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Rescue Sango!
Kagome?. Pairings are SECRET! (clamps hands over muses' mouths) The reason this is in the KagomeBankotsu is because there isn't a certain section for this exactly. Will be explained more fully in the notes section of this chapter, because of a SPOILER (won't be a spoiler by the end, though).
There exists an academy for ladies and gentlemen; the finest, most stunningly beautiful are to be selected for a 'special' occasion at Lord Naraku's castle. Sango is chosen, and thanks to Kagome's super-uglifying, she is not. Unfortunately the selections get more than promised... Now it's up to her and her worst enemies to unravel the dastardly plots and RESCUE SANGO!
Disclaimer: I do not own either Inuyasha or Avatar: the Last Airbender, and do not claim to. Everything else (writing, plot, et cetera) IS MINE!
(A/N: Ah… another update, just for the sake of New Year's Eve. There is no way this will be finished by the end of today, though, so be patient and bear with me. I'm kind of tired now, so I'll type like a snail and make a thousand mistakes. It's all thanks to cooking fabulously delicious desserts… my muses are stuffed from it.
(As far as I know, this will have at least… (FINGER COUNT!) five or more parts, but two or more will be pretty brief-ish (Maybe not. Haven't gotten there.). Just a heads up. So you can expect some more.
(Whew. So much blah. To celebrate, cheers to the muses, and, once more, happy 2006!
(So, presenting, Rescue Sango! Part I, Chapter II.)
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Rescue Sango!
Part I; Academia
Chapter II; Face of the Enemy, Face of the Ally
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"Miracle." He muttered, rolling his eyes. They came to rest on his jacket. "Jacket…" It WAS his favorite though… But…? He continued his inner debate. "GAH!" Blushing, he slid out of it and tucked it around her as she shivered and trembled. A tranquil smile appeared, and she burrowed into it.
He sighed. 'My favorite…' He thought, wistful. 'Hey. Giving it to her, means not… getting it back, though… right?' Another sigh as he reached for it. Seeing her happy face, so beautiful and undisturbed, he stopped. 'HEY! I could leave a note asking for it back!'
Happy again, he envisioned scribbling it down and tucking it in a pocket. Unfortunately his brain was on a different track. He sighed, and wrote:
Keep it. You need it more than I do.
And with that, he left in a hurry, blushing and rounding the corner and keeping his sister from seeing it and reprimanding him (again). Nearly running into said girl, who exclaimed, "HEY! Where's your jacket you love so much?"
Nervous, he squeaked as smoothly as possible, "How do you expect ME to know?" Confronted with a disbelieving stare, he continued, dazed, "Probably some freak on the train nabbed it…"
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AND HERE YOU ARE.
Kagome's molten hazel eyes fluttered open in time with the last of the rainstorm, and a small frown graced her face. "What in the world is this?" There was a soaked blue jacket wrapped around her torso firmly and neatly. She blinked, and pried herself from its warm crevasses.
"Oh." Was all she could say, upon noticing the situation with her blouse. She blushed up to her forehead, looking very much like she had come down with a nasty sunburn, and slipped into the jacket, grateful for its shelter.
There was a violent eruption of music from the doorway next to her, and she started, unsuspecting. 'Oh… The East wing,' Lost in 'pleasant' memories, Kagome sighed deeply and stretched her idle muscles before checking the frame for a sign of the sour girl.
'YES! All clear!'
Stalking in like a quiet cat, Kagome stepped over her fellow students one by one, all asleep or groaning on the plush blood red carpet. There were silk banners draped along the ceiling beams, in red, gold, and black. There were enormous bay windows, with model ships in them, letting in so much light that the dark colors in the room were made to be enchanting and pretty.
Spotting her nemesis slumped up against a black wall, she resisted the urge to kick him with every fiber of her being, hands twitching. Turning down the music so as not to give herself permanent hearing damage, Kagome thought up all sorts of torments to throw at not-so sympathetic Zanmoto, who would undoubtedly kick her if roles were reversed.
