InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Impossible Love ❯ Chapter 8
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By: YuriYaoiHet_ILoveEmAll 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2010 | Updated On: 04.12.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.12.2010 | Updated On: 04.12.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.7K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Impossible Love
Chapter 8
YuriYaoiHet_ILoveEmAll
First of all, YOU GUYS HAVE TO REVIEW!!!! I need to know what you think I'm not even sure how I'm going to finish this story. I lost everything I had on this so your reviews would be very helpful. If you dont review I'm taking this story off this site.
Note: I use the term 'humanoid' to describe a youkai in a form like Sesshomaru's, Kagura's, or Kouga's, mostly human looking with only a tail or something like that. I use the term 'full-youkai' to describe a demon in a form that is mostly animal, depending on whatever species they are. So 'full youkai' forms for the Inu Clan, would, of course, be giant dogs, with varying cases of giantness, lol. I'm using these terms alot in this chapter and the reason for this is because on into later chapters, these terms become kind've essential so I wanted to get you familiar with them early on. Just thought I'd let you know what I meant when I wrote those terms.
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Inuyasha darted through the trees with the Inu Clan's warriors. Almost a hundred youkai, in both humanoid and full youkai forms, raced through the trees towards the Northern Lands, where the wolves den, and Kagome, lay waiting. He was running alongside a small group of ten or so warriors, the tactical warriors, discussing what their best line of atack was against the wolves.
"They'll naturally be expecting us to attack them from the west." Kasumi, an older female, in humanoid form was saying. "So we should circle around and come in from the north-east. It will only take us a day longer and may substantially reduce or losses."
"That's Leopard territory." A grizzled old male in full youkai form growled. "In our present course, we're already risking a battle with the bears and mow you want us to risk one with them as well?"
"The leapords are enemies of the wolves as well Kenta." A younger male named Hiroki said soothingly. "If we told them why they were in their territory, I'm sure they would give us a temporary pass. They might even fight with us."
Kenta snorted. "Your youth counts against you, pup. The 'pards would no sooner fight with us than the wolves. What are they teaching you young ones in your training? Not good insight skills obviously."
Hiroki opened his mouth to retort, but Inuyasha cut him off. "This is no time to fight amongst ourselves, Kenta. Hiroki has just as much right to speak his mind as you do." Inuyasha said firmly. "I say we should go with Kasumi's plan. The wolves won't be on guard for a northern attack and we have no quarrel with the leopards at the moment. And if the rumors are true, the wolves outnumber us three to one. I don't know about you guys, but I'd hate to get my head handed to me by some mangy wolf."
Kasumi nodded. "Exactly my point. We need the element of suprise if we hope to-"
A howl of alarm rang from the front of the pack, cutting her off. Without a word, Inuyasha lengthened hi stride and, a moment later, blew into a clearing. He stopped dead in his tracks. The head of the pack, mostly barely of age warriors, had run head first into a rather large group of kitsune youkai, all in humanoid form. A skirmish had broken out between his wariors and a few of the kitsunes. The rest of them were grouped around other kitsunes lying on the ground. They seemed to be gravely wounded.
"Stop!" Inuyasha barked at his warriors.
They sprang back at once. The kitsune's did as well. Looking at them again, Inuyasha could see they were a miserable looking bunch, filthy and wearing tattered clothing. He was suprised by their number and by the fact that, on closer inspection, there were three different kinds of kitsune in the group, red, black and grey. Kitsune youkai, he'd heard, tended to group via their coat color. It was rare to see a mixed group. There were also more kits in this group than was the norm.
An older male Kitsune stepped forward, glaring and interupting Inuyasha's inspection. "What is the meaning of this, Inu Lord? We kitsune have sought no quarrel with the Inu Clan, yet you attack us?" He snapped stopping a few feet away from Inuyasha. His bushy, black tail was lashing furiously lashing and his ebony ears were flat against his head.
Inuyasha took two steps forward. "Your name, Kitsune?"
"Rokuro."
Inuyasha nodded. "Gomen, Rokuro. You suprised my warriors. We were not expecting to see any kitsune on our journey. Ecspecially such a large grouping. Can I ask what has happened in the East?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" A grey tailed female kistune snapped.
"Am I wrong in presuming you've met some kind of trouble?" He asked gesturing towrds the fallen kitsune's.
"You are not wrong, Young One." A deep voice boomed from the trees.
Rokuro leapt backwards and turned to bow with the rest of the kitsunes as the bushed parted behind them. An enormous kitsune in full youkia form stepped from the trees. Inuyasha froze in shock. The power of this youkia's aura, surpassed even that of his father's. He fought the urge to bow beneath it. The kitsune's coat was snowy white and his three tails stood straight and proud as he approached. Inuyasha felt another shock when he saw this. Three tailed kitsune youkai were all but myths. To see one was rare and to speak to one, was even more so. The kitsune stopped a few paces back from where Gean had stood, his ice blue eyes distant.
Inuyasha bobbed his head respectfully. "And what name do I call you, Elder?"
"My name, in this life at least, is Tonkauro. Your father has done well by you, Prince Inuyasha." Inuyasha's eyes went wide with shock. "Hai, I know who you are. I met your father once, when he was only a pup. It does this old kitsune well to meet one of his sons. But I regress. To where does the Inu Clan travel with so many of it's warriors?"
"We are on our way to the Northern Lands. The wolves have done us a great wrong."
"And you go to right that wrong." Tonkauro finished. "The wolves have done us wrong as well. They have grown bold in their great numbers. They have begun to pillage in the East. Many a youkai and ningen alike have fallen in one of there raids."
Inuyasha was appalled. "Why has no one told us? We have heard nothing of the wolves since they attacked us. He was in the Western Lands only two weeks ago and until his attack on our home, he did nothing to arouse any suspicion."
"Not many to survive to tell the tale. What you see before you is the remainder of the Kitsune race. We journey now to rescue a kit that is the last of a once great bloodline and to do what we can to avenge our race."
"With your young and wounded in tow?" An Inu warrior scoffed. Inyasha whipped his head around to glare at him.
"We have nowhere to leave them, Inu! The wolves have driven us from our dens! From the lands we call our home! What else can we do?" The gray tailed kitsune that had spoken before yelled.
