InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Black as Night, White as Snow ❯ Thoughts ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Fay-of-Faerie 
Everyone thinks over his or her situation, and wonder what to do next.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Adventure / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2004 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 593 | Status: Completed
Everyone thinks over his or her situation, and wonder what to do next.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Classic / Adventure / Comedy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2004 | Pages: 6 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 593 | Status: Completed
5-09-2004: Happy Birthday to me! Not really, I hate my birthday, but whatever. Sorry for the delay, I’ve been distracted.
Remember, there are two days left, and then on the third morning, Kikyou’s poison will be ready. The third day happens to be the day that the wedding is planned and the curse should be lifted.
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--- Last chapter ---
Inuyasha swaggered up and twisted his back and shoulders to pop his back. “Keh, whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Kagome nodded, “Yep. Bye!” she waved and skipped from the area.
Inuyasha shrugged before leaping into a tree. He was unusually tired. Too much, in fact, to feel like going out to hunt for some dinner.
Maybe one of those blood sucking viscous bunnies would just walk into his stew pot?
Hey, a hanyou can dream.
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Chapter Twelve: Thoughts
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‘What makes her so special?’ Inuyasha asked himself as he laid down, waiting for the sun to rise. ‘Well, she’s beautiful. But...er...isn’t that, that word?’
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‘SUPERFICIAL!’ he scowled. Who came off making such big words? He shrugged. ‘Well, she has a temper too.’
Inu thought over all the times that she’d been able to match his mood, to yell right back when he shouted at her. He smirked. Few people could do that.
But at the same time of having such angry mood swings, she was able to be kind and sweet too. He’d heard somewhere that animals had some kind of uncanny way of being able to tell if a person was good. Based on all the wildlife that followed the maiden everywhere she went, she had to have some good qualities.
‘Ah crap,’ he groaned. ‘I’m a love sick puppy,’ and the thought disgusted him.
What did he know about her? Not much as far as he could tell. He didn’t know her name, if she could cook, if she had any siblings. Hell, he didn’t even know where she lived!
All she had to do was walk in front of him once and Inuyasha was enchanted. Love at first sight? Nah, he didn’t believe in it. Maybe he liked her just because she was fun to be around? Because she was able to get him to smile and laugh like he hadn’t done since his mother had died? Maybe it was because she wasn’t royalty.
He was sick of royalty. Especially those like his half-brother.
Speaking of royalty...
He had to marry Queeny soon. The wedding was in three more days and he still hadn’t figured out a way of getting out of it.
“Why me?” Inuyasha pouted, scowling at the air.
Seriously, he’d only met the woman once! And not only did he know the Queen even less than he knew the Maiden. Plus...she gave him this creepy feeling. A cold vibe that made him shiver and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Queen Kikyou’s ashen skin also gave him the feeling of the dead.
It was so void of color it reminded him of one no longer among the living. Of one that had passed on. Was it possible to be only a spirit? Only a shell?
Inu shivered involuntarily. Even thinking about his ‘bride-to-be’ gave him a bad feeling.
“Where is Myouga?” Inuyasha grumbled, his amber orbs narrowing in suspicion. Had that damn flea left him? “That coward...” he hissed. Bastard.
Sighing, the hanyou leaned further back into the tree where he sat.
The girl would be coming in a few hours; maybe he should try and get some sleep?
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Sango sighed as she pulled on her rice sandals and demon-skin gloves.
‘Why did Miroku have go and say those things?’ she asked herself, pondering over the monk’s troubling words.
“Sango?” Kagome whispered as she sat up from her heap of blankets on the floor.
“Kagome? Go back to sleep, the sun isn’t even up yet.” Sango whispered back, pulling her long brown hair back and tightening the ends in a band.
Kagome stretched before throwing her covers back. Running a hand through her hair, she pulled on her own rice sandals. “Nah, I’m awake. Might as well stay awake.”
Sango threw a glance at the rest of her friends, still asleep and curled up in their beds. “Okay, let’s go downstairs so we don’t wake them.”
