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Rescue Sango!
Kagome?. Pairings are SECRET! (clamps hands over muses' mouths) The BIG reason for this to be in the KagomeBankotsu is because they are each other's two chief rivals and, as in the summary, the two will have to work together to save Sango.
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: Okay, so why is it NOW I get six reviews (sadly, this is the total)? (shrugs and half-smiles) I guess I'm just lenient because I'm too lazy to do anything else really. Apparently some of you like last chapter so much more than I did, and I guess it's 'all in the eye of the beholder' after all.
(Well, I only have a day or two left of my precious, lovable Winter Break! (sobs) That means on Monday… (dun dun dun) it's back to school. Which means… (miniscule voice) slower… updates…? Well, if my readers are okay with that, then we'll be good to go, and my muses and I can get on with typing up Chapter III. (By the time this gets posted, it'll probably be waaaaaaaay past Monday.) And so it is. About a good week or two…
(Seeing as you can't answer from violently angry shock, (or maybe it's because this isn't POSTED yet) I'll take that as a yes. AND, to top things off, I'm sorry for the delays in typing and posting… very sorry… (apologetic smile) (scratches back of head sheepishly) A bit more skippy-skippy in this chapter, but there is more a humor factor…
(So, presenting, Rescue Sango! Part I, Chapter III.)
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Rescue Sango!
Part I; Academia
Chapter III; Blood and Water
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"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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AND HERE YOU ARE.
Kagome had taken to staring at the ancient and dusty grandfather clock leaning lopsidedly against the wall, hoping that if she glared long enough and tried her hardest, that the creaky flint hands would strike ten past eleven. Then she would be free from excruciating agony, free from the contemptuous sneers shot over her head, aimed at the North Wing's Tables. As she recalled by their orange-yellow uniforms, the Air Nomads.
There was one boy in particular that looked like he had swallowed a jar of sour lemons, and was returning the favor in full valor to the West Wing's table. As if sensing her attentiveness, his head snapped towards her, smoldering look following not soon after. Kagome's hazel eyes widened slightly, her lips parting a bit to let out a small involuntary gasp.
It was the boy from the picture. The one with the mysterious scar. He was here, at the academy.
She closed her mouth with a snap, and sent a sad, repenting glance his way, a small, hesitant smile appearing briefly before she turned away, staring with extraordinary hate and spite at her paper. Closing her dizzy eyes against the onslaught of math problems, Kagome rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"Hnn." The voice was slightly haughty and lightly husky. "Satan, thy name is mathematics, ne?" Kagome's orbs snapped open, only to meet with the snug smirk of the boy across the room, who's head tilted before he turned away, expression still in place.
Kagome's hand curled into a tight fist, and she placidly uncurled it slowly and deliberately. Turning back to her work, she found the anxiety to prove him wrong put all of the problems together, answers appearing inside her head with a bang. 'Oi… this is simple…' At last she understood why you were supposed to have all those stupid variables on one side. NOW it made so much sense, after last year's high school math finals were over.
She found herself grinning eagerly at the paper, flipping it over instead of staring at the clock. Scribbling furiously, she finished after a sharpening of the pencil and a deep breath. And then it was over. Setting down the pencil, she sighed deeply, and gathered her things.
"Higurashi-san?"
"Hai, Atamakazu-sensei?"
"Where are you going?" The said man asked suspiciously, keeping her in the center of his vision as she continued putting her pencils away along with the chewed eraser.
"I'm finished with the exercise." Kagome looked up decisively, a sparkle in her eyes as she strode across the room to hand the smudged paper to the teacher with a full smile. He looked surprised.
"O-Oh. Dismissed." He waved her off, "You may fetch your things for your next lesson."
"Arigatou." Kagome did the small, grateful formal bow before fleeing, absentmindedly leaving half of her things behind.
Atamakazu Kigaookii shook his head at her forgetfulness, scanning the paper. 'Hmm… She got one wrong.' "Someone take Higurashi's things to her. Such a scatter-brained girl." There was no doubt of the truth in the matter, but if she had been there, Kagome would have puffed up and gone on a repressed anger spree afterwards. "You, Okibi. Go."
