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Edit 06/29:
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Chapter 6 – Bad Blood

He wanted to break something, almost as badly as he wanted to know
just what the hell was going on. He stormed down the dark hallway
toward the office at the end, resisting the urge to punch a wall or
two along the way. He could tell the door was open before he got
there, from the dim lamplight spilling out into the hallway. That
didn’t stop him from slamming it open just a little more as he
entered.

“Why is she here?” he barked without announcing
himself.

The older man sitting behind his desk didn’t even look up
from the paper he was reading. “Good evening to you too,
Inuyasha,” he said calmly.

“Tell me!” Inuyasha demanded, his voice rising. “What
is she doing here? You know who she is, don’t you?”

Still not looking up, Kagome’s uncle replied evenly, “It
has nothing to do with you. She’s my niece.”

Inuyasha blinked, suddenly caught off guard. “Your niece?”

“Yes. My brother was her father.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that woman was
your niece?”

“You told me you didn’t want to know anything about
the person responsible for freeing you.”

Inuyasha paused, considering this. The old man was right about
that. “Why is she here?” he asked again, calmer this
time.

“She’s seeking refuge.”

“For what?” he asked, frowning.

“You should ask her that yourself.”

The old man’s nonchalant attitude was pissing him off.
Ignoring the suggestion, he raised his voice again. “I don’t
want her here!” he snapped, slamming his hands down on the desk
to emphasize his point.

Kagome’s uncle didn’t even flinch. “That’s
not your decision to make, Inuyasha,” he said in the same calm
voice.

“So I get no say in this?”

“That’s correct.”

“That’s bullshit,” Inuyasha corrected
sarcastically.

The older man sighed, and finally set down the paper he had been
reading. “Why are you carrying on like this? Does having her
here bother you that much?”

“So what if it does?”

The two men stared at each other in frustrated silence for a
moment.

“I’m sorry. This is partly my fault…” the
older man sighed finally.

“For what? Letting her in here? Hell yeah it—”

“Not in that way, Inuyasha,” he said, looking up at
the younger man. “Just listen to me. When you first came here
you were a mess. You were terrified of everything, suspicious of
everyone, barely knew how to act like a human, and you had no idea
how to take care of yourself. You needed time to settle in and start
learning how to live a normal life.

“I wanted to make things as easy as possible for you, so I
never asked you to talk about your past. I thought you would deal
with it when you were ready. But you didn’t. You got to a point
that was comfortable and stopped wanting to move forward. I noticed
and kept meaning to bring it up with you, but always ended up putting
it off. Now I guess I’ve run out of time, and it’s
obvious by your reaction to her being here how big of a mistake that
was on my part.”

Inuyasha’s own similar thoughts from a few nights prior rose
uneasily in his mind, but he pushed them back angrily. “What do
you know about what I’m thinking?” he shot back lamely.

“I can see it. You’re bored and you’re unhappy.
And it’s because you won’t deal with your past. You can’t
keep ignoring it, Inuyasha. Sooner or later you're going to have to
come to terms with what happened to you. And since Kagome is also
part of that past, you’re going to have to settle things with
her before you can let it go and move on. Get out of this rut. Just
because it’s comfortable doesn’t mean it’s good for
you.”

Inuyasha turned his eyes away and said nothing, staring blankly
across the room with a surly expression.

“Did you ever wonder what happened after you left that lab?
About the aftermath of your escape?” the older man asked
quietly.

Shut up, Inuyasha thought.

“About who had to deal with the deaths of those scientists?”

Shut up!

“It was her.”

“Don’t lecture me, old man!” he snapped
suddenly, feeling the blood lift to his face. He had wondered.
But the reality in the older man’s words wasn’t something
he wanted to think about. It doesn’t concern me. It was
the same thing he had told himself every time those same thoughts had
crossed his own mind.

As if sensing the futility in their conversation, the older man
sighed once again. “Inuyasha, look,” he said, sounding
very tired. “I’m not going to fight with you about this.
You’re like a son to me. I consider you to be just as much a
part of my own family as she is. But I refuse to choose between the
two of you. Just like you, she’s free to stay here for as long
as she wants. If you can’t at least be civil with her then just
ignore her.” He picked up the paper on his desk and went back
to reading once again.

Inuyasha stood there, glaring down at him for a minute, knowing
the conversation was over. This was the first time they had ever had
anything even close to an argument. This wouldn’t have
happened if she hadn’t come here, he thought angrily,
clenching his fists. Without another word, he turned and left the
office, storming back down the darkened hallway and out into the
domed foyer, again resisting the urge to damage things as he passed.

