InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chance ❯ Ch-ch-changes ( Chapter 27 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

(I)

“The morning rush is always worse on Sunday,” Sango assured Miroku as they walked into a small café near downtown Tokyo. “But the food’s great, so it’s worth the wait.”


“If you say so Butterfly,” Miroku muttered, his hand secured to Sango’s elbow as they waded through the crowd toward an empty booth table far away from the cafe’s high counter. Miroku waited for Sango to sit first before sliding in beside her, his hand resting ‘innocently’ on her thigh.


“Alright you, don’t start,” Sango growled and plunked her heavy purse down on his hand. He yipped and snatched his hand away, ink blue eyes wide and affronted as he cradled his offended appendage against his chest and pouted.


“What do you keep in there anyway?” he asked as Sango pushed the purse from her lap to sit on the other side.
“Bricks? A dead body? What?”


“Eh,” Sango shrugged. “Supplies.”


“Bricklaying supplies.”


“Hush up you!” She laughed and wacked his arm, then glanced at the beautiful glass door of the restaurant and sighed. “When do you think she’ll get here?”


Miroku followed her gaze and sighed as well. “I don’t know. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” Sango sighed and sank back against the seat, her thoughts trapped within herself while Miroku placed their drink order. Saturday morning started out beautifully, with the birds singing and the sun shining through the windows of hers and Miroku’s bedroom. That morning was sweet, and so was the day itself...


Until they tried to call Kagome.


The first couple of phone calls rang a few times, then all calls afterward went straight to voice mail. Message after message was left for their dark haired family member before slight panic set in. They went to Kagome’s house mid day and found her car, the blue Beetle sitting alone in the parking lot, but no Kagome. They presumed that she was taking Chance for a walk and waited, but they became worried after the second hour.


They went back home and called Souta, who camped out in Kagome’s driveway until dark. Their last attempt to contact her, made early in the evening, was in invite to breakfast the next morning. Sango turned away from the door, glanced at her watch and sighed.

“She’s late,” Sango said despondently. She sighed again and Miroku gave her shoulders and encouraging rub.


“Don’t worry Sango,” he whispered in her ear. “Kagome will be here. You’ll see.”


“But what if she. . .”


“Shhhhhh,” Miroku shushed with a tender kiss to her earlobe. “She will be. If she’s not then we’ll put out an A. P.-“


“Wait a sec!” Miroku leaned away just as Sango spun around in her seat, her attention on the glass doorway as the silvery ring of it’s door chime tinkled in the air. She froze, her jaw dropping instantly and Miroku turned to see what was going on.


She walked up to the counter gracefully, boosted herself up to the counter and flagged down a waitress, who quickly pointed in Miroku’s direction. She turned and grinned, releasing the counter with a happy hop and quickly crossed the room toward them.


“Hey you guys!” Kagome greeted as she scooted into the seat across from them. “What’s going on?”


“Wh-what’s going on?” Sango asked after she got over her initial shock. “What’s going on?! Just where were you yesterday?”


“Well, I was...I was with a friend.”


“A friend?” Miroku questioned, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at the light flush on her cheeks. “Who is this ‘friend’?”


Kagome sputtered instantly, her eyes wide and her fingers fluttering wildly. She glanced up when Sango whacked him with her purse. “What was that for?!” he cried out with violet orbs wide in shock and pain.


“Its for being nosy,” Sango said as their waitress came back to the table. “You leave Kagome alone. She’s here isn’t she? Besides, she was probably with that cop friend of hers, right Kagome?”


Kagome never answered, choosing instead to place her order. The couple in front of her continued to argue, then turned to Kagome and talked about their Saturday. Kagome nodded, apologized for making them worry, then changed the subject.


“Chance and I went for a walk later that evening and guess who I saw?”


“Um...Tom Cruise?” Sango guessed.


“No, it was Monica Stori. That’s who it was right?”


“What?” Kagome cried in disbelief. “No! No way. It was Mr. Naraku.”


“Ohhhh,” Sango grunted with an unhappy roll of her eyes. “Him again. What about him? You haven’t seen him in weeks.”


“Yeah I know but I saw him getting out of his car yesterday. I waved and called to him but he never turned around. He rushed into the house like I was chasing him or something.”


“Weird,” Miroku replied with a shake of his head. “That guy is so strange.”


