Disclaimer: Okay, said it once but I'll say it again, I don't own Inuyasha...never will (pouts)
A/N:(Warning! The language in this chapter is up a notch!)Sorry for my absence but this was the week of my b-day (the 18th, Friday) so I was distracted...kay, one thing I forgot to mention here is that "furui" means "ancient." Just so you know of course...I didn't want to lamely call the demons that Garou (he's the hungry "wolf", sorry to those who thought of Kouga, but that does bring up the interesting question of where'd Kouga go that I might have to address, but I suspect that he's happily mated to Ayame...who I very much like with him better than the idea of Kagome...) belongs to "ancients." I watch Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis and so saying "Ancients," just didn't sit well with me...(shrugs) never seen those shows? They're pretty cool (I'm not a rabid fan, but they're interesting enough to keep me entertained) I recommend them...anyway, so I looked up ancient in Japanese and that's what I got. So, if you were confused in an earlier chapter (I used it in chapter 7 I think without defining it sorry!) go back and have a new look at it and it might make more sense...I apologize...I'm very forgetful sometimes...anyway, ENJOY! Don't forget to drop me a line, kay? You guys don't know how much the reivews mean to me, several times now I have stopped writing part of a story becuase a reader made a GREAT point and thus I had to change it...so don't be shy! hehe...read till the end on this one, I have a surprise waiting there...(winks) enjoy!
The Hungry Wolf
The wind whispered of an approaching storm. The brutal, snarling, chilled breath of the coming fury cut through his fur, making him snarl into the breeze, cursing the climate. These northern lands were far from where he'd been born, far from where he'd been meant to dwell…but one must do what one must do…
Nervously he turned against the wind to look behind him and to try and scent any hidden dangers…the fields he was crossing were unlikely places for an ambush—he was too likely to see the movement coming toward him and either run off or charge in head first to meet the attack…but then again, how many would suspect him to be anything but a normal, mortal wolf? Surely he was only a deformed reject of the pack, a loner, a starving wolf. But nothing more than that…they wouldn't wonder at his strangeness, they would merely accept him as an oddity of what was already familiar and well-established in their minds.
…None of them would ever suspect that he was unlike anything they'd ever seen before…he was one of a dying breed of demon.
His body stiffened suddenly and he stopped, mid-stride. His wolf-like ears stood erectly atop his head, sharply pointed. His nose twitched, taking in the sharp new scent on the wind…his deep brown eyes narrowed in concentration. That foolish dog demon pup is back from that pink-eyed bitch…
He turned round, slowly. The wind now drove straight into his face, punishing him, beating him. He let loose with a deep, thundering growl. Any mortal that might have heard it would've shuddered with the sudden realization that the creature didn't sound like a wolf…it was a growl that had once struck fear into the brainless beasts of the past, but now it was merely an oddity, a thing that the earth had not heard in this part of the world for many, many long years…
When the beast opened his mouth white fangs gleamed…but they weren't the fangs a wolf would've sported. His canines glittered like the snow, sharp and bright, but beyond them, toward the back of his mouth, there were jagged, triangular teeth—and just as a wolf's teeth set it apart from a dog, so too did his teeth separate him from the dogs and the wolves around him…but the teeth were only one thing of so many…
His growling intensified at the mere thought. The scent of the dog demon—who might as well have been a pup for all his age and wisdom in spite of his ornate clothing and lavish title and estate—was drawing closer, but he still couldn't see the irritating menace. His nose wasn't as sharp as the Inuyoukai and wolf demon's, but it was certainly sharp enough to recognize that this wasn't any random dog demon approaching. It was that damned Shimofuri again!
