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War Of The Worlds
IY YYH crossover. What happens when a whole lot of demons come after Kagome for the Shikon shards? Kurama falls in love with Kagome while protecting her. Will Kagome remain faithful to Inuyasha or will he risk losing her forever.
Chapter Twenty Nine The Puppet And The Master
Play for me,
Sing for me,
Dance for me.
The orange light that had been Kuwabara's soul power shattered. It broke to a million thousand pieces, some as tiny as a fragment of sand itself and some as huge as Hiei's fist. It shimmered all around Hiei, blinking brightly in the darkness that surrounded him. His breathing was haggard, forced. The pain was excruciating and like before it burned and twisted and pulled and pushed.
"Such a hateful barrier. But it's gone now, is it not my darling?" A sweet, high, childish voice echoed all around him as the shooting pains crept slowly from his feet to his head.
He opened his mouth to scream, white foam formed at his mouth. But no sound came out. He couldn't. His eyes rolled back, only the white could be seen. His Jagan eye flew open, shining in the dark. The orange light died down as his own power burnt himself.
Scream my darling,
For your soul I bind,
Eternally to mine.
Mine, all mine.
His body jerked, twisted. He tried to get up, he tried to fight. The pain was so intense; it coiled around his aura, changing it, adding auras, powers of others to his own.
"Relax your mind. Let it in. Let it all in." The voice crooned once more. This time, it was a smooth, motherly tone. Hiei wished dearly to listen to it, to obey whoever was speaking.
Images of a loud mouthed burly orange head came to mind. You giving up so fast shrimp? A boy, with calm fiery eyes looked at him with his hair gelled back. He smiled. We're team mates. We fight together. To the end. A red head, a feminine graceful boy. In an instance, a silver fox. Then back to the boy. Never give up.
With renewed strength, with new hope, Hiei started to force himself to think calmly and rationally and to ignore the pain that increased with each labored breath. He could do this. He would fight this person and he would never give up. He must not. Hiei swore and attempted to move but was restrained by an unknown force.
Flashes of people he knew suddenly sped past his confused mind, he wanted to protect, his friends, his.. Yukina. She was there in front of him. She was holding her hand out. Reaching to him. Smiling sweetly. Aniki. He stared at her, uncomprehending how she came upon this dark world of his.
There was no pain anymore. The fire died out. It was cool, calm, and silent in this world of darkness he was encased in. He moved. He trembled, and opened his mouth. His voice was hoarse as he whispered her name yet again. His voice echoing all around him.
Aniki. Let go. Come to me. Aniki. Her voice drifted to him. Her crimson eyes, so like his widened for a fraction. Her smile a little too wide. He reached out. Grasped a hand that held firmly. She was no illusion. He closed his eyes, smiled, let go. His will slackened.
"You're mine."
Your mind devoured,
Your will lost,
You are my precious,
My lovely puppet.
"You're mine." It was not Yukina. The image flickered and changed. His hand dropped to his side.
Hiei's eyes snapped open, struggling, but he could not move. A sudden throb. Three sharp essences pricked at him. His soul flared, burning, freezing. Mine, mine, mine. Two dragons, one white, pure and the other dark, evil fighting, twisting, coiling around him.
Hiei screamed. A hoarse, desperate scream. Hoping, begging for someone to save him. To free him from this anguish, from this torture. To die. He didn't care anymore. He wanted to be free. His body moved without his consent. An armed stretched, reaching out. His muscles screamed in protest. His legs slowly stood and the agony, pain rushed in little electric shocks. Bright spots appeared in his dark, dark world. The Jagan eye closed, in defiance to the light that shone through suddenly.
He could hear his own blood drip. Images of Yukina flashed again. Sister. Dead. Kurama. Dead. Yusuke. Dead. Kuwabara. Dead. Botan. Dead. All dead. All lay at his feet. All bloodied. All with opened eyes staring at him in accusation. He killed them. His mind roared, and with a swift sudden shot of pain and relief and pleasure, his mind broke.
Break, shatter, doom.
None matters anymore.
Let me think for you.
Shall we?
Let's dance.
It's time.
Time to play my dear.
Power built up in him gradually, slowly moving up and down his body. Powers not of his filled him, and he felt the sudden irresistible urge to grin insanely and laugh and laugh and laugh. Power. So much power. The essences gathered and pulsed.
