darkenedmoonlightflame
Hiten/Kagome/Bankotsu. We'll have a vote later on! For now (when Hiten comes in) It'll be a triangle.
KxHxB. AU. Meet Kagome: serial man avoider slash klutz dancer. Meet Hiten: cold mercenary slash badass womanizing demon. Whoa, deja vu? One going in for the ultimate achievement, the other just trying to dance without getting punch dumped down her shirt. Each not noticing the world crashing and clashing around them, attractions brewing.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Inuyasha, or else all my stories would be weird branches off it. This story, idea, and writing is entirely mine, however.
A/N: I've changed my summary a bit. Review responses at the bottom. Did you readers find the notes and dictionary helpful?
Oh, by the way, Hiten'll seem a little OC to the series at first, you know, being NICE for once. He'll get more Hiten-ish later on…
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Dance, Dance, Koishii
Part Two
tEnShI, cAn YoU kEeP a SeCrEt?
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I could hear my heart beating in time with my pounding feet, echoing on the cold marbled tile floors of the girl's locker room as I speed walked.
Walking, walking, walking. It was endless. I was trying to keep some of my shattered dignity. Why did I care? I asked myself. I've been laughed at millions of times, but what hurt so much this time?
Maybe because my once-nemesis was laughing cruelly at me as if to say, 'See. You can't dance, you never will!'?
I fight the stinging tears, snuffling softly as I begin to walk faster, not caring where I was going.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
I'm trotting now, and people are looking at me. Rather, gaping. It's not every day you see a girl in beautiful clothes, looking really ugly and crying with a bunch of shopping bags over her shoulders.
I hear them whispering rumors around me. "Did she break her wallet with those clothes?" "Did the salesman tell her she was hideous?"
I stopped abruptly, wiped off what tears I could and marched over to the man who had said such a thing. "The salesman was wonderful. It's not those people that suck. It's YOUR sort, sir."
And I continued, only jogging pretty fast now, rumors flying around my head. "Maybe her boyfriend dumped her!" "Nah, she's waaaaay too ugly for a boyfriend."
At that comment, I burst into tears and broke out into an impossibly fast run, my feet smacking the ground at terminal velocity. People gasped, changing their remarks. "Do you think she heard us?" "Is she an angel?" "Did she get amnesia and get lost?" "How does she run like that?" "Is she running because she thinks she's ugly?"
Again with the ugly comments. I can't stop the tears now, as I come to an abrupt halt in front of the gorgeous rose and turquoise-tinted glass fountain by the west entrance of the mall. I plop down in a non-fashionable, non-caring way, my bags strewn around me.
My arms rest on the rim of the fountain, and my head rests on the place where they cross as the tears run down my face and into the fountain, making endless ripples. They bounce around, and soon I have no tears left to cry. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, sliding closer to the rim, looking into the moving water. Someone is behind me…
"Go away." I command in a watery tone, my voice breaking, thinking it was someone I knew. A gloating Bankotsu in particular.
The person says nothing, yet comes to stand next to me, crouching down with what I'm sure is a pitied look on his face. A tear slips down my cheek. And I thought I didn't have any left to cry.
"I suppose you're here to laugh at me, too, ne?" I say, not sparing the person a glance as I stare into the water, looking for something. Anything. "But all I see is myself…" I whisper, as I stare at the stilling water, watching my reflection ripple and twist before slowly, unwillingly stilling.
As it returns to the stillness it knew before, I notice that it's not Bankotsu standing there with a mocking look pasted on his features. It's a guy, somewhat older than I am. Nineteen, maybe?
My cerulean eyes widen, then go back to normal as I tilt my head and look him in the eyes. They're a deep shade of crimson. His face isn't mocking or pitying. It's… wistful. "I don't wish to have your pity." I say, then turn away.
He just smiles and holds out something to me. "Handkerchief, miss?" I start, surprised at his kindness. I turn back towards him.