He paused at the entrance to the atrium. He couldn’t go back
downstairs. He didn’t want to risk the possibly of running into
her again. And he didn’t want to go home yet either. His
assistant would probably come there looking for him before long. That
only left one place. He headed out across the floor of the atrium,
toward the one place he knew he could be alone, at least for a little
while.

*****

Sango had witnessed everything from the side of the dance floor.
She had come running up to Kagome as the younger girl stood searching
the crowd with desperate eyes. When she had reached out to take her
arm, Kagome had jumped at her friend’s touch, staring up at the
older girl with a hopeless expression.

“I think it’s time you told me what’s going on,”
Sango had said gently, and Kagome nodded her agreement.

They now sat in the lounge area under the king’s terrace, at
a small table overlooking the dance floor. Kagome had told Sango
everything—about the organization she had worked for, about the
lab and meeting Inuyasha, helping him escape, and the consequences of
her actions.

“And so, here I am,” Kagome finished with a sad little
sigh.

“You’ve had a hard couple of years, haven’t
you?” Sango said sympathetically. “I understand now, why
you’ve acted so strangely when talking about him. But you
must’ve known he would react like this if he saw you again.
That’s why you’ve been putting off going to him this
whole time. And you probably would’ve been just as safe in any
other city. So why come here if you knew it would end up like this?”

Kagome hesitated, and then replied, “I wanted to see him
again, to ask his forgiveness. For what I helped do to him. I know I
should have just sucked it up and gone to him, but I was scared of
what his reaction would be.”

“But you helped him! Shouldn’t he be grateful to you?
And if he isn’t, why should you care?”

The younger girl didn’t answer, and turned her gaze out over
the crowd.

As if the thought had suddenly occurred to her, Sango asked
quietly, “Are you in love with him?”

Kagome flinched inwardly. She'd wondered that herself, many times,
but had never come up with an honest answer. Instead, she had always
told herself that it didn’t matter whether she loved him or
not. If she did, it was a hopeless, one-sided love anyways, so she
would always push the question away without answering it. And if she
had fallen in love with him, she certainly hadn’t meant
to. When she first met him in the lab, he had been a violent, wild
terror of a man to deal with. Most of the time he was kept naked and
drugged, strapped down to his bed, locked up alone in his small,
windowless room, a camera high in one corner keeping constant watch
over him.

She could still remember the first time they had seen each other
face-to-face. It was on a day her colleagues had been running some
extremely painful tests on his legs to observe muscle reaction, and
as she was led down the hall toward his room, she could hear his
deafening screams piercing the silence of the otherwise quiet
building. As she entered the room, she had found him writhing on the
examination table, fighting uselessly against his restrains, as her
colleagues in their sterile white coats bent over him, recording the
results of their cruelty. The pain must have ceased for a moment,
because his shrieks had suddenly lowered to ragged gasping, and she
stood watching him from the door as his chest heaved, his lungs
trying to regain the breath that his screams had forced from them.
His eyes rolled about, staring deliriously at the ceiling above. She
had noticed that, despite the pain he was in, he didn’t use his
regained breath to beg for them to stop.

His head fell to the side, his gaze dull and unseeing. She
wondered if he had lost consciousness, until his eyes had suddenly
focused directly on her. With his strange, bright golden eyes, the
young man stared at her, and she had found his gaze so intense that
she wasn’t able to bring herself to look away.

Someone near the examination table had called to her then,
snapping her to attention. It was the man who had led her to the
room, and she suddenly remembered that this was the first day they
were allowing her to help with testing on the ‘special
subjects’. “Come on over,” he had said. “Don’t
worry, he won’t bite. Well, he will, but just don’t get
too close to his head and you’ll be fine.”

The others had laughed, but she felt the taste of bile rise in her
mouth. As she'd walked over to join them, she glanced down at the
young man, who was still staring warily at her.

She had found herself suddenly terrified. She didn’t want to
help them. She didn’t want to hear his screams again, didn’t
want to cause him pain. As she took up her position next to the bed,
she had fought to keep her expression neutral. She’d worked so
hard to earn these people’s trust—any hesitation now
might ruin everything.