"That's not nice, Kagome. So judgmental." She reprimanded herself quietly, adding, "Even IF it's true." She began guessing which dormitory was the girl's. Backing out unsuccessful, red-faced and silently smacking herself, she checked the coast again before darting into the opposite one.
There it was, her somewhat fat and bulky suitcase.
It was lying against the pristine white bed cover, looking so innocent next to her stack of five uniforms. Or what used to be a stack. They were diminished, and covered in a green slimy substance. "Eww…" She whispered, annoyed at her future dorm-mates already, even before having met them. "I wonder if this place has a laundromat?"
Assuming that it did, and not knowing whether she was right or wrong, Kagome slipped out of her garments, muffling the thud of the wet material on the floorboards as best as possible. Glad that her suitcase came with a lock and key, she fished it out and unlocked it, choosing a simple pair of jeans and a white sundress with red cherry trees imprinted and the inky kanji for 'harmony' on the back.
Content with her gym shoes, after a fast and furious brushing of her locks, she swept her hair into a messy bun, locked the case and exited the scene with her clothes, still huddled in the jacket.
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"It's so quiet. Strange." Kagome muttered to herself, deeply pensive and wondering. "Where have they all gone? It IS six in the morning, after all. Kind of late." She shrugged, her feet almost instinctively carrying her back to the main office in hopes of finding Kikyo or a map (either one was pretty good).
However, all she found was the old woman that made the speech, sitting at the desk and rocking back and forth, knitting something hideous. "Anou… excuse me…?"
"Honzougaku. Honzougaku Kaede. Now what is it ye need?" She had an air of a wise and intelligent grandmother of sorts, not to be trifled with, and Kagome smiled a bit. 'Just like Grandpa…' She thought as softly and gently as possible, straining not to think aloud.
"Ah… reminiscing of youth?"
Blushing hotly, Kagome attempted hiding her face and mumbling, "I need to find a laundromat."
"I see. Down to the left, and," She paused for effect, like an elderly person might, "Be careful, ye. Those are senior citizens. Youngsters to the right." Confused slightly, Kagome thought she understood well enough, nodding and smiling faintly.
"Detergent?" Kaede piled on a jug of blue detergent and a box of whatnot. "Put that in the wash." She pointed, "And that in the dryer, ye."
"A-Arigatou, H-Hazonguka-sama-" Kagome stumbled under the weight of the additional objects, and caught herself.
"Call me Kaede, girl. Kaede."
"S-Sure. Thanks Kaede-san."
"Ye are welcome."
And so Kagome swept off without another word for fear of delay. Turning the corner, she half-cried in relief. It was there; deserted, plain, and simple. Rushing in, she separated pieces of the uniform, darks and whites. Stuff the two into different machines, she poured a cup of detergent in each and set the timer appropriately.
Sinking into a chair, her relieved muscles thanked her. It was deserted and cold in the laundry room, and she pulled the jacket tighter around her shoulders as she watched the clothes cycles around and around…
Thirty minutes later, the soaked bundles were moved the dryers with a dryer sheet, and the other side of the room. Feeling colder than ever, with her wet arm, Kagome all but immersed herself in the jacket, inhaling the scent upon it.
It wasn't like any cologne she was aware of. It was more of… like the smell of fresh air and crystal clear water and sandalwood and various stones that can be located at beaches. Smiling, she burrowed deeper into it, sniffing lightly. Sighing, as it smelled strange after being soaked and dried improperly, she took it off, emptying the pockets.
It was like a small look into the person's life. A pocketknife (which Kagome gulped at and hastily avoided), some beef jerky, a crumpled up note, a grocery list, an extra thin black rubber band, and a small triple-sided picture frame wrapped in a pair of rough tanned gloves. Peeping inside the gloves, curious, Kagome found a picture of a pretty girl, smiling.