Kagome nodded and led the way down the stairs. Busying herself with making some tea, Kagome asked Sango over her shoulder without turning around: “You okay Sango-san? You seem really distracted.”
Sango took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No.”
Kagome poured the sweet tea into two wooden mugs and brought them to the table. “Care to talk about it?”
Sango eyed her newest friend. Kagome was a lot different than the others-- besides being a good two feet taller. All she had to do was speak, and her soft voice would calm the most worried heart. A smile could sooth the most desperate and rash person. Could the taijiya trust the ex-princess? The answer was yes-- of course. “Before the curse happened,” the brunette started slowly, blowing on the steaming tea in hopes of cooling it. “Miroku and I used to travel around together. His old master’s temple, where he grew up, was just a short distance from my family’s training ground.”
“Go on.”
“Miroku’s from a long line of monks. His family has always been close, and helpful, towards my people, the demon slayers. I was off training in the wild, as the headman’s daughter, and didn’t meet Houshi-sama until I was twelve.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. I had the pleasure,” Sango scowled, “Of being around when Miroku became the perverted man he is today.”
Kagome covered her laugh with a cough.
“His pick up line was ‘will you bear my child?’”
“Oh, my Gods!” Kagome had to hold her side at the giggles escaping her mouth. “I could seriously see him doing that! Did he go down on his knees!”
Sango let a smile twitch at her lips. “No, but he did clasp their hands. He asked every woman he came across.”
Kagome let her laughs die off as she examined the sullen woman in front of her. Her female intuition was working overtime and Kagome pinpointed the problem after a few minutes of thinking. “He never asked you, did he?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Did you want him to?” Kagome asked tentatively, knowing she was dancing on thin ice.
Sango shifted some. She thought about lying, but knew it wouldn’t work. “Not at first. At first it bugged the hell out of me to the point where I’d pound him into the ground whenever he said that damn line.” Sango scowled. “It was so unmoral and rude. I grew up with him, was his friend, I always had the sense that it was my duty to keep him in line. Hence the beating him into a bloody pulp.”
“And?”
“And,” Sango sighed. “Yeah, I guess I did want him to ask me to bear his child. I would have said no, of course, but still...He didn’t even try! I felt like he didn’t see me as a woman.”
“Did...” Kagome worried her lip, “Did that sense of duty you talked about turn into more?”
Sango spread her hands and looked down at the fingers. “Yeah, I guess it did. I didn’t even know when it happened.”
“But that was years ago, right? What’s bothering you now?” Kagome asked gently.
“The day before the curse was laid, we were camping near a lake. It was nighttime and Miroku asked me to go for a walk with him, to see the stars. I was, of course, pretty wary.” Kagome stayed silent and let her talk on. “While we were out in the forest, he pointed out constellations between the tree branches. He...asked me to...” Sango worried her lip. It was hard to say.
“Yes?” Kag prompted her friend.
“To marry him,” Sango finished lamely.
Kagome smiled. “Oh, that’s good!”
“No, it’s not,” Sango snapped and Kagome sobered. “Sorry, Kagome. I’m angry at myself, not you.”
“I know,” Kag whispered.
“I just...don’t think a man can look at me as a woman. Miroku didn’t mean it; it had to be a joke. And even if he was being truthful, like hell he’d stay faithful.” Sango closed her eyes. “I turned him down.”
“Oh...Sango...Why this? Why now?”
“He reminded me of it yesterday, said the offer still stood,” Sango remarked dryly.
Kagome eyed her friend. Was it possible for Sango to truly think that Miroku didn’t care for her? “You’re blind.”
“What?” Sango snapped her pink eyes up to Kag’s blue ones.
“You’re blind.” Kagome repeated. “Of course Miroku meant what he said.”
Sango glowered. “I doubt it.”
Before the conversation could go further, Naraku and Miroku and Kaede entered the kitchen. “Think about it. Think about what you’ve said, what I’ve said, and what he’s said,” Kagome told the youkai huntress before standing up to make some tea for the others.
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“Hello, Kanna,” Kikyou called as she entered her room, covered in soot and sweat.