She steeled herself and looked down at the young man with an
uninterested glare, but just before they began the experiment once
again, she softened her eyes slightly, and almost imperceptibly
lifted her chin at him. Be strong, she had tried to tell him
with her eyes. His gaze, still locked on her, was unsure for a
moment, then as the test began again, his face twisted back into a
look of pure hatred and pain as his body shook in a violent spasm. He
managed to hold back his screams for only a few seconds, but after
that, he had been unable to stop them.

That first experience had left her shaken but determined that, no
matter what, she would find some way to shut down the laboratory.
Afraid that someone might have noticed her unease when seeing
Inuyasha for the first time, she was very careful from that point on
to stay as reserved and calm as possible when around her colleagues,
acting just as indifferent to the pain they inflicted as they did.
She had refused to let herself get attached to any of the lab’s
test subjects. While she felt sorry for most of them, she doubted any
of them would survive long enough to ever see freedom. With
everything they were being put through, they were constantly being
pushed to the point of death. Becoming attached only to watch them
waste away and die would have been just too much for her to bear.

The months had passed, and as she expected, one by one they
succumbed to the ravages of the constant experiments. But with
Inuyasha, things seemed to take the opposite direction. When she
first began working with him he had been so thin that his shoulders
and hipbones had protruded grossly. He refused to eat, so feeding was
forced by shoving a tube down his throat. His eyes were always dull,
even after the drugs had worn off, and he seemed violently terrified
of everything. But as the months wore on, he had begun eating on his
own, and as a result, gained a healthy amount of weight. His gaze
became sharp and observant, and even though he was still
unpredictable, he was only aggressive when threatened with another
painful experiment. Once in awhile, he would meet her quick glances
of encouragement with a steady, perceptive look of his own.

She eventually realized that he had understood the words she could
only give him with her eyes, and that he had decided to fight for his
life. He seemed determined to survive. Encouraged by this, she had
worked tirelessly to gain enough trust with the lab’s staff to
be allowed to work with him almost exclusively. Despite her best
efforts to keep herself from getting attached, once she had seen the
changes in him, she knew she was growing to care for him more than
she should have. She had only remained distant because she had
thought he would end up dead like the others. But now things had
changed, now he had a chance, and she became more determined than
ever to put a stop to the abuse. He had become her motivation, and
was the first thought in her mind every morning when she woke, and
the last thought every night before she fell asleep. All she had
wanted was to put an end to his suffering and to see him living free.

And now, she had accomplished that. She had gotten what she
wanted, and had never allowed herself to desire anymore of him than
that. So what was she doing here now? Was forgiveness really
the main thing that had motivated her to come here?

No. But, I couldn’t ever hope for anything more, so…

Looking back on it honestly now, she realized that the real reason
she was in this place wasn’t because she couldn’t live
without his forgiveness, or had nowhere else to go, and it wasn’t
because her uncle ran the city, or that this was where she felt the
safest, or any of the other countless excuses she had told herself.
It was because this was where he was. This was where he lived
and worked and slept, and even though he wasn’t aware of her
presence, she was able to be near him, knowing that he was always
somewhere close by.

I just want to be near him. That’s enough for me, she
thought with a sudden feeling of finality. A relieved sigh escaped
her, as if her mind was glad to finally be released from the constant
gridlock that came from thinking about her feelings toward Inuyasha.

Sango evidentially took her drawn-out silence for a positive
response to her question, and the older girl ran a hand through her
hair. “I see. One-sided love. I guess with your situation there
wouldn’t be any easy way to approach him anyways, much less
tell him how you feel. It must be hard.”

Kagome lifted her chin and looked back at her friend with a
hopeful expression. “It is, but it’s alright. I’ll
find some way to make things right.”

Sango smiled at her. “I hope so. I’m glad you finally
told me. I could tell that something had been bothering you this
whole time. I know how you feel.” The older girl’s eyes
drifted away to the other side of the enormous hall, up to the three
terraces hanging high above the crowds, and settled on the one in the
middle.

That’s the black prince’s terrace, Kagome
remembered, following her friend’s gaze.

“Loving someone you can’t have, it’s painful, ”
Sango said quietly, as if her mind was suddenly someplace far away.
She began absently twisting a ring on her middle finger, something
that Kagome had come to recognize as one of the girl’s nervous
habits. She only seemed to do it when she was deep in thought or
something was bothering her.

“Hey,” Kagome said, suddenly wanting to lighten the
mood. She reached across the table to take Sango’s other hand.
“You know, if you need to, you can talk to me, ok?”

