InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ This Time Imperfect ❯ The Newest Intrigue - Mysterious Faces ( Chapter 2 )

AN: Another chapter. Enjoy my enthusiasm.

Yeah.

 

For Those Who Can Read The Darker Side Of Romance!

 

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This Time Imperfect

By: Concrete (Tesmoname)

 

 

 

 

The New Intrigue

Mysterious Faces

 

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Kurama glared angrily at Hiei for what seemed the millionth time that day, and still it seemed as if the fire and ice apparition didn't give a damn. Which, of course, only served to irritate the avatar kitsune even more. “Excuse me Hiei?” Kurama cleared his throat once, and then twice.

 

`HIEI!' Kurama screamed with what had been so far his loudest mental voice, finally able to attract a reaction out of the youkai, even if it was a wince. Still, Hiei seemed to get the picture and gave Kurama his undivided (if not begrudged) attention.

 

“What is it fox?” Hiei's voice was cold and monotonous, yet his eyes held a very clear threat to his red headed companion who was still trying to reign in his own temper. And the threat was…

 

: Remark upon this and die! :

 

Finally Kurama sighed in defeat before turning back into the living room in order to turn off the television before he went to sleep. Mentally though, he reminded himself to put a lock on the sweats closet, in hopes of preventing any more midnight raids upon his groceries.

 

Not that it would serve any purpose. Hiei was, after all, an accomplished thief.

 

`That still doesn't mean he can steal from me.' He thought with annoyance, tired of having to clean up after the hybrid's nightly raids.

 

With a sigh he walked into his bedroom, fully intent upon taking a nice warm shower and then going to sleep.

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP

 

His left eye twitched and time came to a grinding halt.

 

BEEP BEEP BEEP: “Oi! I know you are there Kurama! Now pick up!”

 

Emerald eyes flashed golden in a rare display of annoyance before he complied with the voice's demands. Warily he reached down, slender fingers wrapping around the circular device before flipping open the cover-like contraption, praying to any gods willing to listen that it wasn't who he knew it was.

 

“Oh! There you are, Botan here!” Blue hair filled the blurry screen, and wide red eyes peered straight into his own. Cheerful tones reverberated through the mini-set of speakers, heralding on what was sure to be a blistering headache.

 

Somehow, though, he managed to keep his voice perfectly neutral-if not pleasant. “How may I help you?”

 

“The usual. You know-Koenma-san has something for you guys to do. If you see any of the other four pass along the message?”

 

Kurama nodded, already moving back towards the kitchen to grab a notepad and pencil. “Of course. I will be there as soon as possible.”

 

She smiled at him then. “Thanks Kurama-I knew I could count on you!”

 

And then the screen went mercifully blank. Though it wasn't as if he didn't exactly like the deity of death-in fact he was at one point, quite taken with her, but after so many years of doing gruesome missions, he had hoped at least some of her excessiveness would have worn out.

 

But he had never, in either of his lives, had such luck.

 

`Hiei? Are you there?' He called out even as he scribbled down a note-just in case the apparition should stop by while he was away.

 

`What is it fox?' The paper was immediately crumpled between his slender fingers.

 

`A mission, from Koenma.'

 

`And?' Was the irritated reply.

 

`Your presence is required.' He offered up in hopes of re-directing Hiei's obvious aggravation. Kurama was about to make more excuses on the demi-god's behalf when the mind-link was harshly severed, along with all hopes that this night would pass hastily, and peacefully.

 

- - -

 

I am sleeping… I am waiting…

 

Wake me up wont you dearest?

Take me to those I know

Bring me close so I am nearest.

 

I am sleeping… I can't be dreaming…

 

“Ugh! Turn it off! Please! No more of this torture.” The loud protests echoed from the backseat of Kuwabara's ever-so-stylish mini-van, directed entirely at the two red-heads who sat in the front.

 

`I agree with the imbecile. Turn off that noise.'

 

But the other members of the team shook their heads. “No way Urameshi, this is the newest single from Utada Hikaru! How could you not like this?” As if to prove his point, he began to sway with the music that was becoming increasingly fast paced.

 

“Indeed, this is the newest rave amongst the teenage population.” Kurama offered, hoping once again to pacify the opposing members of his team. He himself happened to like the lyrics, thinking they had a somber quality that made him infinitely happier.

 

The beat however…

 

“God-fucking-damn it Kuwabara! Knock that shit off!”

