InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Corrupted ❯ Oppression ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 3: Oppression

Kagome sighed, typing away on her flashing computer, her hands flying over the keyboard. Her term paper was almost done, and if she got half as good of a grade as she thought, she would be class valedictorian. Her grades had always been pretty good, but with all the stress in her life, she had thrown herself into her studies. Her grades largely reflected it and she found that doing a month's worth of homework was not as hard as it seemed. So she was given honors classes as she got further and further from the other students, bypassing many. Now she was in top classes that would make her first year at college easier, they were college courses. Her essay was coming out nicely and all that was left was the conclusion.

Her brother was at a friend's house and her mother was working all night, and it was only 6:00p.m. now. She would be alone tonight, again. Maybe she would do the work in History for the next week or so, to get ahead. It certainly wouldn't hurt any.

The sudden crashing of her door being thrown open jerked her back to reality and where she was. She whipped her head around to see who had burst into her room and her heart stopped, then starting beating far too quickly. Panic seized her and rendered her motionless as her assailant came across the room in long steps, his hand raising in a smooth movement. He backhanded her across the face before she could react and she fell spinning from the chair and hit the floor hard. Her brain hazed at being hit so hard, her neck ached from whipping around so harshly. When her senses had somewhat returned, she realized the weight on her was not the fallen chair, but a moving body. She felt his hands roughly removing her clothing and fought to stop him. He had her almost unclothed and managed to get the rest off. He came at her but Kagome brought her knees up forcefully, effectively knocking him off. He put out a hand and regained his balance, slapping her hard across the face with his open hand.

Inuyasha's face filled her eyes and she fought tooth and nail, savagely. She saw nothing, only hit and kicked and did whatever she could to remove the body from her own. He growled and suddenly she felt cold steel touch her throat, pushing lightly. She seized struggling and breathed fearfully, little gasps of rage and dread coming from her. The knife pressed closer and slit her throat with a hairline cut, not deep enough to do anything more than hurt. A stinging sensation came like waves from her throat and took over her whole neck, scaring her into stillness. She felt his hardened length invade her and tears slid out of her sightless eyes. She tried to pull away, but felt him press the knife to her stomach. She sobbed in humiliation and defeat and lay limp while he grunted and strained above her.

Once again, her deceased lover's face appeared behind closed lids and she concentrated on it, remembering his tenderness, his love. How he had followed her forever trying to get to her. She had wanted so badly to talk to him, but had been afraid of what Naraku would do. She regretted letting things escalate the way they had. If she had only been strong enough to tell him to leave, he would still be alive, still breath and enjoy life's daily wonders. It was her fault. She had caused his death.

Suddenly a face much like Inuyasha's but so different at the same time popped into her head. Sesshoumaru. He was so very handsome too, with his deep, broad shoulders, long silvery hair, perfect face and golden eyes. No doubt that he was the ideal of masculine beauty. But why was someone who had so much, money, looks, power, why was he so cold? So withdrawn? His heart seemed to be closed off, barricaded, protected. She wanted to be friends with him, if only to see what had turned him into such a loner and so stoical. She had gone to see the evidence and managed to keep her emotions in check through it all, even Inuyasha's cell phone, with little bloodstains on it. The gun had no prints on it, save the ones that were from Inuyasha's hand holding the gun when Naraku had left. There was no recording of the conversation Sesshoumaru had had with Inuyasha, so it was hearsay only. The car was the only other piece of evidence, which was being brushed for prints at this moment.

At the feeling of her hand being tugged Kagome drifted back into herself, allowing herself to feel her pain and senses. Naraku was squatting beside her, her hand held tightly but not painfully in his hand. She looked straight up, not at the filth near her. She did not try to withdraw her hand, it was useless. She saw the glint of the steel again and felt sharp pain in her palm. Her eyes rolled and she shuddered, but did not make a sound.

