Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tournament Of Hell ❯ Volume One, Chapter One: Meet 'N Greet ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Kawaii Youkai 
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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.02.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 539 | Status: Completed
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Tournament of Hell
Volume One: Chapter One
Meet 'n Greet
Kagome placed a cool washrag on the kitsune’s forehead. He was still unconscious, and Kagome knew she had to let him rest. She was a bit confused though. Why was he here; in her time? Although Kagome didn’t know why that was, and why he attacked her, she knew that he was her little kitsune son, and he should be treated as such. With care. She would learn what she needed when he awoke, but until then she would have to be content to be in the dark about it.
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Inu Yasha huffed.
Kagome would be gone for four days, and he knew the kitsune brat would drive him mad until she returned. He leaned back against the wooden frame of the Bone Eater’s Well and sighed.
It would be a long four days.
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The kitsune twitched in his sleep, his face contorting in an odd way. Anguish was written on his features as he dreamed. He was recalling it. He remembered what had happened, and who had done it. That face would forever haunt his dreams.
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“Otou-sama?” a small voice asked.
Shippou looked down at his son, almost seven years old now, and a small smile flecked about his lips in a small humourous way. “Yes son?” he replied, his eyes dancing with all the love he felt for this small child he had created and brought to life.
“Why do I have to hide my tail and my paws when I go to school?”
Shippou’s face seemed to fall a fraction, but he continued to look at his son with all of the love he possessed. “Because, it would cause people to be afraid of you and accuse you of things you did not do.” Shippou’s memories went to Inu Yasha, almost over five hundred years ago, when hanyous were persecuted by both demon and human like just for being born.
“Why?”
“You know about your demonic heritage, ne?” Shippou asked his child.
“Hai.”
Shippou sighed and looked down at his son’s bed sheet, toying them in his sharp claws, careful not to break the thin fabric. “Because a long, long time ago, demons were thought of as monsters, no matter how nice or kind we were. Or at least, most humans thought us to be like that.”
Shippou’s son looked up at him confused, “But if they knew about us so long ago, why don’t they know that we’re here now?”
Shippou almost laughed, but he just smiled. “There are people -humans- that know of our existence, but they don’t say anything. It is for our protection, even if we may be stronger than them one on one, they outnumber us full demons one hundred and fifty-to-one, and hanyous fifty-to-one. The ones that don’t know, forgot many years ago how to see through a demon’s glamour. They now think of us as myths, or even fairy-tails.” Shippou’s son nodded in understanding.
“Is that why Koji-kun doesn’t show his ears?” he asked. Now Shippou laughed, “Yes, that is why young Koji doesn’t show his wolf ears.” Shippou’s thoughts strayed to the young ookami hanyou, his son’s best friend.
There was a polite knock on the door, and Shippou turned smiling to it.
His smile evaporated as he saw who stood there. His face turned the color of sour milk, and he breath caught in his throat. He felt bile rising up in his trachea as he stared at the carcass that hung from a long spear-point. His mate Kasai hung limp. Dead bloodshot eyes stared at him, lifeless.
“MOMMY!!” His son yelled, tears escaping his eyes as he clawed through his bed sheets and almost his father as he trued to reach his mother. Shippou held his son’s arms to his sides and made him turn away from the terrible scene that was before him.
“Hello, fox,” a sinister voice echoed through the hallways, and Shippou’s heart skipped a beat, terror clinging at his chest.
Naraku stepped though the doorway and looked at Kasai sadistically, licking his lips. Shippou’s hands trembled as he looked at a ghost as he knew it. They had killed Naraku almost five hundred years ago, or at least, Inu Yasha had. He had seen the death-blow with his own eyes, yet Naraku stood there before his very eyes, and very much alive.
“Well, well,” Naraku grinned evilly, “Look at what the cat dragged in. If it isn’t the baby fox all grown up.” He looked at the child in Shippou’s arms, “And even with a kit of his own.” Shippou clutched his son tighter against his body, and his son sniffed at the smell of his mother’s blood. The scent of sandalwood was heavy on her, as though it seeped from the inside out.
“Otou-sama.”