 

While the kitsune had been musing to himself, the driver of the two-ton machine had begun to sway the car in tune with the tempo of the music. It was alarming in the way that he would swerve drastically into oncoming traffic, only to swerve back on two-wheels… all the while singing quite off tune.

 

Kurama turned back towards Yusuke and Hiei, about to suggest if they should walk from here when Kuwabara shouted, “Look! Our exit!”

 

Yusuke screamed.

 

Kurama shut his eyes and sunk into his seat.

 

Hiei had left as soon as the tall red-head had begun to sing.

 

 

Take a breath as we turn the bend

this wild ride of ours-

let's hope that it never ends!

 

Because I am sleeping… dead or dre-

 

A loud, blue explosion rocked the high-center-of gravity vehicle, causing the three remaining occupants to swear and grip tightly to whatever offered them the best purchase.

 

“What the fuck was that Urameshi?”

 

Once again Kurama chanced opening his eyes, glancing back at his leader through the safety of the rear-view-mirror. He looked and found the boy squirming slightly in his seat, but a large grin of accomplishment distilled any thoughts that he felt guilty.

 

“Keh. I really didn't like that song.”

 

- - -

 

It took them longer to drive out to the mountain than they had originally thought, and when they did arrive-Hiei was waiting. He didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows in mockery before turning to survey the hillside.

 

The darkness of night had done wonders in increasing the malevolence of the scenery. Now every bush glared at them with open menace, and every shadow crept upon them sensuously.

 

The hybrid felt at home.

 

But to the rest of the Spirit Detectives, everything was daunting and slightly frightening. There was an underlining current of malice that permeated the very air they breathed, sending shivers up their spines.

 

“Where are we?” Yusuke asked, his voice sending the shadows into a frenzy.

 

His words did nothing to unveil the mystery of the isolated mountain, the name of which could only be called Kimishima, the once glorified home of a great demon… Koenma had sent them here to search for some dormant artifact, the details of which were ambiguous at best. But he had said nothing about the nearly over powering aura that lay over the surface.

 

“I believe that this is where we are to begin our search.” Kurama stated, zipping up his jacket a little higher, as if it would add some sort of extra protection against the paranormal effect this place was having on him.

 

Yusuke snorted, but did not reply. Instead, he focused his attention out to the sentient darkness, just knowing that what they were in search of lay out there.

 

“Care to tell me once again, why this couldn't have waited for another time?” Kuwabara began, his teeth chattering with his heightened senses, “like until, I don't know, daylight?”

 

“Whatever spell has hid the artifact is weakened during the new-moon.” Came Hiei's monotonous reply as he began to walk forwards towards the tree-line.

 

- - -

 

The sea was angry.

Waves rose up, cresting high, a boiling abyss of dark rage and turmoil. White foam speckled as the water drifted away from the shores, only to reach higher, and higher with a hunger and a fury that could never be satisfied. It reached into the shadows, searching with a deadly intent.

The darkness of its fathomless waters drowned out even the pitch black of the night, as it spread and turned toward its prey.

It was no use. Not matter how hard she tried or struggled, she could not free herself from the waves.

She gasped in a large amount of salt water, crying, pleading to be released from the darkness. “Help me! Somebody save me!”

 

The current tugged at her relentlessly, pulling her deeper and deeper into the vicious darkness. Despair. Hopelessnes..

 

“MOTHER!” She woke herself with her screams.

 

But other than that one disturbance the night was still and silent. And, dark and suspicious, the moon turned its weary gaze to one of her children.

The moon saw all, and was Mother to all, she took care of the ones who needed her. She protected her innocent ones. But now she lay in slumber, the time where she was deaf and dead to the cries of one little girl.

But the night itself was not deaf, no it was not. The night heard her, and it laughed. It rejoiced. And it wanted. The little girl was now forever in its possession, she was an offering to them sent by the evil man. He had brought the innocent child to them, allowed them to touch her in ways that no being of flesh would ever be able to.

And because of this, they where pleased. The night had decided to share this girl and her tangible fear with the one who had brought her to them, they would let this man do with her what he would… but she would now always be theirs. Forever theirs.

The night had seen things that would make the sun run and hide amongst the clouds.

The night had heard things that were not lullaby's, no, they were the tortured screams of earth's children who where afraid to sleep without a night light. Hoping to keep the darkness at bay.