"You have been very bad, Kagome. I warned you. This time you get an extra punishment." The feeling of pain grew before becoming a background stinging as she tuned that out too. She allowed herself to fall into her own little world where she could lie safe again. This time when she came back she was lying alone and bleeding, the blood on her neck almost dried. She slowly and painfully sat up, daring to look at her hand. What she saw sickened her, made the universe tilt an extra degree. Her hand was bloody and had long, deep but not fatal cuts going from the tip of her fingers to a center one in the middle of her palm. She felt sticky and realized the blood from her hand had gotten all over her body, making her feel even grosser because of the smell of his body all over her. She felt like vomiting but swallowed multiple times until the feeling faded. She forced herself to unsteady feet and her brain tilted and skewed, making her reach out a hand as she swayed. The bed post lended support as she waited for the universe to stop spinning. When it was down to a bearable level she started toward the bathroom, putting on a cotton robe before going in jagged lines toward her door and down the stairs. She grasped the jewel hanging around her neck and too strength from it. Everything was hazy and undefined; she figured she had lost quite a bit of blood. She laughed when she realized that this was how it must be to be drunk, only without the pain. Her thoughts were disorganized, and the worst part was that she knew they were. She dazedly went out the front door and to find help.

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Sesshoumaru finished washing the dishes and set the cloth neatly to the side until later. He straightened out a wrinkle in a pillow as he went into his living room and sat in his favorite chair. He picked up the remote on the table near his chair and turned on the TV, spotting a smudge on the screen. He rose from the overstuffed chair and sauntered into his kitchen to get glass cleaner and a cloth. He returned and carefully wiped at the imperfection on the screen, removing it and making sure to leave no streaks after. He put his utensils away in their designated places before sitting back down in his chair and taking a sip of his coffee. He impulsively noticed a magazine that was not aligned with the stack and used a fingertip to fix it. His plush green carpet and the furniture were immaculately clean. Very few adornments graced the walls, the few that did glistened cleanly. A sword hung above the mantle of the fireplace, chipped and ageing. It was the only thing he had from his father, and soon the Tetsusaiga would be up there too. On the other wall was a picture of a huge dog, having just landed and was twisting back around toward the onlooker of the picture. His red eyes glowed, his silvery white coat magnificent. The painting was obviously done by someone very talented, it was a masterpiece. The lighting gave the effect that the giant dog was going to come out of the picture and eat you. A crescent moon hung in the sky behind the dog, making the painting seem complete. Sesshoumaru surfed through the TV guide to try to find something decent to watch.

A gentle fumbling knock at the door surprised him, though he did not show it. He wondered who would be coming to see him now, it being quarter of seven. He sighed in annoyance and stood gracefully from his comfortable chair, gliding across the floor to answer it. He opened the door, expecting to see a relative or friend who would want hospitality for the evening. But the figure that stood in the doorway was neither, no, this was a surprise. Kagome shivered and swayed framed in the doorway, her eyes unfocused. A terry-cloth robe was wrapped around her, dark spots on it he recognized as bloodstains. There was a bulge in the front and a chain was visible going around her neck; the Shikon No Tama. She shifted her eyes to his and blinked hazily.

"I have a cut." She said simply, holding out her hand. At first thought it looked like she had wrapped it in some kind of dark material. Then he realized it was her flesh that was hanging like that, tattered and bloody. It dripped on the threshold into his house and spattered upon impact. He felt disgusted, not with her, but with who had done it. It was obvious that she had been visited by their pursued. He did not move for a moment, watching as she shivered and put her other hand out to grasp the doorframe, almost falling. He grabbed her shoulder to keep her from hitting the ground. He guided her into the house and saw with a hint of annoyance that she was putting bloody footprints on his perfect floor with her bare feet. He got her into the kitchen and sitting in the chair at the oak table, shaking. Her hands quaked and she was devastatingly weak from loss of blood. He got a clean dishtowel and wrapped her bleeding hand up in it, seeing in the brighter light a thin, dried cut that went horizontally across her neck. It angered him when he realized what that piece of dirt must have done to her, used her, hurt her. He almost growled when he realized what he was thinking but controlled it, getting some things to try and treat her wounds. He went into the bathroom and collected his supplies while she waited, unfeeling in his kitchen. He returned to her, the sightless stare still getting to him. He was the only one who was supposed to be able to do that and he wasn't used to seeing it.

