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Forever Mine
By : Sessysama
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"Ok, here I go, about to write the next chapter."

"Neechan, do I have to edit this one as well?"

"But of course, you are the ultimate in editing genius."

*giggles to self * "It�s good to be que queen."

"Sure, you are the best."

"Now, does that also mean I have to come up with yet ANOTHER disclaimer idea for you?"

*uses all strength of mind* "Umm�yes?"

"Is that really a question?"

"No?"

"Shut-up and write the damn story already will ya?"

"If you say it."

", Fi, Fine. You do not own InuYasha or any of the beautiful creations therein. For I am the ruler of Cuba and therefore own it myself."

"Wait a minute�."

*insane laughter ensues*
(Note: My Neechan wrote that whole thing.)
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Seto sat in front of the fire watching as the flames danced and played in the icy midnight wind. His elbow length silver hair joined in the performance, floating about his face and shoulders. Rin had finally let him grow it out, but now that it was getting long he was already thinking of cutting it short again. He hated the comments he got when it was long.

"Here, Seto." Saraku held out a roasted rabbit. "Can�t let you go hungry. Okaasan would kill me."

"Thanks," he said as he took his food.

The two of them ate in silence, Saraku lost in her own thoughts and Seto watching her. She was twenty-three now and, at sixteen, this was the first trip he had been allowed to go on without Sesshoumaru. That was, of course, on the condition Saraku accompanied him. He didn�t mind though, he enjoyed traveling with his sister; she treated him�like him.

"So�" Saraku�s voice pulled Seto from his thoughts.

"So what, Aneue?"

"So, what�s bothering you? You have been quiet all night. I figured you would be happy to get out of the castle."

Seto trailed his claws over the meat before slowly ripping a piece off and eating it. "I am happy to be away and on my own. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"My hair�I was thinking of cutting it short again."

Saraku looked at him confused. "I thought you were happy Okaasan let you grow it out."

"I was�but now that is it longer it gets in the way at times. I think I prefer it short."

"It gets in the way? Are you sure you just don�t like people saying you look exactly like Chichiue?"

Seto bit into the small rabbit so as to avoid answering her.

"You really hate people saying that don�t you?"

He looked into the flickering orange and yellow flames. "I wouldn�t care if�if they didn�t compare me to him. Just because I look like Chichiue they expect me to act like hnd bnd be as strong as him. I am not Chichiue."

"Baka," Saraku said as she threw a piece of meat at him. "Of course you�re not Chichiue. You can�t be expected to be as strong as him, you�re only sixteen, and I think the world will be fine with only one person who acts like Chichiue."

"Still, when my hair was shorter not as many people compared me to him."

"So, cut your hair then. Or better yet, come over here and I�ll do it for you. I wonder what it would look like when I�m done with it."

Seto put his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Aneue, you�re the last person I am letting near my head with arp arp object."

"Aw, you�re no fun."

They finished their meal in a content silence. The sky was dark that night, the moon being lost in the sea of clouds that traveled across the heavens. Saraku leaned against an old tree and settled in for the night. Seto tried to see the stars as the darkness left momentarily, but it was hard work even for his keen eyes.

"Saraku."

"What?" his sister asked not bothering to open her eyes.

"I wish I looked like you."

Saraku�s gold eye opened and examined her bother. "You wish you hadfereferent colored hair and mismatched eyes?"

"No one would compare me to Chichiue if I did."

"That�s right," she said closing her eye again. "No one ever compares me to Chichiue. They expect me to be weaker, more human."

Seto lowered his head embarrassed by his selfishness. "I�m sorry, Aneue. I shouldn�t complain."

"If you want to complain, then complain. Because we are the way we are we both want what the other has. When you were born I wanted nothing more than to look exactly like you. You looked like a demon, while I was stuck looking like a hanyou, and I could tell Chichiue was happy with the way you looked."

"Happy? Chichiue? Are we talking about the same person here?"

Saraku laughed but never actually looked at him. "Yes we are and yes he was happy. I can tell. You could too if you paid attention."

"I don�t know. I don�t think Chichiue has ever been happy with me. All he ever says to me is what I am doing wrong. Be quiet. Sit down. You didn�t practice today. That is not proper form. That was too weak."

Finally, Saraku�s colored gaze fell upon the young hanyou. "You don�t realize he is just trying to be fair."

"Fair?" Seto said a little more condescendingly than he intended to. "He never says those things to you."