Still, it was no use. The all encompassing darkness reigned supreme. Shattered only by the few, brave stars that would not abandon the hope, the light.

But where was her light? Shackled to a dark and dank cellar, the darkness was all and nothing, the night was her only hope now. And its shadows where despairing. For they jumped and danced invisibly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, giddy with pleasure when she would elicit a frightened squeal, or groan.

There in the dark, where no human would care, or notice. The shadows caressed her with a frenzy when she sobbed or shed a tear.

It was their comfort.

It was her nightmare.

And it loved her like she would never be loved again. It touched her in a way nothing else ever could.

The night sent shivers along her skin with merely a flick of its malice filled wrist. Scratching against the wall of her prison.

This girl would be theirs. She would belong to the night.

In this place, where only she would hear and understand, the wind whispered reassurances.

A rhapsody that made her despair all the more.

Because she did not think that this gloom would ever release her.

Free her.

She was cold. Alone and utterly, remarkably, undeniably cold.

In fact, she would have been willing to bet that she had acquired frost bite on the bottom of her toes. That is, if she had known what frostbite was.

"Oh man.." She wheezed out as the stars began to brighten. "Where am I?" She asked herself for what seemed the millionth time. "I want to go home," The little girl cried out as the shadows seemed to inch malevolently closer to her. "Please!" She called out into the gathering darkness.

"Please," She sobbed as she pulled against her shackles, creating shallow cuts where the metal touched her.

Shoulders slumped, head bowed in defeat, the girl cried.

"Please let me go.." The little girl's hair was tangled and matted with her own vomit and tears. Blood ran down from above her eyebrow where the evil man had hit her… with the sharp metal…

 

Memories rained down upon her, and suddenely she realized that she didn't want to go back home after all. Just somewhere else-anywhere but here.

"Stop crying child.." A deceptively calm, honey coated voice broke through the night. Creating the illusion of safety.

"Stop crying my innocent one.."

However, the girl did not seem relieved, instead she tensed in fear. "W..Why?" She turned warm brown eyes to her captor, biting back a scream when she realized that this was the evil man who had done this to her.

 

This was the man who had murdered her family right before her eyes: Creeping upon her mother while she was sleeping, cutting off her strangled screams with a ring of metal… dripping a trail of blood into her room to show her, to maker her realize…

She began to sob again, she was alone with this man, this crazy man who had taken her from her home. From her warmth.

She began to shiver in her fright, "W..Why d..did you take me?" She said through her chattering teeth to the man who hid from her sight.

She expected the man to disappear without answering her, expected him to go away again and leave her all alone.

So she was quit startled and frightened when he turned to her and flashed her a pretty, pearly, white smile. The smile of a predator who has found his prey, the smile of a monster.

And though the shadows scratched his face, making it hard for her to make out much of him, she knew that he was ugly. After all, only ugly people could do such horrible things. Only ugly people would break her brother's fingers one, by one as he made her listen. Made her watch.

 

How soon she would realize that the most evil creations came wrapped in the pretties of packages.

"Simple," He said

She was then glancing up at his face, not aware of the fact that his voice had lost all traces of its sugar sweet tones.

She did notice though, the slightly mad look in his cold blue eyes.

"What?" She asked, her voice grating and hoarse.

Again with the toothy smile. Under ordinary circumstances, the eight year old girl might have giggled and complimented him on it.

Instead she was reminded of a shark, with it's rows and rows of sharp, cannibal teeth.

She shivered, much to his pleasure.

"You, my innocent one." He said, "Are bait. And soon, you wont be alone."

And with a whisper of a breeze he fled, back into the arms of the dark.

As soon as she was alone, the night crept back upon her. Lashing out, its mind set upon reclaiming what was theirs.

And she was again alone.

Alone and cold.

 

- - -

 

“Damn, can we just get this over with?” Yusuke asked through clenched teeth, his eyes never stilling in their scan through the thick woods. “This place is giving me the creeps.”

 

Kuwabara nodded his agreement and picked up the pace, making a bee-line through the dark forest towards where he felt the energy.

 

As soon as they had entered the tree-line, all four of them had recognized that this was no ordinary forest. It was old, that much Youko had been able to tell them. But what more, it was full of strange energies, the likes of which hadn't been felt for over half a millennia.