"I hope I am not… imposing." She said in a low, toneless voice. He clenched his jaw and said nothing, tipping her head back to do what he could for the cut on her neck. He cleaned it carefully before putting antiseptic on it and two little band-aids. It covered most of the cut, which was all that was needed for the shallow wound. He noticed a few bruises on her, just starting to form into ugly black marks on her legs and arms. A rage filled him that he managed to quell, forcing his hands to stay steady and swearing silently when they disobeyed. Her hand's bleeding had finally slowed so he removed the cloth and motioned for her to stand. He brought her over to the sink and turned on the cold water gently, placing her hand under it. He held her hand there, feeling like he was holding a dead weight. The blood slowly washed away to reveal pink, ripped flesh.

"Damn." No wonder it had bled so long. The palm was cut deeply, long slits running down her fingers from that center cut. Muscles and tendons and nerves were all severed, making her hand limp and swollen. The loose flesh flapped in the cold water and must have been painful, yet she stood there unmoving, no expression on her delicate features. The robe slipped a little when he pulled her closer to the sink so her arm wasn't stretched so far. He caught a glimpse of the jewel nestled in her pearly flesh of the tops of her breasts and felt heat pool within him. He cursed and did his best to suppress the feeling, hating himself for it. She did nothing to fix the robe, not really there, and his gaze was drawn there, until he stared fixedly at her hand until he was sure it was clean. Then he put a salve on it and wrapped it gently, carefully, aware of the fact it must hurt. Still, she did not react and he began to worry.

"Kagome." Her eyes flashed and fixed to a point somewhere near his face. "Are you tired?" She nodded and let her eyes drop from his. He took her arm gently, guiding her as best he could toward the hallway and down to a spare room. She began to fall despite his steadying hand and he grabbed her, preventing it. Her body was light in his arms and he picked her up, swinging her legs up and taking her the rest of the way down the hall. He got into the room and set her softly onto the bed in a sitting position. He scrutinized the robe and saw the blood on it and cringed inside. He went quickly to his room, sighing, wondering why he was helping her. Was it an obligation to his brother? Or something else?

He rummaged through his shirts and found a large one that would cover her to her knees. He took it and made his way back to the room he had put her in down the hall from his. He entered the room and saw her eyes jump to him, fear encompassing her. Then they blanked and he knew he had lost her for the moment. He attempted to get her to stand and held her up.

"Kagome, can you change?" She did not answer. "Kagome." Her eyes did not even flitter. "I will have to do it if you do not." He was certain that would get to her but still she seemed to not comprehend, so he propped her against the bed and shakingly reached for the knot at the front of her robe. It came undone easily and he slid it off, clenching his jaw to ignore the arousal the sight of her body produced. The silver chain around her neck flowed down and was attached to the Shikon she suffered for. He lifted the large t-shirt over her head and pulled it down, careful not to touch her. Then he held her to him, feeling as another wave of heat rode through him, and pulled back the covers to the bed. He put her into it and pulled the covers up securely, willing himself to feel nothing. His famous self-control was evasive this moment and his fingers brushed back her hair out of her face tenderly. He stared into her face a moment before shaking himself and turning and leaving the room, robe in hand. The light switched off and the door closed with a sharp click, and then her eyes shut and she was asleep.

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Kagome started out of her dream and sat up quickly, her breath wheezing in and out of her lungs. She pressed her hand to her rapidly beating heart, attempting to calm it. Then the sheets around her and the clothes on her body claimed her attention, making her realize they were not familiar. Memories of the night before flooded back and made tears sting her eyes and her hand throb with remembered pain. She did not remember much after she had knocked on Sesshoumaru's door, except glimpses of him taking care of her. She wondered how she had gotten into these clothes and shuttered at a thought. She yanked back the covers and stood, her head spinning from the lack of blood. She sat back down and rubbed her temples. Her blood loss was still affecting her, so she rose slowly and started toward the door.

Her hand closed over the knob and she opened it, not sure where to go, having not seen the house last night. Her body ached with bruises and stiffness as she picked the promising looking right turn from her room. Smells of food and cooking wafted at her and she licked her lips, having never eaten supper last night. Her stomach rumbled hopefully and she entered the very clean looking kitchen. The blood from the night before was all gone, scrubbed away by obsessive hands. He was swirling something in a frying pan and glanced at her before finishing what he was doing and motioning for her to sit. She did and watched him. He handled the pan expertly, adding ingredients and mixing foods before pouring them in. Her mouth watered in anticipation.

"Do you like omelets?" He stopped and turned toward her, his blank eyes boring into hers. She blushed and played with the doily on the table. The food cooked for a moment, sizzling and spitting.