I observe him as he grins slightly. He's in a black trenchcoat, with a white and bloodred streaked open dress shirt and an undone black tie, with the two ends hanging around his neck in an upside-down U. Under which is a black half-shirt, showing off his part of his abs. Which are fit, or else he wouldn't be wearing that shirt. My guesswork says his body matches that stomach, and I avert my eyes. He's got on a type of punching gloves, as well, which cut off a little past the knuckles.
He's pretty tanned, but it suits him. Long raven-black hair, pulled back into a thick, dwindling braid that went about three-quarters down his back. And there are those crimson eyes. I'm getting lost in them, so I tear my gaze away.
"Thank you." I say hoarsely, my throat dry and sore. I take the offered cloth and wipe the tears off my face, and grin a small smile at our reflections as I place the handkerchief down on the broad rim of the fountain. I reach up, finding my hair completely wind-whipped and messy, and I shake it out of its ribbon.
I wrap it around my hand, so I won't lose it.
"Say, miss, what's your n-" His jaw is slack when I turn my face back around to face him, and I smile shyly.
"Kagome." I reply to his unfinished question softly.
His features twist from shocked to baffled to pleased to a comical confused look. "Were you the girl running around like a nut?"
I blush and grin and the fountain. "Yep. I didn't mean to make a scene, though."
He laughs, a husky, rough sound. "Well, you got the opposite of what you wanted. I heard rumors of an angel crying at the fountain."
I laugh bitterly. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
He blinks. "Nani?"
"The ugly angel part, silly."
"What do you mean?"
I sigh sadly and reach out to the fountain, stroking the cool surface with trailing fingertips. "Well…"
"All I saw was a beautiful angel mourning." He says softly, and my eyes widen as I turn slowly to look him in the eyes.
"Did you mean what you said?" I demand quietly.
"Do I look like the lying type?" He answers me with another question.
"No…" I whisper. "No…?"
"Hiten." He says, adding, "It was wonderful to meet you, Kagome. I hope we'll have more time to talk next time we bump heads." He gives me that heartbreaking wistful smile again, and I feel myself smiling back. We stay like that for a long moment, then he turns and walks back into the crowd, waving three fingers as he leaves.
I simply sit there for a while, then snap out of it and glance at my companion, the fountain. His handkerchief still sits there, forgotten and unknowingly (or perhaps not) forsaken. I rest my chin on my crossed arms again, and I whisper to the fountain. "Can you keep a secret for me?"
The water flowing from the top seems to gurgle in a melody to me. It's like it's singing. To me, and only me.
"You must. It must be lonely, with no one but a crazed sobbing girl to stop long enough to hear your beautiful music." I whisper, wondering if everyone else would hear it if they stopped to listen.
The water's only response in to continue the beautiful, soothing melodic rhythms.
I pick up the handkerchief he left and bring it to my face and inhale. It smells fresh, like the trees in a forest, like the pure water crashing against a cliff, like the crisp air on top of a mountain. I love it. I tuck the handkerchief somewhere I won't lose it. AKA, my back pocket.
"I think…" I pause, unsure whether I'm being a spot crazy or not. "that I like that guy. Hiten." I blush madly when I recall his smile. My brain chimes in to fight my heart.
'Oh please, he probably pitied you.'
"No… he didn't look at me that way… And he called me… beautiful."
My mind snorted. 'Your friends are coming around the corner.' It said promptly.
So I collected my wits and gathered my bags and slung them over my shoulder just as Sango scurried around the corner with a worried look on a pale face. "Kagome!" She calls out in a relieved tone.
"Yes, Sango?" I say mildly, pausing for a fraction before continuing to gather my shopping bags from J Style and elsewhere.
"We've been looking everywhere! Where have you been hiding!" She's practically breaking into hysterics, and Miroku puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She doesn't even stop babbling. She must have been worried to death.
"I was right here, cr-" I cut myself off, not wanting to add to her stress. Besides, I thought I saw a flash of red and white…
"Did you drop a handkerchief, miss?" A cheery young man with light brown-blond hair beams at me.
It was Hiten's.
"Oh yes! I'm terribly sorry! Did you fall and hurt yourself?" Hey, come on. I have to assume the worst.