 

It had started with the child-like scream that had erupted chillingly from Kuwabara's throat. His entire face had paled considerably, and he had complained that someone was digging in his grave.

 

Now they were following him straight into god knows what, relying upon his strange `sixth sense' to take them to the end of their mission.

 

“Do you think that Hiei has found it yet?” The tall orange-haired teen asked as he stumbled over a large tree root… one he would have sworn hadn't been there two-seconds ago.

 

Right behind him, Kurama stepped daintily over said root before replying, “I am not sure. If he continued in this direction at his speed, then I can only assume that-

 

“I found it.”

 

Yusuke swore loudly and slammed his fist into the nearest tree, burying the appendage up to his shoulder. “Fuck-it Hiei, make some god-damned noise!”

 

“Hn.”

 

“I'll fucking `hn' you, you little fuc-

 

Kurama sighed before laying a restraining hand upon Yusuke's green bomber jacket. “Let us here about what he has found.” He then directed his gaze towards Hiei, who was smirking ever so slightly.

 

“It is three clicks from here, so you fools will have to pick up the pace if you wish to reach it before day-break.”

 

Kuwabara shuddered at the thought of more forest. “Why didn't you just grab the damned thing when you were there?” He asked.

 

The apparition glared down at him from his position in the trees. “Idiot, if I could have done so-I would have.”

 

“You'll forgive me if I don't fucking believe your sorry ass.” Yusuke growled, having a hard time suppressing the small amount of demon blood that ran through his veins. He wasn't sure what was happening exactly, but he knew that this forest was doing strange things to him… and he didn't exactly like it.

 

The youko inside of Kurama chose that moment to make himself known, pushing forwards, restraining against Kurama's will as much as he could. “If you don't mind me saying so…” he purred, “then may I suggest we make haste? The spirits here are not exactly… happy with our presence.”

 

The gold receded into green, and what was red-shot with silver, once again turned back into it's former crimson glory.

 

The other three blinked down at him in astonishment, though some hid it better than others.

 

`Fox.'

 

Kurama sighed again. Something that he was doing a lot of lately. `I blame it all on their rampant teenage hormones.' He told himself over and over, in hopes that it would shed more light on the situation.

 

But Youko begged to differ. `No, you are just sexually frustrated. I believe nowadays it is called ` horny.'

 

Kurama choked on the air he had been trying to breathe, once again drawing to him the attention of his fellow team-mates. “Ah-yes. Well, let us take his advice and proceed with haste.”

 

Yusuke smirked, “Ever so eloquent Kurama. Let's go.” He took the lead this time since he knew where they were headed and speed off, into the darkness.

 

- - -

 

You know, I don't think that it was such a good idea.”

 

Golden eyes turned towards his own. “Too late to voice your opinion brat. What is done is done.”

 

“Yeah-but, you could have told me!”

 

The molten eyes were now filled with harsh amusement. “Really? Now let me see here…”

 

“Hey! If I could have done it, then I would have!” The third presence spoke up suddenly, earning himself a start from his two companions.

 

“But being dead does limit ones use of normal means to communicate.”

 

He looked down at his hands and cursed. “Don't I know it. But what about Raizen? Was that such a good idea? Putting that particular gene in with that…”

 

“It didn't affect her. It only worked on the boy.”

 

“Again. I don't think that was such a good idea.”

 

The first voice was adamant about that much.

 

Golden Eyes merely bared his fangs in annoyance. “Well it was better than your bright idea! That brat of yours doesn't even realize that he has that gene.”

 

The Third voice spoke up once again, using placating tones. “Now now, you two underestimate the strength of your own bloodlines.”

 

He turned his violet stare on the two before him. “Shippo, InuYasha is right, what is done is done. He did what he thought was best to protect her family.”

 

The tall flame-haired man glared at his long-time friend. “It didn't help in the long run now did it?”

InuYasha snarled at the kitsune. “Shut your mouth! If I had flesh and bones I would nock the living shit out of you!” He threatened, his golden gaze turning sharp and flinty, daring the smart-mouth to continue with his thoughts.

 

“Everything-everything that I have ever done had been for Kagome!”

 

This time Shippo didn't even attempt to hold back the bitter laugh that spewed forth from between his lips. Angrily he shoved his clawed hands inside of the folds of his voluminous sleeves. “Hm. Even when it came to Kik-

 

“I said SHUT YOUR M-

 

Miroku sighed from the grey-scaled corner in which he sat, unable to do more than watch as his two good friends fought… again. `They do this every time Shippo visits.'