"Yes, what kind?" She said in a quiet voice, carefully projected at him. His face never changed.

"Plain, with cheddar cheese. How is your hand?" His gaze went briefly to her hand before returning to her face. She lifted the wrapped appendage.

"I haven't seen it but it hurts like a bitch." He smirked at her use of words before turning back to his job. He put the cheese in them and flipped them smoothly, letting them cook for a moment before scooping them out and putting one large, thick omelet on each plate and putting the pan back on the burner to cool.

"I'm sorry for bugging you. You were the first person I thought of, my mother was at work far from here. It never occurred to me to call her." She looked into his eyes and saw questioning, quickly replaced by nothingness. She wondered what that was.

"It's fine." Was his quick and curt answer, said between his teeth. He sat and took his napkin and placed it in his lap before picking up his fork. She did the same and watched fascinated while he neatly cut a piece of omelet and placed it carefully into his mouth, his gaze on the plate. She almost couldn't bring herself to eat in front of someone who ate so neatly, but her stomach once again reminded her of the night's events. So she dug in and ignored his looks of amusement.

"Are you starved?" He quirked an eyebrow at her and she swallowed, trying her best not to blush, failing miserably.

"I didn't eat anything for supper or lunch yesterday, and only had an orange for breakfast." She replied before stuffing another mouthful in. He neatly finished his breakfast and sipped an orange juice while she finished hers. She realized there was a pre-poured glass of orange juice next to her plate and took a few gulps. She set it down, satisfied, and sat back. His amusement had not faded, but she ignored it.

"That was wonderful. You cook very well." The amusement disappeared and his look hardened into rock. She felt emptiness at the fact that she had caused him to close up again. Was she going to have to walk on eggshells around him?

"I believe you should contact your mother and explain everything to her. I do not think you should stay there anymore, until the rapist is caught." The word rapist rang in the air around her and choked her. She forced her chin up and nodded. He pointed to a small glass table where a portable phone sat expectantly. She cleared her throat nervously. He finished putting their plates in the sink and sat back down, waiting for her to speak.

"I, don't exactly know what happened last night." It was obvious she wanted him to recount it. He folded his hands on the table, sighing. "I do know that I came here in a robe and awoke in this shirt." So that was what her problem was. She was unsure of those kind of events last night and wondered what he may have done to her. He sighed.

"You need not worry. I would not sink so low as to take advantage of someone who was not mentally stable at the moment." She frowned at him dubbing her mentally unbalanced but said nothing, relieved at his answer. "You came to my door about 6:45 p.m. You were dazed and not yourself. I did the best I would to clean and cover the cut on your neck and your wounded hand. Your hand did not stop bleeding for a long time." She raised her eyebrows at that and held up the almost blood-soaked hand. "It seems it still has not stopped and will have to be rebandaged." She nodded agreement and he went on. "After that was done you seemed about ready to faint and so I took you to the spare bedroom. Your robe was covered in blood so I gave you a shirt to wear. I asked you if you could change and you did not respond. So I changed you and put you into the bed." His words seemed like butter, flowing smoothly. She was blushing at the thought of him seeing her naked and she looked at the table for a moment. But she had one more question. He walked over and started the few dishes in the sink, cleaning them efficiently and promptly.

"Where do you suggest I stay? And for how long do you think I'll be there?" She angled down and propped herself up on her elbows, her hands clasped together on the table. His gaze rose from his dish cleaning to meet hers briefly before he turned back and continued.

"It shouldn't be for more than six months, or however long it takes to catch Inuyasha's murderer. I don't think it will be much longer than a few months, if he keeps coming after you like that. We're bound to catch him one of these times." His cool voice projected from where he was standing, back to her. "Do you have any relatives out of state you could live with?"

"No, and I don't want to leave in the middle of the school semester anyway. I have top grades and don't plan to lose them because of an asshole like Naraku." Her fists clenched on the table and she stood straight. "I'm afraid my family will be targeted next, though." Her voice sounded small and afraid when she said that, like she was begging him for an answer. He wondered why she risked her life for something as silly as a jewel with supposed powers. An uncontrollable thought popped into his head and he found himself liking the idea. She would be safe, he would rest easy, it would work.