"You can have all that you want, you can have all the power in the world, and you can rule the world." The voice of his master came drifting to him.
He smiled. He knew of nothing now. The pain was gone. There never was any pain. He knew not of the word. He cocked his head to one side. His mind was blank. What was his name? Ah. That was not important. What was important was to fulfill his master's will. Nothing else mattered.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The insistence dripping of his own blood ran in his ears. He wished to taste the blood of others. He was hungry.
"Wait." He understood and allowed his master to change him. It tickled.
His mistress, his master was beautiful. She giggled slowly as she ran a finger up and down his arm. A lump of flesh grew where she touched. It bubbled and fizzled and slowly crept up and covered his arm. A new coat of flesh slowly covered him. He disliked the obvious weak scent of the other coating of demons that slowly encased him, but he endured it. It was the wish of his mistress.
He closed his eyes and waited. He licked his parched lips. A chaste kiss was placed on his lips as his face was slowly enveloped by the massive coat of flesh.
The wait was not long. He could not see what was happening out but he moved along when the other demons around him fought. He was eager to kill. To shed blood to tear flesh from bone. To crack and to eat all that were present. Demon, human, it mattered not. As his impatience grew, the flesh around him bubbled from his intense black fire that surrounded his body.
The shards that gave him even more pleasure, more power slowly dove through the coat of flesh to rest upon him once more, as the flesh shifted, changed. His eyes opened, and smiled. The fresh scent of blood wafted through his heightened senses and his own thrilled in delight. Bones to gnaw on, blood to drink, to kill. Demons. Humans. He could smell them. He could feel their power pulsing. Theirs would be his.
"Kill them as you wish. Spare none." Must die. Must die. Mistress commands it. Must die. He laughed. Time to die. Time to die.
His victims seemed familiar but he cared not of their origin. They would die as commanded. He would eat them. He could already taste the power that would coarse through his blood as he lunged and ran fast for the one that he deemed worthy of his first strike. The one not of demon and not of human had a huge demonic sword he found interesting.
The power was strong and he wished it to be his own, and he would. Blasts of soul power struck his sight and he swatted them away as he would to a fly that annoyed him. In return for the obvious defiance of his victim he sent a blast of air that took shape of a dragon to the one with powers of a demonic king but seemingly contained in a human body.
The scream and shouts pleased him. He turned back to focus on the hanyou. A cold wave struck him suddenly and he shivered and stopped in his tracks. He moved his head slightly to the side, and barely managed to dodge an oncoming arrow filled with so much pure power that the hair at the back of his neck stood at end.
His eyes narrowed and he snarled. He was not one to be messed with. Who was this one that attempted to fight him? Who was this one with so much power? This one would die first. His attention shifted yet again, and his eyes roved around the few mixture of humans, hanyou and demons.
"You will pay." He spoke softly, menacingly, clearly to one who shone. His vision was of colours, auras and power. The faces of his victims were shifting, blur of colours. The only thing clear was their distinctive scents, and colours. This one with pure power was shining bright. White with slight flashes of pink.
It was female, human, soft. He would devour her. She would be first. He ran swift, leering. Blasting one with another rush of water this time, taking the form of a dragon yet again. The ground beneath him creaked as he forced his power to surge through it, forcing the earth to build together to form the figure of a dragon. He roared. The dragon roared.
"Bakuryuuha!" A shout from the hanyou and this dragon of earth was blasted through. He was thrown back from the force, sharp small stones slicing him as they whizzed through the air.
A boomerang sliced the air and he spotted it a second too late. It struck him painlessly but he was thrown even further. He was pushed back but he twisted, hitting the boomerang to the ground, and somersaulted through the air gracefully, landing adeptly on the ground.
He formed a sword of demonic fire yet again. And this time he manipulated it to form a javelin of sorts and threw it at the group of pathetic demons and humans. It blew the ground in front of them. He smiled.
The fight had only just begun. He always liked his prey to struggle before he clamped them down. He neared one with a pulsing aura of silver and red. A kitsune. Demonic and yet it had a slight human scent. He opened his mouth and his numerous hands grew and twined around the new victim that he had selected. This one did not struggle. No matter. His mouth opened wider, like a snake would. His fangs grew, and he felt satisfaction when his prey started to struggle desperately.