“Yeah, I agree Kago-star. I think he’s a nutjob.” Sango nodded and took a casual sip of her soda. “Anyway, away from the Creepy Landlord. You’re brother Souta is such a nut. He said....”


The rest of the morning was spent in pleasant company, with good food, great friends and good atmosphere. Sango kept a close eye on her sister-friend, watching as she practically glowed from the other side of the table. Her smile was wider, her laughter carefree and Sango couldn’t help but wonder why.


‘Whatever it is, it must be really juicy,’ Sango mused with a grin. ‘She’s been preoccupied all morning.’


“You guys are nuts,” Kagome giggled happily. “You’re so funny Miroku.” She sighed and stood up, a slight grin on her lips as she patted Miroku’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”


“Maybe it’s just me,” Miroku began as Kagome made her way toward the restroom. “But that Kagome is a little bit...off today?”


“What would make you say that?” Sango asked as she too watched Kagome. Her grin widened at the bounce in the young woman’s step and turned toward her husband.


“She just laughed at me,” Miroku pouted unhappily.


“Awww,” Sango cooed and teased his hair. “What’s so unusual about that?”


“I told her that we were thinking about buying a house.”


“Oh. That’s not good is it.” She kissed Miroku’s forehead and stood up as well, leaving him with a promise to check on Kagome before she made her way to the bathroom. She opened the restroom door and nearly started laughing, her hand covering her mouth to hide her mirth.


Kagome stood at the bathroom sink, her hands still under the cool rushing water. She was staring into the bathroom’s enormous gilded mirror a dreamy eyed grin on her lips, her thoughts more than a million miles away.


“Kagome,” Sango softly called out as she shut the door behind her. “Kagome?” She frowned at her unresponsiveness and stepped closer, turned off the water and reached for a nearby paper towel. She called her name once again, this time as she began to dry Kagome’s hands, and smirked when Kagome jumped in surprise.


“Oh, good grief!” Kagome gasped while Sango chuckled softly. “Where did you come from?”


“I came in to check in on you,” Sango replied and tossed the used paper towel in the trash. “Miroku’s really worried about you.”


“What?” Kagome asked with a confused frown. “What about?”


“You started laughing when he told you we wanted to buy a house,” Sango replied and chuckled again at Kagome’s embarrassed flush. “I thought you weren’t listening to him.”


“I’m so sorry Sang,” Kagome apologized. “That’s great for you guys! I’m so ha-“


“Ok, yeah, you’re happy,” Sango interrupted with a wave of her hand. “Now spill.”


“Huh?”


“DonR 17;t ‘huh’ me young lady,” Sango admonished with a shake of her finger. “You know what I’m talking about. Miroku doesn’t notice it cause he’s just a guy, but I know better. What’s got you feeling so footloose and fancy free?”


Kagome smiled, remembering that phrase from one of her father’s old movies, and blushed. “It has...something to do with yesterday.”


“Ooooo! Do tell!” Sango pulled Kagome toward a nearby couch and sat down, pulling the younger girl with her, and waited for her to start talking. “I take it you spent time with someone yesterday.” She squeaked at Kagome’s blush and pushed ahead. “Sooooooo....what’d you do?”


“We. . .had breakfast together,” Kagome admitted and quickly halted Sango’s hentai thoughts. “No, we didn’t do it, but. . .we did kiss.”


“Oh wow,” Sango gushed happily. “What was it like? What was he like?”


“He was great,” Kagome replied dreamily. “He was patient, kind, attentive. It was like he knew my thoughts and didn’t want to scare me. There’s something about him. . .he’s normally so calm, so controlled-“

“Wait a sec,” Sango interrupted, her hand raised in protest. “Calm and controlled. That’s not Wonder Kop we’re talking about, is it?”


Kagome shook her head, her blush deepening to an intense red.


“Oh Kagome, is it that Mystery Dude-“


“Sesshoumaru,” Kagome corrected. “And...yeah. It is.” She jumped when Sango screamed and hugged her, her arms trapping her as she shook Kagome from side to side. “Sang. Can’t. Breathe.”


“Oh, right,” Sango giggled and let go. “Sorry. But that’s so great! What’s he like-no wait. You just answered that. He spent all day with you?! As in daylight hours and everything?”


