RKG: Took us forever, but we're here.
YKG: You held the map upside down.
RKG: And you point this out now!
YKG: Uh. . . Yes?
RKG: Someone shoot me!
A loud bang is heard.
YKG: Someone killed my hikari!
RKG: Not wounded, Sire, but dead!
YKG: Stop faking it and quoting 'The Philadelphia Story.'
RKG: Um. . . We are not Rumiko Takahashi; therefore, we don't not own the characters. There within, there is license for out-of-character actions and interminably a plot that does not follow the storyline to true sequence. Thus, flames about use of artistic license are inexcusable and most unsatisfactory. However, Fanfiction.net legalizes flames. Noteworthy is the fact Kika is sole property of Yami Chibi Hikari and thus does not exist in any realm besides this fic.
YKG: Eloquent. (Sarcasm.)
Chapter Two Apples and Blood
Kika POV
That was thirteen years ago. Many things are way too different for me. My name is Kika Nanimo. (E/N: Did you know the word 'nanimo' is in the theme song of Inu-Yasha?) After I read my mother's journal, everything was, well, different.
At the age of five, m four brothers and step-father, Hojo (WHY??? RKG sobs.) had all died. Hojo had died from a heart attack; my brothers from either a car accident or the Pool of Purity. But they all have one connection, my true father—Malcolness. No one knows that Hojo's heart attack was caused by the sight of Malcolness. No one knows that two of my brothers had died in that car because Malcolness had smashed that car against a tree. No one knows that Malcolness had held my other brothers down in the Pool of Purity. No one knew except my mother and I.
At the age of six, I graduated from college. People wish to know how I did it, but that is a family secret. Even though my mother was human. I am not. Malcolness is an eleven-foot tall, violet-skinned, muscular, two-ton, belligerent Oni. An Oni is a giant that eats raw flesh (human and smaller demons mostly) and is incredibly stupid. He also has magic powers—he has so many I don't remember them all.
My mother's name is Kagome. She's a Shito priestess that has the ability to see evil auras (and good ones) and is able to kill demons—with some help from me.
But I'm not like them. I hate the sight of blood—unlike my father who drinks it like it's water. Plus, I'm not a full-fledged priestess (I'm still a trainee.)
I'm a fifteen-year old who has nothing to do except small chores around the shrine (also my home), try to tap into my powers, and talk to Na.
Na works at his own shop right across the street. He's a college drop-out. He knew me when I was at the age of eighteen months.
I went to look in a mirror. My bloody red hair falls down to my waist, with lips to match. My facial features are what you could call "perfect", but my eyes were different. They're sky blue, but I have cat-like pupils (from 'dear, old dad.') What you would call a "perfect" body is what I received as being a half-breed—curves in the right spots; long, beautiful, silky- smooth legs and arms; full chest—all hidden under a white silk blouse and a black satin mini-skirt.
"Kika!" I turned to look for my mother, and walked into the living room. Her voice was soft and gentle, but had a tone of urgency in it. So, I quickened my pace.
My mother was sitting in her rocker by the fireplace. Time did her in pretty well. Even though she was forty-three and had leg problems, she was still beautiful. Her silky black hair was in a tight bun, and her brown eyes kept most of their beauty. She was wearing a red and white priestess kimono.
"Yes, mom?" I aked.
"Not to sound rude or anything, but I need you to go shopping now. Okay?"
"That's fine, mother. Nothing is ever a nuisance if it's coming from you."
"Thank you Kika. You are my little angel," and with that said, she gave me her shopping list. I glanced at the big list, gave my mother a hug, and went to Na's General Store across the street.
Normal POV
Kika looked at the store. It wasn't all that big. Na had painted it a sea- sick green, and the sign was bright red with similar green letters that read 'Na's General Store.' She walked inside. She sensed two evil auras around the store—there was usually one, but no matter where she looked, she could never find the source.