A sudden slice cut through his many hands that fell to the ground, sizzled and melted to pools of black water. Kicks and blows were thrown at him. And he countered with a kick of his own to the troublesome interferer. He had been so close to feast too. This was the same one that had first struck him with blasts. The one with demonic power that was mellowed down by human inferiorities. Pathetic.
He clamped his mouth shut attempting to bite off the hand that was gripping at his neck. The hand that was trying to pull his essences released immediately. He was getting tired of this game. He only wished to fill his stomach. He needed strength. His was fading.
He gave a minor push to the one opposing him with his right hand, momentarily knocking the air out of the other's lungs. His left hand formed a sword and he sliced clean through his body. It stuck out rather prettily and the blood dripped to the ground. He pulled out his sword of fire almost reluctantly.
"No Yusuke!" A thud. Shouts ran through his head. Painful images speed fast his troubled mind for a slight moment but it disappeared in the next instant as his mistress voice spurred him on with a word. Blood.
He formed an arrow of demonic fire this time and a bow. He aimed carelessly and shot. "Kagome!" Ah. The blood, the scent of blood that surrounded him gave him renewed strength.
Strong power suddenly burst through the clearing. Two of enormous powers were coming to him. One kitsune, the other inu. Ah. A feast. Both demons, powerful demons. He nearly burst with hunger, with joy, with such eager desire to tear the flesh and break each bone. His little preys, his victims, his toys.
They lunged. He smiled. And enveloped both in a burst of power. Four dragons of four different elements closed in on them. A fire dragon, his favourite. A water dragon with spikes of ice on it's back. An earth dragon, hard, solid, and yet soft, sand poured in torrents at its end. A dragon of air that seemed to be a tornado with gleaming yellow eyes.
The dragons closed in on the two that was standing still in the middle. They could not escape. He had won.
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left,
We all fall down, like Toy Soldiers
Piece by piece, we're torn apart, we never win,
The battle rages on, for Toy Soldiers
- Eminem
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Yusuke struggled desperately to find the Hiei that he knew through the eyes of the devil that was parading in Hiei's body.. The demon that was in control of Hiei's body – he'd hoped desperately it was so – had ran fast, swifter even than Hiei ever was towards Inuyasha.
Inuyasha looked on grimly and had held his sword high. "No! Don't hurt him!" Yusuke shouted and Inuyasha looked at him with pity in his amber eyes. Yusuke bit his tongue to keep from saying anything.
"Spirit shot!" Hiei or the thing that was in Hiei's body, he'd call it the monster now, deflected his shots easily much to Yusuke's surprise. He turned to grin insanely at Yusuke, and he felt a terror in him that he had not experience before. The look in the monster's eyes was violent, and pure evil. It was no longer Hiei.
The monster held up his right hand and with a slight flick of his wrist, he sent an unexpected strong blast of wind that took the shape of a menacing dragon. Yusuke was thrown back and he slammed painfully to a tree that creaked and fell to the ground, taking him along to the ground.
"Yusuke!" The girl, Sango came running towards him as she was closest and regardless of their own problems, they were like teammates in this difficult situation.
He was helped up by both Kuwabara and Sango. Miroku attempted to throw some ofuda's at the monster, but an outer shield deflected those easily and it seemed that the monster itself did not feel such insignificant attacks. Miroku cursed and seemed to struggle with his conscience while fiddling with some beads around his right hand.
Kagome shot an arrow filled with such power that Yusuke was bedazzled as he watch it cut through the air with sparks of pure power. The monster stopped in its tracks to Inuyasha, and with such calm, he tilted his head slightly and the arrow shot past him without so much as cutting him.
The monster was not smiling anymore though, and inwardly Yusuke was glad. The smile, if anything freaked him out most. The monster opened his mouth and Yusuke froze. Before the voice had been different, and he had hoped that another demon was the one controlling Hiei. But the voice that came out from Hiei's mouth was Hiei's voice.
"You will pay." He spoke softly, menacingly. This was like Hiei speaking. The cold, calculative voice. The deep tenor of his voice vibrated through the air. No. No. Please. Hiei. Why.. Why are you like this? What? What happened?
The monster turned his attention from Inuyasha to Kagome who was gaping at the monster in fear. This was not like any enemy Yusuke had fought before. And from her expression, as well as Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku, he gathered that they too, thought the same.
The monster ran and blasted Kuwabara and Miroku that had ran towards him with another power that took form of a dragon again. It was water. Yusuke wondered how Hiei had gotten such power. He was a being of fire and ice, more of fire in fact. Where had such power of the four elements came about? A surge of hope that this was not Hiei came renewed.