“Well he had to talk to his brother about something later that evening, but yea,” Kagome nodded. “We went to the park-“


“How romantic,” Sango sighed.


“And I went with him to tour one of his company’s newest buildings.”


“Wow,” Sango whistled appreciatively. “Already helping with business decisions? I’m so impressed.”


“Shut up Sango. Besides, it’s nothing like that.”


“Nothing like what?” Sango asked. “What’s going on?”


“I don’t know,” Kagome admitted with a shrug. “It’s just that, I feel so ...I don’t know. He’s arrogant and stuff, but he’s caring. He’s, well, patient with me. It’s like-“


“Like he knows you’re a part of the V club?” Sango guessed. “I think he sounds like a great guy. As a matter of fact, I like him a lot. I think you guys look good together.”


“Thanks,” Kagome responded with a sigh. “I just. . .I think I might love him Sang.” She looked up at Sango’s gasp, then dropped her eyes again, this time looking anywhere but directly at Sango.


“Well, how does he feel about you?” Sango asked. Kagome shrugged. “I don’t know. I think he might care about me, maybe love me, but I don’t want to push him. He’s just getting over his wife’s death after all.”


‘He’s a widower,’ Sango caught in surprise. ‘Kagome never said anything about that.’ “Look Kagome,” she began as she tried to soothe over Kagome’s frazzled nerves. “A lot of guys just aren’t that vocal with their feelings. He seems like he’s one of those guys. Maybe he’s more of an action man.”


“An action man?” Kagome repeated. “What’s that?”


“Someone who, instead of telling you how he feels, shows you though the things he does. He might not feel like he has to say it, that you probably already know.”


“Really?” Kagome replied thoughtfully. “You think that’s what it is?”


Sango nodded. “And I think you’re worried for nothing. I’ve seen the way he is around you not once, but twice and he’s got a thing for you.”


‘Yeah,’ Kagome blushed as she remembered Saturday morning. ‘I know what kind of ‘thing’ too.’


“So stop worrying. If you want, you can just wait and see what he does. I’m sure he’ll do something really spectacular, something that’ll prove, without words, how much he cares about you.”


“Yeah, you’re right Sang,” Kagome nodded and stood up. “Worrying isn’t helping anyway. I’ve been a nervous wreck since he left.”


“Well I hope I’ve helped,” Sango said and laughed when a thought came to her.


“In the meantime, maybe you should invest in some condoms. You never know how he might decide to ‘express himself’.”


(II)


He sat on the lip of the well, snow white hair fluttering slightly in the cool breeze in the peace of the dreamscape’s sunny afternoon. His thoughts were-for once-completely uninterrupted and he couldn’t help but take advantage of the quiet to think.


‘Surely the developments with Kagome are-‘


Intriguing. . .


‘Intriguing,’ Sesshoumaru said to himself as he opened his eyes. ‘Her company is most enjoyable-‘


Her body isn’t half bad either. . .

‘For a human woman. Perhaps there is something more to her than what I first believed.’


“Sesshoumaru.”


He sighed and glanced toward Kikyou, who sat crossed legged on the grass a yard or so away. “What is it now woman?”


“Um. . .” She glanced toward his left side, behind him, and back to him again. “Have you noticed something strange?”


“Strange?”


Kikyou frowned at his quirked brow and huffed. “You’re a jerk. I mean that.”


“You are the one sensing strange things.” He glanced behind his shoulder and frowned again. “There is nothing there.”


“Oh. Um...So,” she began with one last look toward the empty meadow. “What are you thinking about?”


“Little that concerns you-“


“Is it about Kagome?” she guessed and grinned with his left eye twitched. “It is, isn’t it? What’s going on?”


Sesshoumaru repressed the urge to sigh, figuring the miko in front of him would only take it as a sign to laugh at him, and glanced toward his left side. “This Sesshoumaru finds himself growing. . .”


Extremely attracted to. . .


“Mildly fond of his recent charge.”


“Huh?” was Kikyou’s more than intelligent response. “Who in the world are you-Oh...Kagome. Really? That’s wonderful Sesshou-“


“It must cease immediately.”


