InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Not the Only One ❯ Disruption ( Chapter 25 )

Gomen for the delay!
I caught a cold, and cancerian that I am, it took about 2 weeks for me to get over it!
Anyone out there ever fell in love with their best friend? I think it's unfair that a romantic writer such as myself should be affected by the most clichéd love life...

Chapter 25
Disruption....


The moment Hiei had peeled his eyes open, he came to two conclusions.
Firstly, he was laying in a large, marble basin- the kind that was known as a ‘bathtub’ in the ningenkai. Swathed in blankets, the hybrid struggled to sit up to assess the situation.
“’Kuso!” A lance of pain brought him to his second conclusion: he had a throbbing headache, and could not remember the events of the night before- especially how he had ended up sleeping in an unknown bath.
It was not the kitsune’s bathroom he was in- that was small and a pebble grey colour. This was spacious, with grand exterior and assembled mainly in white marble. As Hiei fought off the constraining blankets, he unconsciously raised the temperature of the icebox he had created. The walls were slick with melting frost, and Hiei, still wearing his black boots from the night before, had to suddenly grab the rim of the sink prevent losing his footing on the slippery tiles. Something was amiss, and if it wasn’t for the coldness of the brass door handle under his palm, Hiei would have assumed he was dreaming.
He staggered his way into the bedroom, the change in temperature slight but noticeable. There was an acid taste in the little youkai’s mouth, and it was not that of alcohol. Hiei pondered all this as he made his way to the still rumpled bed, his movements jarred, his body racked with pins and needles. As he took in the familiar hotel room, memoires began to flood his inner eye: the glittering precision of ice sculptures, crafted with love and minute detail; a joking kiss from a red headed male to a groom-to-be; couples slow dancing as though entranced.
Hiei remembered too, the many empty glasses that had littered the table where he had sat solitary for most of the night; remembered the warning of a fellow team mate that he shouldn’t drink anymore. The hybrid demon ran a dry tongue around the cavern of his mouth, and tasted something bitter.
Poison...
It made his insides clench, and a spasm act on his cheek. Hiei got up slowly, intending to rinse his mouth. He couldn’t understand why he had been poisoned, and how this had left him in the basin.
Hiei glanced at the opposite bed as he got to his feet. The shock of crimson hair was clearly visible on the pristine pillow. His gaze remained fixated as his body began to recognise certain things; the lingering scent of sweat, the musk of arousal...
Hiei approached slowly, all other thoughts of the night before fleeing in favour of what was developing in front of him. A noise made him freeze- a sigh- a content, small and utterly female sigh.
The small youkai’s headache pulsed dangerously at his temple and he neared the bed with baited breath. Kurama was not, as Hiei had originally assumed, alone. Curled against his chest with contrasting raven curls spilling and mingling with the fox red hair of the avatar was the miko. The hybrid stood stock still, taking in the scene with shock. Then, without another glance or thought, he darted to the window, tugged open the sash, and disappeared into the early light of the morning.


