A/N: Not a lot to say. I'll just post the usual at the end from now on.
Kagome vs. Shikon High
Chapter 7
Games of Love
"Sir, its all ready. The plane, your luggage, the setup. All we need is you. I'll be waiting in the hotel lobby when you feel ready." The figure bowed stiffly, snapping its mouth closed to prevent anymore babble from being voiced in his gravelly bass voice. "If that's all, I'll be leaving, sir."
"Yes, do ungrace me with your uninformed presence." The voice erupted from the shadows, a dark, uncanny thing out of place inside the bright and cheery hotel room in Australia. "Leave the room key on the table, Juromaru."
"Yes, sir. Call me if you need anything." The man turned sharply on his heels and strode out of the room after placing a thin card on the marble table. It was the same room any other customer would have gotten. It made no difference to him whether HIS OWN compartment was a rat-hole or a seven star mansion-resort. All that mattered to him was being free from his master's iron grasp on him, free from the terrors. He was but a shadow of his former self, fleeting and sliding slowly away at the dawn of light.
There had been a time when he had loved light, cherished life. Now he despised it, and wished above all else to end the hell he lived every waking moment in. But there were worse things then hell, he had discovered early on.
He had strained against his mental imprisonment, his bonding chains, to go outside and be normal. Punished severely and deliberately each time, he never went out again. Only in the night. He only did things the master did, and only did he venture to do something when the master allowed him.
He was a slave. A modern slave. A blood slave. Whatever you called it, associates, partners, accomplice and master, it was hell. Juromaru halted his turmoil as he came upon the elevator.
His thoughts were set afire when he was situated for the long ride back up from the deep cavernous underground rooms on the negative forty-seventh floor. Settling down comfortably on a plushy chair in the corner, he sat and pondered.
What could have possible possessed him to come crawling to this, this, spawn of the devil? To beg to be taken in?
His befuddled brain ran through the usual list.
He wasn't a bad-looking boy. He stood and walked slowly to the mirror covering one side of the enormous elevator. His whitish-gray hair had lavender streaks, and always somehow managed to sway in a non-existent breeze, creating a deathly calm, cool and relaxed look. No problem there. His eyes may have been a bit expressionless and indifferent, cold even, but he suspected that working for the master had done it. They were a cold, icy indigo-violet.
His face wasn't deformed, either. It was pale, but had a deathly grace about it, almost glowing strangely. In his mouth the only odd thing would have been the larger than usual pearly canines (fangs, said his brother).
There was nothing wrong with the way he dressed either. He was far too sophisticated and mature for sweatpants and hoodies, but he occasionally wore a pair of his favorite worn out baggy jeans. Rarely. When he wasn't at work assassinating people for the master (who said he'd been gifted with a rare talent, and that he was born to do harm), he wore casual sneakers or tennis shoes.
He frowned. Straitening the stiffened collar of his hotel boy uniform, he recalled WHY he had been forced to degrade himself and wear the horrid thing. Something about 'blending in' had drove through his head. Ah well. He dusted the blood red collar, brushing off invisible dirt before moving to the matching shirt. He had purposely left the collar unbuttoned, quickly fixing it before dropping in on the master. He nearly tore it open now, and he undid the rest of the shirt as well, revealing toned abs and a chiseled chest. Hey, what could he say? You had to be fit to assassinate for the master.
Kami it was hot in the cursed elevator. He'd have to tell the manager to fix that. Not for the good of customers, of course. But hell, if he had to ride to the negative forty-seventh floor, he'd definitely need it fixed. Panting now, he continued his mental noting, cursing the black silk pants. Who knew they could get so damn infernal?
He paused to consider his usual assassination attire. Not very modern, but it still gave him comfort that no other inanimate object could. It reminded him of his brother. Kageromaru. That bastard. He'd taken Juromaru's old haori before leaving abruptly. Smart bastard. Unlike poor Juromaru, left to spill blood and serve every beck-and-call of his notoriously evil master. His life was SO down the drain.