“What?” Kikyou stammered in disbelief. “Why? I thought-but she-“


“It is not Chance that is leaving,” Sesshoumaru assured her. “I will still guard over her-“

“But it’s Sesshoumaru that’s going away,” Kikyou finally understood with a slight nod. “But Sesshoumaru, I don’t know. She’s attached to you, in both forms. You might break her heart.”


“Her heart is not my concern,” Sesshoumaru replied with a narrowing of his citrine orbs. “Her overall well-being is. She will soon come to realize that there can be nothing between us either way. I wish to quicken this process.”


“But Sesshoumaru-“ Kikyou fell silent, brown eyes wide with fright before her gaze dropped to her lap. “I’m sorry Sesshoumaru,” she said meekly. “Do whatever you think is best.”


Sesshoumaru quirked a brow but refused to think further on the miko’s strange behavior. He said nothing more, choosing to fade into the waking world. Kikyou watched him leave with a sigh then turned toward the other side of the well. The massive inu sat on its haunches, looking for all the world pleased with itself as it licked one of it’s giant front paws. It gazed at her through slanted crimson orbs, jade green irises glittering dangerously in the afternoon sun.


Well miko, it purred from it’s place on the other side of the well. It would seem you listen better than even I had hoped for.


“Wh-what are you doing here?” Kikyou whispered, her voice quivering in fright.


Why miko, you seem shocked, the inu purred in content. Surely you didn’t expect for me to stay locked away forever my dear.



“You’re not supposed to b-“


Supposed to be what, dear? Out of that wretched cage you imprisoned me in? The inu laughed, the sound dark and foreboding in it’s purring amusement. In all honesty, I do not know. Yesterday I found myself awake and free, the cage door unlocked. How could I not take advantage of the opportunity set before me?


“But what about Sesshoumaru?” Kikyou wondered aloud. “What does that mean for hi-“


Don’t you worry your ‘pretty little head’ about my master, the inu replied as he lowered himself onto his stomach. He yawned lightly, his enormous mouth widening to reveal sharp, gleaming, pearly white fangs. I will ensure that what he does is what is best for the both of us.


“But-“


There will be no further need for your ‘influence’, woman, the inu growled in warning. As I am sure you’ve led my master down the straight and narrow path, perhaps is it time that he be allowed a little bit of room. He is, after all, an inu. The inu snorted suddenly, it’s lips pulled back in a dissatisfied sneer. Even if he is reduced to a human.


‘This is not good,’ Kikyou said to herself as the inu continued to preen. ‘If this is Sesshoumaru’s youki, and it’s out free, then it’s really no telling what he’ll do, or how unstable the spell really is.’ She glanced over and found ruby orbs fixed on her, cunning sparkling in its narrowed eyes as it snapped it’s jaws at her.


‘As soon as I can, I plan on leaving. I must find out how it managed to escape.’ Kikyou glanced away, her mind spinning as she waited for the inu’s guard to drop.


It wouldn’t be wise to take this side of Sesshoumaru for granted. . .


The music blasted from the games foot tall speakers, the thumping rock surrounding them as Shippou glanced toward the screen above him and stepped on the indicated arrows. He stole a glance at Kagome and grinned. She was trying, a light beading of sweat budding around her hairline as she struggled to keep up with the beat, and Shippou loved her all the more for it. She was wonderful to him, she understood him and she encouraged him the way he’d always thought a mother was supposed to treat children. He was well aware that he and Kagome weren’t related but he found himself wishing that perhaps they were, even if it meant that he would have been born hanyou.



“Shippou,” he heard Kagome puff as she stopped and stepped off the game’s control pad. “I give up. I’m tired and I can’t breathe.” She scowled when he laughed, his mirth distracting him from the game long enough to miss a couple of important steps and lose. It was his turn to scowl then, with Kagome cooing about how cute he was as she slipped into the pair of black kitten heels neatly together below the gamestand. Shippou jumped down as well, shoved his feet into a grubby pair of lime green sneakers and looked up when Kagome sighed.


“What’s wrong?” he asked and tugged on the creaseline of her tan dresspants. “You aren’t tired of me already, are you?”


“What?” Kagome squeaked in surprise. “No way! I LOVE hanging out with you!”


“You don’t want to talk about homework?” Shippou asked and followed Kagome to the nearest change machine. She slipped in some money and waited, the whirling of the machinery faint in Shippou’s ears before the clinking of coins as they fell into the small tin catcher at the base of the machine.