Shippou did not take his eyes away from Naraku, but answered, “Yes, Kuranai?” “Mommy was supposed to get home earlier.” Shippou stiffened as he realized this. This was why she had been late. He could smell the bastard’s seed inside his mate. He had raped Kasai. It was evident, if not by the way she smelled, then by the triumphant look on Naraku’s face.
It took all of Shippou’s willpower not to attack the spider hanyou right then and there, killing the bastard yet again.
Naraku threw Kasai off of the spear, and gave the blade a light lick, tasting the blood of the vixen youkai. Shippou felt rage like he had never hd before, he struggled with himself to not kill the bastard in front of his son, feeling that Kuranai had seen enough bloody murder and death on that night.
Shippou growled deep in his throat, and Naraku smiled at him, all the while licking the blade. Shippou snarled, “You filthy scum!” Naraku grinned at Shippou as the kitsune charged. Naraku’s sadistic grin stayed present on his face as he said, “Ah, ah. Tut-tut little fox. Bad things happen when you leave the kits all alone.”
Shippou stopped in mid-stride halfway across the room. He felt his stomach plummet, and he turned fearfully to look at where his son had laid on his bed.
Kuranai still sat on the bed, looking about the room scared.
Shippou looked back at Naraku too late. He felt the spear glide through his lower torso with ease, only to be pulled out slowly and painfully. When it finally was released from his body, Shippou placed his hands over the wound, as though trying to stop it from bleeding.
“DADDY!” Kuranai screamed. Tears flowed from his eyes as he watched his father fall to the floor, blood seeping from the wound.
“Kuranai.....” Shippou said softly, he coughed, and blood seeped from his mouth. He turned to look at his son, and Kuranai cried out to him. “Kuranai, you must.... you must use it now! Get..... get away from here...... Kuranai!” Naraku frowned at the fox, “You’re making too much racket, kit. DIE!” Naraku brought his foot down on Shippou’s head, and with a sickening crunch, Shippou fell limp and the life light faded from his eyes as he died.
Karunai stared at the dead body of his father. Shock caved in around the young kit, and Kuranai stopped crying.
The tears just stopped.
Karunai reached for his necklace that was on the night stand, but before he could do anything, everything went faded out and went black.
%2%2% End Dream Sequence %2%2%
Kagome rushed over to where the kitsune lay, and she held him as he whimpered in his sleep, rocking him back and forth like she did when he was little. If only she knew that this wasn’t her son, but her son’s son.
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“Boton.......”
“............”
“Boton.....!”
“............”
“BOTON!”
Boton rushed into the room, wind following her as she ran.
“Yes, Koenma sir?” she panted, a little out of breath. As she looked to where Koenma’s desk was, she giggled. Koenma sat in his chair with his arms crossed and a vein poking out of his forehead. Across from him was an annoyed looking kitsune with a stamp of approval right in the middle of his face.
“Would you mind telling me exactly HOW this kitsune died!?” Koenma said crossly, annoyance flashing across his face as he nearly dropped his pacifier out of his mouth. “Hmm, let’s see,” Boton replied, pulling out a little notebook from nowhere. She opened it up and put a finger on a page, looking through lines. “Name please?” she asked.
“Kito Shippou”
Boton dropped the book she had pulled out. “THE Kito Shippou!?” Shippou scowled, “Yes, THE Kito Shippou.” Boton looked at him with wide eyes, “You’re one of the originals, aren’t you?” Shippou sighed, “Yes, I’m one of the originals, but that’s beside the point.” Boton nodded and picked her book back up, brushing it off. She flipped through a few pages until she stopped.
“Ah! Here it is! You died of old age, correct?”
Shippou felt his eyebrow twitch, “No.”
“No? But you were supposed to......”
“I was murdered by a man named Naraku.”
Boton dropped her book again, but this time she clapped her hands over her mouth in fright, “N-Naraku?” “Yes Naraku. I don’t know how, but he’s back, and he murdered my Mate and myself, and I don’t even want to know how many others. I’m sure he’s made his way into the Makai by now, so we need to stop him quickly. I’ve been waiting for my appeal case to become alive again for almost twenty years now, and I finally got Koenma’s attention. If Naraku is indeed back, then I will need help. Lots of it.”
Koenma smiled, “And I know just the people.”