And to think that the Inuyoukai, Nekoyoukai, and wolf demons had inherited his world, his lands, his prey, his life…
Enough was enough. He would draw the Inuyoukai out with speech, even if he froze without his true form's protective pelt of fur—even if his fur was inadequate as far as this cursed northern land's temperatures went. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. His fur rippled, his skin itched…there was a moment of intense pain that he gritted his teeth through…his stomach twisted, his spine straightened, his paws turned into fingers, his hind limbs lengthened and straightened, and his snout shortened, the nose traveled to a benign place between the eyes and separated the cheeks. His canine-like ears lowered themselves, lost their fur, and flattened against the sides of his head, right at the end of the jaw, just as in a human. In a second flat he was almost impossible to tell from any normal mortal by sight.
He stood, tall, resolute, and proud. But he was also aggressive, stiff, and arrogant. In his dark brown eyes—eyes the color of the earth after the coming of the rain—there burned a terrible hatred of most living things. So many secrets festered and fermented in the depths of his soul that the demon no longer knew how to truly laugh or smile. If he expressed such a thing on his face it never reached his eyes. In the transformation he chose to wear a cape and hood, which easily hid his body's secret strength, and the hood kept his face in shadow.
"Show yourself you worthless mutt!" he shouted into the howling wind, snarling vehemently.
In the distance, stepping up and revealing himself over a dune of flowing snow and ice, Shimofuri appeared, already in his human form. Even through the bitter breeze the demon could see that the ever miserable and prissy Shimofuri—were all Inuyoukai such prudes?—was wearing a heavy light blue kimono that was completed with a light blue obi about his middle. Kanji spelled out the Inuyoukai prince's name clearly over the obi elegantly, even from a distance.
"Shimofuri," the demon snarled, sarcastically, "How nice of you to drop by…"
"I must speak with you, Garou."
He instinctually cringed at the name he had chosen for himself upon meeting this most annoying Inuyoukai. It meant, "Hungry Wolf," in Japanese. But his real name…it just wasn't right for the Inuyoukais to know it and to speak it—they weren't worthy enough to have such a privilege…
"There is nothing to speak with you about, Shimo-chan." He chuckled cynically, sneering at the young Inuyoukai. He loved the Inuyoukai's language and culture—it was so easy to insult the dog demon and his kin with it. There were so many intricate little things he could do wrong, and little they could do to enforce him to respect their rules. They could smell as well as hear that he was a foreigner. The accent he spoke with was obvious enough.
Shimofuri ignored the demon's mistake and began walking—cautiously—forward. As he moved he began speaking, drawing Garou's attention clearly with his teasing words, hoping that for once he could be like Taikokajin and sweep the demon off his feet with clever, velvety deception.
"Garou, Lady Taikokajin knows of your people in myths and legends."
At those words Garou paused. Under the darkness of his hood his eyes narrowed in suspicious hatred. Damn that pink-eyed bitch! How much can she know?
"You know nothing of my kind—brainless dog." He snarled, daring the Inuyoukai pup to foolishly expose his cards in this game of wits.
The pink-eyed Inuyoukai's pup fell right for the bait: "She knows that your people are called the furuis in legends. They say your race is so old that the animals they once represented have disappeared from the earth…and she also knows that you're cursed to die with them, unless you can find one male inuhanyou of high breeding…" Shimofuri had the stupidity to beam, although he didn't smile, and didn't really lift his nose up into the air to look down on Garou from a distance. Even so, Garou could tell the Inuyoukai thought he was very clever…
Let's not upset him then, let him go on thinking that he is clever…
"That knowledge helps you in no way, foolish pup. Your bitch has been chewing her paws too long again, those fur balls have infected her brain…"
Shimofuri had continued his approach as Garou spoke. Now they were within the natural ten feet distance that negotiating demons preferred to have between one another. Of course, in Garou's time there hadn't been any of this cultural scat. He could remember his father and mother fighting with others of their kind, so long ago departed, so long ago…when a dispute was to happen the individuals barked and screamed and screeched their complaints at their opponents. Strength of voice prevailed. The more passionate beast always walked away more respected and the clear winner. If things needed to go beyond that there would be a fight—not with swords or with spears or any other wimpy, whiny tools. It would be fought with only what nature herself had given the combatants. Claws and teeth, true forms, intelligence, sheer size and passion of spirit, and a little black magic for the truly talented…
But in these days, days of cold climate, carefully suppressed instinct, and human culture, the old ways had vanished. Garou would've liked to tear the Inuyoukai that stood before him apart—limb from bloody limb! He would enjoy it too, love every moment. He would lap up the miserable pup's blood right off the snow and ice. Scent might not have been his kind's personal forte—as it was with the neko, inu and wolf youkais in these modern days—but the more primitive, more delicious, more personal sense of taste was. He would be able to taste the pup's DNA, the very molecules that separated dog kind from his own, the furuis. He would be able to taste the pup's very soul…
Yet that was not what would happen this day. Garou couldn't risk the slightest injury…if he failed, if he died, then all of his kind died with him. Thus, although he broiled and bristled inside, the demon did nothing. He played the Inuyoukai's disgusting game of "culture," and "negotiation."