He just smiles that same, unnerving grin. "No, miss. I just noticed it."
"Oh. Well, thank you." I take it from him, and try and think of a place to put it. It hits me. How stupid of me. I have a million pockets.
So I stick it in one on my knee, zippering it closed firmly.
"I didn't know you carried hankies, Kagome." Bankotsu says suspiciously.
I don't reply or defend myself. I simply ignore him utterly.
"Sango, Miroku?"
"Yes?" Miroku asks.
"Is Kouga's class still going?"
"Why, yes."
"Are you coming back!" Sango mumbles hopefully.
"Sure. I feel a lot better." I state, and we skip back to the glass bridge. I blink. Was that Hiten's trenchcoat?
Boy oh boy. I've got a paranoia BAD.
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"Ah, miss, are you feeling better?"
"Hai." I walk with Miroku, Sango, and the other one to our spots on the dancefloor.
"Since Miss Higurashi has missed the waltz practice, everyone shall do another seven minutes, alright?" The fangirls were too busy ogling Kouga to care, but I still felt embarrassed that he had made the class repeat something for me.
Sango and Miroku pair up again, and Bankotsu looks stubbornly at the wall past me. I feel insulted. And I open my mouth to say so, but close it. He isn't worth my time. Suddenly I see it flash down the hall. "I knew it. I'm not delusional." I mutter under my breath, as a slip out the door, ignoring Bankotsu's 'You're crazy.' look.
He's standing with his back to me, browsing the vending machines across the hallway. He suddenly starts, and whirls around to face me, his hands contorted oddly, like he's going to do some sort of attack. Surprise and amusement crossing his face when he sees it's just me. "We meet again."
"Would you like your handkerchief back?" I ask tentatively.
"Nah. Keep it." He smirks. "Whatcha doing here?"
"Trying to learn to dance. I'm not very good at it." I sigh. He smiles and pushes a button on the vending machine. And sighs as well.
"Stupid machine, always gets stuck on me…" I think I hear him mumble.
I grin. "Move over."
"Why?"
I step up, and crouch down, and stick my hand up the chute slowly. "Oh, it's not even bad." My arm twists and contorts into the chute. My fingers brush something cold, and I curl my fingers around it and yank down and out.
"Tada!" I announce in my narrator voice, "Kagome the human Coke-fetcher retrieves yet another stuck soda!" As I hand it to him.
He laughs and pops open the top, draining it in a few gulps, then crumpling the can and throwing a basket into the garbage.
"You owe me a waltz." I say matter-of-factly, at the complete random. My heart is racing, but my mind is relieved I won't have to dance with Bankotsu.
"You're an odd woman." He says as I drag him back into Kouga's class.
"Four minutes, people." Kouga shouts, before going back to his fanclub.
"Weird teacher." Hiten remarks as I yank him through the door.
"He gives good instructions when he's not with those twits, though." I reply.
We finally get to the area with Miroku and Sango. They're looking into each other's eyes, violet meeting deep hazel. How romantic.
Bankotsu looks at Hiten curiously, then snorts. "Who's that, Kagome?"
"Some guy I found by the vending machines." I reply vaguely, reveling in the pissed-off look he flashes at me.
Hiten is looking on the whole scene, amused. "A waltz for my soda. Done."
He leads me out to the dancefloor, the area by the window with a breath-taking view. "I'll be instructing you for this dance." He places one of his hands on my hip, one of mine on his shoulder. We clasp hands, and he smirks. "Try not to lead."
He performs the first step, and I follow flawlessly, like before. I take a deep breath as we move on, stumbling.
"Don't psyche yourself out. Focus on me, and only me." Hiten instructs, and I focus on him, forgetting everything, everyone, and any pressure. We get through it flawlessly, and we repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat…
"Hey, are you in my class?" Kouga calls, breaking my concentration. I stumble, trip, fall, and don't kiss the ground? Hiten has me by the waist, and I blush as he pulls me up.
Wow, he's good. He made it look like a dip and flourish, when I actually had a klutz moment.