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, but inwardly grinning with mischief, the chosen boy got up, picked up what was left and vanished.
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Beaming as she dangled her ankles in the brook running through the gardens, Kagome sighed and fell back against the cushioning grass, not a care in the world for her misplaced items. "Dropped a bit, have you?" Nearly jumping up, Kagome lurched to her feet, stumbling and flailing, about to be the newest water feature. A strong hand gripped her arm, pulling her back onto her backside harshly, before the owner sat down next to her.
Prying her hand open, palm-side up, he sighed and waved away the urge to push her into the brook. Holding out a handful of pencils, he roughly deposited them into her hand. "There." He stood to leave, before Kagome looked up at him, curious and smiling.
"Arigatou…?" She paused awkwardly, berating herself inwardly and frowning at the calm water's surface.
"Okibi Zuko." He said in a detached tone.
"Anou… Arigatou, Zuko-san!" The full effect of her glistening smile upon him nearly blinded him, and he rubbed his eyes.
"Hnn. Whatever." Seeming mildly crestfallen, Kagome sighed. "Nani?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"What what?"
"What what wh- FORGET IT!" He roared, giving up and glaring.
"Iie, what were you going to say?"
"Just drop it, okay?" Kagome stared at him beseechingly. "Why'd you sigh, then?"
"No reason." Zuko gave her an irked look. "I have dance class next."
"So?"
"Doesn't matter anymore."
"And why is that?" Zuko asked, confident in cornering her.
"Because…" He twitched. "BECAUSE!" Kagome announced with a beaming smile, like she had found the cure for cancer or passed a math test fluently. Settling down, she rubbed the back of her neck. "And now you know."
Zuko froze for a moment, trying to contain the boiling anger at the stupidity of it all, finally settling on sending a look of death to said girl and snarling, "I don't have time for this insanity! SAYONARA." He emphasized the goodbye, seething as he retreated to the classroom.
"…" Inhaling deeply and exhaling loudly, Kagome rolled her eyes and picked up her things, making sure she had everything, resolving keeping a more diligent and close eye on her supplies. "Dance… Oh, Kami-sama."
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"Hyouzan! Keep your head UP!" Nanigashi barked, ordering her floundering students around like marionette dolls.
"Hai… Nanigashi…sensei…" The merciless girl panted, all-but jogging to keep time with her South Wing partner, despising the agility of him against her clumsiness.
"ENOUGH! STOP!" Nanigashi commanded, and all embarrassed students ceased at once, grateful to their strict teacher. "Zanmoto! Leave Higurashi alone! I MEAN IT!" Bankotsu immediately halted his taunting and jeering at Kagome, who had several large bruises and scrapes from her equally (if not more so) awful partners.
"I'm ashamed of you all. This is just a simple, simple waltz! And you haven't the decency to do it right!" She shook her head, disgusted. The pupils hung their heads rather than be singled out to face her wrath. Reveling in the uncomfortable silence between the two rival Wings, North and South, Fire and Water, she pursed her lips.
"Those of opposite wings, kindly be merciful and take a partner from the opposite wing and move onto the dance floor." No one moved, instead allowing sparks to fly across the room, flashing between their burning eyes. Nanigashi paled all of a sudden, before her face bloomed an exclusive shade of scarlet-purple, and she thundered, "Since you do not seem to be able enough to overcome your reluctance to make contact with each other, I shall decide FOR you!" Seeming satisfied with her sentence of punishment, she began pairing them off.
"You and you. You and you. You and you. You and you. You and… you. You two. You…"
At the moment, Kagome desperately wished she wasn't wearing such a prejudiced uniform—not that she had anything against the Water Tribes, South Wing, or whatever they would be called in thirty years. She just didn't want all of one person's entire unrelenting spiteful presence focused on her.