"Calm yourself, Tsukiko!" Rokuro snapped.
"No! The wolves killed my kits! My babies! Do you know what that is like, Inu? To watch your own kits die? To watch your home torn apart? How dare you?" She shreiked. " Kami! Why must you make us suffer?" She called to the sky.
She dropped to her knees sobbing. One of the other kitsune females stepped forward to comfort her. The rest glared at the Inu warrior who had spoken. The warriors around him shifted to the side, leaving him standing ashamed and alone.
Inuyasha glared at him, trying to recall his name.The Inu Clan was too large for him to remember each one. Ecspecially since he spent a majority of his time with Kagome and his family.
He was about to give up, when one of the warriors friends hissed, "Bad move, Daichi."
Inuyasha barely managed to supress his smirk. "Daichi!" He called.
The young warrior's head snapped up. "H-hai, My Lord?" He asked, voice trembling.
"Come." He snapped, pointing to the ground near his feet. Daichi darted to his side and crouched trembling. "You will do something very important for me, Daichi. You will go to my father and tell him what has transpired. You will inform him of what the wolves have one to the Eastern Lands and you will also inform him of the kitsune's needs. Do you understand?" He snapped harshly.
Daichi jumped. "Hai, My Lord." He scrambled to his feet and turned to leave.
"Oh, and by the way." Inuyasha called, stopping him. Daichi turned around. " You will also inform him of the fact that you insulted and accused our possible allies. Not only that, you insulted youkai, who are injured, weak, and homeless. You have shamed your entire race. I will be awaiting news of his response when I return. "
Daichi, who had begun shake more and more violently as he spoke, turned a sickly shade of green at the last two sentences. He glanced at his friends, who all averted their eyes, shifting uncomfortably. Seeing no escape, he took a deep breath and nodded gravely.
"Do this old kitsune a favor and tell Lord Inutashio that his old friend Tonkauro sends word, pup. Maybe if you temper your warning with good news, he may spare your life." Tonkauro called out with a chuckle.
Inuyasha laughed with him. When Daichi was out of sight, he turned to the old kitsune. "Let us journey together, Lord Tonkauro. The Inu Clan's healers can see to your wounded and our combined forces may turn the odds in our favor."
Tonkauro nodded. "Hai, that it might. We must rest for the night, Prince Inuyasha, for our wounded, but if you do not mind the wait, we would be proud to fight alongside the Inu Clan in battle."
Though the thought of even more delay pained him, he nodded. "We will wait with you. We had been planning to circle to the east to attack the wolves, but this new information means we need a new strategy. It will also give my healers time to look after your wounded." At his signal, five of the Inu's healers ran to the wounded kitsunes. He turned to the rest of his clan. "hunt or rest at your leisure. We set out at dawn."
Tonkauro lay down sphinx-like and looked at Inuyasha. "Let us talk, Prince Inuyasha, of the coming battle." Rokuro stepped forward.
Inuyasha motioned for Kenta, Hiroki, and Kasumi forward. "Let us talk."
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Kagome winced slightly as Sango pulled a cloth tightly around her arm. One of the wolves had brought a few dingy cloths when their daily meal had been delivered, and Sango had insisted on helping Kagome to treat her wounds. The young miko had been unable to deter her and had reluctantly agreed.
Night was falling, and the cave was growing darker by the moment. This would be the first night Kagome had been awake and she eyed the now mush larger shadows aprehensivley. She didn't look forward to being blind so deep in enemy territory. From the sounds outside, the wolves were still celebrating Kouga's news. Kagome growled at the thought.
"Gomen! I didn't mean to hurt you." Sango said quickly, jerking back.
Kagome looked confused for a second, before realizing she'd growled at loud. " Oh. No, you didn't. The wolves are still celebrating. Filthy fleabags!" She snapped. She saw Sango looking at her, shocked. "Gomen. Inuyasha has apparently rubbed off on me."
"Oh." Sango went back to treating Kagome's wounds. "So your Inuyasha acts like this?" She asked quietly.
Kagome's eyes narrowed. " Sometimes. When he's around me, alone with ningens or with his family. Or when he's fighting." She added as an afterthought. "But when he's with his clan, I've heard he acts differently. Iyayuma says he behaves almost like a different person. 'Like an Inu Prince should' she says."
"Iyayuma?" Sango asked.
"Inuyasha's half sister."
"Ah yes, I had heard that Lord Inutashio had two wives and that one was ningen." Miriku piped up suddenly.
Both women jumped. Until that moment, they had assumed that he was asleep. He had been sitting beside a sleeping Shippo and Kirara, but had somehow managed to move towards them until he was sitting only a few feet away, without either of them noticing.
Sango grumbled something unintelligable under her breath. Kagome nodded. "Hai. Inuyasha is his only child by his second mate Megumi."
"Megumi is his ningen wife?" He asked. Kagome nodded, tensing for the inevitable hanyou remark, but it never came. "I take it he isn't first in line for the throne."
"No. His half brother Sesshomaru is. I've never met him. He left as soon as he came of age. Iyayuma said he was out travelling the world, gaining the experience he would need to be the best Inu Lord he could be. He used to visit often, but he hasn't been back since his father gave him the so-called weaker of the two swords the swordsmaker Totosai crafted."
"What do you mean?" Sango asked.
Kagome explained to them, how Inutashio had sacrificed two of his fangs, in full youkia form, to the swords maker Totosai. She told them how Inuyasha's sword, the Tetsaiga, could supposedly slay a thousand youkai in a single stroke and how Sesshomaru's sword could reverse death itself. Why Inutashio had ordered the swords crafted was a mystery.
"Why did he not give Sesshomaru the stronger of the two swords if Sesshomaru was meant to lead?" Sango asked.
"No one knows. Lord Inutashio only said that the swords had been made ecspecially for them and that they would understand his choice over time. No one questioned him after that, except for Soisayinu. Even Sesshomaru didn't argue, though Inuyasha wonders from time to time."
"Strange." Sango said quietly.
"Indeed." Miriku nodded.
Looking at the two of them, a question that had been burning in the back of Kagome's mind, suddenly popped up. "Gomen if this seems rude, but why are you here? And Kirrara and Shippo?"
