So sorry still don't own Inu Yasha, though I do believe a bidding war has begun, I'm winning but alas only in my dreams...
Once In A Blue Moon
An Inu Yasha Fanfic by Hika-chan
Chapter 11: Memories and Dreams
I was seven or so when it happened, I'm not quite sure I was so young after all. I lived with Nataku and my mother then. She was human, with some measure of power, though I am not sure the extent. At our births her and father sealed our youkai blood to a degree, so we would be spared a measure of discrimination. But certain things could not be hid, like my brother's white hair and my crimson eyes. It is interesting how no one in the village had ever expected anything of us odd looking children or of our father before he left us, for reasons I still do not know. Despite the lack of a male head in our home my mother was respected, a skilled and successful midwife. Nataku and I used to play with the other children, run and play and help my beautiful mother in the house.
We were so happy.
I used to be a very happy child.
I fear I will never be so again.
Then a lone visitor proved to me the stupidity of humans. At least of them in general. A single stranger, how I still long to find him and tear him apart for what he did to us.
As was our normal behavior then, my brother and I were playing with the other children when he noticed us. My brother's snow white hair, mine red streaked and our strange eyes that seemed to glow. Soon rumors were flying about that my mother had given birth to evil youkai children, though admittedly the youkai part was true. One would think by the way the villagers suddenly turned on us that we were the strangers. The stupid superstitious humans that they were, dragged us from our once happy home, screaming obscenities and prayers for my mother's "tainted" soul.
I remember the look of fear and sorrow in some of the women's eyes, and in the eyes of the fellow children, our friends. They wanted to speak up, to defend us, but they could not. They could not bring themselves to dishonor their fathers and husbands. I cannot blame the children, they were, after all, just kids like myself, unsure and confused as to what was going on. Only Nataku and I were utterly terrified as well. I do blame the women though, those who my mother helped while with-child and during childbirth. To scared to help their long time friend. They were not women, they were scared animals used for breeding and housework. Pitiful obedient creatures who aided in my mother's death with only tears as their protest, if even that.
We were terrified, crying and screaming, clawing at the arms that held us as we watched the stones one by one strike my mother.
Crying.
Screaming.
Scratching.
Clawing.
Flailing our helpless arms desperately to reach her, just wanting to save her. Knowing somewhere in our desperate young minds that we would be next.
Stone by stone she was stuck down.
Stone by stone we too would fall.
Stone by stone our blood would decorate the ground.
And stone by stone we would be buried underneath the hate and fear a single stranger brought to our village.
At one point after I do not know how long we broke free from our captors, or were let go... I do not know which. We ran desperately, tired and tripping over nothing to our mother's side. We called to her, cried to her, screamed for her, red hot tears I can still feel running down my cheeks on the days of the full moon.
Crying.
Screaming.
Begging.
But she made no move, her face and clothes stained dark red, her blank eyes would not look at us, only past us, through us. But they were not looking. They saw nothing at all.
Because dead eyes cannot see.
I didn't understand it at the time, I didn't know what death was. That was the day I learned. That day I learned what death was and the day I learned how to hate. It would not have mattered if my father had come a minute later.
I do not remember but father tells me the rocks were just being thrown. It was at that point I felt him, his presence and the wind. The wind that tunneled up around us like a protective wall taking all the rocks with it before dropping them haphazardly on the surrounding mob of mindless simpletons. They scattered like frightened cattle, dust and debris blinding them from the sight of my brother and I still crying over our mother's broken body.
And in the middle of the storm with us stood my father, who gently pried our hands from my sweet mother and brought us into his arms. I clung to him desperately, not knowing at the time who he was, only that he was safe to be with. The winds picked up my mother and brought her with us as I cried. I only remember that I cried.
And as the noon day sun reached it's zenith my streaks disappeared and my eyes darkened to mahogany. But I only remember tears.
And so forever will the day of the full moon haunt my years...
***
"Hikaru-san," she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Hikaru-san, wake up."
"Okaasan," the hanyou moaned half awake.
Kagome now recognized what she was smelling, the salty wetness of tears. She shook the hanyou girl a little more. "Hikaru-san."
Wet red eyes opened in the darkness, "Kagome-san?" she blinked away the tears and sleepiness from her eyes, but her head still felt a little dizzy. "Kagome-san what are you doing in my-" She stopped and examined her surroundings. This was not her room. "Where are we?"