'Has to be a guy,' She thought at once. 'That must be his girlfriend or something.' The girl was very pretty, looking about seventeen or so, with raven hair pulled into a braid with the exception of two strands dangling and held by a blue bead that looped into it lazily. Her eyes were ice blue, and a big smile adorned her face. She was clad in all blue, as far as the picture went, with a parka with a fur edge around the hood.
Kagome looked at the other side of the frame. It was the type that stood up. It was of a cheerful boy, with storm gray eyes and… an arrow on his head in blue. 'Tattoo?' guessed Kagome, confused. He wore gay colors of orange and beige. His smile just about went from ear to ear, and although he looked so immature, Kagome perceived he was around eighteen.
And in the third frame… There was a picture of another boy. One side of him was strangely handsome, the other side scorched and an angry red. It looked awful… There was a permanent marker mustache and glasses drawn along with other silly, childish things around him.
"Enemy." She decided almost at once. He looked older and sophisticated, and it was still a good picture. Nineteen, Kagome would estimate. After everything was out of the pockets, she deposited it and some detergent in another machine.
Another thirty minutes and she moved the coat to dry with a sheet, and checked the other. Wet. She put them both on for another forty-five minutes and sat down to wait, thinking and examining the objects.
She glanced at the back of the tri-frame, and was surprised to find another picture on the back. It was severed into three parts, and when she lay the frame flat, they conjoined and formed one large one. Kagome was surprised.
It was a nice picture. The three from before were clubbed together with another boy, smiling together with a small lemur-like creature. She smiled herself. The other boy was handsome, if not looking very cute, what with the lemur's fingers pulling his lips into a brilliant smile. It was hilariously adorable, and Kagome giggled as she observed the boy.
He had luminescent stormy blue eyes that were so hypnotically magnetic she found herself lost in them, nose an inch from the frame. His hair was dark at the center, pulled back into a tight small ponytail, forming the shape of an elongated diamond, with the rest a light shade, seemingly very short and shaved perhaps. He was very tanned, and reaching up, trying to pull the creature off, which only made his smile bigger. For all the crazy immaturity, Kagome would have guessed he was almost eighteen.
At last Kagome let a long, undisguised laugh out, wiping at her eyes before a long blaring note rang out, and she collected her clothes and the coat, wondering about how she stared at the picture for so long. Humming, she absentmindedly put the things back in their proper places, and opened the crumpled note—just to see, she told herself.
She was greeted with:
Keep it. You need it more than I do.
Her hazel eyes widened momentarily, then softened as she stared at it before folding it very neatly and putting it back. A bell tolled, and glancing up from her sentimentality (although it shouldn't exactly be called that), Kagome was surprised to see Kaede in the doorway, a papers in hand.
"This is your schedule, as you have just washed yours I assume without knowledge. And so I will not see ye every three and a half minutes, here is a map." She handed the items to a crestfallen Kagome, who had, in fact, washed out her schedule unknowingly after putting it in her pocket yesterday.
"Arigatou, Kaede-sama." She echoed, out of it now.
"Go and change into your uniform, ye. Class starts in twenty." Breaking out of a daze, Kagome started.
"Twenty minutes!"
"Ye go to the entrance hall first."
"Oh." And so Kaede left, leaving Kagome to strip quickly after slamming the door shut and adorning the uniform. It consisted of something extremely complicated and old fashioned that gave her a good amount of trouble. "WAIT KAEDE! I CAN'T GET THIS ON!"
Kaede reappeared slowly. "It's just a uniform, ye."
"No, no, no. Then what's THIS?"
"A corset. Haven't ye heard of them? They are to go under ye uniform." Kagome paled and sat down with a thud. Corset. This school WAS horrible. "Here, let me help ye. Turn around." Kagome bit her lip and did as bidden, gasping as the elderly woman yanked it tightly.
"C-Can't b-b-b-breathe!"
"Ye are lucky. Your figure is very appealing, so this fits loosely."
"LOOSELY?" Kagome bellowed, immediately regretting it and choking in some more air.