Sango and Miroku stared at her for a moment, shocked. "You're not rude." Miroku informed her, when she looked away. "I'm just suprised that it hasn't already come up. I can't speak for Shippo. He won't talk about the reasons he is here, and Sango and I haven't pressed him to. If you want his story, you will have to get it yourself. I, on the other hand, am here because the wolves raided the village I was staying at. I was the last one standing when Kouga showed up. The wolves were afraid to kill me, so they knocked me out and brought me here."
Kagome held up a hand, signaling for him to stop. "Wait. The wolves were afraid to kill you? Why?"
In answer Miroku held up his right hand. It was covered with a tattered glove, held in place by a string of prayer beads. She couldn't tell in the dim light if the cave, but it looked similar to some that Kaede had shown her that were used to seal cursed wounds. Kagome started to reach out to touch them, but Miroku pulled his hand away.
"That would not be wise, Lady Kagome." He looked at his hand loathingly. "If these prayer beads were to come off, then everything even remotley loose in this cave, and all of you along with it, would be sucked into an abyss from which there is no return." He looked at her and nodded at the shocked look on her face. "Hai, I know it seems hard to believe, but it is true. Long ago, when Jensei, Jensei, was young a youkai whom he had offended in a greivous manner sought revenge. The youkai had been pursuing the maids of a particular village for some time They were rumored to be the prettiest maids in the land. Jensei, not knowing of the youkai, came across the village on a journey. Jensei was . . oh how shall I put this . . "
" A hentai?" Sango interjected.
"A man who sought out the many pleasures in life. "Miroku went on as if Sango hadn't spoken. "Naturally, he lay with many of the village's maidens while he was there. The youkai, who had already made his claim to these women, at least to himself, was incsenced. He attacked the village and caught Jensei by suprise. Before he was able to defend himself, the youkai stabbed Jensei in the palm of his right hand with a cursed blade. Before either of them knew what had happened, the wound in Jensei's hand turned into a gaping spiral and sucked the youkai inside. Jensei, though very unorthodox, was truly a good monk. He had a set of prayer beads on him and managed to restrain the wound, which has since been dubbed
'the Kazaana' before it did any lasting damage to to the village. Unfortunatley, though he managed to restain it, the blade was sucked into the Wind Tunnel with the youkai so there was in way for him to undo the curse himself. At first, it didn't seem like much of a problem to him. Any youkai that dared attack him, met it's death to the Kazaana. It was some time before he realized that it grew slightly bigger with each use and it got harder and harder to restrain. He grew fearful for his own safety annd for the saftey of those around him. For years, he sought the company of preists and miko trying to find some way to undo it. None could help him. He feared that he would never rid himself of it. He swore to never use the Kazaana again, whether for his protection or for anyone else's. Word reached him from the village that it had all started in. One of the maids he had lain with, Aika, was pregnant with his child, my father Masato. He hurried back and managed to reach the village within hours of my father's birth. He stayed with Aika for as long as he was able. Even though he no longer used it, the Kazaana was growing larger every day and he new that soon he would no longer be able to restrain it. Mere days before his death, he noticed a strange mark on Masato's right hand. It was a black spiral, the same mark that had been on the youkai's blade. He realized almost immediatly what it meant. His curse had been passed to his son. He went to Aika and told her what was happening. He told her that she must tell Masoto what had happened and to tell him everything they knew of the Kazaan and, when the time came, she was to let their son journey to try to find what he himself could not. Jensei stayed with her for one more day and then left, to save her from the Kazaana. It overwhelmed him not long after. My father, Masato, grew up with this knowledge. As soon as he came of age, he left the village in search of the cure. He had no more success then Jensei at first. Over time, he gave up, and began searching for a woman who would bear him a son so that the curse, in the hope that he could find a way to lift the curse. He feared that the curse would spread to innocent people after his death otherwise. He met my mother, Yoshiko, and together, they bore me. My father did not stay with my mother. Instead he continued to search. He came across a female crane youkai on his journey that recognized the Kazaana. Though unwilling to trust a youkai, my father was desperate for information. The crane told him of wind youkai to the far south who all possesed a Kazaana. They knew how to harness it's power so it did not consume them over time, the way it would eventually consume him. She looked at Masato's hand and told him he had but a few weeks to live. Masato rushed back to my mother and told her what he had learned. He told her to tell me everything when the time was right. He died a week after his request. My mother, greif-stricken, went to my father's best freind Mushin and told him what had happened and of the curse and his last request. She bade him to look after me. She killed herself later that day. Mushin raised me like his own son and told me about my history. The Kazaana fully manifested itself when I reached puberty. I would have set out then had mushin allowed it, but he made me wait until I came of age. I had barely been on my journey for two weeks before the wolves attacked the village I was at. Kouga, fearing the Kazaana's power knocked me out and brought me here."
"I remember the day they brought you in. I thought you were dead at first."
"I thought I was too. Ecspecially when I awoke to see you kneeling over me." His voice went breathy and he chuckled. "I thought you were an angel." He looked over at her grinning. "Until you hit me."
Sango's blush was barely visible in the now very dimly lit cave. "I should hope you wouldn't do that to an angel, you hentai!" She snapped.
"What did he do?" Kagome asked.
Miroku rubbed the back of his head, abashed. "Well, as I said, I thought I was dead and, well -"
"He groped me!" Sango squeaked, blushing darker.
Kagome looked at him shocked. "But you're a houshi!"
"Well, heaven is supposed to be paradise." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
They all laughed at that, even Sango, breaking the tension from Miroku's story. Kagome looked over at Sango. Her past must be as strange to her as Miroku's.
"So, what's your story Sango?" She asked. "I heard you say before that you were a tajai?" She spoke the last uncertainly, because, from the history she had read before she had come through the Bone-Eaters Well, women could not be tajai.