 

“YOU TOOK HER FROM ME!”

 

“You LET HER SPEAR HERSELF!”

 

“Oh yeah? Well who let her die first? You fucking-

 

“Language Shippo. What would your mother say?” Miroku chided, his spirit form glowing with his amusement, and annoyance.

 

But the kitsune merely sulked. “Well, why don't we ask her?” He began, a large painful smile upon his face. “Oh, yeah” InuYasha grimaced, his ears folding back on his head. “BECAUSE SHE IS-

 

“Cease your tirade kit.”

 

All three jumped and spun at the sound of Sesshoumaru's cold voice, their eyes wide. “What the fuck are you doing here?” InuYasha asked, his eyes taking in the shimmering form of the once great Taiyoukai of the West.

 

The demon lord grimaced. “Isn't it obvious? That annoying twit who guards the river Styx came for my soul.” He smirked, “it was time for her to collect.”

 

Shippo stared on, his own eyes as big as saucers. His father figure, second father figure, was dead?

 

“How did this happen?” Shippo asked.

 

A clawed hand reached up to run a hand through his hair. “Carelessness on my part.”

 

Miroku clenched his staff and stood abruptly, “You were killed?”

 

The room fell silent.

 

“Father?” Rin entered the room, a large smile on her face as she rushed to embrace the stoic demon lord. She didn't even seemed faze that she could now touch him…

 

She then disengages herself from her father and made her way over to Shippo. She could not touch him.

 

“Hello lovely.” He whispered, his emerald orbs retracing every feature, burning them anew into his heart. “How have you been?”

 

Rin smiled, “just fine considering. It has been awhile since you last visited. How is the family?”

 

InuYasha smirked, “He cant keep track of them anymore, there are so many running around the Makai with your blood. Even,” he sent Shippo a significant glance, “In the Ningenkai.”

 

The fox merely laughed, “Let it not be said that I didn't know how to plea-

 

Sesshoumaru grunted and Rin turned five different shades of red. “Shippo!” She hissed, “Shut up!”

 

“Yes, do that.”

 

Sesshoumaru's voice seemed to startle Rin, for she turned to face him with wide eyes. “How did you manage to land yourself here father?”

 

The elegant youkai seemed to hesitate in his answer, if only for a moment, before he replied. “As I said, it was mostly carelessness on my part.” He paced forwards a couple of steps until he was in the center of the room. He quickly manipulated the floor to create for him a seat. “I was investigating recent activity at the edge of the Graves, reports of spiritual activity.” He glanced at his daughter, almost apologetically before adding, “without the Tensusaiga.”

 

She gasped.

 

“They caught me off guard, using old spells. I almost didn't remember them.” He fell into contemplative silence for what seemed like an eternity before murmuring, “I realized that without the Tensusaiga, I was dead. And so-didn't fight the ferry girl. Though I would have liked to rip out her-

 

“Ahem!”

 

Once again, the occupants in the room jumped towards the newest voice, only to find the girl, Botan, glaring down at Sesshoumaru. “Well!” She hmphed, and then gestured to Shippo. “Time's up Mi'Lord.”

 

Shippo nodded, but stopped when Sesshoumaru glanced at him. “Listen close boy. Speak of this to Enma, or if need be, his son. But tell no one else. Whatever it is that comes will not bode well. Seeing as how the Makai will already be in an uprising over my unfortunate demise, I see no need to make the situation even worse.”

 

Shippo nodded and turned to leave, but threw back over his shoulder. “I won't be long for this world Rin. Wait for me?”

 

And then he was gone.

 

Rin looked to InuYasha and Miroku worriedly, “What? What did he mean? That dumb fool better not do anything rash! Or-or, Rin will just strangle him!”

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head. “He knows that it is almost time for her to awaken. I think he will wait to see her released before he comes here to rest child.”

 

The hanyou growled. “I don't like that we aren't there to help her if what happened to you was more than a fluke.”

 

Sango-who had entered with Kikyo moments before, laughed bitterly. “I think you are right to worry old friend.”

 

Kikyo nodded and then finished. “Yes, if Sesshoumaru is dead, then it must indeed be more than a mere fluke.”