"That is because when I am around him I am usually quiet and do what he says immediately. I work every day to become stronger, faster, and more skilled. I practically ordered him to train me. As a result, I do become stronger and faster, so Chichiue is trying to be fair to you. He pushes you because I push myself. He has to pick one of us to be his heir and he wants to give you a chance. If he didn�t puou, ou, you would remain at your current strength while I kept forcing myself further. The difference would become almost impossible to make up later on."

"I never thought of it like that. I guess I just don�t understand Chichiue that much. I can never tell if he is pleased with me or mad. We may look alike, but we are too different."

Saraku laughed. "You are more like him than you realize."

"How?" he asked skeptically.

"You are both happiest when you are out here, not living in the confines of the castle."

"Alright, how do you know he is happier out here? He always acts the same no matter where."

"You really are dense at times."

Seto glared at his sister but stayed quiet.

"When in doubt, look at Okaasan. I know Chichiue is happier traveling because no matter what happens Okaasan is always happy. She feels what Chichiue does and so whenis his happy so is she."

Seto half pouted, half glared. He hated when she proved him wrong.

"You�re also both sore losers."

Now it was a definite pout. In hopes of avoiding any more comparisons to Sesshoumaru Seto decided to change the subject. "Aneue, why do you train so hard? Do you just really want to be the heir."

Saraku�s demeanor immediately became more sullen. "I don�t want to lose myself."

"What do you mean, �lose yourself�?" Seto had never heard her talk like that before and it scared him slightly. The only time he had heard of anyone �losing themselves� was when InuYasha�s demon blood took over.

"I don�t want to lose who I am just because some demon bastard thought I was an easy way into our lands. I don�t want to not have control of my life. Losing my freedom would be as good as death for me. I never want that to happen. So I train and train to become stronger than anyone who might try and claim me."

Seto fidgeted with the earth beneath his claws. "You mean, like what happened to Okaasan."

"They told you then?"

He nodded. "Okaasan did. It was�weird. She told me I needed to know so that I would never do that to a woman. She kept telling me that. Never ever take a woman against her will. It didn�t feel right, that it could evappeappen though."

"I understand. It was very surreal when Chichiue told me. I just listened to him saying the words, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn�t believe them. Now, when I think on what he said, it is like watching a scene and not being able to tell if it was real or just a dream. And I so want it to just be a dream, even though I know it�s real."

"I know the feeling."

They sat there a moment contemplating what they had discussed before Saraku smiled at him. "Let�s get to sleep now. We can head out tomorrow."

"Where are we going?"

Saraku thought for a moment. "InuYasha�s village is about two days north of here. We can go and visit everyone if you want."

"That sounds�nice," Seto said through a yawn.

The two siblings set out shortly after dawn and headed north along the side of a swift river. As the morning progressed to mid-day and the two stopped for lunch Seto got the distinct feeling they were being watched. He scanned the area but saw nothing but trees. No scents not belonging to the forest were in the cold, northbound wind and he didn�t hear anything but animals. Still, no matter what he sensed Seto couldn�t shake the feeling something was watching them.

"Aneue, do you feel anything weird?"

"Weird?"

"I guess I must be imagining things if you don�t feel it."

Saraku now glanced over the area they were in. "Feel what? Don�t forget your senses are keener than mine. What do you feel?"

"Like we�re being watched, but I can�t find anything wrong. It just feels wrong."

"Then let�s go," Saraku said as she stood up. "We can stop again lat�"

A sharp whistling sound interrupted her and before Seto could figure what was happening Saraku was lying on top of him, her eyes filled with pain.

"A�Aneue?"

"Get your sword," she commanded as her left hand untied her scythes from around her waist.

When she stood to face their attackers Seto could see an arrow had pierced her right shoulder. Seto hurried to unsheathe his sword to help defend them. He prepared himself as best he could and the two waited for the next move from the attackers. They didn�t wait long as an entire volley of arrows descended upon them. Between Saraku�s scythe and his sword none of the arrows were any threat, however his sister�s behavior was beginning to worry him. The Saraku he knew would have taken the offense by now, yet she was increasing a defensive position.

"They came from downwind. That was quite a big risk, if the wind had changed we would have caught their scent," Saraku said as she slowly began pushing the both of them back towards the river�s edge.

"Aneue, if we know where they are let�s just go kill them and be done with it."