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Yurameshi ((I spell that right? O.o)) Yusuke pulled a pack of candy from his pocket and ripped off the plastic top. Grabbing a piece, he flicked it up in the air and caught it in his mouth. Chewing, he reached for another when he got smacked in the back of the head.
“OW! Dammit!” Yusuke complained as he accidently spat the candy back out. He turned around to look at the person who hit him,“Who ever did that is in for a serious– ACK!” He gave an offhanded laugh and rubbed the back of his head, “Uh..... Hey Keiko.”
“Don’t you ‘Hey Keiko’ me, Yurameshi Yusuke! Why didn’t you come to school today!?” Keiko yelled at him, hands on hips and glaring threateningly. Yusuke sighed, “School’s such a drag, they all hate me there anyway, so what’s the point? And I barely go as it is being a Spirit Detective and all.” He put his hands in his pockets and started to stroll off.
“Well you could at least go more than ONCE A WEEK!” she said, grabbing his ear and pulling him backwards. “OW! What the hell is that for!?” he cried, trying to detatch Keiko’s grip from his ear. “Come on, Boton’s looking for you. Hiei and Kuwabara are at Kurama’s house already. Apparently you guys have another mission or something.”
“Okay, okay! Just LET GO OF THE EAR!!!!”
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“Okay, so what do you want us to do?” Yusuke asked, yawning.
“HAVEN’T YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!?” Koenma yelled through the TV set.
“No, not really.”
Koenma sighed, what did he do to have to get stuck with such an arrogant bunch as Spirit Detectives? “You are to find out information on the whereabouts of Naraku. You will have an assistant on this case. He is a kitsune named Shippou, and he is one of the originals....”
“What the hell is an ‘Original’?”
Koenma looked as though he would kill someone soon (That someone going by the name of Yurameshi Yusuke).
Kurama looked over to Yusuke, “An original is a demon that helped create the barrier between the worlds about five hundred years ago after Naraku died. There are only a few left alive, I think. Sesshomaru, a dog demon, Kouga, a wolf demon, and Shippou apparently died about fifteen years ago. From the beginning there were only a few anyway. Besides Sesshomaru, Kouga and Shippou, there was Inu Yasha, an inu hanyou, Kouga’s wolf tribe–some of them anyway–, the Wind Sorceress created by Naraku, Kagura, Kagura’s sister, Kanna, Jinenji a half-demon whose demon side was unknown, and a young bat-girl hanyou , I am not aware of her name. All of the hanyous are dead now, killed off in battle or died of old age. The oldest age of a hanyou was five hundred and thirty, set by the Inu hanyou Inu Yasha.”
Yusuke held his head in his hands, “Ow! Alright already, dammit! You didn’t need to blabber on about it, fox-boy, you’re hurting me head!”
“But he is right.”
“WHAT THE HELL!?” Yusuke shouted as Shippou stepped through the TV screen and into the room.
“IT’S A G-G-GHOST!” Kuwabara screamed, throwing up his hands in front of his face as though to protect himself.
“Hn. Stupid ningen,” Hiei scoffed, kicking Kuwabara in the ribs.
“Well, about an hour ago the red-headed oaf would be right, I would be a ghost, but I worked that out with Koenma. I get a living body until Naraku is defeated. For now, we need to find Kagome, she can help us. She did the first time.”
“Kagome? Who the hell is Kagome?” Yusuke said.
“Kagome is the Miko that protects the Jewel of Four Souls, or the Shikon no Tama. She is also my mother.”
“MOTHER!?”
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Well, not as long as I thought it would be, but I suppose seven and a half pages is enough for now. I wanted it to be longer, but I’ll make the next chapter longer, I promise. Also, chapter two should be out be out by the end of the week. Unless I can do three in a week, chapter three won’t be out until July. I know, gomen! But I’m going on vacation to Georgia on Sunday and won’t be back until July, if then. A bit afterwards, it’s to Dad’s and he doesn’t have a computer ((Stone age, I know -_-;;;)). And THEN, it’s off to New York City for sight seeing, lol. I’ll be there for a week, and THEN I have band camp for two weeks, and then school starts........
Lovely, I know.
Lol, but still, hopefully I’ll get out a chapter or two out by the end of the week and then I’ll have to roll on. Sorry you guys, but I’m working on it. Until then,
Sayonara!