Sango however nodded. "Hai. My family lived in a tajai village. My father lead the village and, under his rule, our warriors were the finest anyone had ever seen." She said proudly. "My brother, Kohaku, was being groomed as the next head of our village, but he was in need of a lot of training to live up to our father's name. I was almost always with him when he trained. I hated being the girl-child. Everytime I was left behind when the men went to battle it pained me. To didstact myself, I began paying closer attention to the warrior's training. Specifically, Kohaku's. He was not yet old enough to go on missions, so he trained while the men were away. It did not pain him as it did me. He would eventually fight by our father's side. I would not. I wanted so much to be a tajai that, one day while the men were away, I snuck into the storehouse and took some of the older weapons and armor peices that needed repair. All of the women of my village were trained in the repair of weapons and armor, so I knew how to fix them. Kirara, who was barley more then a kitten at the time, helped to keep lookout for me as I repaired them in secret. When I was done, I began training myself. I had seen enough of the men's training sessions to know what to do. I had to modify some of the weapons so that they would be easier for me to weild, but before long I was better than many of the men of my village. I knew my weapons in a way that they did not, for I had modified mine to suit me. I knew all of their strengths and weaknesses and, in my training, I had learn to utilize these to my advantage. I had to keep my knowledge a secret though. If my father were to find out that I had been training, I would have been banished. As days went by, I saw Kohaku struggling with his training. I knew I could help him, by telling him what I knew, so I started dropping little hints in our talks. Soon, he was doiing much better. So much better, in fact, that my father agreed to let him go on the next mission. Oh, how I regretted helping him then!" She shuddered. " I couldn't allow him to go. My new techniques were fine in practice, but what if they failed on the battlefeild? What if, by filling his head by my foolishness, I brought about his untimely death? It wasn't long before a mission came up. A large group of insect youkai had been terrorizing some nearby villages and the tajai of our village were hired to take them out. As soon as the men left, I snuck to my hiding place, gathered my modified weapons, donned my stolen armor and went after them on Kirara. I reached them just as they were attacked by the insect youkai. They were horribly outnumbered. I jumped into the battle without thinking. In my very first battle I saved my father, the strongest tajai in the land. One of the youkai snuck up behind him as he battled another and I killed it. We won the battle with no losses. It was an unprecedented victory. I cheered with the men until I saw my father and brother staring at me. The other men began to look around at me too The realization of what I had done, sent me fleeing into the trees. My father came after me. He did not seem angry when he found me. He simply asked how I had gotten my weapons and how I had learned to use them. I told him everything, hoping that my punishment might be lessened if I told the truth. Afterwards, he bade me to take Kirara and go home. He told me to go straight to our house and to tell my mother what had happened. I did what he asked. My mother was furious, but she did not punish me, only saying that my father would know what to do with me. That evening, when the men returned home, the village was unusually silent. All of them by now knew what I had done and they all knew what my punishment would be. They were suprised when my father told them to prepare the customary victory banquet that night, but did as he comanded without question. When he came to our house, he told me to prepare for the banquet. He told me to wear the armor and to bring the weapons, which confused me. Kohaku, stayed by my side until the banquet, telling me not to worry and assuring me that father would never send me away. I did not have the heart to correct him. That night at the banquet, father told the entire village what I had done. He called me forward and I stood in front of them all, wearing my armor and weapons, ready to face my punishment. That night, my father suprised every single person in the village, exept for Kohaku. He told them that, in light of the fact that I had saved his life, I would not be punished. Then he went on to say that, because even though I was a woman, I had shown great skill in battle. He told us that I would be allowed to train with the men and, if I proved myself, I would be dubbed a tajai. I was shocked. The village went into upraor, but few openly disapproved. Over time, I grew comforatable with my new lifestyle. I trained and battled with them meanand still did my womanly duties. I worked twice as hard as anyone in my village. I taught my new techniques to my father, who, in turn, taught them to the rest of the men. We grew stronger. Too strong. The warlords of the East feared our power. They feared that we would revolt against them, so they set a trap. The wolves had begun raiding villages along the northeastern border. They hired all twenty seven of us and sent us along with fifty of their men to counterattack the wolves. When we came upon the raiding party, it seemed like an easy victory at first, but as more and more of our men fell, I began to sense that something was wrong. I looked around to see that the warlords men had fallen back and were readying their arowmen. I realized what was about to happen a second too late. Before I could shout a warning, they fired. Tajai and youkai alike fell to their arrows. My father and Kohaku went down with the first volley. I tried to reach them, but a stray arrow caught my shoulder, just as one of the wolves attacked me. I managed to kill him, but he had wounded me badly. I couldn't even stand. Suddenly, more wolves appeared, killing the warlords men and the few remaining tagai. I brandished my sword at them as they came near me, planning to take as many of them as I could into the afterlife with me. They parted suddenly and Kouga came out from the trees, though I didn't know who he was then. I readied my sword. I wasn't going down without a fight. He looked down at me, on my knees, surrounded by his fallen brethren and he laughed. I swung at him, but he evaded me and knocked me out. I woke as they brough me into the den. I tried to fight as they took my armor and weapons, but it was no use. They had me. They threw me in here with my clothes. I knew I couldn't escape, there were too many. I've been waiting for an opportunity to escape ever since. I was alone until Kirara found me. Somehow, she travelled all the way from my village, snuck past the wolves and found me in this cave. I don't even think the wolves know she's here." Sango trailed off.
By now the cave was so dark they couldn't see each other. Sango yawned loudly and they all took that as a signal to sleep. Kagome lay down in the darkness, thinking about what she had learned. Sango and Miroku had lead hard lives. Their lives had been full of bloodshed and loss and pain and yet, they seemed at least somewhat happy. She'd had an easy life compared to theirs.
Inuyasha had always called her a whiny brat, and now she realized that she was. So what if she'd been seperated from her family? At least they were alive. The Inu Clan had been very generous to her, conscidering that they had kidnapped her. They could have been treating her like the wolves were treating her now. Looking back, her life with the Inu Clan had been more fufilling and exiting than anything she could have dreamed of back home. She lived in a castle, surrounded by youkai who would no doubt protect her with their very lives if the need arose and all they were asking her was to become their princess. To be with Inuyasha. He wasn't that bad. Or at least she assumed he wouldn't be when she stopped acting like a child.
At that moment, she vowed that if she ever made it back to the Western Lands, she would not try to run again. She would still miss her family, but she was certain that, if she let them go and embraced her new life, she could finally be happy.
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Ok. I know that this chapter seemed a little weird, but let me explain.
I rewrote everyone's past for a reason. There is no Naraku or Shikon no Tama in my story. Their pasts are directly linked with Naraku, so I felt it neccasary to rewrite them.