"Hai. I'm afraid my fingers are too old to tie it properly. I'll just try my best." After pulling it tighter than imaginable, she wandered off, leaving Kagome struggling for air.
"Help!" She managed, sputtering horribly.
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"Sokka? What is it? Have you been listening to me?" Katara demanded, prodding him before whacking him with the standard glove that came with the uniform. "SOKKA! LISTEN TO ME!" She punctuated each word with either a whack of the glove or a jabbing of the finger.
Ignoring her, Sokka absentmindedly remarked, "Do you think the piping is failing?"
Turning red, Katara muttered, "Iie. What makes you say that, aniki-baka?"
"There's a horrible sputtering and gasping around here somewhere."
"Help!"
Both siblings' bright blue eyes widened, and they rushed towards the source. A… laundry room?
"Aw, it's probably just some old lady who threw her back out." Sokka groaned, bemoaning his fate as a carrier of the ailing, like usual.
"Be quiet, Sokka! That's so rude!" Katara tried the door, and it creaked open, revealing the shapely figure of a coughing girl. Katara gasped, covering Sokka's eyes and shoving him out.
"What? I thought you said the old lady needed help?" Sokka's voice was muffled, coming through the thick door slammed in his face.
"It's not an old lady!"
Kagome felt indignant at the least. Coughing, she pointed at the corset as hard as she could. "A corset!" Katara exclaimed, disgusted. What evildoer had put a CORSET on this poor soul? Yanking as best as she could at the ties, she pulled with all her strength (not puny at all, she'd be proud to say) but not one string budged.
"I'm so sorry, but I'm going to have to call my brother, okay?"
Being unable to breathe, Kagome couldn't clarify yes or no. Assuming she was in dire need, Katara assured her, "He won't mind me covering his eyes if you want." Again Kagome couldn't say anything, and Katara sighed, assuming Sokka would have to see to undo the evil laces. "I'm so sorry, but at least he's not perverted." She whispered, silently hoping the girl would understand.
"SOKKA!" She called, handing something—anything to the girl to cover her front, just in case. "HELP!"
"What? What?" The door almost flew off its hinges from the force of his shoulder.
Blanching and glaring at him, Katara deadpanned, "There is a handle, you know."
"Yeah." He flushed, then continued, "Nani?"
"I can't undo the laces."
"What laces?" Sokka asked, oblivious. Katara motioned with her head to Kagome, who was placidly sitting, slumped forward against the waiting bench, forehead on the cool metal. He followed her gaze, blushing hotly at the defined figure of said girl, but chiding himself and putting it off as the corset.
Rushing over, his strong fingers pulled at the laces. "Chikuso, these are tight." He muttered under his breath, yanking harder. She gasped dramatically as it pulled tighter, arms slinking around the bench seat, face pressed down harder.
"Oops. Gomen nasai…" He apologized frequently as she started turning blue.
"J-Just get it off…" She coughed quietly.
"Hope you're not fond of this." Sokka said grimly, pulling out something he shouldn't have had at the academy—his most prized possessions. A weapon-like light steel boomerang and an etched silver dagger. Taking the dagger, he slit the laces in a smooth line, and the corset slid off.
Sighing and inhaling deeply, Kagome lathered the two of them with happy 'thank you's, tears in her eyes from the lack of air, head still on the bench. Flushing, Sokka tore his eyes away from staring at her smooth, beautifully proportioned figure and lightly tanned skin, stammering something about getting to class. Katara agreed, patting Kagome on the shoulder before waving.
'So it WAS her…' He thought to himself, becoming the human tomato once more and getting a peculiar expression on his features. 'I think I've seen her before…?' And then he smiled, realizing it as he spotted his jacket hiding her front. 'I'm going to love that jacket if I ever get it back…' He thought dreamily.
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"Glad that's over," Kagome said, lying flat on the floor, panting. She took one look at the corset, glaring. "No way. BURN!" She told it, and a spark glinted in her eyes as she imagined setting the corset on fire and hoisting it up the flagpole. Twitching lightly, she got up off the floor and dusted herself off.
