InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Problem ❯ Curiosity Killed the Cat ( Chapter 6 )

Quote: If I only had a little humility, I'd be perfect. - Ted Turner (this one goes out to my dear Sesshoumaru)

A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.- Herm Albright (and this one to Kagome)

 

I don't own Inuyasha. If I did, I wouldn't be trying to steal it. That clears that.

 

Chapter 6: Curiosity Killed the Cat

 

 

There were many questions buzzing around in my brain, most of which involved the taiyoukai beside me. I wanted to know many things from what he was doing with a spell on him to what he and Inuyasha had been talking about yesterday morning. I admit, I was curious about him, then again I've always been. Sesshoumaru is a figure to be noted and it's hard to miss that about him - especially if you've been on the receiving end of his attacks.

When I had first met Inuyasha, I had thought him a relatively simple person, someone predictable. With time, I had learned my mistake. With Sesshoumaru, I never made the mistake. From the beginning, it was obvious that there was no overestimating the guy. You could never know what to expect. He made it so. So then, did I really have a right to deem it impossible for him to get along with a human, even if that human happened to be me?

And plus, I already knew that he could get along with a human, though the extent of that I could not safely guess at, because I already knew about Rin. Rin was human and she travelled with him, most of the time anyway. I didn't know much about Rin, I'd only seen her once, and even then she had been mostly unconscious. I was more than just a little curious about her. But I knew, that when it came down to it, she was a human child and that made her a vulnerable target for the world. The fact that she happened to be travelling with one of the most infamous demons of the time only put her more out there. It was inarguable that at some point or other Sesshoumaru must have come to her rescue; in fact, I had seen him at it that night over a year ago. This had to be proof that he valued her and her life.

So, here's what I had down thus far: on the one hand, there was the Sesshoumaru who was cold and brutally to the point. The Sesshoumaru who made it his job to constantly torture Inuyasha at every opportunity and was almost desperately in want of Tetsusaiga. Then again, on the other hand, we had the other Sesshoumaru, the one that kept a human ward and carried Tensaiga and knew how to use it. But which was the real Sesshoumaru? I honestly didn't know. I vaguely wondered, what would happen if I were to start singing “Would the real Sesshoumaru please stand up, please stand up, please stand up!”

Uh…I'm crazy, don't ask. Anyway.

At least one thing was for sure, that whichever one of them was the real one, it was obvious that neither was set on letting me in on the secret.

Sigh…sometimes there is just no helping in.

But still, I was free to wonder on in my own head.

We spent the day in silence, me content with just listening to music (not Eminem), and I guess Sesshoumaru with the sound of his own breathing. I really didn't know. Another thing I didn't know was what he was thinking. But that's nothing new.

So I knew we were going to go get his ward and retainer - which I suppose was the green…thing, Jaken - but I didn't know when we would be getting there. But I could be patient at times, and this was one of those times. After all, technically speaking, we should be reaching them sometime tomorrow as we were expected back at Kaede's at the end of the week.

I decided to spend much of my time thinking on Sesshoumaru and Rin (there wasn't much to wonder at when it came to Jaken). I wondered what they're relationship was like. I guess I would see that soon enough; this was partly why I was being so quiet for the moment. I wondered what kind of person Rin was. She had seemed so open and cute when I had last seen her. But then again that had been over a year ago and the whole meeting had lasted mere minutes. It was hardly enough grounds to be able to judge her character. I was really curious and knew just the source to get the information from. The question was, would my stiff of a source be willing to give up the information.

Lunch was a quiet business as much of the day had been after our latest confrontation. We didn't spend much time on it anyway as I wasn't really all that hungry and settled for just an apple and a banana. This was more of a break from walking. And I suppose, if I got really hungry later on, I would just eat a sandwich as we walked; I still had a couple of PB&J ones left.