A sharp snap made Kagome start. She opened her eyes slowly, her brain fuzzy as to where she was. Her face was resting in the crook of a neck- skin subtlety scented of roses. The miko smiled secretly and inhaled, before leaning on her side to gaze down on the male still sleeping soundly.
The white sheets cloaked him from the waist down, leaving him bare-chested for Kagome’s eyes alone. These roamed happily, seeing the kitsune unclothed in the bright light of the day- scarlet locks tumbled over his tanned skin and his long, dark lashes brushed his defined cheekbones. He was so peaceful laying there, his chest rising gently with each breath, so open and unprotected. Kagome remembered the noise that had woken her, and her eyes focused on the open window- the latch had caught in the wind, and the window had slammed shut.
But wait...the window was never open! It was too cold last night- we were trying to preserve all the heat we had...
Kagome puzzled over this fact as she tried to untangle herself quietly from the sheets, so she wouldn’t disturb the kitsune. She was so intent on her task that she didn’t notice the opening lids of the avatar, nor the bright green irises that fixed their gaze upon her.
With a swift moment and a squeal, Kagome found herself lying underneath the kitsune, who knelt on all fours above her.
“Good morning, little miko,” he purred, “And where are we creeping off to so early in the morning?”
Kagome blushed, stammering, “The window was banging...I was just going to shut it...”
The kitsune angled his head to the side, frowning at the open glass. “We never opened it...unless...”
Kurama rose off the miko, and swung his feet to the floor. Kagome only watched, her face still heated as the night’s events replayed in her mind.
“Hiei?” The kitsune called, entering the open bathroom. There was a fumbling of material, and Kurama returned with an armful of blankets and a wary expression.
“He’s gone,” the avatar confirmed, “As I suspected...however, this is strange, even for Hiei...”
Not to even say goodbye to his hosts...I despair at his lack of manners sometimes...
I doubt Yusuke will mind...
“I’m guessing he recovered from the poison, then...” Kagome thought aloud, drawing her knees to her chest. She had just realised that she had no extra clothing with her- getting to her room was going to be a problem.
“Hai- though I knew he would...I’m just disappointed he didn’t stay to at least be polite to Keiko...”
Sighing, Kurama checked the clock on the bedside cabinet. The neon red digits read 8:13.
“Breakfast begins at half eight, I believe...” the kitsune stretched, his muscles rippling beautifully for Kagome’s benefit as she tried to keep her eyes distracted, “Would you like to shower here, or...?”
Kagome swallowed. It was true she was sweaty and sticky, but she wanted to get to her own room as soon as possible.
“I think I better go back down,” The miko spoke softly, “All my things are in my room,”
“Of course...” Kurama surveyed the reddened female with a small curl of his lip, “Yusuke left you his jacket, did he not? You can wear that over your...alluring sleepwear as you go down,”
Kagome’s cheeks further deepened, and she slid off the bed, feeling rather dismissed. The kitsune was soon blocking her path, however, with a glint in his emerald orbs.
“Don’t I get a word of farewell at least?” he asked silkily.
“I’ll see you at breakfast in less than an hour,” Kagome mumbled, apparently finding the floor fascinating. Kurama tilted her chin with his finger, and murmured, “Even that is too long...”
The miko faltered under the kitsune’s heated attention and didn’t resist his kiss. A mournful sigh passed her lips as she was enveloped in his arms, her hands resting on his firm shoulders.
Is this what it feels like to be utterly loved?


Showered, refreshed, and dressed comfortably in a pair of dark jeans and a silvery grey cotton blouse, Kagome entered the morning room, which was full of the bustle of breakfast.
“Kagome-chan!” Keiko appeared at the miko’s right, holding a bowl of fruit salad and wearing a pretty pink and white polka dot dress.
“Keiko-chan!” the two girls embraced, careful of the fruit, and the bride-to-be whispered, “Arigato gozimasu for last night. I am forever in your debt!”
As Kagome was released, she realised Keiko was referring to the miko’s discovery of the plot.
“Don’t mention it,” the miko exclaimed, “It was just lucky I happened to be next door!”
“We’re over this way,” Keiko said brightly linking arms with Kagome, before whispering undertone, “We’ve managed to keep it a secret from all the other guests. I was so worried you would be hurt, Kagome-chan!”
“Kurama-kun came just in time,” Kagome beamed, as they made their way through tables of ningen and disguised youkai alike, “Did Yusuke manage to eliminate the other threats?”
Keiko paused, before gazing at the miko and giggling- “You sound just like Kurama!”
Kagome started at this comment, but Keiko had already sat down next to Yusuke, berating him for sugary snacks that made of the majority of his breakfast.
“Aww, come on, Keiko! I never get to eat this Western crap, so give me a break!”
The couple continued to squabble playfully as Kagome found her seat next to Kurama. He had gone for the more traditional option, and he put down his chopsticks and rice bowl as the miko sat down.
“Ohayo gozimasu, mina-san,” Kagome spoke shyly to the table, who replied readily. Yukina smiled sweetly at the miko before chiding Kwubara about talking with food in his mouth; Genkai gave a curt nod; Shizuru gave her first friendly smile and Koenma inclined his head. The only one who seemed to struggle in wishing her a good morning was the blue haired Botan- though she smiled at the miko, it was strained, and she seemed pale and anxious.
Perhaps the attack affected her more than the others...
“What would you like?” Kurama asked, already on his feet.
“Oh, iie...I’ll get it...” Kagome protested, while unaware that the rest of the table watching her keenly. “It’s not a problem, besides; the table needs more coffee,”
“Ano...just some miso soup and rice then, please,”
Kurama nodded. His fingers brushed Kagome’s back as he walked behind her chair, and the miko struggled to keep a calm composure.
“So, Kagome,” Yusuke grinned, his mouth full of doughnut, “Did you get a good sleep?”