"Nope. I'm just paying back a favor." He says, grinning at me and walking off, doing that three-fingered salute.
Bankotsu looks utterly confused, Miroku blinks, and Sango wiggles her eyebrows at me before sidling up and whispering loudly in my ear, "Where'd you find the guy?"
"Vending machines." I say, grinning a million-watt smile.
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I'm feeling pretty happy-go-lucky now, and it's like I'm on Cloud Nine. Class ended, and Sango's stomach demanded for us to go to the food courts and eat. Which my stomach totally agreed with.
Bankotsu was still miffed that I brought in a 'random' (I still haven't told them!) guy to dance with. And I promptly asked whether he'd dance with somebody he didn't know, or somebody who laughed at him and made him cry.
He said he wouldn't cry if someone laughed at him.
So here we are, sitting at a booth in a cheap Chinese takeout restaurant, the Shikon, and I was staring at the ceiling. The food is good here, and it's fun seeing how the waters have to dress in Feudal Era clothing. "Hey Sango?"
"Yes, Kagome?" She glanced up to see what I was looking at.
"Can we get ice cream later?"
The corners of her mouth twitch upward. "What flavor? You're paying for your own, however." She learned the hard way last time that I like ice cream.
I think I'm getting stars in my eyes, because she giggles and says, "You're drooling."
"I know… Hmm. I'll be good. One scoop of mango topped with one scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough!" She makes a gagging face, and I sigh. "It's really good!"
"I'll leave that unto you, Kagome." Miroku mutters darkly.
"Table 12!" Bankotsu gets up without a word, and picks up our order and somehow manages to stagger back under its massive weight. I lick my lips and break out my chopsticks.
"Which… is… yours!" He pants.
"Oh… this and this and this and this and this and this!" Nearly half the food is gone, and he straightens and puts the tray down, hunched over. Taking a deep breath, he twists sharply and cracks his back. I wince at the loud noise, and open up my first box. "Hagou!"
It's a great shrimp dumpling dish, and I turn to Bankotsu. "Did you get extra sweet sauce?"
"No! My back was already broken!" He grumbles, then chows down on his dish. Blech. Bittermelon fish.
"You touch my food, you die." I make sure it's clear to everyone before I zoom up to the counter and freeze.
"Jak!" I ask incredulously.
He turns, clad in the traditional haori and armor of a Feudal Era assassin. "Kagome?"
"Have got any extra sweet sauce?" I wink, and he smiles slightly and reaches behind him and hands me a plastic cup filled with the yummy sauce. "Thanks." I say hurriedly, then zoom back to the booth and pick up my chopsticks, drizzling sauce onto the dumplings.
I reach for the hagou and pick it up. Halfway to my mouth, and it escapes! And flops down off my chest and into my lap. My mouth is still open and waiting for the morsel, too. Bankotsu snorts so hard, the green tea he's drinking flies out of his nose (EEW!) and he chokes on his fish. I glare, glad I had changed into my school uniform.
Standing abruptly, I guess I look like I'm on fire, 'cause people stop and stare, then scurry far away when I look evilly at them. My eyebrow is twitching uncontrollably, as I march up to Jak, who opens his mouth.
"I know. I've got hagou on my shirt. Napkin, please?"
"If you come into the back and take that off…"
"Pervert!" I whisper heatedly. I don't even let him finish that disgusting sentence.
"I'll take your clothes to the dry cleaners for you." He finishes anyway, and I blink stupidly. "Alright. But what will I wear?"
He smirks evilly. "A waiter's outfit, of course. You can borrow mine."
"What'll YOU wear?"
"My normal clothes."
I sigh and resign myself to fate, following Jak into the back of the restaurant. He starts stripping, and I slap my hands over my eyes. "Wait until I turn around!" I run the opposite direction, slam into something and plop down. A shirtless Jak comes over.
"You okay?"
"Put on some clothes!" I hiss, covering my eyes again.
I hear clothes and armor clunking as they drop, and the rustle of light clothes being pulled on. "You can look now." He says, sounding mock hurt.