Kagome sat back on her heels, it was at this point Hikaru noticed that both of them, and Sango who still appeared unconscious, were each wearing a nemaki, likely the same ones each had gone to sleep in. The miko, she noticed, also had a nasty looking bruise on one of her cheeks. The hunter did not look that well off either, her bruises probably the reason for her unconsciousness. "I'm not sure exactly." The miko gestured to a set of bars at the side of the alcove in which they sat. Two torches were on the opposite wall, their only source of light. "We're obviously prisoners in a cave somewhere though."
"Do you think we can break out?" she whispered back, barely heard over the voices coming from elsewhere in the cave.
Kagome sighed, "I don't think so. We might be able to get out of the cell but I don't think we could make it that far."
Hikaru raised a brow, "And why is that?"
"Because, from what I have been able to hear and smell, there are three, maybe four full grown inu youkai out there. The three of us with our weapons could get past one, two at the most. But there is no way we can take out three in our pajamas."
The hanyou sighed and nodded, "I see your point... so what do we do?"
"We wait," Kagome said so quietly Hikaru had to read her lips to be sure of what she said. "And try to come up with a plan."
***
"Hey feather's come on!" Inu Yasha called, banging on the door. "You cheated me out of a sparing match yesterday so I want a good one now!" He pounded on the door again. "Wake your lazy ass up dammit!" He stood there a moment longer in silence then cocked hishead towards the door listening. Nothing, not even the sound of her moving around in bed. He took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping he wouldn't get smacked for this before reminding himself that Hikaru was nothing like Kagome. And thank the Kami too, the last thing I need is another woman smacking me around.
But isn't that the point of her sparring with you? A voice in his head asked.
The hanyou made a face, No dumbass the point of sparring is to sharpen our skills!
He was somewhat surprised to find the room empty. Had she already gone ahead to the dojo? Or maybe to get breakfast? He was about to leave when a stray scent caught his nose, curious he followed it to her bed. The salty smell that lay where her head had been. Tears? He stood up straight, scratching his head confused. Why the hell would she of all people be cry- He stopped when he noticed something else.
Her swords...
They were still on the dresser. He walked over to the closet then and pulled open the wooden doors open, Her fighting clothes and her usual outfits were still in there. What the hell?
Then his sensitive ears picked up a slight whine and growl from the next room over. "Kirara?" The Hanyou left the room quickly and without thinking ran right into Sango's room without knocking. Kirara lay against one wall off the room, a large gash along her side. The door to the closet above the cat youkai was cracked, likely what she got thrown into. A good portion of the rest of the room was wrecked too. He rushed over the saber cat and knelt by her "Kirara! what happened? Where's Sango!?" The small youkai simply whined and licked his hand. "How the hell did this happen without any of us waking up?"
"A silence spell."
Inu Yasha turned towards the door, Yuki stood there a rare and serious look on her face. "What?"
"I can smell the magic in the air, they probably used a concealment spell to hide their scent and youki as well, but for obvious reasons that's harder to smell."
Had he not already been told a long time ago that hanyou could not smell magic clearly like full blooded youkai, Inu Yasha would have asked why he didn't smell it. His eyes narrowed, "Who did they take Yuki?"
Yuki closed her eyes a moment, pinpointing all the auras in the palace. She then stretched her perception a bit further outside, incase one of those missing went for a walk. "They took three, Sango, Hikaru, and Kagome." Yuki opened her eyes to see her half-brother growling.
***
Meanwhile Sesshoumaru was in a similar emotional state as his brother, however he had to remain in more control, at least in outward appearances. The soon to be Lord of the Western Lands wanted nothing more than to rage and kill those who had dared make a move against him in such a dishonorable manner instead of confronting him up front. Unfortunaely he had no evidence of who was to blame. At the same time a small part of him still wondered why he was so mad that Kagome had been taken.
How was it that, in the space of a mere five weeks or so, he had gone from barely noticing the miko's existence to asking her to be his mate (though she had yet to answer)? It must have been the dreams he reasoned, for there had been little to do in all that time alone together but talk. In that time he had seen all angles of her personality. The silent patience, the fiery temper, her willing stubbornness, her understanding and acceptance. He in turn had shown her the parts of him that none had seen in decades, his attitudes and simple desires that he kept hidden away from the real world for fear of losing control. Slowly he had allowed himself to relax, first with simple straight-faced teasing, then allowing himself small smiles. Before he had realized it he was laughing with her and telling her of all the pointless stupid things he did as a pup that he swore he would never tell anyone ever again.