As her mistress changed clothes and washed off, Kanna stated coolly, “Hello, My Queen. Shouldn’t you be downstairs finishing the plan?”
Kikyou turned to glare at Kanna with her cold eyes, “That is none of your concern. But if you must know, I need to let the mixture simmer for a few hours. It gave me time to get cleaned up.”
“Oh.”
“Kanna, how far along are my wedding plane?”
“Your dress, the bride maids’ dresses, the flowers, the temple, the priest, and the flying monkey’s tuxes are ready.”
“...Flying...monkeys?” Kikyou asked slowly, her voice void of all emotion.
“Three of them, my queen. They were gifts from the hermit that lives in the mountains.”
“Remind me to send him a house or something as a thank you,” the queen murmured distractedly. “What does that leave to prepare?”
Kanna’s blank eyes stayed constantly blank. “The cooks are working on the food and the peasants are working on the presents. Lord Sesshoumaru is working on finding the groom.”
“Still missing?” Kikyou asked slowly.
“Yes.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Anything else Queen Kikyou?” Kanna questioned.
“No.”
“Than I shall be leaving.” Kanna muttered seconds before descending into her mist.
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“Your mama don’t dance, and your daddy don’t rock and roll,” Inuyasha swung his silver head back and forth rhythmically. His eyes closed and his foot bobbed. “You’re mama don’t dance, and your daddy don’t’ rock and roll.”
“What’s ‘rock and roll’?” A soft voice called up to him and Inu had to wrap his legs around the branch to keep from falling.
“What?”
“What’s rock and roll?” Kagome repeated.
Inuyasha gently fell from the heights. Bending over, he picked something up from the grass and rolled in between his fingers. Squatting down before a stretch of smooth grass, he let the item go.
“That’s a rock,” he pointed a clawed finger at the lump of solid gray. He flicked it, “That’s roll,” he informed as the not-so-round rock moved away from him.
“Oh. So that song you were singing was about a mom who isn’t a rock and a dad that isn’t able to roll?”
“I guess,” he shrugged before flopping down. Reaching up he grabbed her arm and yanked her down, not roughly, beside him.
“Oh...fun...”
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“Looking glass, looking glass, I like pork. Will my master plan, work?” Kikyou asked as soon as Kanna returned, an hour or two later.
Kanna didn’t even flinch at the personal comment Kikyou had slipped in. The mirror youkai had worked for Kikyou since she was born, and her mother before that, the grandmother before that, and so on.
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“---To make this plan work, you’d need a brainstorming fit.
Since you’re the one expected to use your brain, I highly doubt it.---”
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Kikyou frowned dangerously. “What are you implying.”
“That you like pork?” Kanna drawled emotionlessly.
“Oh?” Kikyou quirked a perfect raven eyebrow. “In that case go on.”
Kanna sadly shook her head.
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“A grain of sand has a better chance of winning a match with the Go- shinboku,
Then this plan since you are completely cuckoo...” Kanna rhymed.
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“Hn,” Kikyou growled as she glided off.
As soon as her mistress was gone, Kanna stated aloud, “She’s known me for eighteen years and she still doesn’t realize I can’t tell the future.”
Oh this was going to be a long lifetime for the poor trapped youkai child.
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---THUNK---
“Lady Sango, if I may-,”
---TINK---
“-Speak with you-,”
---WACK---
“-I’d be most happy,” Miroku proposed to Sango while they hacked away at the mine wall.
---CRASH---
“Sorry, Miroku-sama,” said monk winced at her informal tone, “But I’m busy working.”
“Yeah, all right, I understand.”
“Good,” Sango scowled as she slammed her pick into the solid rock again.
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“How was your day with that mystery man of yours, Kagome?” Kagura inquired while polishing off her rice.
“It was okay,” Kagome starred off into space. “We didn’t really talk, just sat and enjoyed each other’s company.” ‘It feels like I should remember something, something important. Is something else coming up that I need to know?’ she asked herself. ‘No, it’s probably just the dwarves turning back to normal.’
“Well...at least he didn’t eat you,” Naraku commented, grinning wickedly.
“Would he really do that?” Shippou squeaked.
