuckled. "Oh, hush, you," Kagome muttered.
Fury still crinkled her forehead like scrunched paper, but her hands were delicate and gentle as she checked the bandages he wore. The girl tugged gently at the hem of his loose sleeping kimono, looking for blood on the many bandages covering his chest and shoulders. She pressed tenderly at his wounds, mumbling fiercely about both brothers. Sesshoumaru ruthlessly squashed the urge to smirk yet again. He obligingly shifted in a now familiar routine to allow the miko better access to his wounds, letting her paw over his skin with her weak, smelly human hands. He was going to take a long, relaxing soak after this was all over, to get the stench of humanity off his skin.
All his minor wounds had healed over the course of the past three days; these were the broken bones, the jagged cuts and stab wounds, the scraped off skin and muscle. Unfortunately, his body had been so overloaded that it hadn't been able to properly heal everything all at once. Sesshoumaru hated to admit it, but his broken jaw and punctured throat would not have properly healed without the rest and magical aid that Kagome had provided. And without any aid at all- if Kagome had not helped him and he'd been forced to make do for himself- he might not have survived at all. Sesshoumaru pushed those thoughts away.
Kagome was tracing her hands over his face, using her fingertips and her magic to see if his jawbone was set and healing properly. Sesshoumaru lay still, eyes closed, and cleared his body and mind, relaxing under the careful ministrations. When the black-haired miko was done, he took her two small hands in his right. She looked at him, startled, but the look of cornered pray in her eyes faded when she saw that he meant no harm. His gaze softened. "I am in your debt, miko," he murmured.
Kagome squeezed his hand with hers, then pulled away gently. A soft breeze blew over them, brushing her hair into her face. Once more, she brushed her fingertips along his cheek stripes; this time, however, the gesture made him warm inside and he felt an ache in his chest. He quashed the reactions and remained outwardly calm, but Kagome must have known he was affected by her nearness. She leaned forward and brushed a chaste kiss over his crescent mark, then drew away. She could not know that as a youkai, such a gesture was a sign of respect, but Sesshoumaru accepted the young human's touch. A small smile graced her lips, and he somehow knew she had realized that he would not harm her for her openly affectionate attitude. It frustrated him that he didn't know why he couldn't feel vengeful for the humiliation he had gone through, being cared for by a human miko, the embodiment of what should be his worst enemy.
"I told you not to bother with that," she said demurely, as though commenting on the weather. Indeed, she tilted her head back to look at the sky, and shadows played over her features as the sun shone through the leaves of the trees above them. "I'm grateful for the rest I've had for myself, and glad that . . .I got to see this peaceful side of you."
"That does not change my obligation to you now." Sesshoumaru wondered if his estimation of her intelligence had been too generous. He observed her, waiting for her reaction.
She looked back at him, saw him watching her, and laughed lightly. "You are a very honorable person, Sesshoumaru-sama." Kagome said. Sesshoumaru said nothing. Kagome remained quiet as well. Sesshoumaru was in debt to a human and he knew it, but it did not bother him as it should- as it would have a few days ago. It was true that he had been calmer, more at peace now in these past few days of rest, than at any other time in the last half- century. Not since he was a child of barely two decades and his half- brother but a babe had Sesshoumaru shown so much emotion. "I will not forget this, miko," Sesshoumaru told the girl as she stood. She merely smiled.
That Night
Sesshoumaru silently shifted on the futon, flexing and stretching minutely. He was not fully healed- that would take a week yet, at most- but he was more than well enough to fend for himself. He tightened and loosened each muscle in his body one by one, testing their strength so he would know how much he could do. Then he rose, making the barest whisper of noise even to his own delicate ears, and moved slowly to the edge of the odd group's camp. He could faintly smell three-day-old blood coming from the north, upwind, and moved south and west around the camp, masking his scent and aura and traveling to put some distance between himself and the blood beacon. If his pathetic half-brother had any wisdom at all, in the morning when he discovered Sesshoumaru's departure he would leave as well. Few demon lords would be foolish enough to head towards that death trap, especially now in the hour before dawn, when lesser and stupider demons would flock to the blood smell after all this time, hoping to find prey. Without Tetsusaiga or a similar weapon, even demon lords could be fatally wounded if there were enough demons attacking him, or they were angry enough. Sesshoumaru had fallen into that very situation not a week ago, though, he suspected, not without some help from a certain power-hungry hanyou of low origins. Naruka needed to be taught a lesson, simply for the fact that he was growing too big for his armor.
Sesshoumaru was about five minutes' walk from the Dark camp, walking swiftly under dim stars and a fading quarter moon, when the breeze picked up and blew two scents to his nose. One was of kitsune, fire, and roses, coming from the river that was close to his hanyou half-brother's camp. The other was blood and smoke and stink, coming straight for the forest of Sesshoumaru's would-be grave.
Sesshoumaru contemplated stopping to fight the demon, but then decided against it. He would let the deranged thing continue on it's way; if that crowd of outcasts could not handle such a crazed and mindless thing invading at dawn, they didn't deserve a rescue. He walked on. For a moment he hesitated, then shook his head and continued, then slowed, then stopped.