Also, I'm giving myself more options for sequels later on. ** HINT HINT**
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Chapter 8
YuriYaoiHet_ILoveEmAll
First of all, YOU GUYS HAVE TO REVIEW!!!! I need to know what you think I'm not even sure how I'm going to finish this story. I lost everything I had on this so your reviews would be very helpful. If you dont review I'm taking this story off this site.
Note: I use the term 'humanoid' to describe a youkai in a form like Sesshomaru's, Kagura's, or Kouga's, mostly human looking with only a tail or something like that. I use the term 'full-youkai' to describe a demon in a form that is mostly animal, depending on whatever species they are. So 'full youkai' forms for the Inu Clan, would, of course, be giant dogs, with varying cases of giantness, lol. I'm using these terms alot in this chapter and the reason for this is because on into later chapters, these terms become kind've essential so I wanted to get you familiar with them early on. Just thought I'd let you know what I meant when I wrote those terms.
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Inuyasha darted through the trees with the Inu Clan's warriors. Almost a hundred youkai, in both humanoid and full youkai forms, raced through the trees towards the Northern Lands, where the wolves den, and Kagome, lay waiting. He was running alongside a small group of ten or so warriors, the tactical warriors, discussing what their best line of atack was against the wolves.
"They'll naturally be expecting us to attack them from the west." Kasumi, an older female, in humanoid form was saying. "So we should circle around and come in from the north-east. It will only take us a day longer and may substantially reduce or losses."
"That's Leopard territory." A grizzled old male in full youkai form growled. "In our present course, we're already risking a battle with the bears and mow you want us to risk one with them as well?"
"The leapords are enemies of the wolves as well Kenta." A younger male named Hiroki said soothingly. "If we told them why they were in their territory, I'm sure they would give us a temporary pass. They might even fight with us."
Kenta snorted. "Your youth counts against you, pup. The 'pards would no sooner fight with us than the wolves. What are they teaching you young ones in your training? Not good insight skills obviously."
Hiroki opened his mouth to retort, but Inuyasha cut him off. "This is no time to fight amongst ourselves, Kenta. Hiroki has just as much right to speak his mind as you do." Inuyasha said firmly. "I say we should go with Kasumi's plan. The wolves won't be on guard for a northern attack and we have no quarrel with the leopards at the moment. And if the rumors are true, the wolves outnumber us three to one. I don't know about you guys, but I'd hate to get my head handed to me by some mangy wolf."
Kasumi nodded. "Exactly my point. We need the element of suprise if we hope to-"
A howl of alarm rang from the front of the pack, cutting her off. Without a word, Inuyasha lengthened hi stride and, a moment later, blew into a clearing. He stopped dead in his tracks. The head of the pack, mostly barely of age warriors, had run head first into a rather large group of kitsune youkai, all in humanoid form. A skirmish had broken out between his wariors and a few of the kitsunes. The rest of them were grouped around other kitsunes lying on the ground. They seemed to be gravely wounded.
"Stop!" Inuyasha barked at his warriors.
They sprang back at once. The kitsune's did as well. Looking at them again, Inuyasha could see they were a miserable looking bunch, filthy and wearing tattered clothing. He was suprised by their number and by the fact that, on closer inspection, there were three different kinds of kitsune in the group, red, black and grey. Kitsune youkai, he'd heard, tended to group via their coat color. It was rare to see a mixed group. There were also more kits in this group than was the norm.
An older male Kitsune stepped forward, glaring and interupting Inuyasha's inspection. "What is the meaning of this, Inu Lord? We kitsune have sought no quarrel with the Inu Clan, yet you attack us?" He snapped stopping a few feet away from Inuyasha. His bushy, black tail was lashing furiously lashing and his ebony ears were flat against his head.
Inuyasha took two steps forward. "Your name, Kitsune?"
"Rokuro."
Inuyasha nodded. "Gomen, Rokuro. You suprised my warriors. We were not expecting to see any kitsune on our journey. Ecspecially such a large grouping. Can I ask what has happened in the East?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" A grey tailed female kistune snapped.
"Am I wrong in presuming you've met some kind of trouble?" He asked gesturing towrds the fallen kitsune's.
"You are not wrong, Young One." A deep voice boomed from the trees.
Rokuro leapt backwards and turned to bow with the rest of the kitsunes as the bushed parted behind them. An enormous kitsune in full youkia form stepped from the trees. Inuyasha froze in shock. The power of this youkia's aura, surpassed even that of his father's. He fought the urge to bow beneath it. The kitsune's coat was snowy white and his three tails stood straight and proud as he approached. Inuyasha felt another shock when he saw this. Three tailed kitsune youkai were all but myths. To see one was rare and to speak to one, was even more so. The kitsune stopped a few paces back from where Gean had stood, his ice blue eyes distant.
Inuyasha bobbed his head respectfully. "And what name do I call you, Elder?"
"My name, in this life at least, is Tonkauro. Your father has done well by you, Prince Inuyasha." Inuyasha's eyes went wide with shock. "Hai, I know who you are. I met your father once, when he was only a pup. It does this old kitsune well to meet one of his sons. But I regress. To where does the Inu Clan travel with so many of it's warriors?"
"We are on our way to the Northern Lands. The wolves have done us a great wrong."
"And you go to right that wrong." Tonkauro finished. "The wolves have done us wrong as well. They have grown bold in their great numbers. They have begun to pillage in the East. Many a youkai and ningen alike have fallen in one of there raids."
Inuyasha was appalled. "Why has no one told us? We have heard nothing of the wolves since they attacked us. He was in the Western Lands only two weeks ago and until his attack on our home, he did nothing to arouse any suspicion."
"Not many to survive to tell the tale. What you see before you is the remainder of the Kitsune race. We journey now to rescue a kit that is the last of a once great bloodline and to do what we can to avenge our race."
"With your young and wounded in tow?" An Inu warrior scoffed. Inyasha whipped his head around to glare at him.
"We have nowhere to leave them, Inu! The wolves have driven us from our dens! From the lands we call our home! What else can we do?" The gray tailed kitsune that had spoken before yelled.
"Calm yourself, Tsukiko!" Rokuro snapped.