Naraku turned to the small fox, “Of course. I told you he was evil, didn’t I?”
Shippou shuddered, “You know what he told me? That he’s killed before with his sword!”
Kaede plowed through her food steadily, “Of course he has. I’ve seen him do it. But that hanyou is far from evil...unlike certain other ones...”
“I resent that you old hag,” Naraku sneered.
“Thy truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Kaede chuckled before going back to her meal, a steaming ‘evil’ hanyou glowering beside her.
“Anyone up for a game after dinner?” Kagura drawled.
“What kind?” Kagome wondered aloud.
“Poker,” Kagura replied.
“Strip poker?” Miroku wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the girls...except Kaede.
“No,” Kagura growled.
“Aw! Please!” Miroku begged.
“No.” the wind sorceress bit out more firmly.
“Puh-lease?”
WACK THUNK BING CASH BANG
Miroku, sporting several new bruises, narrowed his violet eyes at the normal sized human. Kagome sat calmly eating her food, a solid iron frying pan fisted in one hand.
“Was that truly necessary?”
“Yes,” Kagome answered without looking up.
“Truly?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“How sure?”
“Damn sure, and shut the hell up and eat your food!” Kagome snapped. Damn that monk could be annoying. And it was pretty hard to break Kagome’s patience.
“Yes ma’am,” Houshi-sama squeaked before enthusiastically shoveling food into his mouth. He pointedly ignored the sniggering Kagura and the giggling Sango.
Like they’d want to face a pissed off Kagome...
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- Knock - - Knock - -Knock -
“I got it!” Miroku bolted from the living room scared by the death glares Sango was sending his way. ‘Damn she’s hot when she’s scary...’
“Hello, can I help you?” Miroku grinned happily as he pulled open the front door. What was with all the visitors lately? They were in a magically secluded part of an abandoned forest...weird...
“Delivery,” a burly man shoved the dwarf aside, dragging in a huge package behind him.
“But we didn’t order anything!” Sango and the others entered the room to watch three men drop of a six by two-foot package, which was also a good three feet high.
“What is that?” Kagome asked, examining the edges of the package.
The burly man looked darkly at the only normal sized person in the cottage. “Already paid for by...” he checked the kanji on his papers, “The Big Bad Wolf. It’s a giant glass case that can be used to keep something fresh in.”
One of the other two men added, “Mr. Wolf wanted it for meat packing...he said something about saving some newly acquired pork...”
“But we’re not this ‘Mr. Wolf’!” Kagura snarled, preparing to lift her fan. She really needed to slice someone’s head off. She hadn’t for so long...
“Not our problem,” the three interjected before leaving the cottage without another word.
Kagome glared at the door. “Well that was rude!” she huffed before walking back to the living room.
Miroku sliced off the wrapping and dragged it away to find a glass chest. It had a rectangular bottom, a thick violet velvet clad cushion, then a rounded off top. All perfectly clear.
“Weird,” Miroku declared.
Hojo nodded energetically.
“Beyond strange,” Kagura murmured, slightly disappointed that the deliverymen had made it out with their heads still firmly attached.
“I hate pork,” Naraku growled.
“Yeah,” Shippou agreed.
“Who’s Mr. Big Bad Wolf?” Miroku asked.
“I have no idea.” Kagura sighed.
While all the others were exchanging this, Sango looked more carefully at the chest.
Something squeezed her heart and tugged at her tummy when she got near it and thought about it. It gave off a cold and dark feeling, no matter how beautiful it was.
A solid golden band ran the length of where the lid connected with the bottom.
And the velvet looked so smooth...why put velvet in a case that would hold slaughtered meat? She wondered...
On one side of the thickly padded velvet was a higher corner. It had ivory lace sewn around it to make it into a square. It looked like a pillow where a head would rest.
Her intuition and sense where going nuts! Her gut was telling her that something important was coming. The glass gave off a dark ominous feeling as though a bad accident would happen soon.
Sango always listened to her gut instincts.
“I think it’s a sign,” she whispered, “A bad sign.”