I cautiously uncover my eyes, and he grins. "I'll leave you to your own devices." He walks out of the kitchen door, and I strip down and pull on the amazingly soft white haori and pants. They smell pleasantly spicy, like cinnamon. I struggle with the swirled armor, manage to get it on, fight to breathe, give up and walk out.
"Jak?"
"Hai?"
"These are way too big." He looks over, and I can tell he's holding back laughter.
"I see. I'll go get you my other OTHER spare set of clothes. Don't worry, it's not as bad."
I sigh. The haori is down to my knees, with the sleeves long and floppy. The pants are like a river, as I try to hike them up to no avail. I never knew Jak was so tall. And that bloody armor! It was so heavy! I was straining to hold it up, and losing badly.
"Here you go. This outta fit." He hands me some clothes. "It's some of my spare clothes. Sorry if they're a little big. Those uniforms are bloody murder, aren't they?"
"Thanks Jak." I pick up the pants around the armor again, trying to hike back through them to the kitchen.
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"Where'd Kagome go?" Bankotsu looked around cautiously, then reached for my hagou. I appeared, towering over him.
"You weren't going to do what I THOUGHT you were going to do, now were you?" I glared and put on my tough-girl façade.
"Um… Excuse me, but do I know you?"
"I'm Kagome, stupid."
I sit down, picking up my chopsticks and the box of hagou. I'm practically inhaling the food as I reach for the udon soup and tempura, which I eat rapidly. "Sticky rice!" I squeal and chow down the delicious dish.
"Why are you wearing that strange outfit?"
"I can't walk around in my bra, now can I?" I snap, before going back to inhaling some barbecue pork.
"Sure you can." Miroku said.
Sango does her famous slap, and Miroku visits la-la land.
"Ah… That was good food." I yawn and stretch. "Ready for that ice cream?"
"Kagome, have you looked in a mirror?"
"No. Why?"
"You look… oddly hot, yet dangerous in some guy's clothing?…" Sango tried, but couldn't say what she wanted to say.
"What's the damage?"
Sango motions for me to come, and we slide out of the booth, our pants squeaking on the red vinyl. We walk into the ladies room and…
Oh my god? Is that me? I look like a hot girl in some guy's clothes, which were modified to look sexy on a girl!
"Jak rocks." Is all I say.
It's an open black dress shirt, with small strips of sapphire, white, and crimson going vertically down it. With a big white tee shirt with an emerald dragon on it, underneath my dress shirt. It's weird, but it looks kinda sexy, with the large neck hole revealing some of my lightly tanned skin. But I'm still glad the shirt isn't down to my knees.
You don't notice it, but Jak is a pretty tall guy.
The pants are gangster style, black, with pockets and zippers everywhere, similar to my cargo pants-jeans. With that same crisscrossing, dripping silver look. I laugh a little, not being able to imagine Jak in them. He helped me hook on all the chains 'just so' too.
Plus the addition of a sweeping black trenchcoat, a crimson tie. My hair is back up in a ponytail, with two strands loose around my ears…
I'll admit it. I look good.
"Nice trenchcoat…?" Sango says teasingly.
"Hey! I like it. Plus Jak showed me how they're multi-functional!" I buttoned the polo closed, and pulled out the tie and fixed it so it was formfitting. "See?" I undo it and leave it the way it was originally.
"Well, if you like to walk around wearing men's clothes, that's okay with me."
We break out into stiffled laughter, and walk out of the restrooms, our boots clicking on the red and white tiled floor. The guys look at us funny, as if to say, 'What? Is there something in our teeth?'. That only increases our giggles.
"What's so funny?" Bankotsu finally says, after doing a quick food-in-teeth check.
"Oh nothing. Ready for that ice cream yet, guys?" I ask, and by their faces, I know my pleading look is turned on.
"Alright, Kagome. We're going. Just… let me finish that!" Miroku is holding onto his seat with one hand, the other reaching for his green tea. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" His fingertips brush it, but I pull harder, and we're off.
"Sheesh, don't be such a drama queen." Sango was a nice person, and went back and got it.