The ground cracked as he too ran swift alongside Sango and the wet duo that had regained their breath back towards Kagome, Kurama and Inuyasha. They had reached the agreement that this monster could not be defeated alone.
The ground broke and rushed upwards in sudden blasts like a geyser. It towered high above them and between the rushing gusts of sand and stone that formed a veil, they could see the approaching figure of the monster. And expectedly it formed another image of a dragon.
The mouth cracked upon and in unison, the monster and the earth dragon roared. Inuyasha darted forward and yelled out. "Bakuryuuha!" The dragon was blasted back towards the monster pushing it back. "Hiraikotsu!" Sango threw her huge boomerang. The monster did not expect this and it struck him.
Gracefully, and all of them watch the monster almost with bated breath as it twisted mid air and it the boomerang effortlessly to the ground, while it catapulted in the air and landed with nimble feet. Yusuke meant to ask Hiei to teach him that should he return back safely, alive.
The monster did not appear to be dazed and instead a cunning look caught hold of his features. He opened a palm and formed fire and Yusuke expected the sword to materialize. Instead, the monster formed a long stick and threw it accurately and precisely at the ground in front of them, blasting the ground and splinters sliced through.
"This cannot be Hiei." Kurama spoke sadly, and Yusuke knew that his friend was holding back tears.
Before Yusuke could assure his friend that they would save Hiei, and yes, this was not Hiei, Kurama had slowly walked to the front dazedly, his dreamy expression striking fear in Yusuke's heart.
"Get a hold of yourself Kurama!" Kuwabara yelled, a look of grim determination on his face. He had long ago accepted the fact that no matter what, he would deal with this monster and get back the real Hiei. This was but an imposter.
"He isn't himself anymore. He has been devoured by the darkness of the Shikon shards." He heard Inuyasha murmur, surprisingly without the usual heat, anger, just with quiet resignation. As if he'd seen this happen to countless others and had just gave up hope of saving anyone else with the same problem because there was just no way of doing so.
"No.." Kurama shook his head despondently. And in the next instant, all of a sudden, the grinning face of the monster came into view and it was closing in on them. The numerous hands on the body stretched and covered the few kilometers between them and pulled Kurama towards it.
Kurama did not struggle and seemed to watch fascinated as the monster's mouth widened beyond limitations. Fangs grew longer.
"Shuuichi!" Kagome's voice managed to get Kurama to think coherently once again, and he started to struggle in the grasp of the hands that tied him up and held him in the air to be slowly lowered to the monster's huge open mouth.
Inuyasha and Yusuke ran forward and in an amazing partnership, Inuyasha sliced the hands that held Kurama tight, while Yusuke distracted the monster with kicks and blows. Charging each with his spiritual power. None seemed to give any effect but at least Kurama was free now. He dropped to the ground, eyes hard now. Kagome had done a good job in snapping Kurama back to reality.
Yusuke remembered that the Shikon shards were embedded at the monster's forehead. Maybe if he could just get them out… He held tight to the monsters neck, hoping to choke it while his other reached out to swipe the shards down. If only it was that easy.
The monster tried to clamp his mouth shut onto Yusuke's hands and he released his hold immediately darting back a little to a safer distance. The monster matched his steps and started forward. He pushed slightly at Yusuke but that push contained a strong force that seemed to knock him out and without warning, a pain shot through his chest.
Yusuke stared at Hiei's wide crimson eyes. He was his friend. He glanced down with a measure of surprise at the sword that was through his body.
He fell down to his knees. "No Yusuke!" Kuwabara's voice seemed very far away. But he struggled not to let the darkness take hold of him. But he failed and as it consumed him, he thought he heard the faint ringing of laughter.
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As soon as Yusuke dropped down, Kagome had attempted to rush to him to cure him. But the one that looked like Hiei, the puppet controlled by someone, had already attempted to make its next move. An arrow of fire came towards her fast, and she would have been struck by it had not Miroku pushed her down and it only sliced her cheek slightly. A drop of blood fell down.
"Kagome!" Both Inuyasha and Shuuichi shouted.