Sango blinked, as if startled by the kind gesture, then grinned.
“Thank you. I—” But something behind Kagome seemed
to catch her attention suddenly, and the warmth faded from her face,
replaced instantly by a guarded smile.

“Good evening, Chief of Security,” came the low,
smooth voice of a man.

Turning to the source of the voice as he moved to the side of
their table, Kagome found herself looking up at a strikingly handsome
man with long, shining black hair that fell in waves down to his
waist. He smiled down at the two of them, and Kagome noticed his eyes
were a deep shade of red. His eyes have been altered, she
thought. Changing the color of one’s irises was possible
through a simple medical procedure, and as a result, the city was
full of people with unnatural eye colors.

Trailing just behind the handsome man were two others—one
huge and dark with sculpted muscles bulging out from beneath his
tight shirt, the other smaller and pale, his dark hair hanging
loosely around his face to just above his shoulders. Neither one paid
the two women any notice.

“Good evening, Naraku,” Sango said pleasantly, but
Kagome felt that her friend’s smile and welcoming tone were
being forced. “What are you doing down here?”

“Well, I was upstairs at Inuyasha’s birthday
party, but it seems he’s suddenly disappeared, so I decided to
wander around for a while,” Naraku replied easily. Looking down
at Kagome, he offered a charming smile. “I don’t believe
I’ve met your friend,” he directed at Sango.

Kagome noticed that her friend was worrying her ring much more
vigorously now.

“Won’t you introduce me?” he asked.

Sango hesitated for just a moment, then gestured between the two
of them. “Kagome, this is Naraku.” She paused and then
added, “The Black Prince.”

*****

Should have brought a coat, Inuyasha thought ruefully.

He sat lounging in the branches of an enormous tree that grew
along the edge of a high cliff overlooking the southwestern side of
the dome. It was an ancient looking thing, growing out of and over
the edge of the cliff, suspended securely by the firm grip its
massive twisting roots held on the rock face. He sighed as the chill
of the night air sank into his skin. Even though the dome’s
atmosphere was controlled, the environmental barrier was so thin that
the cold night air outside always ended up seeping inside to drop the
temperature during the night.

He was grateful that no one had tried to stop him on his way out
of the atrium. He was certainly in no mood to talk to anyone right
now. But out here among the treetops, he didn’t have to worry
about being bothered. His assistant was the only other person who
knew of this hiding spot, and he certainly wasn’t going to tell
anyone. Growing in the precarious position that it did, the tree
would have been almost impossible for anyone who didn’t have
his dexterity to climb, at least not without putting in a great deal
of effort, and the thick foliage provided enough cover that he didn’t
worry about someone spotting him from the cliff edge below.

“Of all the women on the dance floor tonight, the one that
caught my eye just had to be her,” he complained,
folding his arms crossly as he leaned back against the trunk.

He’d been speaking with someone at the edge of his terrace
when he had noticed her on the dance floor below. He’d always
had an eye for the ones with dark hair, and her lightsome movements
had instantly captivated him. Without waiting to get a good look at
her face, he had excused himself from his conversation and rushed
down to the dance floor. There he’d found her dancing by
herself, her back turned to him as she moved with the music. He
hadn’t waited for her to turn toward him before approaching.

“Idiot,” he scolded himself. “If I’d just
waited a second…” He sighed. “What am I gonna do?
Now I’ll have to worry about running into her all the time.”

He leaned his head back, looking up through the leaves to the
cover of stars above. What a shitty birthday, he thought,
clenching and unclenching his hands as he remembered touching her. He
closed his eyes.

Does having her here bother you that much? The older man’s
question repeated itself in his head.

“Why shouldn’t it, after what she did to me?” he
answered aloud. “How could I ever forget…” he
trailed off as a sudden memory rose to the surface. It was of her
face, and that subtle look of determination she had given him from
time to time. How could I forget…

He had been surprised at his reaction to seeing her the first
time. He had been embarrassed by his nudity, and by his pathetic
screams, which he’d been horribly unsuccessful at biting back
once the experiment resumed. And there was that odd little nod she’d
given him just before they had turned the pins in his legs back on.
It had made his heart race, and he didn’t understand why. He
had hated her for it.

At first, she seemed just like the rest of them. She helped them
with their unspeakable experiments, wearing that dull, indifferent
stare when he screamed out his pain, and her tone was cold and
uncaring. Ever since he had left the nursery at age six, his life had
been valued as nothing more than a fascinating scientific experiment.
The people in the white coats never looked on him with anything other
than greed and cruelty, their eyes uncaring and hard. His tormented
screams were something that they controlled and ignored as they
pushed his body to well beyond its limits.