As I had feared, sometime around two in the afternoon it began to rain and I had to rely on my umbrella to keep me dry. I supposed that if I had already used (stupidly) an mp3 player and a flashlight in front of Sesshoumaru, an umbrella wouldn't exactly be that much of shock. I don't think Sesshoumaru's stupid; he must have already figured out I was from some odd place seeing as he had difficulty believing I was from Inuyasha's forest. Oh well, it was best to just ignore the topic altogether.

But with the subject of the weather on my mind, I was reminded of one little fact that I had completely undermined if not outright ignored. In our last ...ahem… `conversation', when we had been trying to strike up a deal that would allow us to survive the course of the spell, I had told Sesshoumaru what I had wanted from him. The thing I had forgotten about though, was what Sesshoumaru now expect from me. It was granted that he wanted more respect from my end and I couldn't really argue with that. But what if he wanted other things, things that I couldn't give way to with a right conscious?

Then again, if there really were other things, wouldn't he have already stated them? That was his style, after all, straight to the point. As a compromise between my conscience and my fear, I decided to ask him about that when I was allowed to ask him more questions. Unless, that is, he brought the subject up himself. But I highly doubted that.

Sometime in the afternoon, I turned off my player, finally tired of hearing the same songs over and over again (I didn't have a big collection on it to begin with). Of course, that meant that soon after I found the pressure of the silence weighing on me once more. I wished I felt comfortable enough to talk to Sesshoumaru as freely as I normally did with most others, but in all honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk getting chocked again. But if I were to be fair, I had sort of goaded him into attacking me by not showing the respect that I would have normally paid him. I was just short tempered lately what with my current situation and all. Chained to a moody but hot youkai, who wouldn't be unnerved?

Perhaps I should try it again, talking to Sesshoumaru I mean, this time without any snide remarks from me. Sesshoumaru may normally come off as cold and bloodthirsty, but honestly, deep down inside, he was probably nothing but a big old softy. He kept Rin around, didn't he? Maybe, just like Inuyasha, his bark was worse than his bite.

…

Okay, for someone that has seen him fighting, I really shouldn't be even thinking like this.

Sigh…

During my lucid states of mind, I didn't really believe what I had just said, about Sesshoumaru being a softy. I wasn't dense…okay, not that dense, anyway. But I knew that he was a reasonable creature as he had demonstrated by striking up the deal. Maybe then, if I were respectable, there was an actual chance for a nice civilized talk.

Knowing that I wouldn't ever actually know the answer to that, and still determined to learn more about Sesshoumaru, I decided to speak up. I already knew what I wanted to talk about.

“Uh…Sesshoumaru?” I tried tentatively.

Sesshoumaru continued walking without a pause as though he hadn't even heard me. I tried not to grumble and actually focussed on what was bothering him.

Right, I knew it, the whole respect his `station' thing. Now, by that did he mean his station as a ruler of the western lands, or possibly a mythical creature that shouldn't even logically be in existence right now? I decided to go with the first option just to be safe.

“Right, sorry, I mean, Sesshoumaru-sama.” Wow…not even a hint of sarcasm.

I was spared a glance though we both continued to walk. Alright, so that's about as much of an acknowledgement as I could have expected.

“Right,” I said again, slightly nervous after having been silent for so long. “Well, I was just wondering, Rin, what's she like?”

There, it was out there. Not quite as safe a subject as the weather but we all can remember how that one ended. Though he continued to walk, Sesshoumaru actually turned his neck to look at me, what I thought was a pondering look on his face.

“I mean, you know, I was just wondering,” I babbled, immediately feeling the effects of his stare.

“It's been said,” Sesshoumaru answered calmly, surprising me by the act, his eyes turning back to the road, “that she is quite like you.”

I stopped mid step, unsure of what to make of this. When I saw that Sesshoumaru hadn't stopped for me, I ran to catch up, quickly asking, “Really? Like who?”