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Tournament of Hell
Volume One: Chapter One
Meet 'n Greet
Kagome placed a cool washrag on the kitsune’s forehead. He was still unconscious, and Kagome knew she had to let him rest. She was a bit confused though. Why was he here; in her time? Although Kagome didn’t know why that was, and why he attacked her, she knew that he was her little kitsune son, and he should be treated as such. With care. She would learn what she needed when he awoke, but until then she would have to be content to be in the dark about it.
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Inu Yasha huffed.
Kagome would be gone for four days, and he knew the kitsune brat would drive him mad until she returned. He leaned back against the wooden frame of the Bone Eater’s Well and sighed.
It would be a long four days.
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The kitsune twitched in his sleep, his face contorting in an odd way. Anguish was written on his features as he dreamed. He was recalling it. He remembered what had happened, and who had done it. That face would forever haunt his dreams.
%2%2% Dream Sequence %2%2%
“Otou-sama?” a small voice asked.
Shippou looked down at his son, almost seven years old now, and a small smile flecked about his lips in a small humourous way. “Yes son?” he replied, his eyes dancing with all the love he felt for this small child he had created and brought to life.
“Why do I have to hide my tail and my paws when I go to school?”
Shippou’s face seemed to fall a fraction, but he continued to look at his son with all of the love he possessed. “Because, it would cause people to be afraid of you and accuse you of things you did not do.” Shippou’s memories went to Inu Yasha, almost over five hundred years ago, when hanyous were persecuted by both demon and human like just for being born.
“Why?”
“You know about your demonic heritage, ne?” Shippou asked his child.
“Hai.”
Shippou sighed and looked down at his son’s bed sheet, toying them in his sharp claws, careful not to break the thin fabric. “Because a long, long time ago, demons were thought of as monsters, no matter how nice or kind we were. Or at least, most humans thought us to be like that.”
Shippou’s son looked up at him confused, “But if they knew about us so long ago, why don’t they know that we’re here now?”
Shippou almost laughed, but he just smiled. “There are people -humans- that know of our existence, but they don’t say anything. It is for our protection, even if we may be stronger than them one on one, they outnumber us full demons one hundred and fifty-to-one, and hanyous fifty-to-one. The ones that don’t know, forgot many years ago how to see through a demon’s glamour. They now think of us as myths, or even fairy-tails.” Shippou’s son nodded in understanding.
“Is that why Koji-kun doesn’t show his ears?” he asked. Now Shippou laughed, “Yes, that is why young Koji doesn’t show his wolf ears.” Shippou’s thoughts strayed to the young ookami hanyou, his son’s best friend.
There was a polite knock on the door, and Shippou turned smiling to it.
His smile evaporated as he saw who stood there. His face turned the color of sour milk, and he breath caught in his throat. He felt bile rising up in his trachea as he stared at the carcass that hung from a long spear-point. His mate Kasai hung limp. Dead bloodshot eyes stared at him, lifeless.
“MOMMY!!” His son yelled, tears escaping his eyes as he clawed through his bed sheets and almost his father as he trued to reach his mother. Shippou held his son’s arms to his sides and made him turn away from the terrible scene that was before him.
“Hello, fox,” a sinister voice echoed through the hallways, and Shippou’s heart skipped a beat, terror clinging at his chest.
Naraku stepped though the doorway and looked at Kasai sadistically, licking his lips. Shippou’s hands trembled as he looked at a ghost as he knew it. They had killed Naraku almost five hundred years ago, or at least, Inu Yasha had. He had seen the death-blow with his own eyes, yet Naraku stood there before his very eyes, and very much alive.
“Well, well,” Naraku grinned evilly, “Look at what the cat dragged in. If it isn’t the baby fox all grown up.” He looked at the child in Shippou’s arms, “And even with a kit of his own.” Shippou clutched his son tighter against his body, and his son sniffed at the smell of his mother’s blood. The scent of sandalwood was heavy on her, as though it seeped from the inside out.
“Otou-sama.”
Shippou did not take his eyes away from Naraku, but answered, “Yes, Kuranai?” “Mommy was supposed to get home earlier.” Shippou stiffened as he realized this. This was why she had been late. He could smell the bastard’s seed inside his mate. He had raped Kasai. It was evident, if not by the way she smelled, then by the triumphant look on Naraku’s face.