Maybe that's why he came here. Back then, it was Kageromaru and him, roaming the streets, the lost dogs in the underworld. They were unemployed assassins, the two of them. Heel, who cares if his brother was a bit creepy and deformed unusually. Maybe more than a bit. It wasn't NEARLY as bad as it was now, though. If he could just take back that one day, the day he joined with the master, he would. Grasp it the palm of his hand and squash it flat.
Hmm. The elevator hit the lobby floor, and the musing demon stepped out immediately, slowly buttoning his shirt once more, leaving it a third open. Immediately, some girl spotted him and started looking him over. He didn't care; flirting was punishable by the master. So he simply ignored the hinting woman and moved on toward the large glassy green marble desk.
Damn, he wondered where Kageromaru was… Perhaps paired with his infamous brother, they would break the master and he could be a free demon once more. He allowed himself to become loft in dreams, clouding his evil side as he strode toward the door and began monotonously greeting customers, hiding away his inner troubles.
o.O.o.O
Kagome let down her hair for a moment, running her fingers through it before tightly sweeping it up into a high ponytail. Securing the silky mass with a silky blood red ribbon, she took a deep breath and ran the plan of action over and over in her head until it was meaningless.
"Hey, Kagome? Are you sure you're feeling okay? That brawl with Sess looked like it took a number on ya." Kouga had come over now, peering anxiously into her eyes, before testing the temperature of her forehead. "You feel awful warm. Maybe you should sit out…"
"No way! Then that perv over there would automatically get a free date! Hell no, thank you very much!" She growled, recalling the scene of his pervertedness and outright daring. 'How dare he ask me on a date! I'll especially enjoy beating the crap out of him now.' Her sapphire blue orbs narrowed and she walked past Kouga, ignoring his suggestion completely.
Across the field, she saw Bankotsu huddling with Miroku and Sesshomaru, no doubt plotting a conspiracy. 'Amazing how utterly stupid they look. But they're definitely smarter than they look.' She followed Bankotsu's lips, watching them form the words of their game plan. 'Hah. Simple. They make it too easy.'
Reading the handsome youth's lips, she learned the plan. 'Excellent. It won't collide with ours.' Smirking a secret smirk, she grinned and turned away, heading for the Gatorade table, where her teammates were perched precariously on its edge. "Good news."
"Eh? Not ANOTHER football thing please, Kagome…" Sango frowned as she sarcastically added, "Kouga and I just LOVE football pep talks, you know. But we've already heard it, Kaggy."
Kagome rolled her eyes. "Bankotsu was telling them his plan, and was foolish enough to give me a clear view of his lips. So I read the plan."
"And?" Kouga asked, not impressed.
"They completely won't come in contact with us. A triple pincer with Miroku, the fastest, in center, with the other two as bodyguards. They're using sheer force as a strength, if you get me. We'll have to pick up the pace though, because there's a chance of success in sight of them. Okay?"
"Mmm." The two replied, "Affirmative."
"Now let's put this baby into action!" Kagome flashed a dazzling smile across the field, followed by her famous 'Bring-It-On' cocky look as she shifted into position at the white line, the crimson ribbon's tattered ends flapping around her in the wandering breeze.
o.O.o.O
"What do you want, you imbecile?" A voice hissed, extra impatient to hear that his brother and 'master' hadn't even begun to arrive in the vicinity.
"Er… Sir?"
"Spit it out, I've got better things to do than listen to your stuttering."
"I've just received a tip from the spy you, err, I sent to the hotel."
"Well?" The demon became a bit more eager to listen.
"T-They… It's unlikely that they're coming."
"WHAT?" He roared, springing up from the chair.
"The spy said they haven't left the hotel, and that…"
"That what?"
"He suspects that the two aren't even staying there."
"Suspects, eh?" The voice in shadow seemed amused, and the underling let out a nervous chuckle. "AND WHAT DO YOU THINK IS SO FUNNY? ALL YOU'VE DONE IS BRING ME PREPOSITIONS!" The figure leapt at the man, flipping up a thin blade to place at the terrified man's throat. "Anything else WORTHY of our time?"
