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Son of a b+h I don't who you are yet I've come to the conclusion that you're either playing me to get me to update quicker or you're Shawn G. and if you are Shawn G. – YOU SICK FREAK AND I WANT MY HARRY POTTER MOIVE BACK!And if you're not either of those then I have a question to prove you know me. What disgusting lunch did the cafeteria serve us today and try to pass it off as food?
Oh and P.S. if you're not Shawn (and even if you are) thanks for the review!
And I'd like another hint please!
Blah question answering time...umm well I didn't really get any questions that I can't really explain without giving away my plot.
Oh and feel lucky I really need to be studying for my AP World Quiz but I'm updating three days in a row...I'm awesome...or I just really like to procrastinate
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Inuyasha crept silently through the west wing; he was awed by the deep blue carpet that covered the floor as it contrasted with the dark orange walls. Window's, evenly aligned the walls every five feet showing the vast stretches of the manor's land, were trimmed with a white border. On the other side of the wall portraits sat five feet apart, Inuyasha was fairly certain that the portrait border was made out of solid gold with silver leaves embroidered into them, within each portrait was the ancestors of the manor Lords and Ladies of the past smiled (or frowned) down upon him.
As he reached the end of the hall way something caught his eye in the second to the last portrait aside form the woman dressed in miko grab was the fact that there was only one child; a little girl. Intrigued he read the inscription at the bottom:
Lord of the Manor, Yuki Samuru
With Wife
Lady of the Manor, Yuki Midoriko
Child And Heiress To the Manor
Yuki Maeko.
'So Mrs. Higurashi owns the manor not Mr. Higurashi,' he thought.
He then looked at the last portrait a grim stern faced man stared down at him, he laughed a little inside when he remembered the sight of the man in front of the tavern crying and blubbering about his life, it was amazing really to think he was the man in the portrait.
On Mrs. Higurashi's lap was a boy about two years old with bright brown eyes. Standing at her legs was a bright blue eyed-black haired girl of three.
'Was this painted before the accident?' he wondered.
He then snapped out of his reprieve and walked into her room, what in lacked in life and happiness it made up for in depression, and well down right creepiness. The room had no windows; there was a simple futon in the middle of the room. The floor was made of stone as well as the walls. To put it bluntly it gave Inuyasha Goosebumps.
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Naraku sat in the middle of a dark room staring at a spot on the wall. He was slowly growing a headache, he had sat throughout the night running different scenarios, and the arrival of the brothers could either make or break his hold on the Higurashi Manor.
He pondered what he could do, he had to time this just right he blotched up by leaving the manor, however he still had control over Kane but without him in the manor his main pawn had been removed.
'I'll have to move, and fast hopefully the boy will be as easy to manipulate as his father.'
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Shortest chappie ever but I don't care review
You know if Naraku wasn't evil incarnate I soooooooooo marry him!