• 1-Overcoming Adversity
• 2-Chapter 2
• 3-Chapter 3
• 4-Chapter 4
• 5-Chapter 5
• 6-Chapter 6
• 7-Chapter 7
• 8-Chapter 8
• 9-Chapter 9
• 10-Chapter 10
• 11-Chapter 11
• 12-Chapter 12
• 13-Lucky 13: Interlude, Family Honor
• 14-Interlude II - Secrets
• 15-Chapter 15
• 16-Chapter 16
• 17-Chapter 17
• 18-Chapter 18
• 19-Chapter 19
• 20-Chapter 20
• 21-update soon
• 22-Chapte`,

A/N: I'm glad to see my story getting so many good reviews but be
patient my friends, I can't get to everything in one chapter, in fact,
I'm surprised to be at chapter 8 and not near even the climax of the
story yet. Usually I would be preparing to end a story now, and I feel
as if I'm just getting into this one.

Sess is a real jerk, isn't he, and he isn't even the story's
'villain'. Don't worry about Naraku being silent, think of it as the
quiet before the storm. As for instructors not teaching students, the
school is breaking a 'lot' of rules for the Hogosha family, you'll see
the extent of it and why very soon. Everything has a reason.

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Inuyasha's mood was so sour by the time that he got home, that he
found he was unable to speak in a civil tone at all. His response to
his mother's greeting was a feral growl resembling a 'Hello', and the
bedroom door slammed behind him, nearly torn from the hinges by his
hanyou strength. Once inside his room, Inuyasha dropped to his knees by
the bedside, and drug out a long trunk, one he had hidden beneath his
bed since his arrival.

"All this over a damned sword…" he grumbled out, flicking up
the latches with his thumbs and lifting the top of the trunk to reveal
a sheathed katana laying upon velvet lining. He lifted his father's old
sword, slowly drawing the rusted blade from the dark sheath to examine
it. He saw nothing special about it now, it was simply an old sword
when he held it, though in the hands of his father it became an
incredible weapon of destruction, capable of unleashing attacks far
superior to his claws, or Sesshoumaru's whip of light.

And his brother couldn't even lift it. "Why the hell would he
want this old thing if he can't even touch it. Hell, I don't even
understand why I can touch it," Inuyasha mused quietly, gazing down at
the sword that his father had told him was forged from one of his very
own fangs. His father's demon form was impressive, and a sight he had
only seen once in his entire life, but when he had, he was awestruck by
the beauty of the shimmering white fur, and length of the sharp fangs
glistening in his huge canine maw. His claws were larger than
Inuyasha's entire body, and one paw was large enough to crush a
building.

Inuyasha felt so inferior to his brother and father, and now, the only thing his father had ever really given
him was to be given away. He couldn't allow Sesshoumaru to bully him or
his friends, not for a silly piece of metal that neither of them could
use anyway.

Inuyasha gave the sword a practice swing, pretending he was the
great Inutaisho, fluid and graceful in movement, when in reality he was
only a fifteen year old hanyou with no extraordinary power (for a demon
or half demon at least) and no wisdom to accompany it. While fifteen
years of his father's teachings did seem like a lot, it truly wasn't
considering the old man had hundreds of years worth of
experience that he never got to educate his son. It was possible for
Sesshoumaru to impart the wisdom of five hundred years of life on him,
but that wouldn't happen for obvious reasons.

He honestly couldn't decide what to do. He could give the
sword, his father's legacy to Sesshoumaru and live an easier life in
school, knowing his friends would do the same, or he could refuse and
see the extent of his brother's threat. Sesshoumaru did have honor, and
if the sword were given to him, he knew he could trust him to step
back, and lay off of the student population…but did he want to release
the sword to the hands of a demon that would misuse it?

In this day and age, demons were sparse, hiding amongst the
human population, like frightened insects. They had no chance against
man's technology of today…but with a sword as powerful as that…one that
could kill one hundred beings with one blow, Sesshoumaru would be
unstoppable. A demon army could be raised, humans could be hunted while
youkai emerged from their safe places and the present was returned to a
time of fear like the feudal era of the past his father had spoke of,
and Sesshoumaru longed for.

This raised a serious question: Did he really care about the
destruction of Tokyo and any other major cities likely to fall after
that? Demon power against manpower. It was quite the curious subject,
and he wondered who would win. The government, or the hundreds of
youkai hiding in forests, caves, disguised as humans and fearing for
their lives each day, hiding the terrible secret of their true
identities?

Inuyasha growled and sent the claws of his free hand Into the
trunk in front of him. The box was ripped to shreds from the impact,
and its pieces landed at the other side of the room, along with one
more, shimmering object.

A second sword, which had been hidden in the trunk that
contained his father's sword, lay half unsheathed and shimmering in the
light shining through Inuyasha's window.

***

Kagome was obviously still upset with him, because the next day
at school she didn't so much as throw a glance his direction. Instead,
she only walked off with her three girlfriends, and chattered about
inane girl things that le tle teens liked to talk about amongst each
other.