"No! The wolves killed my kits! My babies! Do you know what that is like, Inu? To watch your own kits die? To watch your home torn apart? How dare you?" She shreiked. " Kami! Why must you make us suffer?" She called to the sky.
She dropped to her knees sobbing. One of the other kitsune females stepped forward to comfort her. The rest glared at the Inu warrior who had spoken. The warriors around him shifted to the side, leaving him standing ashamed and alone.
Inuyasha glared at him, trying to recall his name.The Inu Clan was too large for him to remember each one. Ecspecially since he spent a majority of his time with Kagome and his family.
He was about to give up, when one of the warriors friends hissed, "Bad move, Daichi."
Inuyasha barely managed to supress his smirk. "Daichi!" He called.
The young warrior's head snapped up. "H-hai, My Lord?" He asked, voice trembling.
"Come." He snapped, pointing to the ground near his feet. Daichi darted to his side and crouched trembling. "You will do something very important for me, Daichi. You will go to my father and tell him what has transpired. You will inform him of what the wolves have one to the Eastern Lands and you will also inform him of the kitsune's needs. Do you understand?" He snapped harshly.
Daichi jumped. "Hai, My Lord." He scrambled to his feet and turned to leave.
"Oh, and by the way." Inuyasha called, stopping him. Daichi turned around. " You will also inform him of the fact that you insulted and accused our possible allies. Not only that, you insulted youkai, who are injured, weak, and homeless. You have shamed your entire race. I will be awaiting news of his response when I return. "
Daichi, who had begun shake more and more violently as he spoke, turned a sickly shade of green at the last two sentences. He glanced at his friends, who all averted their eyes, shifting uncomfortably. Seeing no escape, he took a deep breath and nodded gravely.
"Do this old kitsune a favor and tell Lord Inutashio that his old friend Tonkauro sends word, pup. Maybe if you temper your warning with good news, he may spare your life." Tonkauro called out with a chuckle.
Inuyasha laughed with him. When Daichi was out of sight, he turned to the old kitsune. "Let us journey together, Lord Tonkauro. The Inu Clan's healers can see to your wounded and our combined forces may turn the odds in our favor."
Tonkauro nodded. "Hai, that it might. We must rest for the night, Prince Inuyasha, for our wounded, but if you do not mind the wait, we would be proud to fight alongside the Inu Clan in battle."
Though the thought of even more delay pained him, he nodded. "We will wait with you. We had been planning to circle to the east to attack the wolves, but this new information means we need a new strategy. It will also give my healers time to look after your wounded." At his signal, five of the Inu's healers ran to the wounded kitsunes. He turned to the rest of his clan. "hunt or rest at your leisure. We set out at dawn."
Tonkauro lay down sphinx-like and looked at Inuyasha. "Let us talk, Prince Inuyasha, of the coming battle." Rokuro stepped forward.
Inuyasha motioned for Kenta, Hiroki, and Kasumi forward. "Let us talk."
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Kagome winced slightly as Sango pulled a cloth tightly around her arm. One of the wolves had brought a few dingy cloths when their daily meal had been delivered, and Sango had insisted on helping Kagome to treat her wounds. The young miko had been unable to deter her and had reluctantly agreed.
Night was falling, and the cave was growing darker by the moment. This would be the first night Kagome had been awake and she eyed the now mush larger shadows aprehensivley. She didn't look forward to being blind so deep in enemy territory. From the sounds outside, the wolves were still celebrating Kouga's news. Kagome growled at the thought.
"Gomen! I didn't mean to hurt you." Sango said quickly, jerking back.
Kagome looked confused for a second, before realizing she'd growled at loud. " Oh. No, you didn't. The wolves are still celebrating. Filthy fleabags!" She snapped. She saw Sango looking at her, shocked. "Gomen. Inuyasha has apparently rubbed off on me."
"Oh." Sango went back to treating Kagome's wounds. "So your Inuyasha acts like this?" She asked quietly.
Kagome's eyes narrowed. " Sometimes. When he's around me, alone with ningens or with his family. Or when he's fighting." She added as an afterthought. "But when he's with his clan, I've heard he acts differently. Iyayuma says he behaves almost like a different person. 'Like an Inu Prince should' she says."
"Iyayuma?" Sango asked.
"Inuyasha's half sister."
"Ah yes, I had heard that Lord Inutashio had two wives and that one was ningen." Miriku piped up suddenly.
Both women jumped. Until that moment, they had assumed that he was asleep. He had been sitting beside a sleeping Shippo and Kirara, but had somehow managed to move towards them until he was sitting only a few feet away, without either of them noticing.
Sango grumbled something unintelligable under her breath. Kagome nodded. "Hai. Inuyasha is his only child by his second mate Megumi."
"Megumi is his ningen wife?" He asked. Kagome nodded, tensing for the inevitable hanyou remark, but it never came. "I take it he isn't first in line for the throne."
"No. His half brother Sesshomaru is. I've never met him. He left as soon as he came of age. Iyayuma said he was out travelling the world, gaining the experience he would need to be the best Inu Lord he could be. He used to visit often, but he hasn't been back since his father gave him the so-called weaker of the two swords the swordsmaker Totosai crafted."
"What do you mean?" Sango asked.
Kagome explained to them, how Inutashio had sacrificed two of his fangs, in full youkia form, to the swords maker Totosai. She told them how Inuyasha's sword, the Tetsaiga, could supposedly slay a thousand youkai in a single stroke and how Sesshomaru's sword could reverse death itself. Why Inutashio had ordered the swords crafted was a mystery.
"Why did he not give Sesshomaru the stronger of the two swords if Sesshomaru was meant to lead?" Sango asked.
"No one knows. Lord Inutashio only said that the swords had been made ecspecially for them and that they would understand his choice over time. No one questioned him after that, except for Soisayinu. Even Sesshomaru didn't argue, though Inuyasha wonders from time to time."
"Strange." Sango said quietly.
"Indeed." Miriku nodded.
Looking at the two of them, a question that had been burning in the back of Kagome's mind, suddenly popped up. "Gomen if this seems rude, but why are you here? And Kirrara and Shippo?"