"It's cold now. I don't really want it." Miroku says vaguely. I see a vein pop on Sango's temple.
"Would you rather wear it then?"
Bankotsu rolls his eyes and grabs the tea, depositing it in the shiny green trash can as we walk by. "Grow up."
My face lights up as I spot the ice cream parlor and dash to the counter, whipping out my wallet. "I'll have a scoop of mango, topped with a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough, with some crushed cookie crumbs as a topping!" I say as fast as I possibly can, confusing the poor salesman.
"Um… Could you repeat that?"
"Sure…" I glance at his nametag, "Hojo?" I repeat my order slowly.
"I'm terribly sorry, but those flavors just got sold out, ma'am." I must look heartbroken, cause he continues, "Don't worry, there's forty-two other flavors!" He's all fluttery and skittish, and then I notice; he's the guy who –almost, I tell you!- slipped on Hiten's handkerchief.
"It's okay. I'll come back later…" I mutter, dragging myself away, feeling discouraged.
"Did you get your ice cream, Kagome?" Miroku asks, curious to see the mango-chocolate chip cookie dough combo. Or at least to see me actually eat it.
I sigh dejectedly, and Bankotsu pats me on my shoulder. "I'm sure they have about seventy other flavors."
"Forty-two." I correct, then sigh again.
"Hmm." Bankotsu mutters, probably brooding about his lousy guesswork. "Well, me and Miroku are going to check out the skateboard gear, then. Later gals."
He waves a hand in my face, and I attempt to swat it away. He catches me at it, and smiles, looking into my eyes. "Come on Kagome. Frowning doesn't suit you. Smile." He smirks softly, if that's possible. "Ice cream sundae when we get back on me, okay?"
I perk up slightly, and the corners of my mouth turn up. "Alright, but I'll remember that. Then off to the arcade, right!" I'm happy (sort of) again, and he grins and turns away. Sango and I do a Queen Elizabeth wave, before laughing heartily.
"Hmm. What do you say we hit the arcade while they're ogling the millions of wheels?"
"I'm gonna kick you're butt." Is all I say, and we start strolling over to the large, airy arcade.
A chill goes up my spine, and I feel odd. Like I'm being watched. Which is impossible, for everyone's faces are pressed against the windows. I wonder what it was, but I just can't calm my nerves.
"Hey Sango?" I say, hoping my voice will kill off my creepy-crawlies. It doesn't. My women's intuition, perhaps? Or a scary sixth sense? Whatever it is, it's getting worse.
It happens again, and this time I feel so distant from my friendly self. I feel… dangerous.
It climaxes, and I turn to Sango, and shove her over into the ice cream parlor. "HEY!" She yells, flailing around like a slippery fish.
I feel the sense again, and I look at her. "Stay." I say, and to my great surprise, my voice is cold.
She looks stunned for a moment. "Kagome… Your eyes… they're… violet-red?" She manages to stammer. The sense is going crazy, and I can't ignore it, so I simply store her words for thinking over later, letting this weird feeling come over my body.
"Stay." I repeat once more, before running at high velocity again, zooming past people so fast. I wonder how my eyes stay open. People are screaming, and I finally get to an open area. The mall parking lot. I whirl and screech to a stop, sliding with a leg out for stability.
It sounds like… gunfire? A sniper, perhaps? I stand gracefully, yet rapidly, and I hear a whiz. It smacks flush into my chest, and I can't breathe. A few more rounds come, and my body feels numb. I cough up a liquid; I suspect it's blood. Suddenly I can feel all the anger that I've been bottling up inside the cheery me:
Why did dad leave us for that whore?
Why did Bankotsu laugh at me?
Why am I such a klutz?
Why am I always called UGLY?
Why was the only one who cared just some guy?
Why?
Why?
Did he pity me?
Am I that PATHETIC and UGLY and STUPID?
I feel like I'm on fire, my blood raging in torrents and boiling and I bury my fist into the parking lot concrete, with a loud slam. Nothing happens, and I think my fist is stuck. Suddenly things are coming and going in flashes, like words and colors, blurred scenes…
Red.