Who out there had met both me and Rin and was able to say that we were alike (I still didn't know in what way they meant though). I also made a mental note to myself that so far, Sesshoumaru was sticking to our deal and actually answering me. I was glad that he was.

Once more, Sesshoumaru glanced nonchalantly at me before going back to the road. “I believe a hanyou medicine maker to the east.”

Again I stopped, remembering an old friend of mine with bulging eyes and a very kind heart. “Jinenji?” I asked, again running to catch up. I noticed then that if I didn't stop, I could keep the same pace as Sesshoumaru without any extra exertion on my part.

“The very same,” was Sesshoumaru's reply.

So Jinenji had met Rin? And he thought we were similar? And Sesshoumaru allowed Rin to stay with him? I decided to probe further. “Well, how are we the same?”

“I did not ask for the particulars of the hanyou's comments.”

Okay, there was still another way to branch off here. “…Right,” I said, watching Sesshoumaru with a half smile, knowing what my next question would be. “So then, that's what Jinenji says. I want your opinion, if I may.”

Either he had known I would go there, or this was the honest answer, for his response came quickly and easily. “Though the two of you seem to excel equally when it comes to talking about nonsense,” Sesshoumaru answered in a dispassionate tone, “I believe Rin has a greater appreciation for rank than yourself.”

Hmm, I rather liked that answer; it was longer than ten seconds and didn't involve the removal of my head in any sense. Plus, the jibe against me was so minimal that it was hardly worth counting.

“I see,” I said, making sure to keep my current thoughts to myself in order to steer clear of an onslaught. “Interesting, I guess.”

My response was a non-committal sound from Sesshoumaru.

“Okay, so then,” I was sure he knew what I wanted to ask though nothing in his posture or countenance changed, “how did you two meet?”

He was silent for a few minutes, as though wondering whether he should answer me or not. Then he very casually said, “That is not a question I deem necessary to answer.”

I sighed, having not really expected him to answer. “Yeah, I didn't think you would.”

Once more I was spared a glance, one less haughty than usual, though no less inquisitive.

“Thanks anyway, though,” I felt obligated to add.

He considered my words for a few seconds, then decided to ask, “What are you thanking me for?”

I didn't think it would be a good idea to say that I doubted him actually sticking to his word, so I modified the answer and said, “For telling me about Rin. I'm really curious about her.”

“Why?”

“Uh…well, I mean I know she's human and all,” I answered rather lamely, slightly caught by surprise by his continuation of the conversation.

“And you are surprised that I freely allow her to stay with me.” It was a statement rather than a question.

I shrugged; I had never doubted Sesshoumaru's intelligence. “Yep.”

My `odd' answer earned yet another glance from the demon lord beside me but he chose not to comment any further. I decided to continue; so far, I was still alive.

“Since I don't suppose you're in the mood to tell me that, I have another question for you.”

I waited for any signs of resistance but received none.

“Today morning, when we were…talking, I told you what I wanted. You never said what you wanted from me.”

I was going into shaky grounds here, but I really wanted to know. Plus, I thought it would be fair of me to do something for him in return. I didn't mind cooperating.

Sesshoumaru seemed to be considering his answer, and I thought that he was trying to choose what a human could possibly give him - other than the satisfaction of dying at his hands. I suddenly stopped this train of thought and mentally chided myself; I had no right to think like that about Sesshoumaru anymore. Really I don't think I gave the guy enough credit.

“I know there isn't much that I can do for you,” I said hesitantly, not knowing if it was my place to talk, “but I wouldn't mind repaying the favour.”

Finally Sesshoumaru stopped, casting a glance about the small clearing that we stood in and the small cave that was to the side of it. I too stopped, wondering what was important enough to make him stop. “There's a river not too far away from here,” he said and I wondered how that could possibly be related. “We shall rest here for the night.”