The man opened his mouth and began flapping it like a fish. "No? Well then, I won't be needing you. I'll see it myself." He smoothly got in the stance to slide the blade across the mortal's throat.
"Wait, wait, please!" The man cried. "The spy said he had seen one unusual thing as he walked in!"
"And that would be?"
"A man with purple-white hair gave him an emotionless greeting!"
"Useless." Kageromaru stated, slitting the servant's throat, feeling the warm red and sticky life liquid slide over his hand.
Then it occurred to him.
"Damn it to hell! It must have been Juro! Wha-" He wheeled sharply to ask the man what the hotel was called. He was dead. "Kuso. Guess it's manual for me. Never was any damn good at manual searches though…"
o.O.o.O
The master sighed an irritated sigh and slid effortlessly through the layers of junk and clutter as he walked slowly to the plushy sofa. Plopping down in a dignified manner, he stretched out luxuriously and settled down for some high-class sorcery. Focusing, he aimlessly twirled a evergreen leaf between his index finger and thumb, its ridges blurring consistently.
His orbs were drawn to the spinning leaf, as a fly is drawn to light. His eyes narrowed, and he shifted into a more comfortable position to ponder and scry around him.
He knew of Juromaru's disloyal thoughts and wishes, of Kageromaru's spies and plots, of the exact placement of the target. He knew everything. Or at least he considered it to be that way. But what did it matter if his servant liked or disliked him? As long as the demon was ruled by fear and did a decent job, he didn't give a damn.
The corners of his narrow mouth upturned as pictures began appearing in the leaf's spinning whirlwind, and they began focusing. There! The leaf had found the target and focused. Smirking, he stared at the image, burning it into his mind's eye.
A girl. Nothing much to the passerby. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Enticing. Wild. It made no difference to him.
But she was his rival, his bane. She had made a fool of him, shunned him, mocked him. She had defeated him in battle.
She hated him.
She wanted him dead, whether she followed or not.
She was willing to go all the way and farther.
He hated her.
He wanted her dead.
He wanted to be the one to do it.
o.O.o.O
What's done is done, as they say.
Shippou had blown the shrill whistle, and Bankotsu came to stand face to face with her, their foreheads touching. They had tossed coins. He had won, and then gone on to say Lady Luck was on his side.
The whistle sounded off again, and Bankotsu took off, after smirking at her, challenging her to stop him. How she wanted to. To stop him dead in his tracks, to chase him down. She wanted to. But she couldn't.
She had to intercept him, however. She smirked. She could afford to give him a few 'accidental' bruises. Sidling up to him, she was only going a fractional speed, and suddenly a fancy struck her. "Hey Bankotsu?"
"Eh?" Was his short reply.
"Why'd you wanna go out with me anyway? Twenty second answer. Nineteen. Eighteen…" She was playing a dangerous game now, as they came upon midfield. "One. Time's up." She skipped all the way through, and she body slammed him.
A normal human being would have flown nearly twelve feet. He didn't budge, and continued on normally. Surprised, but not showing it, Kagome put her whole small body weight into the slam, finally knocking him over after quite a bit of effort. He toppled over, but grabbed her sleeve and pulled her down with him.
"H-Hey!" Kagome went down with an indignant shout. Now she was irked. "I'll not tolerate being squashed TWICE in the same day."
From the corner of his eye, Bankotsu saw the other members on the field slowly edging away. "Where do you think you're going!" He yelled when he saw Miroku cowering behind Sango, who was behind Kouga in turn.
"Pay attention… Bankotsu," She hissed, pissed off and ready to kick ass. "Let's move Kouga. Sango. It's our ball." Glaring a professional glare that would have sent fear clawing up Sesshomaru's spine, she sprinted over in a huff to the line.