Kika spotted Na and another man. She studied the two teenagers. Na's black, silky hair flowed down to his shoulders, his almost black eyes made his skin look porcelain white. Occasionally, he would wear huge, baggy, black pants with a white shirt that had a black Widow spider designed upon his chest. But today, he was wearing a black kimono with white, shiny spider webs, and multiple translucent brown wolf spiders crawling all over it. Na only wore his kimono on special days.
The stranger was wearing a white kimono with two or three blood-red azaleas around his collar. His white, silky, shiny hair was tied into a tight braid that ended at the beginning of his buttocks, a little above his left elbow to his middle finger was cut off, and his face was hidden.
"Well, if it isn't the li'l birthday girl," Na said, grabbing a package from the counter and smiling. "The only prob' is that you're not li'l anymore."
"Yeah. The big one-five!" Kika hugged him. "So, what's up?"
"Well," Na began. "Only two things are happenin'."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you want the good or bad news?"
"Bad, first."
"I'm closin' down the store."
"What?!"
"Yeah, runnin' out of items."
"Good news?"
"Two pieces, actually." He glanced at the box, then at the stranger. "For you." She opened it, and smiled brightly at what he had given her—it was a locket. Kika hugged Na.
"Since I had feeling that we are going to be separated for a while, I wanted you to remember us—as friends."
"Thank you, Na," she said, as he put the locker around her neck.
"You're welcome. The other good news is that you meet my friend."
The stranger shook Kika's hand. "Charmed," he said, practically in a whisper.
"Um, may I ask why your arm is missing?" Kika asked.
"My brother is a lunatic. He chopped off my arm because he wanted something that was rightfully mine."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kika looked at the stub, then got an idea. "Na, can you close the shop and cover the windows for at least ten minutes?"
"Sure," the eighteen-year-old said. "You're going to show him, aren't you?" Kika nodded. She was going to show him her power to heal. Kika kept her magic under wraps most of the time, only her mother and Na had known about her secret.
After Na closed up the shop, Kika had already taken out her items for the ritual: dried sge leaves, purified water, and a pure silver and gold sword. "Please, come sit at this table with me. I can fix your arm."
The stranger looked at Na, scared as if some hidden secret would be revealed. "I'm fine standing."
Na whispered something and tried to push his friend towards her. As he tried to convince Na to let him stay standing, Kika could have sworn that she saw a long, white, fluffy tail flicker from the darkness behind him.
"It's alright," she decided aloud. "I'll just come over to you." She grabbed her stuff and placed it on the counter. "Can you roll up your sleeve?"
"No."
"Then, will you let me?"
"I guess so."
Kika rolled up his sleeve carefully. She felt his breath upon the back of her neck. It smelled of something sickly sweet. . . like. . . apples and. . . blood? No, it couldn't be. He can't be a demon, she thought. Or can he?
Kika could feel their gazes pierce her body, but that wasn't all. She could feel their smiles. They weren't smiles of joy and happiness. They were smiles of victory. Smiles of scheming, twisted happiness, and revenge that would come soon. She looked up.
Na was looking at the stub, while the stranger looked away.
"I'm going to fix it, alright?" He nodded to Kika's questions. She sprinkled the purified water on the stub; Na's friend yelped in pain. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head while biting his lip. Na looked like he was going to scold him for being a wuss—or because of something else.
Kika hurried up. She felt the evil auras growing bigger and stronger, making it hard for her to breathe. She placed the sage leaves on the stub so everything was stymied as if something was actually there.
She picked up the sword, then made a complete counter-clockwise circle in front of the covered wound.
"Do not look at the wound for five minutes. Is that clear?" They nodded. "Good now, if you'll excuse me," she began walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" Na asked.
"To get a breath of fresh air."
"No." She turned around. Na's friend made it seem like a threat. "Stay. I want you to stay to bathe in the glory of your success. If it works." He was gritting in pain now, sweating, and grabbing his arm, as if the pain was coming from there, and was trying to stop if from flowing into the rest of him.
"If it's a failure?"
"Then, you'll be dead." He tried to smile, but the pain must have continued because he was about to look at what the problem was.