It was a very subdued breakfast- everyone was shattered from the party, plus the stress of the uncovered plot. Despite everything that had happened, Kagome was sorry to leave the merry group, with whom she had spent a little time with, but became extremely fond of.
“You'll come to the wedding, won't you?” Keiko asked while giving Kagome another hug.
“Of course- it would be an honour!” the miko beamed, genuinely thrilled at being asked.
“Excellent,” Yusuke grinned from behind them, waiting to embrace Kagome himself. He reminded Kagome of Miroku in a younger, more scruffy way- his cheery demeanour, the way he acted around Keiko, his loyalty to his friends...
“Arigato again for everything...” Yusuke spoke softly for once, interrupting Kagome's inner comparison, “Without you, there might not have been need for a wedding any more...”
“Neh...” Kagome patted his arm with a smile, “It's all over and done with now!”
It was with even greater emotion the kitsune bid his friends goodbye. “Don't be a stranger, Kurama!” Kuwabara reminded him with a playful thump on the arm.
“I don't intend to! You all must come up to Tokyo sometime, and visit me!”
“That would be lovely,” Yukina smiled, giving the avatar a peck on the cheek, “Did you figure out that problem, Kurama-kun? About the alcohol consumption, for you dissertation?”
“Aa,” the kitsune lied embarrassedly, before turning to say farewell to Botan. The blue haired grim reaper was all over the place- at first Kurama had put her pale face down to a hangover, because there was no scent of sickness coming from her. But she avoided his eyes until he tapped her on the shoulder, and he got the feeling something wasn't right.
“Goodbye, Botan,” Kurama opened his arms, and felt the girl cling onto him tightly. “Sayonara, Kurama-kun...” Botan bit her lip, as if preventing herself from saying more. Her pink peony eyes were glistening ever so slightly as she pulled away. “Wait, Bot-”
But the girl was lost in the throng of guests making their way home.


Kagome was a little jittery at the thought of the train journey home. She and Kurama boarded a train within minutes, the kitsune having timed it perfectly so they had little time to wait. They had talked generally- about the party, Keiko and Yusuke's wedding, the many different guests. Kagome wondered if they were going to avoid the topic of the night before completely.
It wasn't that she didn't enjoy her time in Kurama's company- quite the opposite.
We've spent so much time together over the last day...it'll make it harder to go back to the way things were...
They weren't lucky enough to get an empty cabin- the train was packed, so as Kurama stowed their luggage Kagome secured them two seats at a table. There were two middle aged business men opposite them, one typing at a laptop, the other reading a rather erotic manga.
The miko sat at the window, waiting anxiously for Kurama to return. The no smoking sticker was peeling, and the glass was grimy. It was a warm day, but the clouds were broken, and it looked as though it would rain at any given moment.
Kagome's heart gave a little leap as the redhead returned into the compartment, giving her a heart wrenching smile as he caught her eyes. “It's crazy out there- I was lucky to get our bags stored,”
“Un,” Kagome made a non-committing reply, her mind now completely blank that the avatar was sitting beside her. He began to take off his jacket, for it was stifling in the carriage, and Kagome was very concious of his bare arm resting against hers.
The kitsune had picked up a newspaper, and opened it now, giving Kagome the chance to speak if she wanted, or to gaze out the window. She choose the latter, lapsing into thought as the landscape blurred by. She averted her eyes every now and then so she could catch Kurama's reflection- the avatar was browsing the paper with keen interest.
Kagome relaxed in her seat, her eyes feeling heavy. She hadn't had much sleep, and the day before had been so eventful that just thinking about it gave the miko the beginnings of a headache. She covered her mouth to yawn, sliding down further in her chair.
Five minutes later, the miko was dozing, her head lolling against her chest. Kurama was watching her openly, his chin resting on hand as the train moved on. Kagome's eyelashes fluttered, but otherwise she didn't stir, though her head jerked every few seconds.
Unable to watch her any longer, Kurama slipped his left arm around her waist, coaxing her gently to rest her head on his shoulder. She immediately snuggled into his neck, breathing softly and making the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. The man reading the manga glanced up, but Kurama wasn't paying attention- he too, had closed his eyes, as he laid his head upon Kagome's own.