I was surprised; I hadn't even realised that the sun was setting what with the rain clouds and our conversation. I looked around at the small cave opening; it was just small enough to seem cozy in the dying sun and gave off a sense of safety from the rest of the forest as though it was a private little corner that no one would intrude upon. Not to mention that it was satisfyingly dry and full of twigs that could be used for a fire. I smiled at it.

“As for my requests,” Sesshoumaru's quiet voice glided across toward me and I turned back to him, feeling slightly nervous again. He was watching me unwaveringly, his face almost carefully blank. “I have questions of my own.”

The smile was fading from my face as my mind turned serious again. What questions would he have to ask from me? I didn't really know what to say to that, so I settled for a quiet `oh'. I lead the way into the cave and I put down my backpack against the cave wall and quickly gathered some wood for a fire before I turned back to face Sesshoumaru.

He had followed me into the cave and was now sitting across from my backpack, his eyes still on me.

Argh! Blink dammit! BLINK!

“Ahem,” I said in a very composed voice, trying to get the fire going, “So, what did you want to know?”

Was it just my imagination or was he smirking at me again? I tried not to show my annoyance. “You shall know when I choose to ask.”

I stared at him, my eyes wide; he was messing with me on purpose!

“If you continue to gawk so,” Sesshoumaru said in that same maddeningly calm tone of his, “Your face shall be more disfigured than it already is.”

…

…

…why that little son of a -

I snapped my jaws shut, choosing to pretend that I was totally calm and collect. “Right, well, just to let you know, there are a few things I won't be answering you.”

There wasn't a trace of the smirk left on Sesshoumaru's face and I was left to wonder when it had had a chance to disappear so completely. “Specifically questions relating to your origins,” Sesshoumaru said, “I do not doubt.”

Wow, he was…quick. No use beating about the bush then. “Yep. Glad we're on the same boat here.”

Sesshoumaru just continued to sit stonily across from me, his eyes ablaze with the light of the growing fire.

The rest of the night was spent in a terse silence as neither of us seemed to want to talk to the other. Of course, I can't honestly say that I remember a time that Sesshoumaru wanted to talk to me. And even though I still had many more questions to ask, I didn't feel particularly up to it. I knew that that would lead to him asking me questions and I didn't know if I was ready for that. Although, in all fairness, he would probably have asked me what he wanted anyway if he really wanted to. In any case, I knew I had enough time for questioning later and didn't want to spend my time at the moment doing that. I had already had an especially long day, and with all the jogging that I had had to do in the morning, I was feeling pretty tired - as predicted.

I wonder, maybe I have some psychic abilities. Perhaps the right career for me would be a fortune teller. I mean, you never know, I could maybe then be able to predict whether it will be raining that day and wouldn't have to risk the chance of getting choked. Then again, none of the college application forms that I had seen had fortune telling as an option.

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When I woke up, it was still pretty dark, though the gleam of light at the very corners of the sky was undeniable. It was colder today morning than any of the other days since it had been raining all through the night and everything was still damp. Though, thankfully, the rain had come to a stop now and, judging by the dispersing clouds, today promised to be a nice, sunny day.

The fire beside me had gone out some time during the night, only adding to the coldness that was already seeping through my bones. I shivered uncontrollably for a few minutes before I had the time to reach into my backpack for an extra sweater which I quickly pulled on over my head. Once that was done, I rubbed my nose, hoping to force back some life into it; it felt like a chunk of ice at the end of my face.

Deciding that the whole exercise was rather hopeless, I pulled out my lighter and looked for some more twigs to light a new fire with. Once more, I found that a pile of twigs had been arranged ready for use not too far away from where my fire had burned through the night. I found myself staring at it confusedly.

Yesterday, I had supposed that the pile of wood had been the remains of my own original scouting. But even then there had seemed to be too much of it. But I hadn't spent much time wondering over it as I had been unsure and the mysterious presence had chosen to come forth soon after. Now, however, I was sure that I hadn't gathered any wood since there had been enough within the cave. But then…where had this new pile arrived from?