"You mother and brother could go and live under protection for a little while, which is free, and you could stay here with me. I have plenty of room, and you could still go to school. You would be protected as long as you were with me, which may stop his attacks on you, or help us catch him." His voice sounded absurd in his mind, but he dried his hands on a towel and turned to face her. She looked shocked, then like she was going to object, then thoughtful. That jewel hung around her neck, mocking him. There was no such things as rocks with powers, he thought sneeringly.

She froze, astounded as such a stupid idea. It was on the tip of her tongue to refuse when she looked into his cold eyes and the words caught in her throat. His eyes were so cold, and so beautiful, tortured in their own way. A few times she had seen it, something… His logic made sense, her family would be safe, she would be somewhat protected without having to be in the Witness Protection Program and losing all she had worked so hard for. She would not halt her life because of that dirty bastard, and this was the perfect solution. God, how was she going to tell her mother? Her laugh was mirthless and flat.

"What?" Sesshoumaru gave her an odd look. She smiled a sad smile, not really a smile. It resonated with something deep inside of him, called to him.

"I was just thinking of what my mother is going to say when I tell her. How in the world am I going to explain that I am moving in with my dead boyfriend's brother?" She laughed in a self-mocking way and shook her head. He narrowed his eyes but saw what she was saying, it would seem a little, well, sluttish, but people could think what they wanted, it had nothing to do with that. At least, that's what he kept saying to himself.

She crossed the cold kitchen floor and picked up the telephone to call her mother. The plush rug in this room was very soft and squishy beneath her toes. She quickly picked up the portable and sat back down at the kitchen table, dialing her number. The phone picked up on the first ring.

"Kagome! Where are you? I was so worried about you!" Her mother's words were loud and angry. The profound silence at the other end left her feeling inadequate and she decided it would be better to explain it in person.

"I'm sorry mom. Some things happened, I have a lot to tell you. But I don't want to say it on the telephone. Hold on a second." She covered the mouthpiece and lifted her gaze to the silver-haired man.

"Would it be a problem if my mother came here so I can tell her in person? And maybe, you could help me?" Her voice pleaded for something else, but he fought with his brain on that point and remained impassive.

"Feel free." She flashed a smile before uncovering the mouthpiece and giving her mother directions on how to get here, asking that she bring a shirt and pair of jeans with her. Sesshoumaru marveled at how easily her mother complied with it, trusting Kagome to explain and be true. She hung up the phone after deciding to expect her mother there within twenty minutes. She turned to him with a slight smile and ruefully shook her head.

"My mother is one in a million." She sighed and met his eyes. "Just out of curiosity, where is my robe?" He had to smirk at that and went into the laundry room, returning with a clean white terry-cloth robe. It was the only nice thing she had. He handed it to her and she took it, thanking him for washing it. He did not reply but instead headed for the living room, sitting in his favorite chair. Kagome came up just as he was turning on the TV and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the table. She curled up and they watched the news, waiting for Kagome's mother. A little while later there was an unsure knock at the door and Kagome nearly jumped out of the chair to get it. She opened the door and let her mother in, taking the bag and running to the spare bedroom to change her clothes. Sesshoumaru watched as the woman studied his house. She wandered into the living room and looked around before walking directly to him and holding out a hand.

"My name is Atsuko Takahashi. Your Sesshoumaru?" He nodded and took her hand lightly in his strong grip. She stepped back and studied him now, making him feel like squirming, which was something he did NOT do. Kagome returned, looking happier now and sat on the chair she was in before. She had on hip-hugger jeans and a t-shirt that was sky blue. The Shikon was tucked into her shirt, out of view. Her mother sat opposite both of them on the couch and looked from one to the other.

"I'd really like to know why you're here, why your hand is wrapped up, and why you didn't call me, please." Kagome gave her a tight smile before taking a deep breath.

"Mom, do you remember the bruise I had from falling off a bike about a month ago?" Her mother nodded patiently. "It wasn't from that. A man, his name is Naraku, he did it." Kagome closed her eyes and her mother's eyes clouded with worry, but she stayed silent. "Grandfather made me the keeper of the jewel, and this Naraku lunatic wants it. He… hit me, and then he…" her throat closed up and she couldn't continue for a moment. Her mother's eyes widened in understanding and she stood, taking swift strides to envelope her daughter in a hug. Kagome just concentrated on breathing until she was okay and pulled out of her mothers embrace, bringing her back over to sit. She returned to her own chair and thought before speaking, making each word come out slow and deliberate.