Another volley from the forest interrupted any answer she was going to give him. Now he was sure something was wrong with Saraku. Why wasn�t she attacking? As the third volley fell upon them Seto realized something even more disturbing: Saraku was only using one scythe. Her right arm had remained immobile since she was shot. Was that why she wasn�t attacking?

"Aneue, you hold them off. I�ll get that arrow out of your shoulder."

"Don�t touch it!" she yelled as he put down his sword.

"Aneue?"

They should not have let themselves get distracted. Two arrows flew at them; Saraku managed to deflect the one coming at her, but with his sword down the second arrow tore into Seto�s shin. It was painful, but he had felt worse training with Sesshoumaru. Seto hurried to pull the arrow out. It took a lot of effort for him not to scream as the rough metal arrowhead ripped and twisted the muscles in his leg. When the arrow was free, the scent that hit him began to shed light on Saraku�s actions. The arrowheads were poisoned.

"Aneue, let me get the arrow out! They�re poisoned!"

"You touch it and I�ll cut your hand off!" She glared at him just long enough for him to fully understand her threat.

Why wasn�t she letting him remove the arrow? Why were they being forced onto the defensive? Who was attacking them? Why were they being attacked?

At least one question was answered as several dozen human men appeared from the forest�s edge. They were being driven back by mere humans. The frustration was beginning to send Seto to his limits when a sadistic smile formed on Saraku�s face.

"Seto," she whispered, "get in close and kill them as quickly as you can. Don�t get far enough for them to shoot anymore arrows. Be careful though, there is still one archer hiding."

Now he understood. As long as they were hidden in the forest and downwind from them attacking in the forest would have meant running straight into an ambush. Saraku had been pulling back so as to drive them into the open. Now that they could easily see their prey, hunting would be simple.

"Now!" she yelled and both hanyous rushed their attackers.

Seto and Saraku flanked the group of men and each began a bloody path to the center. Only being able to use one arm slowed Saraku, but Seto made up for it. When his sword tore into one person his free hand clawed at another. The ground was stained crimson as the siblings killed their prey mercilessly; however, one moment changed who was prey and who was hunter.

Seto�s right leg gave out beneath him sending his collapsing to the ground. He managed to push himself away from the first human who tried to take advantage of his injured state, but their numbers made it hard to keep away from them all. His leg was completely numb and no matter what he did he couldn�t get it to support him. From his place on the ground Seto did his best to fend off his attackers, but one of them managed to knock his sword away, while several others worked on pinning him to the ground.

Seto easily over powered them, but realized too late holding him there was not their intention. While he was distracted with those pinning him two others brought out the poison tipped arrows and drove them into his left arm and leg. It didn�t hurt any more than the first arrow, but if the effects were the same it would soon leave him almost completely paralyzed.

The more he fought the more men came to try and subdue him. Suddenly, blood showered down on Seto as several men�s heads flew into the air. A scarlet soaked scythe split the chests of two more men standing over him. Saraku kicked his sword to him before yanking him up by his uninjured arm. With her help he was able to balance and fight off those still coming at them; however, Seto knew they didn�t have much time till he lost use of his other limbs.

"Aneue, we need to get out of here. I can�t move my leg and I�m betting pretty soon I won�t be able to walk at all."

He heard Saraku growl at the mention of running away, but he could tell by her face she knew it was the right thing. Seto scanned the clearing. Three times as many men were now there than before he fell. Where were they coming from, and why? Seto didn�t have time to contemplate the answers as Saraku began dragging him back towards the river.

"Hold your breath," she said just before tossing them both into the raging current.

The freezing water pulled and beat at them but Seto never felt Saraku�s hold on him waver. She pushed them further into the main current to speed their escape. Every few minutes she forced them to the surface so they could breathe but otherwise the water controlled their destiny.

Finally, he felt their bodies fighting against the current as Saraku tried to reach shore. Seto wanted to help but his limbs had succumb to poison�s effects and it took all his strength to maintain his grip on his sister�s clothing. Saraku managed to reach shore and pull the two of them clear of the riverbank. They sat a moment to try and recover their bearings.

The winter breeze made both of them shake with a soaking cold. Saraku�s breathing was labored and her body was covered in wounds, including two new arrows in her left arm, though the wood was broken down from the trip in the river. Seto did his best to prop himself onto his right arm.

"Why�why did they attack us?" Seto asked.