But he told her. For where else could a secret be safest kept, except for in a dream? Where the dreamer would rarely, if ever, realize it as a truth.
Sesshoumaru was amazed at how childish he allowed himself to be with her, how much younger he felt when the outside world didn't seem to matter. And while he was with her it didn't. He was even more surprised that, once he realized that Kagome was his Blue Moon, that he was not disappointed, that he only wanted to be with her more. Now that he could really feel her, touch her, smell her. He almost smiled upon recalling his actions the other morning. He was so consumed with the fact that it was her, that she was really before him that he forgot he was awake. His heart had beat frantically with excitement that he had found her. What was more he was playful, he even gave Inu Yasha advice that was hidden under his (not so obvious) teasing. She had made him experience life again.
And now someone was trying to take that away.
He was about to send for Jaken to deliver a message to his castle when a not completely unexpected message came from his sister. "Sesshoumaru we have a problem."
She used his full name, this must be serious, "I know. Kagome is missing isn't she?"
Yuki blinked, "Yes, but she is not the only one."
"Oh?"
"No, Sango and Hikaru are missing as well."
"Do you have any idea what happened?"
"Someone came in last night with a concealment spell, and kidnapped them, we don't have numbers. However I think a caster or some other magic item was involved."
"Such as?"
"Kirara was injured and the state of Sango's room suggests that there was a short scuffle which should have woken up someone. After smelling the magic I believe it was a silence spell. Kagome's room also has some residual magic, I think she was trying to protect herself but it doesn't seem as though it lasted long."
"And Hikaru?"
Yuki sighed, "She didn't even get a chance to fight."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow, "That seems rather suspicious."
"Well yes it would be except..."
"Except?
"Well when I sniffed around her room I found out something."
"And what's that?" Sesshoumaru asked, his patience thinning.
"She was human last night."
The Youkai lord took a long steadying breath and brought some fingers up to rub the bridge of his nose. The one night she may have been useful and she was human, He thought annoyed. "Anything else you can tell me?"
"I attempted to get to Kagome's mind before calling you, unfortunately I am either not familiar enough with her, or there is a ward about her which prevents these such communication spells. I have asked baba and jiji here to look into a way for me to transfer the spell to you so you can find her, since you are obviously more familiar with her mind than I"
"No one knows about the dreams but you, Kagome and I correct?"
"As far as I know, but I think she might have told Inu Yasha."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and kept himself from muttering a curse,"We'll have to hope they don't know about it and that it is not blocked. I will try to speak with her tonight."
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
"Contact me again later Yuki."
"Hai... Oh and Sesshie?" uh-oh she had used the nickname again.
"Yes?" he asked, somewhat cautiously.
"That foreplay thing, that was a good one."
She severed the link immediately after that, leaving her brother with a slightly surprised, before he shook his head, almost smiling if there weren't more pressing matters. They took Kagome, Hikaru and the hunter. Three mature human females...They were obviously not after Rin then. Someone must have told them about my choosing Kagome, and the assailants must not have known which human female she was. But then of course who was the one to tell? It was possible that someone may have heard Jaken muttering and moping about it while walking down the halls. Sesshoumaru dismissed that theory, he had told the toad that he would not speak a word of it while in his father's castle under penalty of immense pain. The toad was to fearful and blindly loyal to him to do that. It must be the traitor. He thought darkly, his hackles rising. But who is it? And more to the point how the hell am I going to get out of here to save Kagome?
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Next Chapter: A traitor reveled (but only to yu guys the characters don't get to know :P), and we get to meet Nataku, Hikaru's brother.
