Both Kagome and Selene is this.

Conscious Selene will be like this.

Kagome talking to Selene is like this.

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Split Personality Disaster

Ch. 11 – Information Gathering: Success

KAGOME POV

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Saturday, September 15th 2007

As Selene and I continued our mental bickering, we both failed to notice what was going on in the real world… which is a first for Selene, I MEAN; she ALWAYS has half her mind outside…. That's probably why she seems so dumb…

Hey!

Oh, right, you're still in there. Kinda forgot you there for a moment.

Forgot?

Geez, I said sorry.

Fine. Apology NOT accepted.

Poor sport much?

And I was denied the wonderful status of not listening to her thoughts. Finally.

I don't know if you've noticed yet, but that guy Miroku, is kind of….

Kind of?

Rubbing your backside…If it's possible, she said it so quietly, that even the owner of the conscious couldn't hear it, owner being me…. Wait… BACKSIDE?

*sigh* Told you so.

I snapped back to reality with the flames of hell burning in my eyes, and my cheeks heated up in anger. Basically, my whole expression promised death to the 'monk.'

I can't believe he's supposed to be a monk. Our town is doomed.

I'm with ya there.

Good. Now go back to beating him to a pulp.

Right.

And boy, did I? The guy, though he looked like he was a year or two older than me, got the worst beating of his life. Courtesy of the one and only, me.

I don't know if he woke up or not, but I DO know that if he did wake up, I just sent him back to the unconscious land.

Don't say that! I'm in the unconscious land.

Oh right. Then, I just sent him back to the unconscious land.

You said the same thing.

I know that…

Why, you! She raised a fist at me. I gave a bemused expression, as best as I could mentally.

You're in my mind. You couldn't beat me up, even if you died and came back a thousand times.

Maybe I can't physically hurt you, but I can mentally. Erase your memories, make you a psychopath murderer, make you feel no emotion whatsoever, and -

And she was about to continue, but I cut her off. Well, tuned her out anyways, as the monk in town started to stir into consciousness.

I glared at him with all I had within me to try my best to scare him off. Apparently it didn't work. He just started chuckling. "My, my, you can pack one hell of a punch for a girl so young."

"I'm thirteen, almost thirteen. And you're not that old yourself mister, so shut up."

"You're right. I'm not that old. I'm fourteen."

And he's already such a bad pervert? Selene and I both shivered at the thoughts of imagining him when he was older. Little did I know that he was going to be one of my best friends.

"So, who's Naraku and what is he?" I asked Miroku casually, temporarily forgetting the incident that just recently occurred. As Miroku swayed yet again, I realized my mistake and tried to fill him in as fast as I could, at the same time, threatening him harshly.

"Miroku, don't you dare sway and faint again, otherwise you're in for one of the worst possible beatings of your life! Naraku is some guy I don't know who's bothering my new friend," I paused in thought and added, "more like threatening his life. Anyways, I need information on the stupid guy and so I'm asking you. Don't forget my death promise." I added casually, knowing that he'd wake up as soon as he heard it. At the sound of me repeating my promise, Miroku abruptly woke up, succeeding in waking up soon enough to see me jump. I blushed profusely, seeing him seeing me blush.

Did that even make sense?

Yah, don't worry, it did.

Thanks.

"Naraku," Miroku started, gaining my attention, "is a half spider demon who wishes to possess the Shikon jewel. He is also the one who has placed this unbearable curse on my right hand."

"What? Being lecherous?" I retorted.

He chuckled, clearly amused by my retort. "No, that is one of my hereditary traits." I gasped aloud, wondering of his other traits. He chuckled once more amused by my expressions.

I really need to keep those in check. I told Selene.

That's for sure.

You're not making me feel any better, you know.

I know.

I ignored her as Miroku continued, apparently recovering from his fit of laughter at my expense. "His curse was first placed upon my late grandfather. It is the curse of the wind tunnel." He said so gravely, that I couldn't think up of any retorts to say.

"What's the wind tunnel?"

"It's a curse which allows me to suck in my enemies. It's sort of like a miniature black hole."

"That doesn't sound so bad. It sounds cool." I said, impressed.

"It sounds cool until you hear this." I blanked, waiting for the worst. "After sucking in a certain amount of demons, it'll suck me in as well, flesh and all, and everyone who is in the range of danger. That's probably why I don't have many friends, because they're scared." He murmured the last part so soft, yet I heard, and I immediately felt pity for him.

How can he have no friends? I thought sadly, I can't imagine not having friends.

It shows you how bad humans can be when they want to be.

"I'll be your first friend then." I said without thinking.

He looked up with happiness radiating off him. I thought he was amused before, but now, he looked truly happy. Something I hadn't noticed was missing when I first saw him. He rushed to hug me and I let him, momentarily forgetting his 'hereditary' curse.

*SLAP* *PUNCH* *SLAP*

"HENTAI!" I yelled. I stormed off, letting him follow me home. It was time to introduce him and his retched hand to my parents. I sighed. I think my whole life just took a turn.

I would say that, but I won't.

Why not?

Because your whole life took on a twist when you befriended Hakudoshi.

Oh yah. Crap. Anyways, it's not as much a great start I thought we'd have on Naraku. But it's something, right?

Right.

As I continued on with my inner conversation, I didn't hear Miroku when he said something felt out of his heart.

"Thank you."

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