"Do not look at it, or it will be a failure." They continued to stare at her. "I'll stay."
"Good," he smiled without effort, "Then you won't die."
"Why don't you sit down? It's going to be a long five minutes, waiting by the door." Na said, directing her to a seat next to him. She sat with her back away from the stranger and sat across form Na. "Why are you giving us the cold shoulder?"
"I'm not."
"Yes. You are."
"If I did, would your friend be healing right now?"
"I guess not."
Kika looked at the stranger. He had been staring at her since she walked into the store.
Apples and blood. She could remember the smell, but now it seemed closer. "What did you guys eat?" she asked.
"Apples," the stranger said, coolly.
"And to drink?"
"Blood." Na muttered. "Berry."
"What?"
"I said 'bloodberry.'"
"Oh." The stranger was glaring a Na for being a fool—but for what?
The timer chimed that the five minutes were up. They looked at the arm. It was back to normal. But as this happened, the auras seemed to choke her.
"I'm sorry to leave so early, but my mother may be worried about me." She had a bad feeling that something was wrong at home—and she was right.
"You idiot!" Na hissed, as Kika went home. "We almost got caught!"
Na's hair grew back to his original height—his hips. He pulled out a box from the back room.
"You know, being a shapeshifterr, betraying the victim for 14 years, and yelling at his ally is a big thing." The stranger snapped. "Besides, I didn't almost blow our cover by saying blood insead of a real drink.
The stranger walked out of the darkness while taking off some make-up. His tail playfully flicked about on the ground. Upon his face was a waning crescentand a stripe on each cheek that began aat his pointed ears. He brushed his hair out.
"Besides, you were the one who put this goop on me," he continued.
"Sesshoumaru, for the last freakin' time, it's concealer. It hides your markings."
"Don't humans have markings, too?"
"No, they only have birthmarks! And there brown—not purple."
"Feh," Sesshoumaru smiled. "But after tonight, it won't matter. And Kika will be ours."
"It's showtime."
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
RKG: Sorry this took forever to update.
YKG: You held the map upside down.
RKG: And you point this out now!
YKG: Uh. . . Yes?
RKG: Someone shoot me!
A loud bang is heard.
YKG: Someone killed my hikari!
RKG: Not wounded, Sire, but dead!
YKG: Stop faking it and quoting 'The Philadelphia Story.'
RKG: Um. . . We are not Rumiko Takahashi; therefore, we don't not own the characters. There within, there is license for out-of-character actions and interminably a plot that does not follow the storyline to true sequence. Thus, flames about use of artistic license are inexcusable and most unsatisfactory. However, Fanfiction.net legalizes flames. Noteworthy is the fact Kika is sole property of Yami Chibi Hikari and thus does not exist in any realm besides this fic.
YKG: Eloquent. (Sarcasm.)
Chapter Two Apples and Blood
Kika POV
That was thirteen years ago. Many things are way too different for me. My name is Kika Nanimo. (E/N: Did you know the word 'nanimo' is in the theme song of Inu-Yasha?) After I read my mother's journal, everything was, well, different.
At the age of five, m four brothers and step-father, Hojo (WHY??? RKG sobs.) had all died. Hojo had died from a heart attack; my brothers from either a car accident or the Pool of Purity. But they all have one connection, my true father—Malcolness. No one knows that Hojo's heart attack was caused by the sight of Malcolness. No one knows that two of my brothers had died in that car because Malcolness had smashed that car against a tree. No one knows that Malcolness had held my other brothers down in the Pool of Purity. No one knew except my mother and I.
At the age of six, I graduated from college. People wish to know how I did it, but that is a family secret. Even though my mother was human. I am not. Malcolness is an eleven-foot tall, violet-skinned, muscular, two-ton, belligerent Oni. An Oni is a giant that eats raw flesh (human and smaller demons mostly) and is incredibly stupid. He also has magic powers—he has so many I don't remember them all.
My mother's name is Kagome. She's a Shito priestess that has the ability to see evil auras (and good ones) and is able to kill demons—with some help from me.