Shimofuri stared at the other demon with disdain. His face seemed stiff, as if he were fighting some great expression of emotion. As if he wanted to breakdown and scream at Garou, just as the furui's kind had settled "negotiations," in that distant, distant past…but he refrained. Instead he ignored Garou's derogatory comments about his mother's grooming and pressed onward, his words smooth and clearly attempting to be clever…
Just like his mother, the queen bitch of his whole damn family…that had been another thing that separated furuis from inu, neko, and wolf demons. They generally lived alone, hunted alone, and when they took mates it was with violence…there were no clans and no extended families to respect. As far as Garou could tell the furui way was still the best way to live, the smartest way…the bitch never sent her pups out on tasks, she belonged in the den, waiting on her mate as a human slave might serve a king. But here Taikokajin's miserable pup was, obeying his mother's instructions, despite their inherent danger…
"Garou," Shimofuri began as keenly as he could, as amiable as his "cultured," façade would let him, "Have you ever heard the name Inuyasha, before?"
The demon paused, stiff. The pup and his bitch were smarter than he'd thought. He quickly covered his initial surprise with a fast suspicion. His deep brown eyes narrowed at Shimofuri. "I have heard of it in legends from this land…" that was all he'd say—he'd let the pup finish the rest of the thought, if he could.
He could: "Did you happen to hear in those legends about this Inuyasha's heritage?"
Garou sneered lightly, though the expression could've almost been a dry, sardonic smile, except that the muscles in his face had forgotten how to form even that much mirth. "I had heard he was supposed to be a half-demon…"
"A male inuhanyou…" Shimofuri finished, the pup's despicably handsome, young, and bright gray eyes gleamed with this obvious part of the story, "Do you know who his father was?"
"I suppose you and your bitch mother do?" Garou asked sarcastically, snarling.
Shimofuri had indeed mastered the "culture," part of his job very well. He managed to ignore the snipe with surprising ease. "His father's name was Inutaisho…have you heard that name…?"
"Of course, runt."
Shimofuri seemed caught unawares by Garou's silent acceptance of this "news." He blinked once and then asked, "If you knew this before, Garou, were you so stupid as to not seek out Inuyasha to end your curse?" he prompted, challenging Garou's calm exterior.
Truly a stupid excuse for a life form…but at least he's fallen right into my hands. He doesn't know the truth, only thinks that he does…but to keep him from getting suspicious I guess I have to show this ridiculous pup some emotions…He let his anger and disgust show, sneering and growling deep under his breath. His voice rumbled in such a low range that Shimofuri blinked in something close to fear and stepped back several paces before catching himself and stopping swiftly. Garou laughed derisively at the pup's blunder and decided to run him into the earth for it.
"You little sniveling fool! I should tear you apart where you stand! Then I'd chew the marrow from your measly, disgusting doggy bones! And when my guts were full of your blood and filth and stench, I'd wander to where you and that bitch of yours den and I'd vomit all over her gates, paint my name in your stupid little kanji letters all across her lands!" he spat at Shimofuri, making the young Inuyoukai step back, startled. The pup had noticeably blanched at the furui's words, at his clear savagery, but even so he tried to stick up for his honor—even though he had none to defend as far as Garou was concerned.