The whistle shrieked again.
o.O.o.O
It was one of those apocalypses. The hot, dry, and brutal heat days, hammering away at the marrow of the bone, breaking the resistance head-on. The master didn't care, however. He had strode in his full looming glory into the lobby of the fancy hotel, mingling (with revulsion) among the sweating humans.
His flowing long hair was loose, swirling around his back in an unnerving way, drawing mystified gazes. He was clad in completely alien clothing, completely against the harsh law of the desert sun, clashing against the sands outside of the unusual town. Brushing off his armor, he smirked and snapped. Juromaru was there in an instant, shirt unbuttoned completely.
"Can't take the heat, eh?" The master said scornfully.
"No sir." Juromaru said in his odd tone. "Shall I commute us to the airport?"
"Do."
They got into the car, which had seemingly loaded itself and its masters' belongings, somehow cramming everything inside the small space.
"Let's move. I shall deal with the wench… Kagome… myself."
o.O.o.O
It all seemed as though she was watching from a distance.
"22. 31. 47. HIKE!" Sango yelled.
Kouga caught the ball, and immediately went into his tornado, kicking up the debris of the field into the opponents' faces. He faked it to her, then proceeded to dash wildly with the ball, secretly handing it to Sango as he took off. Sesshomaru blurred at an incredible rate, catching up in no time.
'Damn!' Kagome thought, 'He'll figure us out…' She pulled into her own tornado, whirling sand around her brother, blinding his senses temporarily.
"Dirty trick, but effective." The voice clicked in her head. "I'd have done the same. In fact, I think I will." He whipped out a halberd from thin air, having it materialize in his fingers. He swung it back one-handedly, and he released the building energies. A huge wall of sand, dirt, earth, and wind flew towards Kagome.
Surprised, she smirked. "Always loved surprises. Good to see I'm not the only one who enjoys talent." She ran straight for it, feet blurred at an impossible rate. She screeched to a stop right before it, smoothly leaping over it, landing crouched with one knee bent.
"Well, I'm impressed. Thought you were just a pretty face."
Kagome snorted. "Pretty face, eh? Hah."
"Yo!"
She wheeled, pinpointing the source of the sound.
"Hey Ban, catch! You could use it. Who's the hot girl?" A football flew over the fence at such a velocity that it was smoking and sizzling it. Bankotsu seemed unfazed, so Kagome showed no emotion about the matter, instead concentrating on Sango, who had stopped dead and was staring at the individuals making their way across the street.
"Her?" He jabbed a finger toward Kagome, eyebrow raised.
"Yes, her. I believe she's the only female next to you." A massive demon appeared, definitely NOT human. After all, he was the size of a small mountain.
"And what a beautiful girl you are, miss. I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting." A young man bent down and took her hand in his, placing a fiery, lingering kiss across her knuckles.
"Higurashi. Kagome. You?"
"Jakotsu. Just Jakotsu. I go to this school, just had a doctor's appointment."
"I see." She smiled and flipped him her smirk. "Catchya around… Jakotsu."
"Yea. I'd like that Kagome."
Bankotsu nearly exploded. "That's SOOOO unfair! I have to play you football in order for you to be nice, and you just made friends with Jak in under a MINUTE?"
"Maybe it's because Jak hasn't been a hentai, and has been excellently well behaved." Kagome stated, before deciding to add something. "Chill. I'm winning." She smirked, walking away.
"She's got a nice ass." Suikotsu said thoughtfully, as though it were a sutra for Bankotsu's irritation.
"I heard that, you ecchi." Kagome glared an icy glare over her shoulder, "I'll get you back for that when I'm done taking out the trash. Yo Sango, RUN! I'll take care of Sesshy. Just GO!"
"Hey." Seshomaru said emotionlessly.
"Hey. You're going down for what you did this afternoon. Ready?"
"Hell yea. Bring it on."
"Please and thank you."
"Ladies first."
"I'm not considered a lady. Too… evil."
Rolling his eyes, Sesshomaru retorted, "I suppose I'll come at you then."