It took all of Shippou’s willpower not to attack the spider hanyou right then and there, killing the bastard yet again.
Naraku threw Kasai off of the spear, and gave the blade a light lick, tasting the blood of the vixen youkai. Shippou felt rage like he had never hd before, he struggled with himself to not kill the bastard in front of his son, feeling that Kuranai had seen enough bloody murder and death on that night.
Shippou growled deep in his throat, and Naraku smiled at him, all the while licking the blade. Shippou snarled, “You filthy scum!” Naraku grinned at Shippou as the kitsune charged. Naraku’s sadistic grin stayed present on his face as he said, “Ah, ah. Tut-tut little fox. Bad things happen when you leave the kits all alone.”
Shippou stopped in mid-stride halfway across the room. He felt his stomach plummet, and he turned fearfully to look at where his son had laid on his bed.
Kuranai still sat on the bed, looking about the room scared.
Shippou looked back at Naraku too late. He felt the spear glide through his lower torso with ease, only to be pulled out slowly and painfully. When it finally was released from his body, Shippou placed his hands over the wound, as though trying to stop it from bleeding.
“DADDY!” Kuranai screamed. Tears flowed from his eyes as he watched his father fall to the floor, blood seeping from the wound.
“Kuranai.....” Shippou said softly, he coughed, and blood seeped from his mouth. He turned to look at his son, and Kuranai cried out to him. “Kuranai, you must.... you must use it now! Get..... get away from here...... Kuranai!” Naraku frowned at the fox, “You’re making too much racket, kit. DIE!” Naraku brought his foot down on Shippou’s head, and with a sickening crunch, Shippou fell limp and the life light faded from his eyes as he died.
Karunai stared at the dead body of his father. Shock caved in around the young kit, and Kuranai stopped crying.
The tears just stopped.
Karunai reached for his necklace that was on the night stand, but before he could do anything, everything went faded out and went black.
%2%2% End Dream Sequence %2%2%
Kagome rushed over to where the kitsune lay, and she held him as he whimpered in his sleep, rocking him back and forth like she did when he was little. If only she knew that this wasn’t her son, but her son’s son.
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“Boton.......”
“............”
“Boton.....!”
“............”
“BOTON!”
Boton rushed into the room, wind following her as she ran.
“Yes, Koenma sir?” she panted, a little out of breath. As she looked to where Koenma’s desk was, she giggled. Koenma sat in his chair with his arms crossed and a vein poking out of his forehead. Across from him was an annoyed looking kitsune with a stamp of approval right in the middle of his face.
“Would you mind telling me exactly HOW this kitsune died!?” Koenma said crossly, annoyance flashing across his face as he nearly dropped his pacifier out of his mouth. “Hmm, let’s see,” Boton replied, pulling out a little notebook from nowhere. She opened it up and put a finger on a page, looking through lines. “Name please?” she asked.
“Kito Shippou”
Boton dropped the book she had pulled out. “THE Kito Shippou!?” Shippou scowled, “Yes, THE Kito Shippou.” Boton looked at him with wide eyes, “You’re one of the originals, aren’t you?” Shippou sighed, “Yes, I’m one of the originals, but that’s beside the point.” Boton nodded and picked her book back up, brushing it off. She flipped through a few pages until she stopped.
“Ah! Here it is! You died of old age, correct?”
Shippou felt his eyebrow twitch, “No.”
“No? But you were supposed to......”
“I was murdered by a man named Naraku.”
Boton dropped her book again, but this time she clapped her hands over her mouth in fright, “N-Naraku?” “Yes Naraku. I don’t know how, but he’s back, and he murdered my Mate and myself, and I don’t even want to know how many others. I’m sure he’s made his way into the Makai by now, so we need to stop him quickly. I’ve been waiting for my appeal case to become alive again for almost twenty years now, and I finally got Koenma’s attention. If Naraku is indeed back, then I will need help. Lots of it.”
Koenma smiled, “And I know just the people.”