"I'd like to see you try, maybe there's a reason your kind disappeared…"
Garou ceased laughing immediately. The pup had found his only sore spot, his only weakness when it came to verbal threats…his cheeks flushed with an internal heat, a deep, primitive rage and hatred. He didn't possess the inner strength to suppress it…
The demon leapt at Shimofuri, exposing, for the first time, the traits that his long cape and hood had concealed. The inuyoukai jumped quickly out of reach from the other, noticeably slower demon, but his eyes were glued to the obviously deformed human shape in front of him. Garou's human body was thick and big boned—and his legs were bowed and twisted—they were like the hind legs of a dog or a wolf when the animal is forced to stand on its hind legs. Shimofuri was sure that inside his shoes Garou hid canine-like feet ending in heavy, thick claws. When the hood had fallen back Shimofuri saw, clearly, the sick thickness in the demon's neck. The muscles bulged, making his neck look short, squat, ugly, and fat. Almost as if his body were swelling there—like goiter (A/N: Swelling of the thyroid frequently caused by a lack of iodine, but most people in Japan wouldn't have to worry about it as it's most commonly found in seafood in abundance…(grins) that was my Adv. Biology report topic you know)
Garou ceased his attack abruptly, calming his inner rage again almost as quickly as it'd burst out in the first place. Unashamedly he left the hood down, letting the Inuyoukai see the demon's oddly shaped face—the way it seemed to stick out just a little too far, as if Garou's true form had been unable to completely flatten its snout. He had little hair to speak of, just a few stringy strands here and there. With the hood up the demon's face looked normal, even handsome, but the moment it was lowered it revealed the utterly ugly truth.Shimofuri felt suddenly nauseated seeing such oddities, and smelling them, he'd always assumed that the youkai's scent was so strange simply because of his unique race—but in reality he was starting to believe that Garou simply avoided water…
His wits had left him. He stared, too stunned to do much else, and Garou snarled at him, fed up and disgusted. "I'd rip your throat out if it were worth my time." He sneered, and then started to turn away…
Shimofuri blinked stupidly and roused himself into action. "Garou!" he called.
"We're through here Shimo-chan," the furui snorted, "Thank you for the history lesson on Inuyasha…"
"No—Garou—Lady Taikokajin will make you a bargain…"
"I want nothing to do with your bitch." Garou still wasn't turning back…the distance between the two demons had reached close to fifty feet of crunchy, dry snow…
"Taikokajin will exchange Inuyasha for Tsukiyume."
Garou stopped, pausing. Slowly he turned round, his face a wrinkle of disgust and something like amusement. "You think," he began, his tone dangerously low, "That I'd trade with your bitch for the half-demon when I could just take him myself!" Garou actually began to laugh, full throated, hearty laughter. "You Inuyoukai really are stupid!"
"But you won't be able to get Inuyasha." Shimofuri growled, his own voice sounding irritated now.
"Oh? And why's that, Shimo-chan?" Garou asked through his sarcastic laughter.