"Good."
"Wench, your inferior attitude is most displeasing. I despise you."
"Thanks. Now just bring it already."
Sesshomaru smiled. "Gladly, I'll kick your ass."
"Dream on, baby." Kagome beckoned with her index finger. "Keep in mind, I'm superior to you in class."
"And I outnumber you in years."
"No you don't you big baby! I saved your butt!"
"You're still going down."
"Excellent."
The aggravated inu youkai did an expert roundhouse kick, and Kagome grabbed his foot, twisting it a bit and lodging it on her shoulder. "Being smart, eh?" He boldly commented.
"As usual." He formed the green light whip, smacking her on the cheek, leaving a long trail of crimson blood.
"Your impudence shall prove your downfall." Sesshomaru grinned evilly.
"I don't care, as long as Sango gets across the line. I don't have time for this. Move, you slug!"
"As you wish, Kaggy."
"Shut up and finish this." She slid into stance, seeing Bankotsu break into a run from the corner of her eye. "Kuso!" She twisted, doing a one-handed backflip. Sprinting after the fast boy, she called out, "Come back here! There's only ONE ball allowed on the field!"
"It's futile."
She turned sharply, giving Sesshomaru a good whack on the cheek as she zoomed past at full speed. Grabbing the ball gently from Sango, she sped full speed towards the touchdown line. Almost there…
Beads of concentrationistic sweat appeared on Bankotsu's forehead as he put the works into dashing across the line. "Kami please give me speed! I really need to win this…"
The whistle sounded victory.
o.O.o.O (who won? Who do ya think?)
Kageromaru had been standing for seventeen straight hours. He was tired of being shoved around like he didn't exist, tired of waiting. Actually, to a human, he didn't exist; he was invisible. Gritting his teeth, he almost exploded when a man walked by and stepped (not lightly) on his exhausted foot.
He glanced up and glared. "Hey, its Juro." He watched his brother obediently lead an odd man in ancient armor, heading toward Gate 23. Tokyo, Japan. Smiling gently, he waited until they were fifty yards away, then silently slipped into the stream behind them and glided toward the plane.
It was going to be a beautiful day.
o.O.o.O
Kagome let a breath escape her, and watched dismally as it floated out into the suddenly chilly air, freezing over. She shivered violently now that game had stopped, and she had stopped moving. "Here." Something hit her in the head, and she turned to thank the person. It was Jakotsu.
"Thanks Jak." She flipped it over her shoulders, crossing her arms inside. A thought struck her. Turning to the rejoicing and quite lucky Bankotsu, she accused, "You cheated."
"How?"
"You brought another ball on to the field."
Sighing, Bankotsu turned and looked her in the eyes. "Fighting any other style but football on the field isn't allowed either."
"Well… How are we going to do this then?"
"I know!" Jakotsu piped up excitedly, "Bankotsu still DID cross before you, so you have to date him…" He paused. "His ego is so big, however, and it'll be badly beat up when you kick his ass. Thirty hits, however. Er…" He turned to the others. "Any ideas on how to patch up his ego? Plus he DID cross the line first, so he deserves a bonus."
"The school dance is coming up." Sesshomaru stated emotionlessly.
Staring at him, Jakotsu quirked a brow. "Creepy… But continue."
"He'll have to earn his chance the same, though, for I do believe there'll be more than one competitor for Miss Kagome's hand."
"Oooookkk. So… In exchange for the consideration to go to the dance with Ban… You can beat up another Shichinintai guy. Only five hits, though."
"Perfect. I think I know EXACTLY who to chose. The claws fellow." Kagome jabbed her thumb at Suikotsu.
"Do I get the pleasure of defending myself?"
"Yea."
"Can I fight back?"
"Yea. Only five hits per customer, though."
He smirked, and crossed his arms and shifted into a stance. "Come at me."
"Ladies first, claw face."