A new thought struck me then. It was morning. The possible spell caster, I'd only felt his presence in the morning and I had felt it every morning since I'd learnt about the spell. Would it be coming today too?

As though he could give me the answer, I turned to look at Sesshoumaru. I didn't know if he was actually asleep or not, but by the looks of it, he seemed to be out of it. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow and even - of course, that wasn't any different than normal. But he looked peaceful and relaxed which would never happen if he was actually awake. In the end, I decided to write him off as asleep since I had no real reason not too. Plus, it was still pretty early in the morning. I was surprised that I was awake.

Still suspicious of the kindling, I used as few of them as possible to light my fire and spent a few minutes enjoying the warmth that it brought to me. I stared into it, liking the flecks of gold and blue that mixed in with the orange and red. It was a beautiful mixture of colours. As I continued to stare into the flames, I realised not for the first time that I liked fire; it was beautiful and warm, useful and handy, but at the same time, dangerous. It had a vague sense of familiarity and comfort that was always shadowed by the fact that it could turn wild and burn down your whole house or the forest depending on where you were at the time. The very thing that comforted and warmed you was the source of a great threat towards you. It was a paradox.

I smiled at my own philosophical thoughts, very much inclined to laugh at my own silliness, but choosing to just smile.

Judging by the now light blue tones on the horizon, dawn was fast approaching. No doubt, if Sesshoumaru were to wake up and find me awake, he'd want to get a head start on the day. But I wasn't tired enough to go to bed, and I was half mindful of the fact that I would rather go along with him anyway (I think we were starting to make some progress when it came to the whole not killing each other issue). I decided that maybe it was best to get some breakfast going and generally gear up for the day to hurry things along.

I remembered Sesshoumaru saying that there was a river nearby and decided that I should go get some water for the rest of the day, though the morning was way too cold to take a bath. Making breakfast could wait till I got back. Silently, I dug through my bag and pulled out a few water bottles to fill. Stepping out of the cave mouth, I spent a minute trying to decide which way the river was but I could easily hear the gentle babbling of the water somewhere behind the cave from where I stood.

The morning was quiet and peaceful, but I could hardly bring myself to relax when I half expected to sense the presence with every step. Now that I was out of the cozy confines of the cave, I was starting to feel wary again, not that I was any less curios about the spell caster. Finally, at some fifteen feet or so away from the cave's mouth, I could just make out the slivery blue line of the river through the thick wall of trees. I made to head over to it, but stopped suddenly when a familiar feeling took hold of me. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared, but it was definitely the presence of the spell caster. Something caught my attention from the right and cautiously, I turned in my spot to see what it was.

It took a lot of discerning, but I decided that it was a floating, glimmering light. I know, I was thrown off as well. I mean, it's weird enough for an average girl to be thrown five hundred years into the past through the family well. Even weirder for the girl to discover that she was the reincarnation of a priestess and now had to travel with a half-demon to hunt down and protect pieces of an ancient jewel from fantasy from other demons and humans and everything in between. You would think that at this point, a floating, glimmering light would be considered something normal in that girl's life, but what can I say, I can have difficulty adjusting.

I blinked, looked at the light, rubbed my eyes, then looked again. There it was, clear as day in the half dark of the very early morning, a floating, glimmering light. There was no doubting it - unless I was hallucinating which I really wasn't prone to doing. I heard a dull clunk and looked down to see that I had dropped my water bottles in my shock. Then something else struck me - the strength of the presence pulsed with the same beat that the light glimmered.

My mouth gaping open, I made the only conclusion that sounded even slightly realistic. The presence came from the light. With a sense of excitement, I took a step toward it, not even stopping to think what I was doing. Here it was, the answer to my questions, not ten feet away from me. Can you say zealous much?