Around them the wind picked up, carrying little ice crystals with it. The ice landed on Garou's skin and he tried to ignore the chill that was settling on his bones. He couldn't take much more of the weather in his human form…damn that pup and his bitch! Such persistent, miserable dogs…
"Because my mother has warned the hanyou about you, and she will take him in and protect him until you return Tsukiyume to her…"
"I could just beat you to him, or take him from your bitch, Shimo-chan…"
"But you won't and you know it, so does Lady Taikokajin. You won't risk disfiguring injury…" but then Shimofuri smirked cynically and added, "But it's not as if you don't already look disfigured…maybe someone scraping you up a little more wouldn't do you so much harm…"
Garou growled under his breath, contemplating the situation. Although the pup didn't know it he was trapped, but not in the way that Shimofuri wanted. If he walked away from this proposed "deal," then Shimofuri might just use his brain and realize the full truth…then he'd be in real trouble. That thought frightened him…but at the same time the thought of cooperating even in the slightest, even if it was all the time false, nauseated him. Inu, neko and wolf youkais were nothing in comparison to his people…but it was because they were at stake that he must endure, he must do all that he could and be cautious…
He looked up into Taikokajin's pup's gray eyes, bright, clear, young, and certain that he'd won. Garou forced his face to remain neutral but inside his mind he thought, you stupid mutt, you'll never see it coming, not now, not ever, not you or that bitch you call mother…but aloud he said simply, "I'm listening, Shimo-chan…"
Koinu squealed, squirming, he flung his arms and kicked his little feet. A broad, innocent, and glee-filled smile grew on his chubby baby face. The white dog-ears atop his head bounced and twitched randomly. It looked as if he were practicing with the muscles that controlled the movements of his ears, as if he were working them out, making them stronger. Yes, someday he might be able to lift weights with them…
"He truly is absolutely adorable!" Mrs. Higurashi gushed, and then, unrestrainedly, she reached down and pinched his cheeks, feeling the smooth, un-creased, perfected skin her grandson possessed. Then her fingers flew to his ears and rubbed slowly. Koinu's eyes grew to three times their normal size and the smile on his face seemed to fall open into a wide and astonished, "O". A second later and the pup was squealing all over again, kicking and reaching for his grandmother's hands. The tickling was too much pleasure for him. If he'd had the ability he'd have cried out for Kagome to save him—or better yet Inuyasha! That way, after he'd been saved from Mrs. Higurashi he could play with his father's ears!
But it wasn't to be, and the torture stopped soon enough anyway.
"Mom!" Kagome's voice barked from the sink.
Mrs. Higurashi turned away from Koinu, "Yes?"
"Are you sure we don't have any buckets or baby bathtubs or anything?"
Her mother sighed, wringing her hands slightly with regret. "No, Kagome." She sighed, "It's been a long time since anyone was a baby in this house…"
"But the sink Mom? We wash dishes there, and I love Koinu, but…"
Mrs. Higurashi shook her head, "Kagome, when I was pregnant with you and Sota and I was suffering morning sickness, sometimes when I couldn't reach the bathroom in time—so I just used the sink to throw up in. And all your childhood you and Sota ate off dishes cleaned in that sink and you were fine, right?"
Kagome frowned, "I think I already knew that one Mom…and anyway, we're not talking about morning sickness now, we're talking about full-body bath for Koinu, in the sink, with the dishes…"
Back on the counter Koinu squealed, as if he sensed how much trouble his grooming was causing the women and wanted to rub it in a little.
"It will be fine, Kagome…" Mrs. Higurashi groaned, exasperated, "Ever heard of soap? I'll use soap afterwards and scrub down the sink."
"But Mom, you work so hard already and what if Koinu eats the soap or the sponge or the drain plug or something…and don't you dare say that he wouldn't, you know how babies are, and you know who his father is!"
Kagome's mother had had enough speculation, and the pup's paternal ancestry didn't frighten her, "You worry too much." She pushed Kagome away from the sink and toward the squealing baby, "You get him ready and I'll get the sink ready, kay?"
"Okay…"
Only a few minutes later after the water was warmed, and the drain plugged, the phone rang. Not trusting Gramps to hear it, or Inuyasha not to scream obscenities into the innocent caller's ear, and because Sota was at his classes, Mrs. Higurashi answered it. It was a difficult task—she had to try cradling it with her shoulder to avoid touching it with her hands—which were wet and covered in baby soap from lathering the stuff onto her grandson's scalp. Yet—wonders never cease!—she got it balanced just right in time to speak into the receiver before the caller gave up.
"Hello?"
"Is this the Higurashi residence?" it was a male voice, a young male voice…
"Yes, who is this?" Kagome's mother turned to look back for her daughter, frowning in confusion. She didn't recognize the voice as anyone for her, Gramps or Sota…in fact it reminded her of…
"This is Hojo."