Kagome was a modern-day miko, and growing up on the ancient shrine's premises only served to help her spiritual powers increase tenfold. So, therefore, she was extremely sensitive to strong emotions. Having a large dosage for a long time would result in an enormous headache, or even a good old blackout.
"Ah…" Nanigashi smiled wickedly, pointing at Kagome. "You!"
"Hai!" Kagome blurted, startled and a little louder than wanted.
"Don't adopt that tone with me! You are a young woman! Not a savage!" Nanigashi's eyes gleamed in joy as she shifted into lecturing. Five good long minutes later, she concluded, "And so, NOW do you understand?"
"Hai, Nanigashi-sensei…" Kagome whispered, waiting until Nanigashi turned away to rub her aching temples furiously. A fraction of a second later, Nanigashi turned back. "As a penance, Hyouzan will waltz with Ijou Uriko, who is a wonderful example of womanliness."
"Arigatou, Nanigashi-sensei." Uriko bowed deeply, before tugging the startled boy away viciously, smirking violently before lunging into a lopsided dance. The boy kept time fairly well, and seemed coordinated, but the girl…
Kagome shook her head.
"NANI?" The instructor bellowed. "You will refuse to dance with Tenkyuu Ichitenki?"
"Huh?"
"You do NOT say 'huh', Higurashi." She embellished to embarrass Kagome.
"Gomen nasai, Nanigashi-sensei. I was simply clearing the… water from my… ears…" Not exactly a world-class fib, but Nanigashi gave her a strange look before spotting someone else's misfortunes and zooming off.
"So, then." Ichitenki began. He was taller than Kagome by four or so inches, looking extremely uncomfortable and irritated, with a mouth gleaming with metal and coke-bottle glasses rimmed with tape.
His hair was the color of—actually it was undistinguishable through the bright orange, complete with very strange with black fragments and one part appearing as though he attempted bleaching it. It hung over his face, concealing most of it, then continuing to drape all the way down to his buttocks, tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. It seemed clean with a slightly strange 'clean' smell, and being untidy to an extreme. His uniform was very loose and shapeless, like a big bag, so it was impossible to tell his stature.
His eyes were his best feature, a mystic and foreboding shade of crimson. His eyes gave Kagome the impression he was constantly hiding something or not telling the full truth. It intrigued her. Mentally whacking herself, she instead stared at his hair subconsciously. He noticed her gaze fixed on his hair. "I know. It's distracting, ne?" He seemed about to say more, but said nothing instead.
Kagome nodded absentmindedly, then smiled softly, shaking her head, ponytail whipping her in the face. "Not if you're attached." She gave another warm smile, before glancing at the other stumbling couples on the floor, unsure how to get going before attracting Nanigashi.
"Hai, I agree." Ichitenki shrugged, eyes meeting hers, silently asking permission to proceed. Kagome nodded, and placed one hand on his upper arm, surprised at the strength of the toned muscles that flexed beneath her fingertips as his arm moved fluidly to her hip, their free hands meeting and clasping.
"Okay." They said in unison, before Kagome grinned.
"One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three." She counted out loud, quiet enough so it didn't disturb other groups, but loud enough that they themselves could hear. Kagome found herself thinking that despite appearances and some stereotypes, Ichitenki wasn't all that bad.
Her mind wandered as she saw the unfortunate soul the teacher's example danced with. 'I feel bad for Hyouzan…'
"Hyouzan?" Ichitenki inquired. Kagome, humiliated about thinking out loud, chose to ignore him in favor of more thinking. Then it hit her.
'Hyouzan…'
"That's what I said, ne?" Kagome inwardly twitched.
'I can't believe that he's be related to… the other Hyouzan… maybe it's coincidence…'
"What other Hyouzan?"
"BE QUIET! PLEASE!" Kagome whispered loudly, adding the 'please' in case Nanigashi had satellite hearing too. "I am trying to THINK."
"Oh."