But as I took a step forward, the light retreated backward. I stopped immediately, not wanting to drive it away. I didn't know what it was, but a sense of urgency had taken over me, I needed to get to the bottom of this. But even though I had stopped, the light continued to glide backwards. Almost without my own accord, I began to walk after it, trying my best to keep it within sight.

The forest around me was silent and hushed, but then again, perhaps I had tuned it all out. I couldn't even hear the sound of the running water anymore, nor could I hear any birds singing anywhere nearby.

I followed silently behind the wavering light, certain that it was the origin of the feeling that had disturbed me the past two mornings. It moved on steadily through the forest, so that soon I had to switch into a light jog. I knew that I was bordering on, if not already passing, the twenty yard berth that I was given by the spell, but I couldn't stop to worry over it. I wanted to see who had been capable of casting this spell on Sesshoumaru and see if there was anyway to persuade him or her - or it, come to think - to lift it.

Jumping over a rock, I suddenly stopped, realising that the light had, without my noticing it, flickered completely out. How, I don't know. Hesitantly, I took a few steps forward, my eyes glued on the spot where I had last seen the light. I was sure they were still here, I could feel their presence, that tell-tale tingling of my senses once more putting me on guard; it felt stronger than before, possibly even more unsettling than before. I was on the brinks of walking into a small clearing when I was suddenly held back by the undeniable pressure of a hand on my right shoulder.

I would have jumped a hundred feet into the air were it not for the presence of the hand that held me in place. And I would have screamed, but just as I opened my mouth, a second hand crept forth from behind me to clamp tightly and efficiently over my mouth, successfully stifling my scream. My heart thundering in my chest, I began to fight against the force that held me back, but stopped almost immediately as I recognized the sleeve of the hand over my mouth. The dual stripes on Sesshoumaru's arm did little to calm me down, making anger replace the sudden fear that had over taken me. How dare he scare me like that?!

I wanted to turn around and give him a peace of my mind (who did he think he was stopping me when I was so close to getting to the bottom of this? was he really that conceited?), and I would have gladly done so were it not for his ever present hold on me. It was amazing how he could limit my actions so much by exerting so little effort. I felt him shift behind me, leaning down until his mouth was levelled with my left ear; I was too wrung up to stop to think on his proximity.

“Quiet,” he said in a low voice that barely reached my ear. Then he lifted the hand that he had held over my mouth and pointed to the sides of the clearing. I felt the blood in my veins that had been on the verge of boiling seconds ago run cold.

If I had been anyone else, my knees would have given in the moment I saw the countless, ominously red eyes that glowed in the semi dark of the morning on the edges of the clearing. I would have lost balance and would have relied on Sesshoumaru to keep me from sagging to the ground. Instead, in a miraculous show of control, I only let out a shaky gasp, knowing that had I walked into that clearing I would have met my imminent death. Even if we were in an alternate universe and Sesshoumaru had decided to come to my rescue, there were enough demons hidden in those trees to have killed me before he could even make a move towards me.

His point across, I felt Sesshoumaru's hand leave my shoulder, immediately feeling unbalanced, and he stepped away from me. Dumbly, in a daze, I turned to Sesshoumaru, my eyes possibly wider than Jaken's. After all, I had quite ignorantly nearly run to my own death, I was allowed to feel comatose at the moment.

Sesshoumaru stared down at me, his eyes burning with possibly anger at having to have to stop me from killing myself. I didn't question how he had gotten here, knowing that the spell would have inevitably started dragging him (asleep or not) once I had stepped out of the sixty foot berth. But I did wonder, vaguely, why I had been saved. Wouldn't it have been easier to have just let me die? It wouldn't even have been his fault. Without so much as a word, Sesshoumaru had turned and was walking back towards our campground. Not wanting to be left alone with a herd of blood thirsty demons, I followed him as quietly as I could.