But I'm not like them. I hate the sight of blood—unlike my father who drinks it like it's water. Plus, I'm not a full-fledged priestess (I'm still a trainee.)
I'm a fifteen-year old who has nothing to do except small chores around the shrine (also my home), try to tap into my powers, and talk to Na.
Na works at his own shop right across the street. He's a college drop-out. He knew me when I was at the age of eighteen months.
I went to look in a mirror. My bloody red hair falls down to my waist, with lips to match. My facial features are what you could call "perfect", but my eyes were different. They're sky blue, but I have cat-like pupils (from 'dear, old dad.') What you would call a "perfect" body is what I received as being a half-breed—curves in the right spots; long, beautiful, silky- smooth legs and arms; full chest—all hidden under a white silk blouse and a black satin mini-skirt.
"Kika!" I turned to look for my mother, and walked into the living room. Her voice was soft and gentle, but had a tone of urgency in it. So, I quickened my pace.
My mother was sitting in her rocker by the fireplace. Time did her in pretty well. Even though she was forty-three and had leg problems, she was still beautiful. Her silky black hair was in a tight bun, and her brown eyes kept most of their beauty. She was wearing a red and white priestess kimono.
"Yes, mom?" I aked.
"Not to sound rude or anything, but I need you to go shopping now. Okay?"
"That's fine, mother. Nothing is ever a nuisance if it's coming from you."
"Thank you Kika. You are my little angel," and with that said, she gave me her shopping list. I glanced at the big list, gave my mother a hug, and went to Na's General Store across the street.
Normal POV
Kika looked at the store. It wasn't all that big. Na had painted it a sea- sick green, and the sign was bright red with similar green letters that read 'Na's General Store.' She walked inside. She sensed two evil auras around the store—there was usually one, but no matter where she looked, she could never find the source.
Kika spotted Na and another man. She studied the two teenagers. Na's black, silky hair flowed down to his shoulders, his almost black eyes made his skin look porcelain white. Occasionally, he would wear huge, baggy, black pants with a white shirt that had a black Widow spider designed upon his chest. But today, he was wearing a black kimono with white, shiny spider webs, and multiple translucent brown wolf spiders crawling all over it. Na only wore his kimono on special days.
The stranger was wearing a white kimono with two or three blood-red azaleas around his collar. His white, silky, shiny hair was tied into a tight braid that ended at the beginning of his buttocks, a little above his left elbow to his middle finger was cut off, and his face was hidden.
"Well, if it isn't the li'l birthday girl," Na said, grabbing a package from the counter and smiling. "The only prob' is that you're not li'l anymore."
"Yeah. The big one-five!" Kika hugged him. "So, what's up?"
"Well," Na began. "Only two things are happenin'."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you want the good or bad news?"
"Bad, first."
"I'm closin' down the store."
"What?!"
"Yeah, runnin' out of items."
"Good news?"
"Two pieces, actually." He glanced at the box, then at the stranger. "For you." She opened it, and smiled brightly at what he had given her—it was a locket. Kika hugged Na.
"Since I had feeling that we are going to be separated for a while, I wanted you to remember us—as friends."
"Thank you, Na," she said, as he put the locker around her neck.
"You're welcome. The other good news is that you meet my friend."
The stranger shook Kika's hand. "Charmed," he said, practically in a whisper.
"Um, may I ask why your arm is missing?" Kika asked.
"My brother is a lunatic. He chopped off my arm because he wanted something that was rightfully mine."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Kika looked at the stub, then got an idea. "Na, can you close the shop and cover the windows for at least ten minutes?"
"Sure," the eighteen-year-old said. "You're going to show him, aren't you?" Kika nodded. She was going to show him her power to heal. Kika kept her magic under wraps most of the time, only her mother and Na had known about her secret.
After Na closed up the shop, Kika had already taken out her items for the ritual: dried sge leaves, purified water, and a pure silver and gold sword. "Please, come sit at this table with me. I can fix your arm."