"I don�t know," she paused to remove one of arrows in her arm by using her teeth to pull it out. "But whatever the reason we need to either get moving or find a good hiding place."

"You think they are going to follow us?"

She removed the second arrow by the same method. "Look at your wounds. Not a single one is near a vital area. They wanted to capture us, not kill."

Seto examined his wounds as best he could, considering his immobile condition, and found she was right. With all the chances they had not a single injury is near a vital area. His paralyses made him the perfect victim to be captured. He was even more annoyed when he saw Saraku toss away the two arrows that had been in his arm and leg. He hadn�t felt her remove them at all.

"Aneue, I�m sorry. You need us to keep going, but I can�t even move my legs now. Some heir to the Western Lands I would make."

"Stop whining. You senses are better than mine. It could have been a lot worse if you hadn�t noticed something was wrong. I am just less susceptible to poison than you; that�s why I can still move. If you can�t walk then I�ll just carry you. I can�t let my little brother be captured now can I?"

"Let me remove the arrow in your back at least. I can still use my right arm."

Saraku stood up, her face deathly serious. "I told you not to touch this arrow."

"But Aneue, the longer you keep it in the more the poison will spread. Even you will get stopped after a while. Look at your arm."

"Maybe you should," she said and held out her right hand for him to see.

Seto stared at it shocked. "I thought you couldn�t move it."

"I didn�t use it. Couldn�t and didn�t are two different concepts."

"Why then?"

"Look carefully at my hand."

Seto examined his sister�s hand but couldn�t find anything wrong, that was until he looked at her nails. "Your�your claws are gone."

"Exactly. My demon claws are gone." She stood again and walked over to a nearby tree. "Which means this arrow is not like the others. In order to make my claws disappear it would take holy power."

"That�s how you knew there was still an archer in the forest. None of the men were dressed like a houshi."

Using the tree�s trunk she broke the back of the arrow off. "And none were women so no mikos either."

"What are you doing?"

"Like you said, I can�t keep this thing in me or the purification could spread."

Seto watched as Saraku positioned herself in front of the tree and slowly pulled her right shoulder up. She took two deep breaths before slamming her shoulder against the trunk and forcing the arrow to rip through the rest of her body till the arrowhead was showing on her chest. She took a moment to steady herself before lifting her right, now human, arm and pulling it the rest of the way out. She let the arrow fall to the ground and returned to where Seto was laying.

"Let�s get moving. You can still use you right arm, correct."

"Yeah."

"Good." She lifted Seto up by his numb left arm and slung it over her shoulders. "Keep hold of your sword, and I�ll take care of getting us someplace safe."

They proceeded east, along the river, and even though both of them were injured and Saraku was carrying his entire weight, he knew they were moving slower than they should. Saraku was hurt worse than she was letting on. Whatever that arrow did to her was taking its toll on her body.

"Aneue, why didn�t you use your arm back there? You could have used both scythes."

"When I realized they weren�t going for the kill I decided it was best they to let them get overconfident. Now they think I can�t use it at all and that will be to our advantage the next time we meet."

Seto stared at his sister with renewed awe. There was only a few seconds for her to figure out what they were doing and act, yet she saw even then something Seto never realized. How could she know what they were thinking? How did she know they would need an advantage later? Was she planning on running from the beginning?

"Stop trancing on me like that. I need your senses to tell me if anyone is coming."

Seto snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the surroundings. He wasn�t being much help but she was right, his senses were keener than hers, and he wasn�t going to be a complete burden on her. The sun was late in the sky when Seto finally saw something useful.

"Aneue, there is a cave a little to the north of here. It is fairly well hidden and should be virtually invisible during the night."

She stopped and closed her brown eye. "I see it. We don�t have a choice right now. Our clothes and hair are frozen to us. If we don�t get a fire going we both are going to freeze."

She changed course and headed for the distant haven. It was fairly deep, enough to keep the winter winds from attacking them, at least. She propped Seto up against the cave wall before heading back to the entrance.

"I�m going to get some firewood. I don�t want to risk having one during the night so we need to warm up as fast as we can. See if you�ve regained any mobility yet."

Seto did as he was told and tried his best to move even a single finger or toe, but in the end it was futile. He couldn�t feel anything below his waist or on his left arm, let alone move it. There was, however, the possibility that was due to the cold and not the poison. They hadn�t had a chance to dry off after the river and Saraku was right, their clothes and hair had ice on them. His body could be numb from a combination of freezing temperatures and lack of movement. At least Saraku was up and moving, which in turn heated her body. The poison had left him in an almost completely dependent state.