Mrs. Higurashi blanched and tried to get Kagome's attention away from where Koinu was splashing in the kitchen sink but it was futile. The pup had found the sink's plug and was trying to force his little claws underneath it and edge it out while Kagome was trying to keep him from doing it. "Oh, yes, Hojo," she tried to say the name loud and directly at her daughter but Kagome was completely absorbed with her son, "I remember you!"
"I've heard that Kagome has come back—is that true?" the voice was so light and cheerful, but strained at once. He must've been very nervous trying to track down the girl that'd made him dizzy in middle and early high school before she'd disappeared completely…Mrs. Higurashi felt terrible sympathy for the poor young man for a minute, but only a minute before a different thought came to her mind…
Mrs. Higurashi almost swore into the phone. Sota! You know you're not supposed to talk about Kagome around the campus! Why hadn't that been the first thing to hit her? Where else would it come from!
"It's true, but she's a little busy right now I'm afraid." As if to prove her words Koinu squealed enthusiastically right then and a loud splash resounded—water splattered all over the floor. Kagome made a strangled screaming noise and then laughed happily.
"Mom!" Kagome shouted back at her, "He just hit the cup I was using on him to pour water all over the floor!" Mrs. Higurashi could only nod at Kagome silently.
"I think I can hear it…is that a baby?" he sounded almost excited, but she was certain that there was still a tightness to his voice, a forced cheerfulness...
Well, she might as well drop the bomb on him, "Yes, that's my grandson!" she chuckled, "He's having a bath in the kitchen sink."
"Oh…really?" he paused for a moment, and the silence on the line was horribly heavy, Mrs. Higurashi had the urge to simply hang up or claim she couldn't hear him anymore—maybe his cell phone had died? But before she could do anything like that Hojo suddenly laughed and said, "Congratulations Mrs. Higurashi! I didn't know Sota wouldn't tell me something so important as his sister getting married and having a baby! How could I miss something like that?" he sounded genuinely disappointed and Mrs. Higurashi shook her head, he's such a kind young man…I hope he finds someone very nice and just right for him…
"Well…" he sounded tight and nervous again, she heard him swallow uncertainly, "…Do you think I could see Kagome and her baby? And what about…her husband? What is his name? Sota never really told me but I hear from Kagome's friends that he's…" there was a strange pause and then he fairly yelled the next word into the receiver, as if making up for the uncertain pause of before, "Attentive! And isn't he from America? I think Sota's old girlfriend told me that…Shina was her name, you know, the one with the purple hair?"
Oh, yes, she remembered all right. "If Kagome wants to see you then I don't see a problem with it, but she is busy at the moment…" Mrs. Higurashi looked to where Kagome was dousing Koinu with warm water, carefully trying to keep his eyes covered. Mother and son were laughing together; Koinu squirmed and splashed her while Kagome tickled him ruthlessly with one hand while with the other she supported him in the sink.
"Well, how about I call back? Would that be all right, Mrs. Higurashi?"
"Yes," she nodded into the receiver, still watching her daughter and grandson playing together happily, "That would probably be best…"
"Okay, thank you Mrs. Higurashi, nice chatting with you, congratulations again on being a grandmother! What's his name?"
She panicked then, "Oh, what? I'm sorry, you're breaking up…" she blew into the receiver, hard, and hung it up. The motion brought Kagome's attention in a worried glance.
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Who was that?" Koinu splashed again, wetting Kagome's plain white T-shirt. She frowned down at herself…damn! It goes straight down to my bra! Inuyasha would love this…
"That was Hojo."
"WHAT!" Kagome shouted. Koinu, in the sink, squealed and started bouncing in his mother's grasp eagerly; the smile on his face was contagious like the common cold or a yawn in a crowded room. But at the moment no one was looking at him and the cuteness of his little puppy grin was lost to both women.
"Yes, Hojo…he wants to see you and meet Koinu."
"Oh no…" at that moment Koinu giggled innocently and plashed Kagome right in the face, soapy, frothy water soaked her shirt, saturated her hair.
"Uh…would you like me to finish up with him…Kagome?"