Kuso! Had the miko been at the camp? Sesshoumaru knew that she would bathe each day at dawn in the river. He remembered because such cleanliness in humans was something he'd never heard of before. He stilled and scented the air again, searchingly this time. The smell of the camp where she had spent most of the past week was ten minutes upwind of him, but the scent came faintly. He did not think she was there, though. As the scent of the approaching demon filled his nostrils with its approach, Sesshoumaru found her- and swore again, this time aloud. She was returning from her bath just now, and that thing was headed right to her.
Exasperated with himself, Sesshoumaru turned towards the nearby river. Yes, there was her scent, dimmed by her dip in the river, and accompanied by. . . that was the little kitsune cub, yes? It slept with her, he recalled now. If Sesshoumaru had judged correctly, the demon would cross their path scant seconds behind them and catch their scent at once. The miko had not brought her weapons . . . she was defenseless, and he had that embarrassing debt to her. He would have to save her.
As Sesshoumaru neared the miko and the kitsune cub, his thoughts turned to a new problem. If he saved her and killed the demon, then let her go, she would probably tell his insolent half-brother of his departure, or the hanyou would get it out of the girl, who'd proved to be as loyal as any inu youkai. Sesshoumaru didn't need the idiot chasing after him, but he needed an hour to cover his tracks and get effectively out of range of the boy's meager untrained senses. He couldn't save her and then kill her- it was a pointless waste of time and energy. But he couldn't leave her to be slaughtered because of that annoing debt hanging over his head. No matter that the foolish miko didn't hold it against him in her own mind, no matter that no other youkai knew of it- if he backed out on a debt, even one to a human, Sesshoumaru would feel it for many years to come. Honor was one emotion that demon lords held highly. Unresolved, his thinking was put aside as the problematic girl came in sight.
The demon, a great misshapen thing dibbling poison and ripping up earth and trees like a child with toy blocks, landed on the dirt path directly behind the untrained miko and her kitsune cub. Both turned at once as the thing started oozing saliva on the ground. Immediately the girl reached for her bow, but it wasn't there. She tried to slowly get off the road without attracting the thing's attention, looking for a weapon on hand that might be effective against the disgusting beast. As Sesshoumaru watched, she reached the tree line and started doubling back towards the river, making a wide circle to try and get out of the wind and hoping it would lose her scent in the water. A brave and effective tactic, usually, but in this situation, useless. The demon leapt- it would be on her in a second-
Without thinking, Sesshoumaru flew to the ground beside her, scooped her up, and shot into the air as the demon hit the trees where they had been. The brainless thing would have squashed the meal it was trying to get. The thing's claws slashed by to their left, barely missing as Sesshoumaru dodged in the air. He summoned a cloud spell and headed through the sky to his domain the West, holding tightly to the miko. Sesshoumaru realized she was saying something.
Kagome's POV
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Kagome berated herself under her breath, "how could I forget my bow?" She plucked angrily at the ratty dark blue sleeping kimono she wore, and the green beads of her bracelet clicked. Frustrated, Kagome glared at the innocent collection of beads and fangs that Kaede had shown her how to put together as a binding spell. It was similar to the one Inuyasha wore now, but since Kagome had made this one completely by herself, she had more flexibility in the commanding of the spell. Kagome had made it for Kouga one day, after he'd visited 'his woman'. She was so fed up with his senseless actions! She'd already keyed it to variations on the command word 'stay', so once he put it on, the spell was set, and she could force him to hold still and shut up while she explained to him the way things worked.
As Kagome's angry train of thought wound down, she became aware of her present surroundings. After vaguely noting that Sesshoumaru had saved Shippou and her, she'd stopped worrying about thier imminent death and gone into self-punishment mode. Maybe she ought to start questioning her own sanity.
"Thank you, Sesshoumaru-sama," Kagome said sincerely, looking up. He nodded, not looking at her but acknowledging her. When he didn't immediately rip her throat out, Kagome had half a mind to berate him for being up and about, but he was obviously doing fine. Kagome gave him a check-up anyway, though it was a little hard since he was supporting all her weight by holding her up against him. There were no blood spots on his white under-kimono over any of his old wounds. Kagome resolutely checked over the rest of, not believing he got away from that monster thing without a scratch. Really, she was hoping he was hurt- just a little, mind- because she was going to miss him once he was gone. It was so fun to see him raise one of those delicate eyebrows and look at her through his wispy bangs, eyes telling her clearly, 'I do not believe a word you are saying, and I am only tolerating you because I find you amusing'. So often these past few days, she had noticed-
Blood? Kagome looked again, and sighed in exasperation. "Onegai, Sesshoumaru-sama," Kagome murmured, poking his left shoulder above the stump of his arm, "I just got you all fixed up! Men!" For a long moment Sesshoumaru remained impassive as she glared up at him. Then he looked down and smirked at her. Kagome could tell it was his 'so deal with it' smirk and not his 'I'm about to kill you, stupid' smirk. Kagome held his gaze for as long as she could, then looked away and smothered her chuckle. She tried to stifle her growing laughter by burying her face in his kimono, but it barely worked. Eventually Shippou asked what was going on and she had to calm down enough to assure him that everything was fine. Then the seriousness of the issue returned to her.