“No, no homework,” Kagome pouted as she scooped out the thin red metal disks. “We’re here to have fun, and that’s all we’re doing. NO HOMEWORK!”



“Cool!” Shippou exclaimed and followed her toward the nearest game. “OK,” Kagome said as she stood beside what looked to be a driving game. “Can you play one of these?”


“You bet!” Shippou jumped into right side of the game’s console, his clawless fingers gripping the red steering wheel tightly, and left all serious thoughts forgotten as he waited for Kagome to sta rt the game.



(III)

She watched them play together on the mall’s security cameras, a light, wistful smile on her lips as her arms crossed over her chest. She chuckled lightly when the pair began to argue, their voices lost to her as she looked on.


“Mrs. Takisai?”



She turned, dark brown eyes weary and relieved while Shiori bowed politely.


“They’re waiting for you. Please.” Shiori stepped aside and held open the massive wooden door, her eyes downcast and mournful as the older woman walked past her. Shiori closed the door quietly, leaving Mrs. Takisai alone in the boardroom with Shujin, Jininji, Ginta. . .


And Inuyasha, who took his place at the head of the long rectangular table.



“My lords, it is an honor as always,” Mrs. Takisai began with a slight bow. “Forgive me for my disruption-“


“Ningen, get on with it,” Shujin growled impatiently. He propped his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow used to hold himself upright, and sighed at her embarrassment. “By the gods, do you think we have all day to listen to you blather on?”


“Please Shujin-sama,” Jininji pleaded on Mrs. Takisai’s behalf. “We’ve known the good lady before us for a long time. Surely we can show her some patience.”


“Whatever,” Shujin growled, then glared at Mrs. Takisai. “We’ll skip over the formalities for now. What is it you want with us?” He growled again, this time at Inuyasha when he sighed in long suffering. “What’s so important that we all have to be here?”


“I’m dying.”


Those two words brought quiet to the room, the atmosphere around its occupants heavy and somber in mere moments. The four youkai before her coughed uncomfortably, two of them shooting ugly glares at a third before Inuyasha spoke up.



“Can’t you do anything?” he inquired hopefully. “Isn’t there some sort of cure?”


Mrs. Takisai shook her head. “I’m sorry Inuyasha-sama, but there’s nothing anyone can do. It was caught too late to reverse. That is why I’ve come to talk to you.”


“Surely you don’t believe we have a cure,” Shujin blurted out in spite of Ginta’s sharp rap to his shin. “We’re youkai, not kami.”


“No, my lord. I’m not looking for a cure.”


“Then,” Ginta began before Shujin could. “What are you here for?”


“I’m looking for more time with my grandson,” Mrs. Takisai replied. “My doctor said that I only have a few months-“


“For that we are sorry,” Jininji interrupted in sympathy. Mrs. Takisai nodded in thanks. “Thank you my lord. My doctor says that I may be in considerable pain by then, and anything that could come close to numbing it would leave me bedridden. I. . .don’t wish for Shippou to remember me in that way.”


“And you are here for our help?” Ginta offered. “But how are we supposed to help you?”


“Well, I know there’s nothing that can be done for my comfort, especially during my last months or so,” Mrs. Takisai began with a heavy sigh. “I’m not asking for anything to kill the pain. I want to appear healthy so Shippou won’t worry.”



“But he-“


“Please,” Mrs. Takisai interrupted as the first tear fell from her eyes. “I know I’m not worthy to ask for anything from you-“


“Don’t say that,” Jininji cajoled softly. “We’d do what we can for you.”


“He’s right,” Ginta replied with a stern nod. “Just ask, my lady, and we’ll do it.”


Mrs. Takisai closed her eyes and steadied herself, her breathing slowing to a normal pace as the scent of her nervousness and heartbreak began to fade from the room. ‘I must do this,’ she said to herself as she eased herself out of her fear. ‘I must convince them to-‘


“You need a glamour spell, do you not onna?”


Mrs. Takisai’s eyes flew open in surprise, her deep chocolate brown connecting to his nearly lime green before nodding earnestly. “Hai, my lord. It is. I-“


“But it won’t help with the pain,” Jininji warned instantly. “You’ll still suffer. You might be able to-“


“I’ll fight through the pain,” Mrs. Takisai insisted. “I’ll. . .I’ll think of something! Please! I must have it.”