Three minutes later, when Nanigashi cleared her throat and stopped all progress, Kagome still was confused and hadn't made many plausible connections. "It seems that I have been misinformed." She began, drawling out the message with dread, "You are to be dismissed immediately." A small, half-hearted smile was shared among students at Nanigashi's expense, a mutual point between them all. "And I am to take you to the tougijou premises." The smile dropped, shattered.
"Arena?" Hyouzan, the female Hyouzan, asked, miffed.
"Hai. The arena." Nanigashi said, almost mysteriously, purposely keeping her students in the dark. "It seems Kuuchuusen has gone and gotten himself in the fire, literally… again."
'Kuuchuusen…' Kagome thought to herself, thinking. 'Fire…?'
"We must depart. It is an occasion. Besides—" She paused gruffly, "you all won't miss dancing anyway." A relieved look was plaintive on their faces, for her features sharpened and she hustled them out of the door.
"Nanigashi-sensei?"
"Hai, Higurashi?"
"Not to be rude… but who is Kuuchuusen-san? And may I please fetch my jacket?" 'Technically speaking… it's not mine…' She kept her thoughts to herself, quiet and harmless as possible, unaware of the concentrated expression on her face, determination showing with confusion.
At this, Nanigashi smiled genuinely. "The answers will come to you, Higurashi. They certainly will. And hai, you may retrieve it."
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Kuuchuusen Aang sighed childishly, sticking his tongue out at his opponent in the midst of the tougijou preparation rooms. The angry individual glanced up in time to catch the action with his sharp eyes.
"Watch what you stick out; might get scorched, Kuu-baka."
Aang frowned, gently placing his tongue inside his mouth, instead wiggling his ears and crossing his eyes at the teen. "You're so mean!" He mumbled, his gray eyes staring him down. "Why do you always pick on people?"
"I don't."
"DO."
"Not."
Suddenly Aang smiled sheepishly. "OH… I know why. They stare at your scar."
The other teen said nothing, gritting his teeth and pulling armor made of the lightweight and mysterious metal over his head, smoothing the white and crimson haori.
"How come you're in the North Wing anyway? You're supposed to be wearing an orange haori too." Aang asked curiously, poking at the other boy.
"…"
"You're such a bore. Like some old grandpa."
Inwardly the other boy boiled, but on the exterior nothing seemed different. "I hope your combat is where your mouth is, for your sake." He inhaled sharply, exhaling slowly, then repeating the process a total of six times. 'Six… for good luck.'
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"Ahem…" A loud, clear voice crackled along the tougijou spectators, and all attention was directed and focused upon Kikyo, who was smiling for once, looking more alive than ever. She almost looked pretty, in an ethereal way. "Students, it is my unfortunate and necessary duty to exhibit before you today the honor-striven feud… once again…" A chorus of gay laughs rang out, and Kagome was confused. They acted like this was no big deal… What was it again?
"Silence, nanitozo." Kikyo ordered calmly, the possessed life fading, leaving behind a worn, beaten out secretary. "Kuuchuusen Aang and Okibi Zuko."
Kagome couldn't have been more surprised. 'Okibi-san? Surely not… he seemed temperamental… maybe…' Ichitenki glanced at her. 'Come on, this is thinking out loud to the extreme…' She smoothed the jacket pooled in her lap.
"Surrender, and the opponent is automatically the champion. The match duration…" She glanced at her watch. "Thirty-nine minutes." The voice stopped.
She continued with a tedious look about her. "Kuuchuusen Aang." The said boy ventured forth, a goofy grin pasted on. 'NANI? That's the other boy from the picture… What's going on? First it's Okibi-san and now this…?' Kagome was disoriented, 'So… they attend the academia too?'
A loud, hearty applause was heard.
"Okibi Zuko."
It was very eerie, how quiet it became all of a sudden, excluding Kagome, who grinned unabashedly and continued clapping bravely even after all the dirty looks were flung at her. After the stares returned to Kikyo, who was apparently giving a 'rules of conduct' speech to the two, Kagome blushed a healthy shade of tomato, not daring to add the intended 'Go Okibi-san!'.