A new thought struck me, one that I had been too stunned to grasp before; someone, that light, had just been leading me to my death. And I had followed it without a question. I felt the beginnings of shame steal over me, growing the more I thought on the folly of my actions. I had been stupid to follow an unknown guide so blindly; I hadn't even had my bow and arrows with me. Was I really so stupid that I could be tricked this easily? But then again, why? Why would a floating light (I was too preoccupied to come up with any better titles for it) want to kill me? For the jewel shards? Better yet, was the light really the origin of the presence that Sesshoumaru had said was behind the spell? If yes, why had it tried to lead me to my death?

That thought brought more fear to me than the sight of the demons waiting to kill me. If the spell caster wanted me dead, there could be only one reason why it had cast the spell on Sesshoumaru.

I stopped in my tracks, forcing myself to remember that this was Sesshoumaru that we were talking about; if the only thing that kept him from his freedom was my life, I would already be six feet - maybe even sixteen feet - under. Heck, I should probably be dead anyway. Odd as it was, that thought restored some of my vigour; at least I could be sure that my death wasn't all that imminent as it would have been if the spell caster indeed wanted me dead. With a sigh, I began to walk again, running to place myself just by Sesshoumaru.

I glanced up at Sesshoumaru, wanting to see a clue as to what was going on through his head. Perhaps then I would know something about what was going on. I was given no clues, not that I had really expected anything.

But as my eyes lingered on his face, he must have sensed them, and so, after another one of his languid blinks, he turned his golden eyes onto me. Immediately I felt my face turn red with shame, surprise, and guilt, my eyes wide as saucers yet again, only now coming to a realisation.

Sesshoumaru had in actuality just saved my life, if not from the spell caster then from the demons.

And I had been cursing him ignorantly as he did so.

I dropped my gaze, unable to meet with those eyes that seemed to see so thoroughly through me any longer. I tried not to think on the fact that this marked the second time (remember Mokutsu?) that Sesshoumaru had consciously saved my life even if his motives were those other than my well being. Why was the world so unpredictable?!

 

 

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I know what you're thinking, and believe me, I thought that Rin would be coming in this chapter too. But I started having too much fun with their conversation and didn't have the heart to edit it out. But I promise, next chapter, we'll have our first view of Rin.

I don't how many times I should say thanks in order to make up for the gratitude that I feel for all your reviews. I can't believe so many of you like my story. I feel so happy. I'm doing my best to keep Sesshoumaru in check cause I know I'll lose interest in the story if I don't. I love the Sesshoumaru that's in the anime and that's how I want him in my story. I only wish I had him in real life too. Actually, I don't really, cause I'd be afraid of him catching fire or getting wet since he'd be made of paper, but you get the idea. Anyway, just continue with the reviews and I'll do my best to keep up my end of the deal. After all, who really needs to study math and physics when there are fanfics to be written?

Oh, last night, I was reading this fanfic (no idea what it's called at this point) and it was really, really good. One thing that got to me though, was that the author cut Sesshoumaru's hair. Sure, it was a practical decision, but still. I still think the author was very brave to do it though as I'm sure many people will dislike him/her just for that. If you guys want to read it, it's in my favourites and was updated last night. I really don't remember the name and I'm too lazy to go check.

Note to fellow Canadians:

Alright guys, I wanted to get this update in before the election as I had a special election time notice to send out. Don't worry, I'm not about to tell you who to vote for, I would never in a million years do that and hate those who do it. My vote is my choice and it's confidential. But, at the risk of sounding annoying, I just wanted to urge all of you who are old enough to vote (18 and above) to go out there and do it because it is very important that you do. Remember, your vote will determine the style of your living for the next five years, if not more. And another thing, remember to vote responsibly. This election time is my first time voting, (I turned 18 in October) and I'm intending to put my vote to good use even though I practically hate all three major candidates. I just know I won't be basing my vote on any of their campaign commercials as I find them all to be very unprofessional and degrading of both my country and my intelligence. So, please, remember this Monday, January 23/06.

Anyway, adieu!