Endnote: Hehe...I want to see Kagome's expression too, must be priceless...(winks) Thank you to my reviewers, and here goes a shot at answering the questions: SerenaClearwater (gapes) I actually had no idea that there were SO many mammals left with five digits like that! It's actually a sort of left-over trait, isn't it? There's a better name for it besides "left-over" but the true name escapes me...most mammals nowadays have four on the hind legs and five on the front (with the fifth digit recessed so that it'll leave no mark in a print) but as usual my assumption that none were left with five digits was wrong...wow! Thank you for the biology lesson! We learn something new everyday! Kiante Thank you! I'm glad to hear you're enjoying the story! And as for the fangsI'm scared of the thought of just having a normal baby without fangs! (shudders) And it's no problem mentioning you! Lena17 (shakes her head) I KNOW I couldn't! One day maybe a normal baby but fornow, not a chance! Heather Thank you! Yes, those living Mirokus are interesting to say the least...how did dressing yours up in monk attire go? (snickers) Does he look the part as well as act it? lady kjerston of the western Yes, (sighs) I miss being NOT-single, and that memory is a fond one...you couldn't breathe? Gosh...that must've been some serious action there! I never got to breath-stealing kisses! (is envious) Thank you for commenting on that, I'm glad I'm not the only one that's experienced it... cool-chick-rae LMAO! Yes, the thought of Inuyasha...hmmm...(falls into silence and begins drooling) NefCanuck well, you know with how cute he and Inuyasha are there's gotta be some drawbacks to make it even...(winks) inuyasha'sbabe07 GREAT question! (clears throat) I don't know for sure...the chances are slim for this fic, but I have another companion/sequel in planningto "So much for the..." that's all about THOSE two...so it's good to know that you'll be waiting to read that one... kirarakitty I know it took me two and a half years to start speaking, my Uncle thought I was retarded (funny b/c my dad took SO much offense to that and now won't stop rubbing in to my mom that her brother's children turned out 1: Gay and 2: a drug user, sex fanatic while I'm going to graduate from high school this spring withmore than a 4.1 GPA and clean as far as drugs and sex goes, he says that it's the universe "balancing.") so I think I believe you...(wishes she had brothers to compare to and ask her mother about but she doesn't. Only sisters...) The Moonless Night hehehe...what image? (blinks innocently) and the sleepy Inu scene just made sense to me after seeing the episides where one minute he's brooding over her while she studies and the next he's crashed out and she thinks it's becuase he just about never sleeps in the Feudal era, he's always trying to be ready to protect them...so I figured that then and only then would you ever find a groggy Inu...(sniggles) and I've seen pictures from when I was very young and my dad's holding me in nothing but his underwear or something becuase he was too exhausted to care and I was crying (I cried a lot!) so I wanted to write something like it... mallory which fic do you mean? The one I plan on writing about Rin and Sesshy? Or one I mentioned in my profile? hmm...and the 18th is your birthday too? WOW! it's a VERY small world after all! How old are you now? I'm 19 (18 was a better number by far! Grr!) sprinda THANK YOU! I worry about that sometimes...
Well that's it for now...THANK YOU! To all who reviewed...next chapter is called: To Lie or Not to Lie unless changes are made last minute, which I doubt. That chapter has a lot of Sota in it and I think (although sometimes I'm told I'm just not funny...) it's pretty humorous...here's a snippet:
"Anyway!" Sango interrupted, tired of fighting, "She said her name was…" she paused, chewing on her lips a moment to remember and correctly pronounce the name the demon woman had given, "Taikokajin." She looked quickly to Inuyasha, searching for any obvious sign of recognition, "Mean anything to you?"
"Not a thing." He mulled the name over in his head. Taiko pink. Kajin beauty. Taikokajin, pink-beauty. "I take it she was a good looking bitch?"
Yes, now that there is a female inuyoukai that term shall be used rather often...(if anyone hates that write in and I will lessen the frequency, kay? I know I don't like the word as an insult but as a term it makes fine sense!) Anyway...till next time!