12/16/02- I meant to put this update up yesterday (or two days ago I guess since it's one in the morn) but I've been busy packing and playing Hackmaster :)
Umm... what else? well I'm still packing and cleaning, moving, and throwing stuff out, and when I get home I will probably be cleaning, throwing stuff out, unpacking and doing laundry (gotta bring dirty clothes home from collage, it's a must!) however I do have some portions of the next chapter done, but not a whole lot to be honest. So there's not likely to be anything else before X-mas at least (AHH! I have to shop too!) *hika-chan spazzes and runs around in circles before she runs into a wall. Sits up with little Shippo and Kurama foxes flying around her head.* See ya later guys uunnn *passes out*
An Inu Yasha Fanfic by Hika-chan
Chapter 11: Memories and Dreams
I was seven or so when it happened, I'm not quite sure I was so young after all. I lived with Nataku and my mother then. She was human, with some measure of power, though I am not sure the extent. At our births her and father sealed our youkai blood to a degree, so we would be spared a measure of discrimination. But certain things could not be hid, like my brother's white hair and my crimson eyes. It is interesting how no one in the village had ever expected anything of us odd looking children or of our father before he left us, for reasons I still do not know. Despite the lack of a male head in our home my mother was respected, a skilled and successful midwife. Nataku and I used to play with the other children, run and play and help my beautiful mother in the house.
We were so happy.
I used to be a very happy child.
I fear I will never be so again.
Then a lone visitor proved to me the stupidity of humans. At least of them in general. A single stranger, how I still long to find him and tear him apart for what he did to us.
As was our normal behavior then, my brother and I were playing with the other children when he noticed us. My brother's snow white hair, mine red streaked and our strange eyes that seemed to glow. Soon rumors were flying about that my mother had given birth to evil youkai children, though admittedly the youkai part was true. One would think by the way the villagers suddenly turned on us that we were the strangers. The stupid superstitious humans that they were, dragged us from our once happy home, screaming obscenities and prayers for my mother's "tainted" soul.
I remember the look of fear and sorrow in some of the women's eyes, and in the eyes of the fellow children, our friends. They wanted to speak up, to defend us, but they could not. They could not bring themselves to dishonor their fathers and husbands. I cannot blame the children, they were, after all, just kids like myself, unsure and confused as to what was going on. Only Nataku and I were utterly terrified as well. I do blame the women though, those who my mother helped while with-child and during childbirth. To scared to help their long time friend. They were not women, they were scared animals used for breeding and housework. Pitiful obedient creatures who aided in my mother's death with only tears as their protest, if even that.
We were terrified, crying and screaming, clawing at the arms that held us as we watched the stones one by one strike my mother.
Crying.
Screaming.
Scratching.
Clawing.
Flailing our helpless arms desperately to reach her, just wanting to save her. Knowing somewhere in our desperate young minds that we would be next.
Stone by stone she was stuck down.
Stone by stone we too would fall.
Stone by stone our blood would decorate the ground.
And stone by stone we would be buried underneath the hate and fear a single stranger brought to our village.
At one point after I do not know how long we broke free from our captors, or were let go... I do not know which. We ran desperately, tired and tripping over nothing to our mother's side. We called to her, cried to her, screamed for her, red hot tears I can still feel running down my cheeks on the days of the full moon.
Crying.
Screaming.
Begging.
But she made no move, her face and clothes stained dark red, her blank eyes would not look at us, only past us, through us. But they were not looking. They saw nothing at all.
Because dead eyes cannot see.
I didn't understand it at the time, I didn't know what death was. That was the day I learned. That day I learned what death was and the day I learned how to hate. It would not have mattered if my father had come a minute later.
I do not remember but father tells me the rocks were just being thrown. It was at that point I felt him, his presence and the wind. The wind that tunneled up around us like a protective wall taking all the rocks with it before dropping them haphazardly on the surrounding mob of mindless simpletons. They scattered like frightened cattle, dust and debris blinding them from the sight of my brother and I still crying over our mother's broken body.
And in the middle of the storm with us stood my father, who gently pried our hands from my sweet mother and brought us into his arms. I clung to him desperately, not knowing at the time who he was, only that he was safe to be with. The winds picked up my mother and brought her with us as I cried. I only remember that I cried.
And as the noon day sun reached it's zenith my streaks disappeared and my eyes darkened to mahogany. But I only remember tears.
And so forever will the day of the full moon haunt my years...
"Hikaru-san," she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Hikaru-san, wake up."
"Okaasan," the hanyou moaned half awake.
Kagome now recognized what she was smelling, the salty wetness of tears. She shook the hanyou girl a little more. "Hikaru-san."
Wet red eyes opened in the darkness, "Kagome-san?" she blinked away the tears and sleepiness from her eyes, but her head still felt a little dizzy. "Kagome-san what are you doing in my-" She stopped and examined her surroundings. This was not her room. "Where are we?"