Three hours later, Kagome was hefting her ramen-crammed bag to the well house. Kurama had left half an hour before, unable to stay and chat because he had a gardening job to attend to.
“How long will you be gone for?” the avatar had asked, as they had parted at the top of the shrine steps.
“About two days...” the miko had replied, finding it hurt her eyes to look at Kurama full on, “Maybe three...”
The kitsune had gave a small sigh, taking Kagome's hand in his and holding it to his heart, “Until then, sayonara...”
It was only when the miko was travelling through the blue lightened slip stream, that she realised she hadn't thought of Inuyasha once in about twenty four hours.
That's a first in three years...
Even when I was packing the ramen, it was a sub-concious thing...
Kagome felt almost guilty for not having missed Inuyasha, or even giving him a passing thought. A weight that she had forgotten about reappeared on her shoulders, making them tense and stiff.
The miko landed with a thump in the well, cursing as her bag unbalanced her from standing upright.
“About time!”
Kagome cursed again as her heart hiccuped at that oh so familiar voice, as known to her as her own body. Inuyasha leapt nimbly into the well, his arms folded and his face coloured red.
“What's happened?” Kagome gasped, seeing the anger burning in the hanyou's eyes. Fear slid into her belly, thick and fast like cold porridge, and a thousand possibilities made her head swim.
“It's a long story,” Inuyasha remarked, lowering onto his haunches, “I'll tell you on the way,”


Kagome felt strange as she rode on Inuyasha's back to the village twenty miles east of Endo. She was more concious now of his hands supporting her thighs, the slight prick of his claws through her jeans. She tried not to cling onto him as she usually did when they were going at the hanyou's top speed, so she wouldn't be pressing her chest into his back. Kagome wasn't sure why spending the night with Kurama had influenced this change, and so she tried to not think about it, and focus completely on the matter at hand.
“It was crow youkai,” Inuyasha had explained, as the wind whistled past them, so he raised his voice, “A whole flock of them. Sango managed to get them away from the heart of the village with Hiraikutsu, and Miroku was busy attending the injured,”
“Why were they attacking the village?” Kagome asked, her words buffeted by the wind around them.
“One of the woman had a shard,” Inuyasha replied haughtily, “Fell out of the sky, so she said, so she kept it as a lucky charm. Wasn't very lucky in the end!”
“Inuyasha!” Kagome chided.
“Keh,” the hanyou grunted, “Anyway, we didn't realise she had the shard, it was only when one of the crows swooped on her and Shippo saw it fall out her pocket. That was lucky!”
The miko couldn't help but beam with pride. Inuyasha and Shippo had never seen eye to eye, but recently the kit had matured, and became a more active team member, that even the hanyou couldn't pick as many faults with him.
“Then what happened?” Kagome prompted.
“Well, me and Shippo headed back to Sango, and she had killed the whole flock when another one arrived. More and more kept coming, like they were having a fucking family reunion just to piss us off! But I finally got rid off them...”
“So what's the problem?” Kagome asked, as Inuyasha finally slowed his pace. They were at the outskirts of a forest, and as they cleared it, Kagome winced.
It was total devastation.
The smell of smoke lingered in the air. Carefully constructed huts were no more than rubble piled into heaps. The fences that has previously penned in a coop had been blown to splinters, and chickens clucked uncertainly around the fallen wood. Fields that had once yielded crops were barren as if attacked by winter.
“The crows did all this?” Kagome exclaimed, picking her way through the debris.
“Ehhh....no...”
“No?” the miko repeated, confused. She looked back at the hanyou, whose cheeks had tinted red once again. However, this time it was embarrassment instead of anger.
“Oh, Inuyasha! It was you?” Kagome sighed, taking in the drop of his ears.
“I didn't do it on purpose!” The hanyou retorted quickly, “At least the crows got caught in the blast too, right?”
“Mou...” Kagome folded her arms, regarding the pitiful mess. “Well, let's go meet the angry villagers...”