 

Botan coughed again, louder. “I am sorry-but you will all have to go back to your resting places,” her red eyes were sad. She hadn't been able to hear what they had said, but it was very obvious that they were unhappy to be leaving so soon.

 

But Sango merely smiled. “Come along love, you must be tired.” She reached down to help Miroku stand, and he glanced at her appraisingly.

 

“Not too tired…”

 

They all laughed.

 

- - -

 

“It hurts!” Yusuke cried out, cradling his hand to his chest, cringing at the smell of his burnt flesh. “What is this thing?”

 

Kurama tentatively allowed his own had to caress the shimmering blue barrier before he too, jerked his hand away with a hiss.

 

Yusuke rolled his eyes, “When I say, `Holly fuck It hurts', generally that means `learn from me dumb ass and don't touch!”

 

The kitsune avatar turned his flinty gaze towards his leader. “I-

 

“God! That was weird!”

 

Hiei, Yusuke, and Kurama all turned simultaneously to see Kuwabara shivering uncontrollably… on the other side of the barrier.

 

“Hey! How did you do that?” Yusuke asked, angry that his comrade was able to one-up him in front of the entire team.

 

“It must be a barrier preventing demons from entering.” Kurama supplied, shrugging off the majin's glare. “Do you have a better explanation Yusuke?”

 

The boy in question squared his shoulder with a grin. “Nope, but that this is coming down.” He readied himself and positioned his legs shoulder length apart and slowly lifted his hand in front of him.

 

Kuwabara yelped and scrambled for cover, cursing Yusuke to the slowest death possible.

 

But the boy ignored all of this and merely smirked before yelling. “SHOT GUN!”

 

The barrier came crashing down.

 

- - -

 

AN: Okay then. This is a boring chapter. But it is important-I know that it doesn't explain much, (it is a little too ambiguous for even my tastes) but it is the foreshadowing chapter. Hehe. So-I promise to have another chapter out sooner than it took me to post this one. Okay? Sound good? Btw. That wasn't really a Utada Hikaru song. I just felt like making one up too suit the drive. Clever eh? No? Ah well.

 

RESPONSES:

 

Kin-chan Pandun: I always love your reviews. They are always so helpful and motivating! The fic that you referenced, yes I have read it-and LOVED IT! The whole fusion thing? I tend to use that a lot in my fics. A lot of people do-which is sorta making it cliché…. sad eh? So many questions! Okay, lets see. No chapters are to be dedicated between then and now. SImpley because it would ruin pieces of the plot! You will see. Also: Shippo does have descendants, just remember that since Rin was human, all of his children wont have pure youkai blood. And the reason as to why Shippo roared? I know that was rather ambiguous (at best) but remember that he mentioned in the first chapter that Rin might already be pregnant? Well, the barriers are taking away the demons right? And whatever she had in her belly would have demon blood, therefore they were taken away into the Makai-so when Shippo showed up, she was gone. Leaving him pretty pissed. I hope that helps with that. As to the other stuff, just wait and see! I think soon things will get moving and all will become clear. I hope. Thank you for the review! I love it!

 

Tantalizing: Thank you so much! You have no idea how hard I try with my grammar and stuff. I don't have a beta reader so I have to try and look at my work from a thousand different perspectives to see which format would be best. And yes! You got it right. Rin was pregnant and therefore torn from the world.. Yeah, the sword-in-the-miko take I left pretty vague. I want it to be cleared up in the next chapter. Mostly so that it would be as gruesome as possible, raw. Anyways, thank you for your input! Thanks for pointing those out. I do plan on revision later, and those have been noted (to shame! ack)

 

Shabopo: Yeah! You reviewed this! I have always loved your work and your review just made my fricken day. Well, those typos will be changed… sometimes. But I will try hard to do better. I hope you continue reading-I do already have the pairings set, but I don't think that you will be disappointed. Although some characters are definitely going to go through the wringer. Thanks again!

 

Ryukotsusei: No, overall this wouldn't be extreme. But coming from me this is. All of my old stuff was very… fluffy. And I have been wanting to do some different stuff. All of my new work is going to be a bit darker-which I know you like! I love your fanfics and it really made my day to read your review! Thank you for your comments, although I am sure this chapter lacks something called description… I know it was rather vague so bear with me! And tell me what you think.

 

solqua , Fox Vixen , inuyasha92689 , Sesshy81: Thank you all! Your comments are very appreciated, I hope you like this newest addition.