Kagome sat back on her heels, it was at this point Hikaru noticed that both of them, and Sango who still appeared unconscious, were each wearing a nemaki, likely the same ones each had gone to sleep in. The miko, she noticed, also had a nasty looking bruise on one of her cheeks. The hunter did not look that well off either, her bruises probably the reason for her unconsciousness. "I'm not sure exactly." The miko gestured to a set of bars at the side of the alcove in which they sat. Two torches were on the opposite wall, their only source of light. "We're obviously prisoners in a cave somewhere though."
"Do you think we can break out?" she whispered back, barely heard over the voices coming from elsewhere in the cave.
Kagome sighed, "I don't think so. We might be able to get out of the cell but I don't think we could make it that far."
Hikaru raised a brow, "And why is that?"
"Because, from what I have been able to hear and smell, there are three, maybe four full grown inu youkai out there. The three of us with our weapons could get past one, two at the most. But there is no way we can take out three in our pajamas."
The hanyou sighed and nodded, "I see your point... so what do we do?"
"We wait," Kagome said so quietly Hikaru had to read her lips to be sure of what she said. "And try to come up with a plan."
"Hey feather's come on!" Inu Yasha called, banging on the door. "You cheated me out of a sparing match yesterday so I want a good one now!" He pounded on the door again. "Wake your lazy ass up dammit!" He stood there a moment longer in silence then cocked hishead towards the door listening. Nothing, not even the sound of her moving around in bed. He took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping he wouldn't get smacked for this before reminding himself that Hikaru was nothing like Kagome. And thank the Kami too, the last thing I need is another woman smacking me around.
But isn't that the point of her sparring with you? A voice in his head asked.
The hanyou made a face, No dumbass the point of sparring is to sharpen our skills!
He was somewhat surprised to find the room empty. Had she already gone ahead to the dojo? Or maybe to get breakfast? He was about to leave when a stray scent caught his nose, curious he followed it to her bed. The salty smell that lay where her head had been. Tears? He stood up straight, scratching his head confused. Why the hell would she of all people be cry- He stopped when he noticed something else.
Her swords...
They were still on the dresser. He walked over to the closet then and pulled open the wooden doors open, Her fighting clothes and her usual outfits were still in there. What the hell?
Then his sensitive ears picked up a slight whine and growl from the next room over. "Kirara?" The Hanyou left the room quickly and without thinking ran right into Sango's room without knocking. Kirara lay against one wall off the room, a large gash along her side. The door to the closet above the cat youkai was cracked, likely what she got thrown into. A good portion of the rest of the room was wrecked too. He rushed over the saber cat and knelt by her "Kirara! what happened? Where's Sango!?" The small youkai simply whined and licked his hand. "How the hell did this happen without any of us waking up?"
"A silence spell."
Inu Yasha turned towards the door, Yuki stood there a rare and serious look on her face. "What?"
"I can smell the magic in the air, they probably used a concealment spell to hide their scent and youki as well, but for obvious reasons that's harder to smell."
Had he not already been told a long time ago that hanyou could not smell magic clearly like full blooded youkai, Inu Yasha would have asked why he didn't smell it. His eyes narrowed, "Who did they take Yuki?"
Yuki closed her eyes a moment, pinpointing all the auras in the palace. She then stretched her perception a bit further outside, incase one of those missing went for a walk. "They took three, Sango, Hikaru, and Kagome." Yuki opened her eyes to see her half-brother growling.
Meanwhile Sesshoumaru was in a similar emotional state as his brother, however he had to remain in more control, at least in outward appearances. The soon to be Lord of the Western Lands wanted nothing more than to rage and kill those who had dared make a move against him in such a dishonorable manner instead of confronting him up front. Unfortunaely he had no evidence of who was to blame. At the same time a small part of him still wondered why he was so mad that Kagome had been taken.
How was it that, in the space of a mere five weeks or so, he had gone from barely noticing the miko's existence to asking her to be his mate (though she had yet to answer)? It must have been the dreams he reasoned, for there had been little to do in all that time alone together but talk. In that time he had seen all angles of her personality. The silent patience, the fiery temper, her willing stubbornness, her understanding and acceptance. He in turn had shown her the parts of him that none had seen in decades, his attitudes and simple desires that he kept hidden away from the real world for fear of losing control. Slowly he had allowed himself to relax, first with simple straight-faced teasing, then allowing himself small smiles. Before he had realized it he was laughing with her and telling her of all the pointless stupid things he did as a pup that he swore he would never tell anyone ever again.