Gritting his teeth, Suikotsu blurred over, raking his claws down in a broad and dangerous sweep, putting Kagome under a rain of steel and metal. "One." She ducked, avoiding the swipe, and rapidly punched him in the gut.
He groaned, but made no move to go down. Suddenly he was behind her, pressing his claws at her throat, having his arm around her waist to prevent movement, facing her away from him. "Two." She said, viciously slamming her shapely leg up at high speed between his legs. He gasped in agony.
Grinning, she grabbed his head and flipped him over, leaving quite an impression in the dirt. "Three. I work well in high class pressure." She answered his silent question. "Your move." She crouched, waiting for him to get up and clear the dirt from his face. When he finally did so, she smirked.
"Four." She whispered, allowing him to boldly punch at her, claws stretched. She cocked her head to the side nonchalantly, and ducked the other one, going down into the stirred up dust. She extended her leg, and knocked his feet from under him.
He used his last move uselessly by slashing a big gash up her arm. Barely wincing, Kagome stood, pulling him up with her, walking away and leaving his a good distance away. "Five." She twirled and let the navy blue light whip fly from her index and middle fingers, stopping a centimeter before his face.
He had no problem imagining that she could have easily sliced him into ribbons with the poisonous whip.
"I win."
Sighing in defeat, Suikotsu asked, "What do you want me to do for you, miss?"
Looking mildly surprised, Kagome simply answered, "Nothing."
When she walked over to the water table, she saw Jakotsu gaping at her. "What?"
"Your arm…"
"I've had much worse." She glanced down at her appendage. It was pretty bad. Crimson blood was pooling around her foot. "Here." She took off Jakotsu's jacket rapidly and tossed it to him. "I don't think I got any blood on it. I'm sorry if it did and escaped my notice, however."
She turned to Kouga. "I'll be back in a sec, so just go and keep an eye out for anything…" She leaned in and hushed her tone, "suspicious."
"K, 'Gome."
Kagome strode off the field, heading for the bathroom. She slowly slipped inside, and calmly walked to the mirror and began washing off the gash, seeing the ruby red liquid slide and swirl down the drain.
o.O.o.O
Stepping out of the restroom, Kagome softly closed the door behind her, wincing as she massaged the large, nasty gash, trailing from her upper arm down to her wrist. She would rather die than admit it, but it sure hurt like hell. 'Damn, what did that guy do to his claws? I'm wimping out now that I got a tiny scratch! Sheesh.'
Deep in thought, she didn't notice when she had cleared the building and had strode pondering into the field, smacking into a tree. 'Kami, how embarrassing!' She flushed red and hoped none of the students had seen her. Shaking her hair hard enough that her ponytail whipped her in the face, she walked out into the open, leaving the shelter of the tree.
"Ooohh. That's a nasty bugger you've got there, 'Gome." Was the first thing Jakotsu remarked on as she stepped into view. "Did you clean it up?"
"N-No…" Kagome stuttered, surprised and touched by his concern.
"It is futile. 'Tis merely a scratch." Or lack of.
"Sess, I highly doubt you have the possible capacity to even be a remarkably DECENT human being for even a fraction of a millisecond! So do us all a favor and shut your trap for a few moments!" She burst, glaring him down.
"Ouch. You hurt me so, Kagome."
"Go hide under a rock if it pains you so much, then."
A/N: I decided to cut it there… Yea. Srry I took an eternity to update that last chap. And it sucked. Srry. Oh yes, the stuff at the beginning'll be here from now on. Save you sum browsing. XZ. (weird. I just made that smiley by mistake. Oh well.) Here's the stuff, then.
Review Responses.
InUyAsHaSgIrL431:
Inuyasha: Who you callin' a wimp!
Sorry Inuyasha… But you are a wimp. At least in this story. Not in my others.
I'll consider putting Inu in the triangle if you REALLY, REALLY, REALLY need him in. I agree that it'll be awesome seeing him make a fool of himself in the process of wooing Kagome, tho. Lol, srry, but its unlikely that he'll get the gurl in this one.