Saraku quickly returned with the kindling and started up a strong fire. From what little of his body he could feel, the warmth was divine. When the fire was to Saraku�s standards she returned her attention to Seto. She removed his boots and rubbed his feet between her hands.

"Your feet are completely frozen almost. Can you feel any of this at all?"

"Nothing."

She ran her hands beneath his pants leg to check how cold his skin was. Seto used his good hand to feel his arm. It felt like he was touching ice and he knew that wasn�t a good thing. Suddenly, he felt his white haori being pulled apart.

"Aneue, what are you doing?" he asked rather nervously.

"Neither of us can stay in these clothes. We need to get them dried and warmed," she said in a matter of fact tone.

He had been afraid that was the case. "Can�t they dry while we wear them?"

Saraku�s eyes burned into his with a glare she could only have inherited from Sesshoumaru. "I will not let you freeze to death because you are too self-conscious to do what is practical. Our clothes need to dry and we need to warm up. If those two things do not happen soon we will be in no condition to defend ourselves."

Seto didn�t respond but relented and helped her remove his haori and undershirt. He wouldn�t have been so embarrassed if he could have undressed on his own, but as it was Saraku had to do almost all of it for him. After she removed the last of his clothes and laid them out by the fire, Saraku undressed herself and laid out her own clothes as well.

It was very uncomfortable to be stuck in this situation, but they were forced into it; he didn�t have much choice in the matter. Seto kept his eyes on either the fire warming them or his legs, which were slowly losing the purple color they had been. He felt his arm again but it was still as cold as before. He checked his legs and they were the same way despite the returning color.

"Still can�t move them?" he heard Saraku ask, though he didn�t look up to acknowledge her.

"Nope, and they are still really cold."

Seto�s eyes immediately focused on the side of the cave as footsteps approached him. He could see Saraku�s hand rubbing his leg in his peripheral vision, but he didn�t feel any of it. Soon enough he lost all sight of her, but her hand was placed on the one limb he still could feel.

"Help me move you forward."

"Why?"

"I�ve been closer to the fire for a while now. My body is warmer than yours and you we need to make your temperature rise somehow. The arrow wounds have already closed up, so I don�t think it�s only the poison keeping you from feeling anything anymore."

"But can�t I just get moved closer to the fire?"

"Seto!" Saraku yelled obviously irritated at his reluctance. "You are in no position to argue with me. Now stop acting like a child and move forward."

He did as he was told and felt Saraku slide in between his body and the cave wall. She pulled him against her and wrapped her legs over his own. As odd as it felt to be sitting with his sister in such a way, but he couldn�t deny that her body was warmer and did help to raise his temperature slightly. As he watched the last of the sun�s rays filtering through the treetops Seto saw something else outside the cave.

"Snow? Just what we need, right Aneue?"

Saraku didn�t answer. He listened carefully to his sister�s body. Her heartbeat was slow and her breathing shallow and even. She was asleep. Seto gently rested his head against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

How hard was Saraku pushing herself to keep him safe? She had been right about one thing, he never did push himself. Sesshoumaru forced him to train harder, Saraku forced him to do more, but he never pushed himself to do anything if he wasn�t made to. But Saraku, when Sesshoumaru finished training with her she trained more on her own, or with him. She always was forcing herself to her limits just because she wanted to. And now, here she was forcing herself even more to protect him and care for him and all he could do was sit there. He couldn�t protect her at all.

Seto lifted his hand to hold Saraku�s arm. When this is over, I will be better. I won�t be a burden to you anymore. I�ll train so I can take care of myself, and help protect you for once.

He absentmindedly rubbed Saraku�s left arm in order to keep it warm, but as he did he felt a wound on it. Seto looked down and saw it was where an arrow had hit her, but it didn�t make sense to him. Even with the poison in his system his wounds had closed up, yet that one still looked fresh. He looked at her upper arm where the other arrow had been and found the same thing. Why weren�t her wounds healing? Was that why she was having trouble earlier? Was that another effect of the purification arrow she was hit with?

"Aneue," he said softly. "Aneue, wake up.&qu/P> /P>
Saraku remained fast asleep. Seto pulled at her arm.

"Aneue�Aneue it�s after dusk. Aneue, wake up."

Seto felt her head move, but she still didn�t answer him. He was beginning to worry. Exactly how hurt was she really?