“I assure you, I am a miko,” Kagome repeated for the third time, her eye twitching slightly as she reassured a crowd of irate farmers, “My clothing isn't important...I'm here to help!”
“If you'd been here in the first place,” a wizened old man with a bald head and shaky frame spat, “We wouldn't be in this mess! This village has survived for generations! Why, my great-great-grandfather...”
“Kagome-chan!” Sango's voice cut through the old man's rant like a joyful ray of sunlight through the clouds.
“Sango-chan!” Kagome embraced the blood covered Taijiya quickly, “How are you?”
“Pissed off,” Sango replied bluntly, drawing daggers at the farmers who hissed when she has arrived, “It'll take us weeks to rebuild this village, and the people aren't letting us leave until it's done,”
“You're kidding...” Kagome glanced at the farmers who glared at her stony eye. “O-okay, you're not...”
“Kagome-chan,” Sango clasped the miko's fingers urgently, “Do you think you could go get us some supplies from your time? I know you're just back, but...”
“Of course!” The miko exclaimed, “Anything I can do to help!”
“Great,” Sango span on her heel, surveying the damage. “Take Inuyasha with you- they're a little scared of him...though apparently not enough to thank us for saving their stupid lives and bidding us farwell...”
“Ano...why can't Inuyasha just scare them into letting us go then?”
Sango sighed, “The tricked that stupid monk- he's sealed to a ward, and they say they won't let him go until the village is repaired,”
“Nani??” the mik cried, “But it could be months! We can't just leave him trapped...”
“Oh, don't worry...” Sango spoke with a dark and bitter tone, her hazel eyes deepening to black, “The village girls are more than happy to look after him,”
“S-souka...” Kagome stuttered, “So what do you want, specifically?”
“Ano...” The Taijya tapped her chin, as if the previous conversation hadn't taken place, “The main problem is the agriculture's been destroyed- and that's what the village depend on to survive, both for food and money. So we need something to pen in the remaining livestock with...and maybe some seeds? You can buy those in your time, right? I think the rakes and hoes are still intact...”
“Okay,” Kagome rooted in her backback's side pocket, “Let me write this down...”


The last thing Kagome had expected when she returned to the past was to be back home within half an hour. She and Inuyasha had raided the local DIY centre, careful not to buy anything that would be completely unexplainable to the villagers of the past.
“They'll be glad of all these seeds, though,” Inuyasha grinned, laden with two shopping bags full of the tiny packets of soon-to-be fruit and vegetables, “Most of these are really hard to find in my time!”
Kagome agreed, hoping that their supplies would overwhelm the villagers in exchange for their freedom.
Not that I think we should dump the stuff and run...but we have shards to collect!
Kagome shook her head. Great, now I sound like Inuyasha...
The miko had rounded up the whole family to help out, and they all hauled their shopping up to the well house, passing it down to Inuyasha, who transferred it quickly to the village.
“Here's the last of it!” Kagome's little brother Souta cried, heaving two roles of chicken wire to the hanyou.
“Oh wait, me and mama have got some too,” Kagome added, and Inuyasha took the silver mesh, grumbling, “What's this stuff for anyways?”
“We can put it up to keep the livestock safe from predators!” the miko explained, happy she had stumbled across such a good idea, “It'll save us re-building all those wooden fences, and it'll be much more effective!”


Luckily, or unluckily as had realistically been the case, the Inu-tachi had rebuilt many villages in their time due to their experience with Naraku. So instead of two months, it took the already tired and worn out group only two days- with the stingy aid of the locals- to rebuild the main structures of the village. There was a total of twenty huts- simple, four walled houses, made from the wood that had survived Inuyasha's Kaze no Kize, and also that which the hanyou had sawed from trees in the forest. There was also a small shrine which Miroku had named after himself.
“It looks even better than before!” Kagome cheered, wiping her dirt smeared forehead. They had toiled long and hard the last forty eight hours, and had slept under the stars, sharing the little food the village had left in their stores. The miko was dying for a long soak in the hot springs, some of Kaede's home cooking, and her comfy sleeping bag.
“Arigatou gozimasu!” A gaggle of giggling girls called as the group left. Miroku waved back fondly, soon thumped by the reddening Sango. The monk had spent the two days bare chested, complaining that building huts was 'gruelling and challenging work'- the village girls didn't complain, but Kagome couldn't kept but notice that Miroku was 'baring all' for Sango alone.
“Don't come back!” shouted some of the farmers, and Kagome had to restrain Inuyasha and Shippo from heading back and destroying the village again.
“Ungrateful humans,” Shippo muttered. The miko blinked a little on hearing that- not because she was offended (although she was a little) but because she'd never heard Shippo say such a thing before.
Inuyasha's a bad influence! I'll need to watch what he says around Shippo more carefully...
Kirara and Inuyasha were clearly worn out, so the group travelled to the next town, hoping for some lodgings. The village leader had been a kind man, had seen the accident and known the group had saved all the lives of his people. He admired their determination to rebuild the village, and had gave them a neat sum of money.
Miroku, perhaps feeling guilty for falling for the trap of the ward, worked extra hard on his 'evil spirits' routine, and secured them rooms in the best Inn in the town. There was a private, enclosed hot spring nearby, which the girls generously offered the first visit to Inuyasha and Miroku. The hanyou had been the one putting in the most work, and Kagome was proud of him, because she knew not so long ago the hanyou would have killed the villagers just to get out of their debt.
“You're free to join us, lovely Sango,” Miroku called, as they left for the spring.
“Just go before I change my mind!” Sango retorted, colouring.
Kagome smiled knowingly as she accepted a tray from the servant girl. They had separate rooms, branching off from this main room, where they would eat. The tatami mats were new, and the smell of fresh straw made the miko hunger even more.
“There's loads!” Shippo said gleefully, bouncing up and down as Kagome set down the third tray on the little low tables.
“Tuck in!” Kagome laughed, “The boys will excuse us for eating without them, I think, seeing how easily we can get more!”
“Here here,” Sango exclaimed, feeding Kirara pieces of chicken from her bowl. Kagome sat cross legged next to her friend, and ate her share, smiling knowingly when Sango began to rant about 'that lecherous monk!'.