Sango and Miroku stared at her for a moment, shocked. "You're not rude." Miroku informed her, when she looked away. "I'm just suprised that it hasn't already come up. I can't speak for Shippo. He won't talk about the reasons he is here, and Sango and I haven't pressed him to. If you want his story, you will have to get it yourself. I, on the other hand, am here because the wolves raided the village I was staying at. I was the last one standing when Kouga showed up. The wolves were afraid to kill me, so they knocked me out and brought me here."
Kagome held up a hand, signaling for him to stop. "Wait. The wolves were afraid to kill you? Why?"
In answer Miroku held up his right hand. It was covered with a tattered glove, held in place by a string of prayer beads. She couldn't tell in the dim light if the cave, but it looked similar to some that Kaede had shown her that were used to seal cursed wounds. Kagome started to reach out to touch them, but Miroku pulled his hand away.
"That would not be wise, Lady Kagome." He looked at his hand loathingly. "If these prayer beads were to come off, then everything even remotley loose in this cave, and all of you along with it, would be sucked into an abyss from which there is no return." He looked at her and nodded at the shocked look on her face. "Hai, I know it seems hard to believe, but it is true. Long ago, when Jensei, Jensei, was young a youkai whom he had offended in a greivous manner sought revenge. The youkai had been pursuing the maids of a particular village for some time They were rumored to be the prettiest maids in the land. Jensei, not knowing of the youkai, came across the village on a journey. Jensei was . . oh how shall I put this . . "
" A hentai?" Sango interjected.
"A man who sought out the many pleasures in life. "Miroku went on as if Sango hadn't spoken. "Naturally, he lay with many of the village's maidens while he was there. The youkai, who had already made his claim to these women, at least to himself, was incsenced. He attacked the village and caught Jensei by suprise. Before he was able to defend himself, the youkai stabbed Jensei in the palm of his right hand with a cursed blade. Before either of them knew what had happened, the wound in Jensei's hand turned into a gaping spiral and sucked the youkai inside. Jensei, though very unorthodox, was truly a good monk. He had a set of prayer beads on him and managed to restrain the wound, which has since been dubbed
'the Kazaana' before it did any lasting damage to to the village. Unfortunatley, though he managed to restain it, the blade was sucked into the Wind Tunnel with the youkai so there was in way for him to undo the curse himself. At first, it didn't seem like much of a problem to him. Any youkai that dared attack him, met it's death to the Kazaana. It was some time before he realized that it grew slightly bigger with each use and it got harder and harder to restrain. He grew fearful for his own safety annd for the saftey of those around him. For years, he sought the company of preists and miko trying to find some way to undo it. None could help him. He feared that he would never rid himself of it. He swore to never use the Kazaana again, whether for his protection or for anyone else's. Word reached him from the village that it had all started in. One of the maids he had lain with, Aika, was pregnant with his child, my father Masato. He hurried back and managed to reach the village within hours of my father's birth. He stayed with Aika for as long as he was able. Even though he no longer used it, the Kazaana was growing larger every day and he new that soon he would no longer be able to restrain it. Mere days before his death, he noticed a strange mark on Masato's right hand. It was a black spiral, the same mark that had been on the youkai's blade. He realized almost immediatly what it meant. His curse had been passed to his son. He went to Aika and told her what was happening. He told her that she must tell Masoto what had happened and to tell him everything they knew of the Kazaan and, when the time came, she was to let their son journey to try to find what he himself could not. Jensei stayed with her for one more day and then left, to save her from the Kazaana. It overwhelmed him not long after. My father, Masato, grew up with this knowledge. As soon as he came of age, he left the village in search of the cure. He had no more success then Jensei at first. Over time, he gave up, and began searching for a woman who would bear him a son so that the curse, in the hope that he could find a way to lift the curse. He feared that the curse would spread to innocent people after his death otherwise. He met my mother, Yoshiko, and together, they bore me. My father did not stay with my mother. Instead he continued to search. He came across a female crane youkai on his journey that recognized the Kazaana. Though unwilling to trust a youkai, my father was desperate for information. The crane told him of wind youkai to the far south who all possesed a Kazaana. They knew how to harness it's power so it did not consume them over time, the way it would eventually consume him. She looked at Masato's hand and told him he had but a few weeks to live. Masato rushed back to my mother and told her what he had learned. He told her to tell me everything when the time was right. He died a week after his request. My mother, greif-stricken, went to my father's best freind Mushin and told him what had happened and of the curse and his last request. She bade him to look after me. She killed herself later that day. Mushin raised me like his own son and told me about my history. The Kazaana fully manifested itself when I reached puberty. I would have set out then had mushin allowed it, but he made me wait until I came of age. I had barely been on my journey for two weeks before the wolves attacked the village I was at. Kouga, fearing the Kazaana's power knocked me out and brought me here."
"I remember the day they brought you in. I thought you were dead at first."
"I thought I was too. Ecspecially when I awoke to see you kneeling over me." His voice went breathy and he chuckled. "I thought you were an angel." He looked over at her grinning. "Until you hit me."
Sango's blush was barely visible in the now very dimly lit cave. "I should hope you wouldn't do that to an angel, you hentai!" She snapped.
"What did he do?" Kagome asked.
Miroku rubbed the back of his head, abashed. "Well, as I said, I thought I was dead and, well -"
"He groped me!" Sango squeaked, blushing darker.
Kagome looked at him shocked. "But you're a houshi!"
"Well, heaven is supposed to be paradise." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
They all laughed at that, even Sango, breaking the tension from Miroku's story. Kagome looked over at Sango. Her past must be as strange to her as Miroku's.
"So, what's your story Sango?" She asked. "I heard you say before that you were a tajai?" She spoke the last uncertainly, because, from the history she had read before she had come through the Bone-Eaters Well, women could not be tajai.