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A/N: Okay, yes it was short. But I was having trouble finding more to put in this one. The rest of the ‘chapter’ will be longer since I have more things planned for them.
Only four more chapters left to go before this is over. It was way longer than I thought it would be. Twice as long in fact.
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Ja ne!
Remember, there are two days left, and then on the third morning, Kikyou’s poison will be ready. The third day happens to be the day that the wedding is planned and the curse should be lifted.
Thanks for the reviews!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Snow White.
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Black as Night, White as Snow
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--- Last chapter ---
Inuyasha swaggered up and twisted his back and shoulders to pop his back. “Keh, whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Kagome nodded, “Yep. Bye!” she waved and skipped from the area.
Inuyasha shrugged before leaping into a tree. He was unusually tired. Too much, in fact, to feel like going out to hunt for some dinner.
Maybe one of those blood sucking viscous bunnies would just walk into his stew pot?
Hey, a hanyou can dream.
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Chapter Twelve: Thoughts
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‘What makes her so special?’ Inuyasha asked himself as he laid down, waiting for the sun to rise. ‘Well, she’s beautiful. But...er...isn’t that, that word?’
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‘SUPERFICIAL!’ he scowled. Who came off making such big words? He shrugged. ‘Well, she has a temper too.’
Inu thought over all the times that she’d been able to match his mood, to yell right back when he shouted at her. He smirked. Few people could do that.
But at the same time of having such angry mood swings, she was able to be kind and sweet too. He’d heard somewhere that animals had some kind of uncanny way of being able to tell if a person was good. Based on all the wildlife that followed the maiden everywhere she went, she had to have some good qualities.
‘Ah crap,’ he groaned. ‘I’m a love sick puppy,’ and the thought disgusted him.
What did he know about her? Not much as far as he could tell. He didn’t know her name, if she could cook, if she had any siblings. Hell, he didn’t even know where she lived!
All she had to do was walk in front of him once and Inuyasha was enchanted. Love at first sight? Nah, he didn’t believe in it. Maybe he liked her just because she was fun to be around? Because she was able to get him to smile and laugh like he hadn’t done since his mother had died? Maybe it was because she wasn’t royalty.
He was sick of royalty. Especially those like his half-brother.
Speaking of royalty...
He had to marry Queeny soon. The wedding was in three more days and he still hadn’t figured out a way of getting out of it.
“Why me?” Inuyasha pouted, scowling at the air.
Seriously, he’d only met the woman once! And not only did he know the Queen even less than he knew the Maiden. Plus...she gave him this creepy feeling. A cold vibe that made him shiver and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Queen Kikyou’s ashen skin also gave him the feeling of the dead.
It was so void of color it reminded him of one no longer among the living. Of one that had passed on. Was it possible to be only a spirit? Only a shell?
Inu shivered involuntarily. Even thinking about his ‘bride-to-be’ gave him a bad feeling.
“Where is Myouga?” Inuyasha grumbled, his amber orbs narrowing in suspicion. Had that damn flea left him? “That coward...” he hissed. Bastard.
Sighing, the hanyou leaned further back into the tree where he sat.
The girl would be coming in a few hours; maybe he should try and get some sleep?
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Sango sighed as she pulled on her rice sandals and demon-skin gloves.
‘Why did Miroku have go and say those things?’ she asked herself, pondering over the monk’s troubling words.
“Sango?” Kagome whispered as she sat up from her heap of blankets on the floor.
“Kagome? Go back to sleep, the sun isn’t even up yet.” Sango whispered back, pulling her long brown hair back and tightening the ends in a band.
Kagome stretched before throwing her covers back. Running a hand through her hair, she pulled on her own rice sandals. “Nah, I’m awake. Might as well stay awake.”
Sango threw a glance at the rest of her friends, still asleep and curled up in their beds. “Okay, let’s go downstairs so we don’t wake them.”
Kagome nodded and led the way down the stairs. Busying herself with making some tea, Kagome asked Sango over her shoulder without turning around: “You okay Sango-san? You seem really distracted.”
Sango took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No.”
Kagome poured the sweet tea into two wooden mugs and brought them to the table. “Care to talk about it?”