"Aneue. Wake up, Aneue." The fear was now evident in his voice.

"�Seto?"

He couldn�t help but smile in relief. "Aneue, it is past dusk. You wanted to put of the fire soon."

Seto waited as Saraku seemed to be collecting her bearings. "Are the�do the clothes look dry?"

He looked back to the fire where their clothing was. "I think so."

"All right."

She pushed him forward and moved out of the way so he could lean back again. He looked away as she approached the fire and dressed herself. When she was fully clothed, save for the red sleeveless robe she wore over her outfit, she brought the rest of the clothes to him. This time, however, she let him dress himself. It took more effort than he would have liked, but after a few minutes he was, if haphazardly, dressed. All the while Saraku held her red robe over the fire.

"What are you doing, Aneue?"

"Warming this to wrap around your legs." She brought it over to him and tore it into two pieces. She wrapped one piece around each leg beneath his pants. "Can you feel anything?"

"My legs feel the same, but," He used his right hand to lift his left to her and slowly twitched several fingers. "I can move these a little, and I can feel the cold. I suppose that is a pretty good sign."

She smiled at him. "Let�s hope so. I am going to wait to put out the fire for a while longer. The best thing we can do is recover. That way even if they find us we can get away or fight back."

"Aneue," he hesitated a moment, "why haven�t your wounds healed yet?"

"Most likely because of that damn arrow," she replied rather bluntly. He had expected her to pass it off as nothing.

"Then how is your shoulder?"

"Hurts like hell. It will heal only as fast as a human would so there is no point dwelling on it. As long as it doesn�t stop me I don�t care if it hurts."

They sat in silence for some time. Seto slowly gained more use of his arm, but his legs still refused to heal. If it was just the cold he knew his demon blood would be able to restore them, but the poison must have been inhibiting that. With no other alternatives the two siblings waited for whatever was going to happen.

The light snowfall soon became a blizzard drowning out all noise from outside the cave. Saraku was leaning against the other side of the cave wall, nearer to the entrance. Her eyes were closed and Seto couldn�t tell if she had fallen asleep or not. He decided not to bother her incase she had, he could watch for any problems there might be so she could rest.

He watched the shadows dancing in the cave and listened to the whistling of the storm, slowly forgetting about the rest of the world around him. His gaze fell to the ground as his head dropped down. It really was very cold in the cave, despite the fire, and his body was so tired. Slowly the cave got darker until Seto completely fell asleep.

Suddenly, he heard screaming. Seto�s eyes shot open to find Saraku clutching her side where an arrow was sticking out. She immediately took hold of the arrow only to releasing it as sparks surrounded her hand. It was another purification arrow.

Seto tried to pull himself up along the cave�s wall but he never made it. Several more arrow entered the cave through the blizzard: one missed them both, one hit Saraku�s already human arm, and one tore into Seto�s right bicep. Both hanyous screamed as the holy energy attacked their demon nature, splitting their bodies from the inside.

Seto fell to the ground; his chest trembled from the holy energy continuing to surge through his body. Never before had he felt anything as destructive as his demon side being ripped from him. His shaky gaze focused on Saraku who was now standing near him, both scythes ready to defend them.

How could she be standing? How could she even think of anything but the pain? She already had one arrow in her and now two more were added. How could she even think?

Seto�s mind was racing in its attempts to understand what was happening through the searing�burning�unyielding agony tearing him apart. There were more whistling sounds, metal against metal, screams, but in the end all he knew was darkness.
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Ok, before I get reviews saying, �What were you thinking?� the scene in the cave was mere practicality! Saraku is a very practical person, if �a� requires �b� and she needs �a� she will do �b.� So yeah, I wasn�t trying to be all bad there, but as weird as that was it was needed to warm them up.

Hey, well, my thanks go to: animegirl007, New Fan, essie, migele, TaintedInuShemeeko, klutz82, choco-coco, bscl43, Ashes of the Star Phoenix, jessica elliot, A Flower, A Heart so Pure, Sci-Jess, ghettotrampoline, and angelamisaki.

Go FF, you guys hit 100�AFF, where did you go? Aside from three people I haven�t heard from you guys. It saddens me.

So yeah, there you go. You may want to kill me now, but hey, I understand. This was all Seto POV, next is all Saraku�s. I wonder who did that and why? Wait, I shouldn�t wonder, I know. Well, remember to review!

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