Sango however nodded. "Hai. My family lived in a tajai village. My father lead the village and, under his rule, our warriors were the finest anyone had ever seen." She said proudly. "My brother, Kohaku, was being groomed as the next head of our village, but he was in need of a lot of training to live up to our father's name. I was almost always with him when he trained. I hated being the girl-child. Everytime I was left behind when the men went to battle it pained me. To didstact myself, I began paying closer attention to the warrior's training. Specifically, Kohaku's. He was not yet old enough to go on missions, so he trained while the men were away. It did not pain him as it did me. He would eventually fight by our father's side. I would not. I wanted so much to be a tajai that, one day while the men were away, I snuck into the storehouse and took some of the older weapons and armor peices that needed repair. All of the women of my village were trained in the repair of weapons and armor, so I knew how to fix them. Kirara, who was barley more then a kitten at the time, helped to keep lookout for me as I repaired them in secret. When I was done, I began training myself. I had seen enough of the men's training sessions to know what to do. I had to modify some of the weapons so that they would be easier for me to weild, but before long I was better than many of the men of my village. I knew my weapons in a way that they did not, for I had modified mine to suit me. I knew all of their strengths and weaknesses and, in my training, I had learn to utilize these to my advantage. I had to keep my knowledge a secret though. If my father were to find out that I had been training, I would have been banished. As days went by, I saw Kohaku struggling with his training. I knew I could help him, by telling him what I knew, so I started dropping little hints in our talks. Soon, he was doiing much better. So much better, in fact, that my father agreed to let him go on the next mission. Oh, how I regretted helping him then!" She shuddered. " I couldn't allow him to go. My new techniques were fine in practice, but what if they failed on the battlefeild? What if, by filling his head by my foolishness, I brought about his untimely death? It wasn't long before a mission came up. A large group of insect youkai had been terrorizing some nearby villages and the tajai of our village were hired to take them out. As soon as the men left, I snuck to my hiding place, gathered my modified weapons, donned my stolen armor and went after them on Kirara. I reached them just as they were attacked by the insect youkai. They were horribly outnumbered. I jumped into the battle without thinking. In my very first battle I saved my father, the strongest tajai in the land. One of the youkai snuck up behind him as he battled another and I killed it. We won the battle with no losses. It was an unprecedented victory. I cheered with the men until I saw my father and brother staring at me. The other men began to look around at me too The realization of what I had done, sent me fleeing into the trees. My father came after me. He did not seem angry when he found me. He simply asked how I had gotten my weapons and how I had learned to use them. I told him everything, hoping that my punishment might be lessened if I told the truth. Afterwards, he bade me to take Kirara and go home. He told me to go straight to our house and to tell my mother what had happened. I did what he asked. My mother was furious, but she did not punish me, only saying that my father would know what to do with me. That evening, when the men returned home, the village was unusually silent. All of them by now knew what I had done and they all knew what my punishment would be. They were suprised when my father told them to prepare the customary victory banquet that night, but did as he comanded without question. When he came to our house, he told me to prepare for the banquet. He told me to wear the armor and to bring the weapons, which confused me. Kohaku, stayed by my side until the banquet, telling me not to worry and assuring me that father would never send me away. I did not have the heart to correct him. That night at the banquet, father told the entire village what I had done. He called me forward and I stood in front of them all, wearing my armor and weapons, ready to face my punishment. That night, my father suprised every single person in the village, exept for Kohaku. He told them that, in light of the fact that I had saved his life, I would not be punished. Then he went on to say that, because even though I was a woman, I had shown great skill in battle. He told us that I would be allowed to train with the men and, if I proved myself, I would be dubbed a tajai. I was shocked. The village went into upraor, but few openly disapproved. Over time, I grew comforatable with my new lifestyle. I trained and battled with them meanand still did my womanly duties. I worked twice as hard as anyone in my village. I taught my new techniques to my father, who, in turn, taught them to the rest of the men. We grew stronger. Too strong. The warlords of the East feared our power. They feared that we would revolt against them, so they set a trap. The wolves had begun raiding villages along the northeastern border. They hired all twenty seven of us and sent us along with fifty of their men to counterattack the wolves. When we came upon the raiding party, it seemed like an easy victory at first, but as more and more of our men fell, I began to sense that something was wrong. I looked around to see that the warlords men had fallen back and were readying their arowmen. I realized what was about to happen a second too late. Before I could shout a warning, they fired. Tajai and youkai alike fell to their arrows. My father and Kohaku went down with the first volley. I tried to reach them, but a stray arrow caught my shoulder, just as one of the wolves attacked me. I managed to kill him, but he had wounded me badly. I couldn't even stand. Suddenly, more wolves appeared, killing the warlords men and the few remaining tagai. I brandished my sword at them as they came near me, planning to take as many of them as I could into the afterlife with me. They parted suddenly and Kouga came out from the trees, though I didn't know who he was then. I readied my sword. I wasn't going down without a fight. He looked down at me, on my knees, surrounded by his fallen brethren and he laughed. I swung at him, but he evaded me and knocked me out. I woke as they brough me into the den. I tried to fight as they took my armor and weapons, but it was no use. They had me. They threw me in here with my clothes. I knew I couldn't escape, there were too many. I've been waiting for an opportunity to escape ever since. I was alone until Kirara found me. Somehow, she travelled all the way from my village, snuck past the wolves and found me in this cave. I don't even think the wolves know she's here." Sango trailed off.
By now the cave was so dark they couldn't see each other. Sango yawned loudly and they all took that as a signal to sleep. Kagome lay down in the darkness, thinking about what she had learned. Sango and Miroku had lead hard lives. Their lives had been full of bloodshed and loss and pain and yet, they seemed at least somewhat happy. She'd had an easy life compared to theirs.
Inuyasha had always called her a whiny brat, and now she realized that she was. So what if she'd been seperated from her family? At least they were alive. The Inu Clan had been very generous to her, conscidering that they had kidnapped her. They could have been treating her like the wolves were treating her now. Looking back, her life with the Inu Clan had been more fufilling and exiting than anything she could have dreamed of back home. She lived in a castle, surrounded by youkai who would no doubt protect her with their very lives if the need arose and all they were asking her was to become their princess. To be with Inuyasha. He wasn't that bad. Or at least she assumed he wouldn't be when she stopped acting like a child.
At that moment, she vowed that if she ever made it back to the Western Lands, she would not try to run again. She would still miss her family, but she was certain that, if she let them go and embraced her new life, she could finally be happy.
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Ok. I know that this chapter seemed a little weird, but let me explain.
I rewrote everyone's past for a reason. There is no Naraku or Shikon no Tama in my story. Their pasts are directly linked with Naraku, so I felt it neccasary to rewrite them.
Also, I'm giving myself more options for sequels later on. ** HINT HINT**
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