Truth be told, he had already given up by the time she walked
through that door. The only kindness he had ever known was during his
short time in the nursery, and he had no hope of ever returning to
that quiet kind of life. But when he caught that little nod as she
stood over his bed on that first day, he felt as if there was
something she was trying to tell him, something that she wasn’t
able to simply come out and say. So he watched her, confused by her
actions but curious at the same time.

No matter how much she tried to act like the rest of his
tormentors, he could tell she was different from them. She never
looked at him with the eyes of a scientist, as if he were some
fascinating new specimen that could be dissected and toyed with. She
would carry a stiff expression when she was in the presence of the
other technicians, but when she was alone with him, or there was no
one looking, she would give him that purposeful glance, a look full
of determination, with eyes that told him to be strong.

Hang in there, she had seemed to say, and so he did.

He hadn’t known what she was trying to do, but he knew there
was something she was trying to hide from the people she worked with.
So he had waited, and hoped that the resolve in her eyes held some
chance of salvation for him. There were small things she did, he
suspected to make up for some of the pain she caused him, like
persuading the staff to provide him with extra blankets, with the
reasoning that if they wanted the best performance out of his body,
they shouldn’t do their experiments on cold muscles. To his
amazement they had agreed, and even turned the temperature in his
frigid room up by a few degrees. His food tray always seemed to have
more on it when she was in charge of serving him.

But those were all small comforts compared to her most important
accomplishment. Gradually, as she was placed in charge of him more
and more, she began to complain to her coworkers about his screaming,
saying that she got headaches easily and that she couldn’t take
his screams all the time. This had angered him tremendously at first.
It wasn’t as if he could help it. But he realized her purpose
one day when she finally threw up her hands and stormed out of the
room, covering her ears, returning a few minutes later with a small
vial of liquid in her hands.

“We're using this today,” she had said, filling a
syringe with the liquid.

“Do you have permission?” the assisting technician
asked in a worried tone.

“Do you want to listen to his screams all day?
Because I don’t,” Kagome had shot back. She could be
amazingly intimidating when she was mad. “We don’t need
any reaction observations from him today. We already know it probably
hurts like hell.”

The technician had backed down immediately, and Inuyasha watched
as Kagome injected the needle into several spots along his left arm,
which had been covered with probes that were jammed deep into his
skin. Almost immediately the pain had subsided, and when she flashed
him a quick glance, he understood. The whole thing had been an act so
that she had an excuse to use whatever it was that she had put into
his arm. From that day on, she started having a lot of headaches, and
no one ever argued with her when she decided to use the numbing
agents.

Then finally, the day came when she had quietly entered his room
early one morning and, without a word, slipped something into his
left ear and injected something into his arm. Almost instantly, the
urge to sleep had washed over him. He tried to ask her what she was
doing, but the drug worked too quickly and his eyelids were too
heavy. The last thing he had remembered was feeling the pressure of
the restrains around his wrists ease slightly, and then his senses
slipped into darkness. Her voice had woken him some time later,
sounding small but clear in his ear…

A sudden noise from below the tree pulled Inuyasha from his
thoughts.

“Inuyasha?” he heard a familiar voice call up to him.

He sighed. He had been found. But he couldn’t be mad at the
kid. It was part of the young man's job to look after him. “What?”
Inuyasha snapped, looking down and spotting his assistant's blond
hair through the branches.

“Everyone’s wondering where you ran off to. Are you
coming back?”

“No.”

“But it’s your birthday.”

“Whatever. Tell them I’m sick, or tired, or
something.”

“Ok,” the young man said, sounding disappointed. “I’ll
see you at home, then.” And with that he wandered away, leaving
Inuyasha alone once again.

Allowing his mind to drift back to his memories, Inuyasha realized
with a start just how sentimental he had suddenly become. His eyes
hardened as he felt his anger returning. Yes, she had shown him some
kindness. But despite that, he had just been used as a means to an
end, the pathetic poster boy for her and her comrade’s crusade
to save poor unfortunate victims like himself. They got to play the
heroes, and he was left a fugitive. While they had taken their time
getting him out of there, he had been suffering. He still had
nightmares about it almost every night. Even the stabbing pain would
return in his dreams sometimes, causing him to wake screaming in his
bed.

No, he told himself. She still helped them torture me.
She still caused me all that pain. I won’t forgive her for
that.