“What you’re asking for. . .” Shujin leaned back in his chair, his eyes briefly closed to the rest of the room as he waited for the other’s attention to come to him. “Is complicated. The spell would have to be created for you specifically. Your scent would need to be marked so the spell can recreate it. It would take time and materials that are hard to find in this day and age. Materials that would be expensive.” His eyes speared through her then, the light green orbs as electrifying and frightening as any thunderstorm. “Why should we bother with one such as yourself?”


“Shujin!” Jininji hissed in outrage. “What’s the matter with you?! She’s come here for help and you-“


“Shippou’s been through enough.”


The tai turned to her then, their ears strained to hear her softly spoken answer to Shujin’s thoughtless question.


“It’s not fair,” Mrs. Takisai sniffed and attempted to breathe through her sorrow. “First his father dies, then his mother abuses him. Then, when he finally finds someplace he feels safe, someplace he can call home, this happens. It’s not fair.” She wiped her face frantically, all attempts to appear level headed and calm evaporating into nothing as she pleaded her case. “I just want him to be happy for as long as possible. I want him to look back and not see some sickly old woman he had to take care of. I want him to smile when he thinks of me. I want him to remember the loud kisses I give him, the warm hugs, and my cookies.


“I want him to remember my lame jokes,” Mrs. Takisai continued, the powerful beings in front of her forgotten when she began to cry. “I want him to remember my laugh, my smile and that I loved him no matter what. I don’t want to be a burden on him. I don’t want to break his heart! I-I just-“ She hiccuped, her last words lost to time as she sat down in the middle of the polished hardwood floor and sobbed.


The tai stood stunned, too shocked to move, no less comfort the broken woman as her weeping cut through them like knives. They glanced back at each other uncomfortably, each waiting on the other person to speak. To their surprise, it was Inuyasha who stood up and moved around the boardroom table toward her.


“Shhh,” he whispered as he gathered Mrs. Takisai in his arms. “Don’t cry. We didn’t say no, so stop.” He waited until she calmed down, her hiccups becoming little more than watery gasps for breath before grief stricken brown orbs stared up at him. He patted the crown of her head, something he remembered his father doing when he was upset, and helped the older woman to her feet.


“I’m for helping her,” Inuyasha growled to the others as he guided her toward a nearby chair. “What about you guys?”


“I am,” Ginta said as he raised his hand.


“Me too,” Jininji nodded eagerly. “I think I know of the exact spell!”

They turned to Shujin then, the last and the quietest of the four, and watched as he leaned toward them and nodded his consent.


“I give my approval,” Shujin began with a light tap on the tabletop. “If you will do but one thing.”


“Anything,” Mrs. Takisai agreed instantly. “I’ll do it. Just name it.”



“Good,” Shujin purred in approval. He ignored the disapproving glares of the others and smiled, his grin predatory and calculating as the solution to one of the problems he saw in her dying presented itself.


“You will name your replacement.”


(End chapter)


Sango: (growling) I’m going to punch your Shujin Guardian-sama. I hope you don’t mind.


SF: (grabs Sango before she can stomp offstage) Woah lil’ mama. Hold on there. I kinda need him so-


Kagome: But why does he have to be so mean?! Is it necessary?


Silver: She’ll tell you that everything she does is necessary-


SF: And it is. I’m sorry he sounds so harsh, but Shujin is from the old school of taiyoukai. He’s not fond of big displays of emotion, he’s not exactly the type to invite you in for a cup of tea and he’s happier behind a strategy map. In his mind there are only problems and solutions, little more and little less.


Shippou: Well, I’m glad he’s not my retainer! I like Juninji!


SF: : ) I’m glad little dude.


Inu-chan: Alright, enough of the mushy stuff! (Kicks TV) Roll the summary damn it!


SF: Hey! You jerk! Don’t kick my TV!


Summary: Souta finds something odd in his review of the shrine’s taping of the Spring Festival, leading Ji-san to worry over Kagome’s new friend. Mrs. Kapsai continues to try to prolong her life as well and tries to find a new guardian for her grandson. Kagome continues to wonder about her feelings for Sesshoumaru and it’s the beginning of the end for our miko’s normal life.

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