Observing the uniforms, they weren't that bad.
In fact, they were remarkably pretty, once you got past the murderous corset. "Uniformity, I suppose." Kagome thought out loud again, picking up the offending object and chucking it inside a random machine, destroyed laces and all.
Her uniform consisted of a burnished blood-red color. It was very pretty, and flattering next to the black silk tie and floor-length black trench coat. "Trench coat?" She asked, mystified as to why this was part of uniform code, what with its entire strange unknown metal components and clasps.
Under that, there was a form-fitting loose vest that went to mid-ribcage, crimson with the strange metal and a large black symbol resembling a flame… There was aloose white haori, with splatters of red, gold, and black. She turned to the finger-less gloves, which were black with the lightweight steel pads on the back. She nodded approvingly. "Good for self defense…" The bottoms were simple, being a plain old dark pair of jeans.
The uniforms were basically identical, with minor differences.
There werefive pairs of shoes. Combat. Slip-on. Pumps. Gym shoe. And… "Eww. Fancy high heels!" Kagome cried in dismay. "NOOOOOOOOO!"
Changing faster than the devil, she had chosen the simplest things that all had, randomly choosing one outfit. Once tunic, vest, jeans, and coat were all in place, she quickly zoomed back to the dormitory while her fellows were asleep (mercifully). Grabbing a brush some money, she stuffed the latter in her pocket and combed her hair thoroughly but tried to keep volume at a minimum, even when hitting a particular snarl in the silky hair.
Finishing, she swept it into a high ponytail, replacing the brush, and LOCKING up her uniforms.
Consenting to the slip of parchment in her hands, she read it and memorized it.
Higurashi Kagome;
Emblem of Fire Nation;
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Higurashi-san. Report to the following lessons immediately at the designated time. Do not be late. Consequences are severe. Show respect to your instructors and fellow pupils. Abide by the code of conduct.
Kagome stopped, a look of pure annoyance on her face. "How… abnormal. Sounds like some robot." Continuing, she gleefully hoped she wouldn't have the same classes as Zanmoto.
Breakfast. OPTIONAL. Entrance hall to be escorted.7:45 AM. If you miss, that's too bad.
Astronomy and the Sciences. Eastern Aviary. 9:30 AM.
Fair enough.
Mathematics. South Sea Room. 10:20 AM.
"Blech."
Dance. South-Western Ballroom. 11:10 AM.
"Oh Kami. This is bad!"
Posture and Elegance. Northern Balconies. 12:00 PM.
What kind of class WAS THAT?
Luncheon. MANDATORY. Entrance hall to be escorted. 12:50 PM.
Literature and Artistry. Mirror Sanctum. 2:00 PM.
Okay… not her favorite, but fine.
Rotations of Lessons. Notifications of location shall be forthcoming. 2:50 PM.
Rotations of Lessons. Notifications of location shall be forthcoming. 3:40 PM.
Blink. Blink. She assumed things like… Actually, she didn't know what to assume.
Outdoors. Anywhere on the grounds. 4:30 PM.
Evening Supper. MANDATORY. Entrance hall to be escorted. 6:00 PM.
Evening Stroll. Outdoors. Anywhere on grounds. Anytime after you have finished supper. 6:50 PM.
Period of Choice. 7:10 PM.
Period of Choice. 9:00 PM.
Curfew- 10:30. Do not be found wandering the premises, or results will be dire…
Everything after supper seemed agreeable. Sighing and shrugging, Kagome relented and jogged down to the entrance hall, as Kaede had suggested. At this rate, she needed all the energy in the world.…
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Arriving at last, with a good deal of help from the map, Kagome found small groups circulating the area. Strangely, there were four colors of uniforms. Green, blue, orange-yellow, and red. She blinked, taking it all in.
Spotting Sango with Miroku, she sighed in relief and started jogging over.
"Oi. No flaming egos allowed."
"N-Nani?" Kagome inquired, confused. 'Flaming egos?'"You heard right, ash face." The persona was dressed in blue, and growling menacingly.