Sango eyed her newest friend. Kagome was a lot different than the others-- besides being a good two feet taller. All she had to do was speak, and her soft voice would calm the most worried heart. A smile could sooth the most desperate and rash person. Could the taijiya trust the ex-princess? The answer was yes-- of course. “Before the curse happened,” the brunette started slowly, blowing on the steaming tea in hopes of cooling it. “Miroku and I used to travel around together. His old master’s temple, where he grew up, was just a short distance from my family’s training ground.”
“Go on.”
“Miroku’s from a long line of monks. His family has always been close, and helpful, towards my people, the demon slayers. I was off training in the wild, as the headman’s daughter, and didn’t meet Houshi-sama until I was twelve.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh. I had the pleasure,” Sango scowled, “Of being around when Miroku became the perverted man he is today.”
Kagome covered her laugh with a cough.
“His pick up line was ‘will you bear my child?’”
“Oh, my Gods!” Kagome had to hold her side at the giggles escaping her mouth. “I could seriously see him doing that! Did he go down on his knees!”
Sango let a smile twitch at her lips. “No, but he did clasp their hands. He asked every woman he came across.”
Kagome let her laughs die off as she examined the sullen woman in front of her. Her female intuition was working overtime and Kagome pinpointed the problem after a few minutes of thinking. “He never asked you, did he?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Did you want him to?” Kagome asked tentatively, knowing she was dancing on thin ice.
Sango shifted some. She thought about lying, but knew it wouldn’t work. “Not at first. At first it bugged the hell out of me to the point where I’d pound him into the ground whenever he said that damn line.” Sango scowled. “It was so unmoral and rude. I grew up with him, was his friend, I always had the sense that it was my duty to keep him in line. Hence the beating him into a bloody pulp.”
“And?”
“And,” Sango sighed. “Yeah, I guess I did want him to ask me to bear his child. I would have said no, of course, but still...He didn’t even try! I felt like he didn’t see me as a woman.”
“Did...” Kagome worried her lip, “Did that sense of duty you talked about turn into more?”
Sango spread her hands and looked down at the fingers. “Yeah, I guess it did. I didn’t even know when it happened.”
“But that was years ago, right? What’s bothering you now?” Kagome asked gently.
“The day before the curse was laid, we were camping near a lake. It was nighttime and Miroku asked me to go for a walk with him, to see the stars. I was, of course, pretty wary.” Kagome stayed silent and let her talk on. “While we were out in the forest, he pointed out constellations between the tree branches. He...asked me to...” Sango worried her lip. It was hard to say.
“Yes?” Kag prompted her friend.
“To marry him,” Sango finished lamely.
Kagome smiled. “Oh, that’s good!”
“No, it’s not,” Sango snapped and Kagome sobered. “Sorry, Kagome. I’m angry at myself, not you.”
“I know,” Kag whispered.
“I just...don’t think a man can look at me as a woman. Miroku didn’t mean it; it had to be a joke. And even if he was being truthful, like hell he’d stay faithful.” Sango closed her eyes. “I turned him down.”
“Oh...Sango...Why this? Why now?”
“He reminded me of it yesterday, said the offer still stood,” Sango remarked dryly.
Kagome eyed her friend. Was it possible for Sango to truly think that Miroku didn’t care for her? “You’re blind.”
“What?” Sango snapped her pink eyes up to Kag’s blue ones.
“You’re blind.” Kagome repeated. “Of course Miroku meant what he said.”
Sango glowered. “I doubt it.”
Before the conversation could go further, Naraku and Miroku and Kaede entered the kitchen. “Think about it. Think about what you’ve said, what I’ve said, and what he’s said,” Kagome told the youkai huntress before standing up to make some tea for the others.
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“Hello, Kanna,” Kikyou called as she entered her room, covered in soot and sweat.
As her mistress changed clothes and washed off, Kanna stated coolly, “Hello, My Queen. Shouldn’t you be downstairs finishing the plan?”
Kikyou turned to glare at Kanna with her cold eyes, “That is none of your concern. But if you must know, I need to let the mixture simmer for a few hours. It gave me time to get cleaned up.”