Children.
Blood.
Assassin.
Killer.
War.
Murderer.
Amnesia.
An orphanage.
Foster parents.
'Love.'
Resentment.
Death.
Bitterness.
A little boy…
My fist starts glowing bright blue, and my inner self (the good cheery ol' Kagome) gasps in awe as the pavement around me tears up into great globs of concrete, shattering in a pathway to a source…
A figure leaps up high, firing off on the sniper… A few rounds clank next to my hand, and I pull t out of the pavement, angry. "If you're touched my friends…" I threaten, my voice low and dangerous as I walk toward him, dodging the bullets flying.
"Hey Manten? Yea, yea. You know Jakotsu? I think he got stronger. Yea. Well, I'm off to go kill his wench now. Oh? Her name's Kagome? Hnn." I caught that snippet, just as huge storm clouds pulled in, thundering and crackling around us. I can't see him (if it is a him, that is), and lightning crashes down from the heavens.
He turns and smirks at me, but I can't see his face or clothes... "Catchya later, Jakotsu." I'm totally confused. Jakotsu? Hello, I'm Kagome?
I manage to crawl over to a grassy patch under a willow tree in the Japanese garden, around the corner.
Was I…
A target?
What reason would anyone have for trying to kill me?
I sat down with a thud, stirring the emerald grass into rippling waves.
And it began to rain.
A/N: Well, not quite as good as last chapter. Maybe, maybe not.
Well, I'm glad I got reviews! Even so, I'm upping my fee to 7 reviews!
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Next Time:
What was the whole freaky targeting thing? Oh, great. They're coming back. And those weird flashes? Well, now I've gotta find this 'Jakotsu' fellow and make him talk. Just lovely. What? I'm a WHAT!
Will I ever see Hiten again? Sango, you idiot! Why did you put us in an every day dance class!
Now I have to deal with looking stupid, the Jakotsu factor, Hiten, shopping, all these stupid emotions, AND the mysterious ELITE?
Vocab:
Koishii- beloved
Tenshi- angel
Ne?- a small, add-on that usually goes on as emphasis for a question
Nani- what
Hai- yes
Hagou- yummy Chinese dish. Like a shrimp dumpling basically.
Bittermelon fish- Not so yummy Chinese dish. My dad likes it. Blech.
Haori- man's Japanese top. Like the red thing Inuyasha wears. All the IY guys wear it. Except for Jakotsu.
Udon soup and tempura- A wonderful dish. Nice broth and tempura batter veggies and shrimp.
Gray Hoody: Hmm. Kagome/Hiten or Kagome/Bankotsu? I love both the pairs… It's a triangle for now, but it's probably a Hiten/Kagome, since there aren't too many of them. Maybe I'll put a poll! The Kagome/Bankotsu section grew! Wah, my story is like 24th now…
Bankotsu-Lover: Well, technically, he does like her. But… Meh, you'll see. But yep, you see the jealousy factor come in. A Ban/Kagome? Hmm. I really should make a poll…
googlie-googlie-loo: I'm a girl, just for future info. But thanks anyway for the compliments. Thoughtful of you to put both, though. Keep reviewin'!
me (): Sure.
AnImE-LuVeR (): Well, you got your wish! It's a Hiten/Kagome/Bankotsu triangle! And I'll probably have to end up using a poll to pick a bishy… Thanks for the compliments!
aNiMaAyAnGeL: Wow. Um.. Thanks a lot? Well, I'm back, and updating! Yay!
Coleen (): Yep. A pretty sorry substitute for Kagome, ne? Here's your update!
CONFUSED? REVIEW AND ALL WILL BE CLEAR! (PSST, BRING A PIZZA HUT IN YOUR PURSE WHEN YOU COME FOR CUNSULTING!) BUT GUYS, DON'T BRING A PURSE UNLESS YOU'RE JAKOTSU.
o.O.o.O darkenedmoonlightflame O.o.O.o
And company. Sesshomaru and Bankotsu.
Ja ne!