"Sesshoumaru-sama," she ventured, "are you, at this time, able to heal this wound immediately or tolerate it being left open for a while?" She'd carefully pulled away the stained cloth of his robes to reveal a large cut running from his breastbone, just below his neck, to his shoulder. After using her own tattered sleeping kimono to wipe away the sopping blood and demon grime, the wound had still bled, but cleanly at least. Kagome pressed her hand to the wound, but Sesshoumaru's demon blood pulsed out around her fingers, unstoppable.
"This Sesshoumaru's body has recovered, but the blood is still weak, and too much has been lost already." Sesshoumaru said. "This wound needs to be healed, but this Sesshoumaru cannot heal it while directing the cloud spell, and stopping is not an option." He didn't explain himself as much as Kagome would have appreciated, but he gave her enough information to come to a conclusion. She would have to use her miko powers to heal the wound.
Kagome had used some of Kaede's teaching to heal before, and she could do some simple barrier and command spells, like the command beads, if she had enough time and no interruptions. She didn't know if she could on the fly- litteraly- and she was afraid of what might happen to her if the power backfired. She'd used her healing energy to fix Sesshoumaru's jaw, but it had taken everything in her and she'd slept for a full day after it. She didn't know if she could use small amounts of her ability in the same way as she used it on large wounds- by getting the bone and flesh in the right position and soaking it in magic to knit the body back together. If it backfired or she used too much, the power would overflow onto her, and that hurt. He's in this fix because he saved me, Kagome told herself. She could stand a little pain for him. She lay one hand on chest and one on his shoulder, at the beginning and end of the cut, and closed her eyes.
Sesshoumaru's POV
Sesshoumaru looked down, almost surprised, when he felt the miko's powers swell around him. He suspected that she'd had very little formal training in using her powers, and most of her experience was from practical application of a natural talent. Therefor it was something of a shock that she had so much control over her power. It must be straining to get at the demons around her, most notably his hanyou brat of a brother and the little kitsune that followed her around. She seemed to have no trouble in forcing the power away from its original intention- to purge youkai. All that power she possessed must be forcing itself out in other ways. When she had healed his jaw, the miko had had no trouble in formatting the energy to help instead of hurt him, but she had difficulty in getting it to go where she wanted it. Quite the contradiction this girl was; for most miko, the problem went the other way.
As Sesshoumaru entertained the kitsune cub by playing a childhood game of what's-that-smell with him, he concentrated on the feel and smell of the miko as she used her power. Her scent changed when she used her power. She smelled always of human, female, youth, and miko, of roses and vanilla and the people she was with, of her health and cycle and status. All of this was underlain by her own unique scent, nameless and easily used by youkai to distinguish between people. Sesshoumaru had long ago memorized her signature, and he compared it to her scent now as the power swelled inside her and a pink glow appeared in the air around her.
His cut was instantly healed, and for a moment the lazy flow of magic trickled off, before coming back in force. The power washed over him like a tidal wave, and Sesshoumaru's whole left side went numb. The miko slumped in exhaustion, but kept her hands still until the job was done. He knew what she had done, knew she had done it without even knowing, but that didn't stop him from being totally annoyed with the girl. She kept doing these things for him, and when he went to repay her, it only got worse.
Kagome's hands slid without feeling down his sleeve, but she started faintly when she touched his clawed hand. The feeling was returning slowly in painful tingles, but Sesshoumaru ignored it and grasped her two hands in his. He marveled at the feel of the new arm. It would have taken him a decade to grow it back so completely. Even all the muscle was there, and the stripes over his wrist showed plainly.
"Did I do that?" The girl murmured. Looking dazed, she grabbed his hand and ran her fingers over it, studying his taiyoukai stripes in the moonlight. Sesshoumaru shivered and drew the hand away from her.
"Yes," he answered, staring at it for himself. The numbness was leaving it now, and he traced one perfect clawed finger over the miko's jaw, appreciating the returned sensation. Then he looked with exasperation to the frustrating creature in his arms. "Are you quite done helping me, miko?" She slapped him on the shoulder reflexively, but her energy was gone and he barely felt it.
"For that remark, not quite," she growled, sleepily tugging at her wrist. She pulled the green beads off, and unlooped them, but when she tried to put the necklace over his head, she found she wasn't tall enough. Sensing nothing in the harmless bit of rock, bone, and string, Sesshoumaru obligingly took the thing and put it over his head, hoping she would get to sleep and stop bothering him if he cooperated, and thinking he could then remove the offending bit of jewelry without her interfering. "Ha," the miko said, "Gotcha, Sesshou-" She fell into dreamless slumber without even finishing his name, but as the necklace settled around his shoulders, Sesshoumaru-sama, Demon Lord of the Western Lands, found he had other things to worry about.All done with this bit!!! WEEE!!! Review, and I'll write more . . . but I really should work on my other fics too. . . But review anyway! It's so inspiring!!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed this!!!