Zuko stared, irked and mystified at her strange behavior. No one—NO ONE had ever clapped for him. He liked it that way. Too much sentimentality and ego-inflating otherwise. 'But… this time… maybe just this once… it's not too bad…' He thought to himself privately, collecting his enchanted mind. 'But if I lose because of her distracting me, that otome-baka will be sorry… very sorry.'
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Hyouzan's infuriated gaze lingered on the weird girl. 'She… She… SHE HAS SOKKA'S JACKET!' Slowly but surely, her face filled with white-hot anger, overall appearance darkening like an ominous thundercloud. Almost as if he could sense his sister's murderous intentions, Sokka, AKA the 'other' Hyouzan, turned to eye her.
"Something wrong, Katara?"
She inhaled and exhaled slowly and heavily, as though she had just run a marathon. "Sokka…?" Catching the accusing tone, he smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head.
"H-Hai?"
"Did you lie to me?"
"Nani? About what?"
"Jacket." Her short, cold answers were starting to scare him.
"I-Iie… Doushite?"
"That. Girl. Has. Your. Jacket."
Sokka didn't dare say a word, for fear of invoking the pent-up wrath. "Anou…"
"GO GET IT!" Katara growled angrily, before suddenly and violently blurting, "NO, NEVER MIND!" She cleared her throat placidly and added innocently, "I'll come too." Sokka sat, frozen to the cold, hard tougijou benches. "Sokka, you do want your jacket, right?" Katara sounded annoyed and impatient, eager to dish out justice. "RIGHT?"
"Hai…" He stood, oblivious to the fight below, too distracted even to make a face at Zuko, his mortal enemy. No taunts either. He walked, led by Katara, in a trance-like state all the way to where the girl sat, his jacket in her lap. They were behind her.
"Excuse me," Katara began abruptly, tapping her shoulder. "But you appear to have my brother's jacket. I assume that he would like it back. Isn't that right, Sokka? SOKKA!"
"Huh? Oh… Anou, Katara?"
"Not now! What is your name, girl?"
Kagome stared at the two, hurt bewildering her hazel eyes, sudden specks of blue materializing. "Higurashi Kagome…? Is there something wrong? N-Nani?" 'Hyouzan… and Hyouzan? I just realized… they look like…'
"Katara, there's something you should KNOW!" Sokka poked his sister's back, and she slapped his hand away grumpily.
"I told you to wait, aniki-baka!"
"B-"
"SHUSH!" Turning back to Kagome, Katara frowned. "Didn't you hear? That's my brother's jacket! You coat-nabbing-train-thieving-otome!" Kagome lapsed into confused silence, pondering the overdose on names.
'Kami-sama…! The spite is getting to me…' She closed her eyes, feeling faint and woozy.
"Katara!"
"Stop it!"
"IIE! Will you listen to me?"
These were the other two people from the photo. One was the boy… the… handsome one with the lemur creature… Kagome's cheeks tinted lightly. The other… his girlfriend. The blush sputtered, coughed, and gave up at last, crushed.
"ANIKI-BAKA!" The girl roared.
'Wait… ANIKI-baka?' Kagome repeated slowly in her mind, spirits lifting slightly. 'So I haven't invoked a psycho girlfriend's wrath… Whew.'
"EXCUSE ME?" Katara roared, catching the 'psycho' phrase.
"Nani?" Remembering her think-out-loud tendency, Kagome instinctively added, "Gomen nasai, gomen nasai!" Katara, still extremely sensitive and angry lunged for the jacket, regardless of the little voice telling her this girl was familiar. Snatching it, she smugly handed it to Sokka.
"See, aniki-baka, not so hard, ne? Just ask."
"Katara! She didn't take it!" The smirk fell off of his sister's face. "I lied. I gave it to her… she was getting rained on in her sleep. OKAY?"
Silence was deafening.