“Oh.”
“Kanna, how far along are my wedding plane?”
“Your dress, the bride maids’ dresses, the flowers, the temple, the priest, and the flying monkey’s tuxes are ready.”
“...Flying...monkeys?” Kikyou asked slowly, her voice void of all emotion.
“Three of them, my queen. They were gifts from the hermit that lives in the mountains.”
“Remind me to send him a house or something as a thank you,” the queen murmured distractedly. “What does that leave to prepare?”
Kanna’s blank eyes stayed constantly blank. “The cooks are working on the food and the peasants are working on the presents. Lord Sesshoumaru is working on finding the groom.”
“Still missing?” Kikyou asked slowly.
“Yes.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Anything else Queen Kikyou?” Kanna questioned.
“No.”
“Than I shall be leaving.” Kanna muttered seconds before descending into her mist.
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“Your mama don’t dance, and your daddy don’t rock and roll,” Inuyasha swung his silver head back and forth rhythmically. His eyes closed and his foot bobbed. “You’re mama don’t dance, and your daddy don’t’ rock and roll.”
“What’s ‘rock and roll’?” A soft voice called up to him and Inu had to wrap his legs around the branch to keep from falling.
“What?”
“What’s rock and roll?” Kagome repeated.
Inuyasha gently fell from the heights. Bending over, he picked something up from the grass and rolled in between his fingers. Squatting down before a stretch of smooth grass, he let the item go.
“That’s a rock,” he pointed a clawed finger at the lump of solid gray. He flicked it, “That’s roll,” he informed as the not-so-round rock moved away from him.
“Oh. So that song you were singing was about a mom who isn’t a rock and a dad that isn’t able to roll?”
“I guess,” he shrugged before flopping down. Reaching up he grabbed her arm and yanked her down, not roughly, beside him.
“Oh...fun...”
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“Looking glass, looking glass, I like pork. Will my master plan, work?” Kikyou asked as soon as Kanna returned, an hour or two later.
Kanna didn’t even flinch at the personal comment Kikyou had slipped in. The mirror youkai had worked for Kikyou since she was born, and her mother before that, the grandmother before that, and so on.
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“---To make this plan work, you’d need a brainstorming fit.
Since you’re the one expected to use your brain, I highly doubt it.---”
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Kikyou frowned dangerously. “What are you implying.”
“That you like pork?” Kanna drawled emotionlessly.
“Oh?” Kikyou quirked a perfect raven eyebrow. “In that case go on.”
Kanna sadly shook her head.
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“A grain of sand has a better chance of winning a match with the Go- shinboku,
Then this plan since you are completely cuckoo...” Kanna rhymed.
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“Hn,” Kikyou growled as she glided off.
As soon as her mistress was gone, Kanna stated aloud, “She’s known me for eighteen years and she still doesn’t realize I can’t tell the future.”
Oh this was going to be a long lifetime for the poor trapped youkai child.
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---THUNK---
“Lady Sango, if I may-,”
---TINK---
“-Speak with you-,”
---WACK---
“-I’d be most happy,” Miroku proposed to Sango while they hacked away at the mine wall.
---CRASH---
“Sorry, Miroku-sama,” said monk winced at her informal tone, “But I’m busy working.”
“Yeah, all right, I understand.”
“Good,” Sango scowled as she slammed her pick into the solid rock again.
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“How was your day with that mystery man of yours, Kagome?” Kagura inquired while polishing off her rice.
“It was okay,” Kagome starred off into space. “We didn’t really talk, just sat and enjoyed each other’s company.” ‘It feels like I should remember something, something important. Is something else coming up that I need to know?’ she asked herself. ‘No, it’s probably just the dwarves turning back to normal.’
“Well...at least he didn’t eat you,” Naraku commented, grinning wickedly.
“Would he really do that?” Shippou squeaked.
Naraku turned to the small fox, “Of course. I told you he was evil, didn’t I?”
Shippou shuddered, “You know what he told me? That he’s killed before with his sword!”
Kaede plowed through her food steadily, “Of course he has. I’ve seen him do it. But that hanyou is far from evil...unlike certain other ones...”