But he told her. For where else could a secret be safest kept, except for in a dream? Where the dreamer would rarely, if ever, realize it as a truth.
Sesshoumaru was amazed at how childish he allowed himself to be with her, how much younger he felt when the outside world didn't seem to matter. And while he was with her it didn't. He was even more surprised that, once he realized that Kagome was his Blue Moon, that he was not disappointed, that he only wanted to be with her more. Now that he could really feel her, touch her, smell her. He almost smiled upon recalling his actions the other morning. He was so consumed with the fact that it was her, that she was really before him that he forgot he was awake. His heart had beat frantically with excitement that he had found her. What was more he was playful, he even gave Inu Yasha advice that was hidden under his (not so obvious) teasing. She had made him experience life again.
And now someone was trying to take that away.
He was about to send for Jaken to deliver a message to his castle when a not completely unexpected message came from his sister. "Sesshoumaru we have a problem."
She used his full name, this must be serious, "I know. Kagome is missing isn't she?"
Yuki blinked, "Yes, but she is not the only one."
"Oh?"
"No, Sango and Hikaru are missing as well."
"Do you have any idea what happened?"
"Someone came in last night with a concealment spell, and kidnapped them, we don't have numbers. However I think a caster or some other magic item was involved."
"Such as?"
"Kirara was injured and the state of Sango's room suggests that there was a short scuffle which should have woken up someone. After smelling the magic I believe it was a silence spell. Kagome's room also has some residual magic, I think she was trying to protect herself but it doesn't seem as though it lasted long."
"And Hikaru?"
Yuki sighed, "She didn't even get a chance to fight."
Sesshoumaru raised a brow, "That seems rather suspicious."
"Well yes it would be except..."
"Except?
"Well when I sniffed around her room I found out something."
"And what's that?" Sesshoumaru asked, his patience thinning.
"She was human last night."
The Youkai lord took a long steadying breath and brought some fingers up to rub the bridge of his nose. The one night she may have been useful and she was human, He thought annoyed. "Anything else you can tell me?"
"I attempted to get to Kagome's mind before calling you, unfortunately I am either not familiar enough with her, or there is a ward about her which prevents these such communication spells. I have asked baba and jiji here to look into a way for me to transfer the spell to you so you can find her, since you are obviously more familiar with her mind than I"
"No one knows about the dreams but you, Kagome and I correct?"
"As far as I know, but I think she might have told Inu Yasha."
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and kept himself from muttering a curse,"We'll have to hope they don't know about it and that it is not blocked. I will try to speak with her tonight."
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
"Contact me again later Yuki."
"Hai... Oh and Sesshie?" uh-oh she had used the nickname again.
"Yes?" he asked, somewhat cautiously.
"That foreplay thing, that was a good one."
She severed the link immediately after that, leaving her brother with a slightly surprised, before he shook his head, almost smiling if there weren't more pressing matters. They took Kagome, Hikaru and the hunter. Three mature human females...They were obviously not after Rin then. Someone must have told them about my choosing Kagome, and the assailants must not have known which human female she was. But then of course who was the one to tell? It was possible that someone may have heard Jaken muttering and moping about it while walking down the halls. Sesshoumaru dismissed that theory, he had told the toad that he would not speak a word of it while in his father's castle under penalty of immense pain. The toad was to fearful and blindly loyal to him to do that. It must be the traitor. He thought darkly, his hackles rising. But who is it? And more to the point how the hell am I going to get out of here to save Kagome?
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Next Chapter: A traitor reveled (but only to yu guys the characters don't get to know :P), and we get to meet Nataku, Hikaru's brother.
12/16/02- I meant to put this update up yesterday (or two days ago I guess since it's one in the morn) but I've been busy packing and playing Hackmaster :)
Umm... what else? well I'm still packing and cleaning, moving, and throwing stuff out, and when I get home I will probably be cleaning, throwing stuff out, unpacking and doing laundry (gotta bring dirty clothes home from collage, it's a must!) however I do have some portions of the next chapter done, but not a whole lot to be honest. So there's not likely to be anything else before X-mas at least (AHH! I have to shop too!) *hika-chan spazzes and runs around in circles before she runs into a wall. Sits up with little Shippo and Kurama foxes flying around her head.* See ya later guys uunnn *passes out*