"Oi. Hyouzan-san. She's with us." Sango correcting, getting to her feet and somehow managing to display some muscle without trying in her lithe way.
"Hnn." The so-called Hyouzan-san snorted, and spat at the ground next to Kagome's feet. "Your highness." He mock-bowed insultingly before storming off and sending a glare at Sango, mouthing something. Kagome recognized it. 'Traitor.'
"Gomen nasai Kagome!" Sango said, staring after the boy, before shaking her head and taking my arm. "Hyouzan-san isn't usually like that. It's just…" She had a mighty sigh as she thought for the words. "The Fire Nation and the Water Tribes are enemies."
"Huh?" So much for a smart reply.
"No one told you? Did you have a good night yesterday?"
"Told me what?" Kagome asked, feeling out-of-the-loop. Not sure about tattling, instead she said, "Anou… it was interesting."
"You'd better sit down. It's a bit of a story." Sango said plaintively, motioning to the spot next to her and smoothing her blue uniform. "There are four wings. Fire Nation (that's you) are red, Water Tribes (that's me) blue, Earth Kingdom (hentai, here) green, and Air Nomads (our brothers) orangy. There are enemies. Notice the element-like names? Opposites are supposed enemies."
"B-But you and I…?"
"Yes. There has to be a fault somewhere." She shrugged. "Well, now you know the basics. It's said to be taboo to hang with the enemy. The wings get everyone to scorn you, in a sense. The girls at my dorm explained this all, and the guys to Miroku. Are you sure you were okay last night?" "Hai, Sango." Kagome waved it off. "So… What you're saying is… we can't really be friends?"
"Sure we can." Sango said loudly, laughing and drawing attention before quieting down. "Who cares about stupid tradition anyway?"
But Kagome saw something in her eyes change. Almost like a fierce hope against this whole thing. "Iie. It's fine Sango. Don't risk it. We'll just be on hiatus, okay?" It hurt Kagome to see the relief. Relief at not being a proclaimed traitor. Not an outcast.
"Are you sure?" She echoed slowly, although Kagome could tell she was happy, and had already made up her mind.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Ja ne, Taijiya. Arigatou for telling me." Kagome replied, almost sadistic to see the light spark of hurt at the formal, cold usage of her once-friend's last name instead. She paused, then couldn't resist adding it in bitterly, "Or not."
Standing gracefully in a fluid motion, Kagome walked away with dignity, not looking back once, for fear of failure in choking back tears.
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Sitting silently and perplexed in the middle of the astronomy class, feeling ill after skipping breakfast, Kagome answered the instructor before lapsing into silence again. She lost her appetite after what Sango had told her. It appeared she was sitting with a group class that consisted of Fire and Earth.
Miroku was there, reminding her all the more of Sango.
Zanmoto was there too.
"Ah. Zanmoto. The answer?"
"Lunar tides." He replied, getting it completely wrong.
"That is incorrect."
"I know." He said, sighing, in another world altogether. A world that consisted of staring angrily at the wall behind Kagome, smiling maliciously.
"Then what is the correct answer, Zanmoto?" The teacher asked, irritated.
"A typhoon causes millions of dollars in damage each year." He said wisely, nodding his head and staring still. It was… unnerving. Almost like he was looking AT her.
"Wrong."
"Yep."
"ZANMOTO BANKOTSU! YOU CAN STARE AT HIGURASHI AFTER CLASS!" This loud outburst made Kagome turn a fiery red, and she envisioned walking over and pounding Zanmoto into the dirt. Feeling about to die of humiliation, she sunk down into her seat, meekly raising her hand.
"YES?" The irritated teacher roared.
"The answer is Ying and Yang. The moon spirit and the ocean spirit that chase each other continuously…" She trailed off, getting quieter and more and more embarrassed as the teacher said nothing.
"That is correct. Zanmoto Bankotsu, you could take a cue from Higurashi-san." Beaming at her, he continued the lesson, oblivious of Bankotsu's evilly jealous and angry gaze on Kagome.