(inu's ears droop)
Maybe next time. Poor inu, he's devastated. Give him some air and ramen. He'll be good in an instant.
(hands ramen to downcast inu)
TwistedBlackAndRedRose: Gee, you must really love sesshy/kaggy pair. I like it too, when it's a good story. Have you read the story Out of the Past? (I think that's what its called) It's a really good sess kag story, brilliantly written. (its m, tho) give it a try, who knows maybe you'll like it. Lol, it seems everyone wants to get poor bankotsu to get beat up in public.
'Kotsu: (cries) WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE! What've I done to you? (sobs)
Aw… Don't worry, I won't kick your ass in public.
'Kotsu: you won't?
Kagome will.
'Kotsu: (wails)
Sh, sh, shhhhh! You'll wake the rabid monkey man up. Don't worry tho, you're still my favorite bishy, even if you've got bruises.
ANiMaAyAnGeL: grr. Hands off the bishy. (glomps 'kotsu) Jk. Lol. Thanx, glad you like it. Whooo! A tri with sess/kag/ban. It'll be in the polls. Keep voting! (cough you can vote again cough) What?
'Kotsu: air please! I've been squashed flat!
kouga lover( ): Ah. Another k/k vote. Hee hee. I'll try to update sooner… Try is the key word there…
Murasaki White Flame Fox: Yay! Class A compliments! Thanx. Oh, A Tale From the Past is my FAVORITE story. It rocks, yes? Kittymui just updated a few days ago, too. Oh yes, and ban and sess are SOO glomp material. I'd have a bunch of ban piccies, but… alas, my printer is evil and won't print. (cough low on color ink cough). Lol, yea, poor sess glompers.
(glomps sess)
XP. Nothing like acupuncture to wake ya up. Ugh. Never again. Sess, go take that armor off or no hugs for you!
The above reviewer: Yea! Gome/Kotsu is my fav pair, along with kag/hiten.. etc. I'll put that one up in the polls. :). (cough revote again cough)
Tamia ( ): You know me far too well. He'll get his ass whooped in the next chappy. Guess who kaggy will pick for the dance? It won't come up in a few chappies tho. XZ. Glad you luv the fic.
Kasudiu ( ): oook. I take that as a muted flame. "Kotsu, here's another one!
'Kotsu: yay! (flames sesshy's shoe)
You really shouldn't call me names. Sesshy's shoe gets hurt. It's very moody now.
viper( ): excellent suggestions. (winks) if you don't mind, I might just slip a few in… MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem. Sorry, had to get that out of my system.
nekoyaru: This seems to be the common suggestion/statement of the day. Poor 'kotsu, he's not taking this too well.
'Kotsu: what ever happened to the rabid fangirls? Guess they all like Inuyasha now… (sighs) 63 hours until doom's day.
o.O.o.O
Wow. That was a lot of reviews. O.O. I'm happy, tho. Onward to slaving over the next chapter! I mean… typing it up for you people! Yea, typing…
See ya next time!
-darkenedmoonli…
oh yea.
Next Time:Gym actually finishes, going out with a bang. Poor 'kotsu gets his ass kicked. Its lunch time! Something disturbing (no, its not miroku!) happens, and the gang finds themselves in a perilious position… Plus, Kagome's memories unearthed! And what! The dreaded date with Bankotsu…
Polls:
S/K: one vote ahead
K/K: runner up. one vote behind
Inu in triangle: 3 y, 3 n
Feudal era: bunch of no's, no yeses
B/K: one vote… boo hoo
Tri with b/k/k: no votes
Tri with b/k/s: one vote
New Poll:
Do a Kag/Jak pairing?
Do a j/k/k tri?
Do a j/k/s tri?
Voter included special! Do a /k? triDo a /Kagome pair
Do a /Sango/Miroku triangle
Send in suggestions, critisim, etc! I love hearing from you all!
Now I can say bye.
-darkenedmoonlightflame and company (sesshy and 'kotsu)