A small part of him told him he was being unreasonable, but he
didn’t care. He wasn’t ready to let go of his anger, and
if blaming her for everything was the only way he could justify it,
then so be it. “Besides,” he reasoned. “She must
feel guilty about what she did. It was all over her face when she
looked at me. If she still feels bad about it, then I have every
right to hold it against her.” Satisfied with that conclusion,
he smirked and sat up. Swinging his legs out and hoping lithely from
branch to lower branch, he made his way down the tree quickly.

As his feet landed on the massive knot of roots at the bottom of
the tree, the king’s words sounded in his mind once again. If
you can’t at least be civil with her then just ignore her.

“I’ll ignore her, alright,” he growled. “I’ll
avoid her like the damn plague.”

*****

So this is the black prince, Kagome thought, staring up at
the strikingly handsome, black haired man, feeling a blush rise
slightly in her cheeks.

Naraku gave her a charming smile. “It’s a pleasure to
meet you, Kagome. I don’t think I’ve seen you around
before.”

“I’m kind of new,” Kagome replied modestly.

“That would explain it. Well then, let's all have a drink,
to celebrate your arrival,” he suggested cordially.

Kagome opened her mouth to accept his offer but was cut off as
Sango grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet. “Actually,
we were just about to leave for the night. It’s been a long
evening, and we’re both pretty tired,” the older girl
said, offering an apologetic smile.

“Oh?” Naraku asked, feigning a pout. Then he shrugged
and looked at Kagome. “Another time then?” he said in his
smooth tone. It sounded more like a promise than an invitation.

Before Kagome could reply, Sango had already dragged her away and
was making straight for the elevators. She seemed to be walking as
fast as she could without actually breaking into a jog.

“Hey!” Kagome said to her, suddenly worried by her
friend’s abrupt behavior. “What’s wrong?”

Sango finally came to a halt at the foot of the elevators, and as
she pressed the return button, her shoulders dropped slightly, as if
defeated. “Nothing,” she answered. “It’s
just… he likes to talk a lot, and I didn’t feel like
getting pulled into a long conversation with him tonight.” But
the older girl wouldn’t look at her as they stood there
waiting, and Kagome suspected her friend wasn’t being entirely
honest with her. When the elevator finally came, they entered
silently. The doors slid closed behind them, and as the elevator
started its ascent, Sango turned and stared out through the glass and
iron. After a moment, she spoke softly.

“Kagome, I think you should tell him how you feel.”

Kagome stared at her, caught off guard by the sudden suggestion.

“You’re so close now, you should at least try. If he
won’t listen, make him. There’s… nothing
worse than having to secretly love someone from a distance.”

Sango turned to her with sad eyes, and Kagome knew that her friend
was speaking to her with the sorrow of her own experience.

As the elevator was swallowed back up into the dimly lit shaft,
Kagome watched the softly glowing blue-green lichen slide past. She
didn’t really understand her friend’s sudden motivation
for telling her to confront Inuyasha, nor why the visit with the
black prince had seemed to unnerve her so much. But she knew Sango
was right. One way or the other, she would find some way to
make things right with Inuyasha. She had come too far to give up now.

Continued in Chapter 7 – The
Trouble With Forgiveness

AFF.net A/N:
Thanks for the reviews guys!! Please keep them coming!

Funny thing. I
spent so much time absorbed in all that atmospheric writing that
getting back into dialogue proved to be a challenge. This whole
chapter seemed to come in fits and starts. And because of that
dialogue it ended up being a bit longer than the other chapters, so
to those of you who like quick reads I apologize. Seems no matter how
hard I try, I just cant half-ass anything that’s creative. Cuz
trust me, I tried to cut this chapter down a bit, but it didn’t
work : /

And I know you
guys wanna see them meet! Not like hit-and-run meet either, but
actual interaction and conversation. You’ll get plenty of that
starting with the next chapter, I swear! There will also be a bit of
naughtiness!

As for whether or not
Miroku is here (cuz I know this is buggin people ;D), I’m
afraid the only thing I’ll say about who’s here and who’s
not is, again, even if there are others here, they may or may
not be immediately recognizable.
I gotta keep some secrets! Cuz secrets keep people coming back to
read ;P (and hopefully review!!)The only one who I will say with
absolute certainty is NOT here is Kikyo. No need for that whole mess.
And probably not Shippou either. I’m not entirely sure I could
(or would want to, for that matter) fit a child into this story : /
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