To everyone's surprise, Inuyasha, in a fit of anger had dropped his sword and as it clattered down to the floor in a hollow ring, and Inuyasha transformed to a full demon, the jagged stripes appearing, his eyes red. He flexed his claws with an amount of blood lust in his eyes, not unlike the one the puppet had in his eyes. But he immediately controlled himself and his red eyes slowly turned to amber, but he still remained in his full demon form. He had managed a certain amount of control over this form over the years much to Kagome's relief. He gave a silent nod and reached down to grasp his sword once more, maintaining his demon form and yet managing to wield the Tetsusaiga for even in his full demon form, he would protect his friends, regardless of the fact that they were human.
But that was not all, beside Inuyasha; she almost could not recognize the demon had the aura matched that of Shuuichi-kun. He had too reverted to his demon form. A silver kitsune, with ears like Inuyasha and a tail. He glanced at Kagome with amber eyes and she gasped in shock. She seemed to have seen this demon before and he smiled faintly at her before he turned his attention back to the puppet. With a slight twist of his hand, a beautiful red rose came to his hand and he lashed it once and it turned into a whip of thorns. He seemed awfully familiar but Kagome just couldn't place him in her memory.
Inuyasha and Shuuichi or Kurama nod at each other and both ran towards the puppet. But eerily, the puppet smiled and they knew something was up, causing Miroku and Kuwabara to shout while Kagome and Sango screamed; four dragons appeared and shot to the sky.
The dragons of different mediums were insanely beautiful, and yet so terribly terrifying with the amount of power that each dragon had. The one of water and ice danced in the sky like a waterfall. The one of earth was like a sandstorm. The one of air was a hurricane, a swirling twister. The one of fire was the scariest, as it reminded somehow of being the shadow that lurked behind fires that burnt.
Would they survive? She could see both Inuyasha and Kurama glancing at the four dragons as they descended upon them with ferocity. Inuyasha shouted out his famous "Bakuryuuha." But the power barely made an effect on the four dragons. Kurama opened his mouth and summoned out a something, a plant Kagome had never seen before. It shot up from the shaking ground and attempted to envelope the dragons with its long green veins and its red giant flowers that had opened mouths and sharp razor teeth. But it was in vain, in a sudden 'boom', the flowers burst in flames and fell smoking to the ground.
They were about to die and she could do nothing about it. She was about to watch them die in front of her like so many others. She was worthless, she was weak and she could do nothing tom save them. Miroku mentioned something about trying to absorb the four dragons with his kazaana but even without trying Kagome knew that it was hopeless.
She couldn't see the two anymore, the four dragons spiraled up into the air, presumably carrying the two in the middle. The puppet was grinning at them. Blood sprayed to the ground in a sudden geyser and Kagome froze.
No. No. No! Inuyasha! Shuuichi! No!
The Shikon shards in her hold vibrated and pulsed. And in a sudden impulse, in a sudden movement, she pulled out an arrow from her back and with a thought, melded the half Shikon no Tama had the tip of the arrow, coating the sharp iron. Then she pressed her power towards the bow, and it flared with her power. She pulled the arrow back and it pulsed and struggled with her contained power. Yusuke stirred, him being of a demon's origin could not stay too close to such pure power.
Fear will hold you prisoner,
Hope can set you free.
She trembled at the effort of staying conscious as she pressed all of her power into the arrow. With a yell to release all her hidden energy, she narrowed her eyes and shot the gleaming arrow that immediately turned into a phoenix of white light towards the shocked puppet. Kagome fell to the ground tiredly, supported by Sango; she watched the events unfold in front of her with a certain amount of satisfaction.
It sped forward and the puppet took hesitant steps back before turning and running in fear. The power was too strong to be oppressed. And the phoenix shot through the puppets head.
The arrow sliced his Jagan eye and yet it did not harm Hiei, for the Shikon no Tama shards under Kagome's will had merely past through Hiei as if he was merely a veil containing the shards. The three shards upon Hiei's forehead were purified immediately. And he collapsed to the ground as the remaining hands on his body disappeared and he fell down with exhaustion. He had been nearly purified by her powers. But she controlled her powers and willed the phoenix of her pure power to return with the three shards.
It flew back and before the arrow had the chance to slice through her, she held it firmly in her hand and only allowed the power to seep back into her.
The four dragons disappeared and two thuds fell upon the ground. Inuyasha and Kurama were seriously injured. Their arms and legs torn and both were unconscious.
"Bring all of them here." Kagome was nearly fainting now, but she still had a task to do.