"Naraku has, molested, me many times. He found out about my and Inuyasha's relationship and told me to stop seeing him. I did not and he killed Inuyasha, mom. It was no accident, Sesshoumaru was on the phone with him when it happened." She looked to Sesshoumaru to fill in the details and he directed his gaze to her stricken mother. He sighed and took a breath.

"He had called me to see about helping Kagome. I heard him say someone pushed him off the road, and heard them talking. A gunshot went off and then he picked up the cell phone and talked directly to me. He said it was the end, or just the beginning." Slowly this information sank home in Mrs. Higurashi's mind and she quivered.

"Last night I was paid a visit by Naraku." Her mother looked shocked and put her hand over her heart. "He had a knife this time, and cut me here," She pulled back her shirt to reveal the slit on her neck, "And here." She held out her bandaged hand and started to undo it. The bandage fell away to reveal her brutalized hand and Atsuko gasped aloud, her fist clenched. Sesshoumaru rose and went to get material to redress her hand with. He made her wash it off again and put more of the salve on it, Mrs. Higurashi watching helplessly from the sidelines. Kagome thanked Sesshoumaru and they went silent for a moment. Finally Kagome spoke again.

"I must have been delirious, and I came here because it was the first place I thought of."

Sesshoumaru felt his heart clench. He was the first one she thought of. He didn't know why it got to him, but it did, as much as he denied it.

"I didn't even think to call you, I'm sorry. But Sesshoumaru took care of me and let me sleep in the extra bedroom. I came here in my robe." Everything connected in Atsuko's mind and she nodded at her daughter. There was something else though…

"Mom?" She knew it. Kagome didn't wait for her to answer. "You have to go into the Witness Protection Program for a while, you and Souta. Sesshoumaru is a detective and is on this case, he is going to catch that bastard. But I can't take the chance of you getting hurt in the meantime. What if he were to after either of you? I would blame myself if something happened to you or Souta." Her mother smiled sadly and nodded in understanding.

"Okay, Kagome. We will get into it, because it sounds like this guy is a lunatic and will stop at nothing. If it will help catch him and help you, we will do it. But what are you going to do?" Now Kagome hesitated. This would look bad no matter how it was smoothed over. But it could be necessary to catching Naraku.

"I will stay with Sesshoumaru in hopes of drawing him here. It will keep you safe and me protected also. Sesshoumaru is a very proper gentleman and not the type to… do anything. This is how it has to be." Kagome finished. Her mother looked ready to object but instead shut her mouth and searched Kagome's face for weakness. Her daughter's determined look threw her and she realized her little girl had the right to make this decision. She was, after all, 18 three months ago. She rose and walked over and stood in front of Sesshoumaru, scrutinizing his face. He was too cold and uncaring for her taste, but if it was necessary, it may be better. She studied him closely, making Kagome nervous. Finally she smiled and laid a hand lightly on Sesshoumaru's.

"If it's necessary… But I hope you two realize the consequences of this? What people will think?" Sesshoumaru nodded and Kagome just stood there, waiting. "You had better make sure nothing happens to her." She said, tears rolling down her face. She patted his hand and headed for the door, checking over her shoulder to make sure Kagome was following. She turned in the doorway and looked back at Sesshoumaru, who had gotten up and followed them to politely escort them out.

"Take good care of her, won't you?" He nodded and she smiled again through tears before heading toward the car. Kagome lingered a moment. Finally she said what was on her mind.

"Thank you, Sesshoumaru. I'll be back in a few hours. Then with your help we can work out the details of the WPP?" He looked disinterested and nodded.

"I'll be here, but I have to check a few things at work later, so not before 2." He turned and shut the door on her, making her shake her head. This was going to be difficult, that was for sure.

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AN: well, and there is that chappie. I got pretty dark in that one, huh? But I think I made up for it with future events. He he, Sesshy and Kagome living together, heh. Could be fun, but I'm not saying nothing. Please review and tell me how I am doing. I, for once, think my writing came out pretty well. Usually it doesn't, but this chapter is okay.

There will be more bad parts in this story, but I have to let up here and there, it will have good parts. I hope you like it.

RyuuAngel

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