Perhaps there was something more there too.
It might have been a trick of the light, because when Kagome returned the gaze and mouthed 'potato head', it was gone.
Unnoticed to her, another pair of molten golden amber eyes was gazing at her, and not in hate, either.
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(A/N: Okay. So this wasn't exactly the chapter that made sense… and it was longer than the first… (rolls eyes) Who cares? (Other than my muses and I…) Well, there's a good point to all this madness. It gives me something to fix when I possibly revamp this in the distant future! (Deep breath, not for a loooooooong time.)
And so this A/N comes to a close… Hope you enjoyed this chapter. A bit… humorous, eh?)
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Next Chapter
Okay, so now you know who Zanmoto is, AND you have a pretty good idea about the ally. So who's the 'watcher'? But what happens when Kagome can't stay away from her friend Sango? Plenty of trouble. Not to mention the special occasion that calls for all the houses to meet. What's the occasion, and why the heck is Katara going berserk (unfortunately, at Kagome)?
Hopefully all that and more in the next installment of Rescue Sango!;
Blood and Water
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Vocabulary;
Anou- well…, erm…, eh…, ah…, er…, uh… (et cetera (other awkward stumbling words, basically))
Arigatou- thank you (semi-informal)
-sama- respectful add-on, usually showing high admiration or nobility (lords, ladies, etc)
Iie- no
Aniki-baka- big brother idiot (aniki- respectful (cough) term for 'elder brother', and you can guess what baka means)
Nani?- what?
Chikuso- damn
Gomen nasai- I'm sorry, an apology (formal-ish)
Haori- Japanese men's top
Kami- god
-san- respectful add-on, usually meaning Mr., Ms., or Mrs.
Oi- hey Hentai- pervert
Ja ne- see ya
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Reviews: (Okay. I didn't get six. But I guess I'll update because I'm nice and benevolent today.)
Pocky and a muse-poke raincheck to:
Kage Otome
Hitoribocchi
Hoku-chan( )- Don't worry about it, it's a good thing to know. You see, I forgot that and looked it up on an online dictionary. So both are right anyhow. - Thanks, I'll be sure to.
kage ryu tenshi
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Notes:
No, Sango will not be an utter, helpless and whiny damsel in distress. Sorry if you like that.
Yes, Kagome is wearing a haori. Because I said so.
No. (SPOILER) The watcher isn't Inuyasha or Sesshoumaru. (Sess: thank god)
Yes… the corset thing was cheesy… (sobs on muses shoulders)
Be lenient about all the mistakes and weird little nonsensical things. I typed and edited in one day. (Not a good idea, but I did it anyway.)
And now for some character last name similarities!
Taijiya- slayer (of demons, usually)
Houshi- monk
Higurashi- sunset (not really relevant)
Honzougaku- study of medicinal herbs
Hyouzan- iceberg
Zanmoto- (very roughly) origin of one's place (not exactly sure… this was off that faulty online dictionary again)
THE BIG REASON FOR THIS TO BE IN THE KAGOMEBANKOTSU SECTION:
They're each other's two chief rivals, and as in the summary, are going to have to work together to save Sango.
>() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >() >
Ja ne,
o.O.o.O darkenedmoonlightflame O.o.O.o
And company. My adorably annoying muses. 'Kotsu and the Grumpy One (who is being nice for now and therefore can be called Sess).
(P.S. Hope you enjoyed this, and will show some self-restraint when poking at us… If not… (evil smile) Anyhow, thanks for reading Rescue Sango! (cough come back cough))
Chapter Finished: 1.4.05
Post: Okay. So I still haven't updated something… WAIT! I DID! Dance, Dance, Koishii. (smacks head) So I can feel happy about posting this! 1.5.05
Spell Check: Yep.
Brain Check: Hnn. That's not funny 'Kotsu. But then again, it is. (BUT you're still getting locked in a room with Sess anyhow.)