“I resent that you old hag,” Naraku sneered.
“Thy truth hurts, doesn’t it?” Kaede chuckled before going back to her meal, a steaming ‘evil’ hanyou glowering beside her.
“Anyone up for a game after dinner?” Kagura drawled.
“What kind?” Kagome wondered aloud.
“Poker,” Kagura replied.
“Strip poker?” Miroku wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the girls...except Kaede.
“No,” Kagura growled.
“Aw! Please!” Miroku begged.
“No.” the wind sorceress bit out more firmly.
“Puh-lease?”
WACK THUNK BING CASH BANG
Miroku, sporting several new bruises, narrowed his violet eyes at the normal sized human. Kagome sat calmly eating her food, a solid iron frying pan fisted in one hand.
“Was that truly necessary?”
“Yes,” Kagome answered without looking up.
“Truly?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“How sure?”
“Damn sure, and shut the hell up and eat your food!” Kagome snapped. Damn that monk could be annoying. And it was pretty hard to break Kagome’s patience.
“Yes ma’am,” Houshi-sama squeaked before enthusiastically shoveling food into his mouth. He pointedly ignored the sniggering Kagura and the giggling Sango.
Like they’d want to face a pissed off Kagome...
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- Knock - - Knock - -Knock -
“I got it!” Miroku bolted from the living room scared by the death glares Sango was sending his way. ‘Damn she’s hot when she’s scary...’
“Hello, can I help you?” Miroku grinned happily as he pulled open the front door. What was with all the visitors lately? They were in a magically secluded part of an abandoned forest...weird...
“Delivery,” a burly man shoved the dwarf aside, dragging in a huge package behind him.
“But we didn’t order anything!” Sango and the others entered the room to watch three men drop of a six by two-foot package, which was also a good three feet high.
“What is that?” Kagome asked, examining the edges of the package.
The burly man looked darkly at the only normal sized person in the cottage. “Already paid for by...” he checked the kanji on his papers, “The Big Bad Wolf. It’s a giant glass case that can be used to keep something fresh in.”
One of the other two men added, “Mr. Wolf wanted it for meat packing...he said something about saving some newly acquired pork...”
“But we’re not this ‘Mr. Wolf’!” Kagura snarled, preparing to lift her fan. She really needed to slice someone’s head off. She hadn’t for so long...
“Not our problem,” the three interjected before leaving the cottage without another word.
Kagome glared at the door. “Well that was rude!” she huffed before walking back to the living room.
Miroku sliced off the wrapping and dragged it away to find a glass chest. It had a rectangular bottom, a thick violet velvet clad cushion, then a rounded off top. All perfectly clear.
“Weird,” Miroku declared.
Hojo nodded energetically.
“Beyond strange,” Kagura murmured, slightly disappointed that the deliverymen had made it out with their heads still firmly attached.
“I hate pork,” Naraku growled.
“Yeah,” Shippou agreed.
“Who’s Mr. Big Bad Wolf?” Miroku asked.
“I have no idea.” Kagura sighed.
While all the others were exchanging this, Sango looked more carefully at the chest.
Something squeezed her heart and tugged at her tummy when she got near it and thought about it. It gave off a cold and dark feeling, no matter how beautiful it was.
A solid golden band ran the length of where the lid connected with the bottom.
And the velvet looked so smooth...why put velvet in a case that would hold slaughtered meat? She wondered...
On one side of the thickly padded velvet was a higher corner. It had ivory lace sewn around it to make it into a square. It looked like a pillow where a head would rest.
Her intuition and sense where going nuts! Her gut was telling her that something important was coming. The glass gave off a dark ominous feeling as though a bad accident would happen soon.
Sango always listened to her gut instincts.
“I think it’s a sign,” she whispered, “A bad sign.”
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A/N: Okay, yes it was short. But I was having trouble finding more to put in this one. The rest of the ‘chapter’ will be longer since I have more things planned for them.
Only four more chapters left to go before this is over. It was way longer than I thought it would be. Twice as long in fact.
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Ja ne!