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Yurameshi ((I spell that right? O.o)) Yusuke pulled a pack of candy from his pocket and ripped off the plastic top. Grabbing a piece, he flicked it up in the air and caught it in his mouth. Chewing, he reached for another when he got smacked in the back of the head.
“OW! Dammit!” Yusuke complained as he accidently spat the candy back out. He turned around to look at the person who hit him,“Who ever did that is in for a serious– ACK!” He gave an offhanded laugh and rubbed the back of his head, “Uh..... Hey Keiko.”
“Don’t you ‘Hey Keiko’ me, Yurameshi Yusuke! Why didn’t you come to school today!?” Keiko yelled at him, hands on hips and glaring threateningly. Yusuke sighed, “School’s such a drag, they all hate me there anyway, so what’s the point? And I barely go as it is being a Spirit Detective and all.” He put his hands in his pockets and started to stroll off.
“Well you could at least go more than ONCE A WEEK!” she said, grabbing his ear and pulling him backwards. “OW! What the hell is that for!?” he cried, trying to detatch Keiko’s grip from his ear. “Come on, Boton’s looking for you. Hiei and Kuwabara are at Kurama’s house already. Apparently you guys have another mission or something.”
“Okay, okay! Just LET GO OF THE EAR!!!!”
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“Okay, so what do you want us to do?” Yusuke asked, yawning.
“HAVEN’T YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!?” Koenma yelled through the TV set.
“No, not really.”
Koenma sighed, what did he do to have to get stuck with such an arrogant bunch as Spirit Detectives? “You are to find out information on the whereabouts of Naraku. You will have an assistant on this case. He is a kitsune named Shippou, and he is one of the originals....”
“What the hell is an ‘Original’?”
Koenma looked as though he would kill someone soon (That someone going by the name of Yurameshi Yusuke).
Kurama looked over to Yusuke, “An original is a demon that helped create the barrier between the worlds about five hundred years ago after Naraku died. There are only a few left alive, I think. Sesshomaru, a dog demon, Kouga, a wolf demon, and Shippou apparently died about fifteen years ago. From the beginning there were only a few anyway. Besides Sesshomaru, Kouga and Shippou, there was Inu Yasha, an inu hanyou, Kouga’s wolf tribe–some of them anyway–, the Wind Sorceress created by Naraku, Kagura, Kagura’s sister, Kanna, Jinenji a half-demon whose demon side was unknown, and a young bat-girl hanyou , I am not aware of her name. All of the hanyous are dead now, killed off in battle or died of old age. The oldest age of a hanyou was five hundred and thirty, set by the Inu hanyou Inu Yasha.”
Yusuke held his head in his hands, “Ow! Alright already, dammit! You didn’t need to blabber on about it, fox-boy, you’re hurting me head!”
“But he is right.”
“WHAT THE HELL!?” Yusuke shouted as Shippou stepped through the TV screen and into the room.
“IT’S A G-G-GHOST!” Kuwabara screamed, throwing up his hands in front of his face as though to protect himself.
“Hn. Stupid ningen,” Hiei scoffed, kicking Kuwabara in the ribs.
“Well, about an hour ago the red-headed oaf would be right, I would be a ghost, but I worked that out with Koenma. I get a living body until Naraku is defeated. For now, we need to find Kagome, she can help us. She did the first time.”
“Kagome? Who the hell is Kagome?” Yusuke said.
“Kagome is the Miko that protects the Jewel of Four Souls, or the Shikon no Tama. She is also my mother.”
“MOTHER!?”
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Well, not as long as I thought it would be, but I suppose seven and a half pages is enough for now. I wanted it to be longer, but I’ll make the next chapter longer, I promise. Also, chapter two should be out be out by the end of the week. Unless I can do three in a week, chapter three won’t be out until July. I know, gomen! But I’m going on vacation to Georgia on Sunday and won’t be back until July, if then. A bit afterwards, it’s to Dad’s and he doesn’t have a computer ((Stone age, I know -_-;;;)). And THEN, it’s off to New York City for sight seeing, lol. I’ll be there for a week, and THEN I have band camp for two weeks, and then school starts........
Lovely, I know.
Lol, but still, hopefully I’ll get out a chapter or two out by the end of the week and then I’ll have to roll on. Sorry you guys, but I’m working on it. Until then,
Sayonara!
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