Kuwabara had shaken himself out of his reverie as he had been watching Kagome with a mixture of awe and fear and rushed to carry Hiei to her side. Hiei was awake but his eyes were glazed and he looked haggard, the earlier menace in his eyes disappeared much to their relief. He smiled, and it was unusual for Kuwabara to see Hiei so utterly defeated like this, even the smile was alien. It wasn't his usual sneer, nor a smirk, but a real grateful smile.
Hiei fell to his knees in front of Kagome and bopped his head down in respect. His voice was soft and quiet as he thanked her. "Thank you miko. If it had not been for you, I might not have regained my mind for the evil of the shards had held me tight with the promise of power." Kagome nod in return and gently laid a hand upon Hiei's forehead and Jagan eye and shifted through his memories. "Thank you." Hiei whispered again, and he fell back with a thud, instantly asleep.
Yusuke had already been brought to safety. Miroku and Sango hefted both Inuyasha whom had reverted to his hanyou form and so did Kurama who had changed back to his human form.
She concentrated on her powers covering each in a ball of her healing power and did all that she could in healing the most serious of their wounds. She did not have enough energy and power to heal them properly but to heal the most life threatening would have to do.
Before she had nearly finished, the laughter came again. "Very well done. Very well done miko." The remaining conscious four stiffened.
"Who are you?" Miroku asked softly looking all around him to place the pulsating soul that had no definition, no scent as Inuyasha had said earlier, no indication at all that it was of what origin.
"You have entertained me enough. It is beyond my expectation that such a frail human could possess such power."
The master that had been controlling the puppet was going to show itself. The soul that seemed to be the mistress as called by Hiei before seemed yet again to flicker between the boundaries of life and death. This was the one they seek to defeat, if Hiei who had been controlled by this person had been so powerful, how would her own powers be?
Kagome's vision blurred. She would not be able to keep awake any longer. "You have defeated my puppet, but no matter, I can have another. As a reward, I shall let you see me. I have not shown myself for a very long time now.. Consider yourself privileged, humans."
Miroku, Kuwabara and Sango strode forward in front of Kagome. They were the only ones that could fight, she herself was too weak and the other four was badly hurt.
The sky turned a forbidding red much to the despair of the four. Thunder cracked and lightning struck the ground closed to them. The insane laughter of a child, girl, woman, old lady came to surround them. This ageless and yet aged voice drifted.
"I want you miko. You will be my new play thing.."
In the centre of the clearing a sudden crack and a tear sounded. Kagome did not know how, but it seemed to her that a little girl stepped out from a crack in the air. From a different place, a different void.
And that little girl that seemed to be barely the aged of ten and yet with the face of that a mature young woman regarded them curiously. In an instant, she turned to an old woman with a crooked back and a hideous face of a new born baby's.
"I am Fukkatsu and I am one of the chosen"
And Kagome, Miroku, Sango and Kuwabara knew that they had no hope of winning against this thing not of demon origin, not of human origin, not that of the living and not that of the dead. In other words, this Fukkatsu, resurrection, was one of the undead. A zombie, a puppet of its own.
"Being undead isn't being alive."
-E.E. Cummings
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So, how was it? I spent like six hours doing this. And it's currently 2.00am in the morning, so if it sucks you could blame my sleep addled mind. I'm tired and I'm sick.
So goodnight.
Bonne nuit!
Anyway, I hope this wasn't too bad or anything, like I said, I was damn sleepy when I wrote this and yet I had to get it out. So if it makes no sense, tell me yeah.
So! In the next chapter, there might be some romance with Kurama and Kagome, but like I said, I suck at romance and even then I'm not too sure. Maybe it'll happen at the chapter after that. Well! But I'll definitely add some fluff moments. I just haven't seem to be able to add any this twenty nine chapters and I'm embarrassed at that fact. Apologies to all faithful readers!
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this and yeah! If anyone has the time could you pay a visit to this story that I'd wrote for my sister's friend? It's Get Backers and I know many of us hates OC pairings but I need to know if I'd made Kazuki too OOC.
Thank you! And yet again I apologize as I'm planning to write any new story. For shame! And it's going to be a Harry Potter one! I'm so happy for reasons I cannot fathom.. Haha.. And yeah, in accordance to that, erm.. this story might a bit delayed in the later chapters but I promise I'll try to update regularly!
Thanks for reading the first story that I have ever wrote and continued.
Yours truly,
Nicole
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