The 'hot springs' were actually divided into two huts, so that the steam was contained in one space. Kagome had been surprised, when first entering one of these 'rooms' many years ago that they existed five hundred years in the past. But she was utterly glad, because although she loved the natural hot springs, it was sheer bliss to reveal in a wooden hot tub alone.
Sango had gone back to the room by the time the miko had finished, but she wasn't worried, because Sango didn't have the stamina for hot water like Kagome did. Pulling on a lovely, clean white yukata, Kagome exited the 'steam room', her hair coiled and pinned up, her skin naturally flushed by the heat of the hot water.
That felt so good!
Kagome stretched with a happy smile as she wandered along the raised wooden decking that lay outside the screen doors. There was a square courtyard adorned with beautiful flowers with a karp pond in the centre. Enjoying the tranquil atmosphere, Kagome wandered to the pond, the waning moon reflected in the clear water, rippled by the bobbing fish.
The miko was so tired that she almost lay down in the long grass. She was about to get up and return to the room when a sudden cry interrupted the silence, which before had only been toned by laughter and merriment from the inn.
A sudden chill descended on the miko's skin, and her ears pricked for the noise. It was from an animal, but was such a pained cry that Kagome wanted to help.
Again!
Kagome shivered violently at the re-iterated cry, stumbling to her feet. It was coming from behind the steam huts, and the miko ran back to them, peering around the wooden building to the bushes beyond.
“Hello?” Kagome called quietly, knowing if it were a youkai hiding there it would understand her. The bushes suddenly shook, and Kagome tread forward softly on bare feet, the long grass parting without her notice, a breeze tousling her hair and causing stray strands to fall into her alert chestnut eyes. “Hello?”
There was a yowl, and the glossy green leaves parted. A figure, small as Kirara, stumbled from the undergrowth, and at first Kagome couldn't make out its form from the shadows. Then the moon's light fell upon the creature, and the miko gasped.
A sleek, four tailed fox quivered before her, its silver fur matted with blood. Kagome dropped to her knees at the sight of the poor creature, but there was further shock to come as the kitsune raised its head and blinked at her with amber eyes...


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XiDOREyoux: Arigato!!
Wishfull: Ooh can't say!
Inufangrrl: Arigato! Oh you're lucky, I wanted learn Japanese this month but the class was full, so i'll have to wait! I hope chapter 24 is all there now!
KazunaPikachu: Arigato! Love you for loving it!
Miky: Muchos gracias! Espero tu quiero este capitulo!
S.T.Nickolian: Hehe! I love it!
Yoko Kurama: You seem somewhat familiar...have i threatened you before?
Kouga (takes a swipe!): I'll kill you damn kitsune!
Yoko Kurama: Easy on the goods, darling.
God, he is so like Jack!!!
kandy123654: Freaky lol?
Kaiwren: Glad you enjoyed!
Dark Inu Fan: Ahh, we'll as you saw, it all worked out...
Iris Ninja: Arigato! I have a good imagination i suppose lol!
Du Weldenvarden Farcai: I feel your pain! But I'm glad you don't think mine is one of the bad ones!!
IceDarkness: Well, Kurama is slowly gaining confidence! There's a lot more to come! Arigato!
Cassinesses: Gomen! But at least i update!
Silverfox9992: Arigato! Hope you enjoyed!
Imaginative Love:
Elehanna: Hope your cold is better! I've just got over one myself! I'll check out celtic woman when i can! Arigato!