The stranger looked at Na, scared as if some hidden secret would be revealed. "I'm fine standing."
Na whispered something and tried to push his friend towards her. As he tried to convince Na to let him stay standing, Kika could have sworn that she saw a long, white, fluffy tail flicker from the darkness behind him.
"It's alright," she decided aloud. "I'll just come over to you." She grabbed her stuff and placed it on the counter. "Can you roll up your sleeve?"
"No."
"Then, will you let me?"
"I guess so."
Kika rolled up his sleeve carefully. She felt his breath upon the back of her neck. It smelled of something sickly sweet. . . like. . . apples and. . . blood? No, it couldn't be. He can't be a demon, she thought. Or can he?
Kika could feel their gazes pierce her body, but that wasn't all. She could feel their smiles. They weren't smiles of joy and happiness. They were smiles of victory. Smiles of scheming, twisted happiness, and revenge that would come soon. She looked up.
Na was looking at the stub, while the stranger looked away.
"I'm going to fix it, alright?" He nodded to Kika's questions. She sprinkled the purified water on the stub; Na's friend yelped in pain. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head while biting his lip. Na looked like he was going to scold him for being a wuss—or because of something else.
Kika hurried up. She felt the evil auras growing bigger and stronger, making it hard for her to breathe. She placed the sage leaves on the stub so everything was stymied as if something was actually there.
She picked up the sword, then made a complete counter-clockwise circle in front of the covered wound.
"Do not look at the wound for five minutes. Is that clear?" They nodded. "Good now, if you'll excuse me," she began walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" Na asked.
"To get a breath of fresh air."
"No." She turned around. Na's friend made it seem like a threat. "Stay. I want you to stay to bathe in the glory of your success. If it works." He was gritting in pain now, sweating, and grabbing his arm, as if the pain was coming from there, and was trying to stop if from flowing into the rest of him.
"If it's a failure?"
"Then, you'll be dead." He tried to smile, but the pain must have continued because he was about to look at what the problem was.
"Do not look at it, or it will be a failure." They continued to stare at her. "I'll stay."
"Good," he smiled without effort, "Then you won't die."
"Why don't you sit down? It's going to be a long five minutes, waiting by the door." Na said, directing her to a seat next to him. She sat with her back away from the stranger and sat across form Na. "Why are you giving us the cold shoulder?"
"I'm not."
"Yes. You are."
"If I did, would your friend be healing right now?"
"I guess not."
Kika looked at the stranger. He had been staring at her since she walked into the store.
Apples and blood. She could remember the smell, but now it seemed closer. "What did you guys eat?" she asked.
"Apples," the stranger said, coolly.
"And to drink?"
"Blood." Na muttered. "Berry."
"What?"
"I said 'bloodberry.'"
"Oh." The stranger was glaring a Na for being a fool—but for what?
The timer chimed that the five minutes were up. They looked at the arm. It was back to normal. But as this happened, the auras seemed to choke her.
"I'm sorry to leave so early, but my mother may be worried about me." She had a bad feeling that something was wrong at home—and she was right.
"You idiot!" Na hissed, as Kika went home. "We almost got caught!"
Na's hair grew back to his original height—his hips. He pulled out a box from the back room.
"You know, being a shapeshifterr, betraying the victim for 14 years, and yelling at his ally is a big thing." The stranger snapped. "Besides, I didn't almost blow our cover by saying blood insead of a real drink.
The stranger walked out of the darkness while taking off some make-up. His tail playfully flicked about on the ground. Upon his face was a waning crescentand a stripe on each cheek that began aat his pointed ears. He brushed his hair out.
"Besides, you were the one who put this goop on me," he continued.
"Sesshoumaru, for the last freakin' time, it's concealer. It hides your markings."
"Don't humans have markings, too?"
"No, they only have birthmarks! And there brown—not purple."
"Feh," Sesshoumaru smiled. "But after tonight, it won't matter. And Kika will be ours."
"It's showtime."
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
RKG: Sorry this took forever to update.