"And Okibi Zuko is the victor!" The clear shout rang in their ears, echoing. The boy Aang was on the ground, grumbling and rolling around to beat out the miniature fires on his haori. "Neither has surrendered, knocked the other unconscious, or been disqualified. Okibi has totaled with more points. Repeat: Okibi Zuko is victorious!"
No one clapped. Zuko was slightly surprised he had won. It wasn't usually that way. It ended in ties mostly. 'Maybe I should thank the girl.' He searched the stands, wondering why she wasn't clapping and being an idiot any longer. 'Gave up, ne?' Then he saw her. Her and… HIM.
His molten amber eyes narrowed. 'Shukuteki… Why is he here?' And hastily, he left the scene to change into his despised North Wing uniform, returning at last to confront his bane.
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(A/N: Okay, sorry for slight delays! But I have UPDATED! Good news, eh? So… eh… I guess there's not too much to say! Other than to ask (and announce):
Bonus muse-and-authoress pokes to anyone who can guess some things right about the new character, Ichitenki! He's there for a reason… WHICH I can't tell you. Yet. You'll see soon enough… (If not… meh, expect it sometime in a later chapter, definitely in Part I.)
(And so, this brief authoress' note ends. Please remember that I need six to update. I enjoy hearing feedback and constructive criticism from my readers!
(…Now I feel like I'm forgetting something… Oh yes. Sorry for neglecting to describe the fight. Maybe I'll have students chatter about it later...)
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Next Chapter
Now things are getting weird. Hyouzan and Hyouzan are Katara and Sokka? Zuko is getting murderous again? For what? (Aang is already sleeping the duel off in the North Wing.) Class continues… with a few drawbacks. Ichitenki disappears the minute Kagome turns her head, and instead she finds herself catching up on some top secret and deadly information…
Hopefully all that and more in the next installment of Rescue Sango!;
Kanjoudakai! Entrance; Gateway in the Mirror
(HINT! You might want to check out the Story Notes for further clues as to the chapter content…)
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Vocabulary;
-ne?- suffix, usually at the end of a question for emphasis (EX: Inuyasha sure loves his ramen, ne?) (Inuyasha: STOP USING ME AS AN EXAMPLE!)
Oi- hey
Hai- yes
Arigatou- thank you (semi-informal)
Anou- well…, erm…, eh…, ah…, er…, et cetera
Nani?- what?
Iie- no
Kami- god
-sama- suffix, at the end of a name, to show great respect, wealth, royalty, et cetera
miko- priestess
-san- suffix, at the end of a name, meaning Mr., Mrs., Ms.
Gomen nasai- I'm sorry, apology (formal)
-sensei- suffix for a name, meaning 'teacher'
tougijou- arena
baka- idiot
haori- Japanese man's top (Feudal Era style!)
Nanitozo- please
Otome-baka- idiot girl
Doushite?- why?
Aniki-baka- elder brother idiot (you can break it up, right?)
Otome- girl
Shukuteki- old enemy
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Notes:
Originally, I wasn't going to have Katara be Hyouzan… but I changed my mind. (I was going to make it so the first name of Hyouzan would mean pessimistic. Heh, pessimistic iceberg…)
Ichitenki… Ah, Ichitenki. Heh. I know he's really weird. He's supposed to be. (HINT: Sorry, can't tell you. See if you figure it out…)
Word Play:
Atamakazu Kigaookii- numerical strength, generous
Okibi- blazing fire
Nanigashi- certain amount (of yelling, pfft!)
Ijou Uriko- abnormality, salesgirl
Tenkyuu Ichitenki- rain from a cloudless sky, a turning point
Kuuchuusen- air battle
HINTHINT! Kanjoudakai… means… mercenary. (Assassin if you like.)
Darn, I forgot the rest of my notes… Oh well, all in favor of posting anyhow say AYE!
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(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: 1.25.06
Post: I haven't updated anything… right? OH! RIGHT! I revamped a whole chapter of Kagome vs. Shikon High (now titled Higurashi Kagome-san, No Need for High School!) Guess that's good? 1.25.06. (A whole TWENTY days later!)
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.)