No one else spoke to him either. If he was disliked before, he
was treated as if he were the plague now. Most seemed to be sore that
his brother was even more of an asshole than he was.

During lunch, Miroku approached him out of curiosity. Once
again, the two young men were outside on the school's lawn, while
Inuyasha sat on the soft grass with his lunch. "So you got into it with
Kagome yesterday."

That was all it took for Inuyasha to blow up. "Does the whole damned school hate me now?!" he practically roared.

"I don't. I was merely making an observation, Inuyasha. I heard her and Sango talking about you, a few minutes ago."

"Yeah well… I was in a bad mood, she should have left me alone instead of being nosy," the hanyou muttered.

Miroku raised one brow. "Women never mind their own business.
Especially those two. Hang around Kagome a little more and you'll see
that its impossible to keep anything from her. She likes to help
people."

Inuyasha scoffed. "She likes to pry."

"That too, my friend."

Meanwhile, Sango and Kagome discussed how bastardly the two men of their lives were.

"At least you and Inuyasha aren't steadily seeing each other,"
Sango groaned, taking another bite of her lunch. "Miroku seems to
believe that because I date him, he has free reign to touch and grope
my ass whenever he pleases."

"But he opens up and talks to you… I know I just met Inuyasha a
short while ago, but getting him to open up and talk about even the
smallest thing is impossible, even when I can tell he wants to."

"Then you'll need to give him time, Kagome. Here, eat the rest
of my beef, I'm stuffed." Sango slid the lunch tray towards fri friend,
who positioned it in front of her and began to consume the remaining
strips of meat without hesitation.

"Mmm…Auntie Yuki makes the best stir-fried beef. So, what's going on with you lately, besides Miroku being a jerk?"

A bright smile suddenly lit up Sango's features. "Kohaku was
released from jail yesterday! I forgot to tell you because I was so
pissed at Miroku for his latest stunt. He finally served the rest of
his sentence. Mom's going to try to find a school that will accept
him…she's going to have a little trouble, cause of his record, but she
told me a couple would evaluate him and get back with us at the end of
the week."

"I'm glad he's willing to go back to school," Kagome told her, happy for her cousin's good fortune.

"So are you going to talk to Inuyasha again?"

"I'm going to talk to him before Tokashi-sensei's class ss." s."

***

Rin was determined to get more than a few sentences out of the
silent and rather intimidating man that seemo deo decline any offers of
friendship she made. Her genuine kindness wasn't enough to put even a
small chip in the emotional wall he held up between himself and any
other human being that approached. It was like speaking to an ice cube.

Maybe she wasn't as determined as she thought. Rin lifted her
lunch tray and stood, ready to return to her own class with the
remainder of her meal.

"You haven't finished eating."

Rin blinked, then glanced over her shoulder at Sesshoumaru, who
was still casually reading over the pile of homework on his desk. "No,
I haven't."

"Are you not hungry?" /p>

"Very. But I've grown tired of speaking to myself."

Sesshoumaru glanced up finally, and one dark brow lifted beneath
his fluffy white bangs. "You were speaking to me, were you not?"

"Your lack of response led me to believe otherwise. It's
considered polite to at least look at someone when they speak to you,
or nod your head when they talk," Rin told him, reaching the end of her
rope and losing patience.

"I speak only when necessary."

You poor, poor man, Rin thought. He sincerely seemed to
believe there was nothing wrong with his cold attitude, and behaved as
if she were the misguided and confused one. In fact, the look on his
face told her that was exactly what he thought. "Is that why you hate
questions so much? Because they force you to speak?" she asked.

"Yes. One shouldn't talk unless there is something important to
be said," he clarified. He had heard every word of nonsense the human
girl had rattled on about. Her students, the weather, even what she
revealed about some insipid little school field trip that the former
history teacher always held every year.

I can't believe it, he's talking now! I actually got him to speak and reply.
Her victory was short-lived, because Sesshoumaru soon returned to his
silence. Rin was pleased to see that he did give the occasional curt
nod of acknowledgement, even if he didn't look at her when she spoke.

***

Inuyasha smelled her long before she stepped into the classroom.
Tokashi-sensei was across the hall in his brother's classroom, and the
three stooges (auyasuyasha unaffectionate dubbed Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi)
were chattering away in the corner of the room. Inuyasha fully expected
Kagome to snub him and head directly to her friends, instead, she
surprised both him and them.

Kagome plopped into the seat adjacent to Inuyasha's desk and
smiled at him. "I'm not mad anymore at you. I shouldn't have been
prying in your family business, and I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

When silence came between them, Kagome sd atd at him
impatiently, her eyes practically boring into him while he tried to
concentrate on his homework. "What!?"

"Aren't you going to apologize too?" she snapped.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"You yelled at me!"

Inuyasha grumbled and threw down his pen, folding his arms
across his chest. "I'm sorry for yelling. There. Now do you wanna go
out somewhere after my detention is served?"

Figures. Only he could give a half-hearted apology then ask me out on a date in almost the same breath.
"Sure, Inuyasha," she replied, although she had half a mind to turn him
down just for spite. "How about the theatre again? Some new movies came
out this weekend and some of them looked a little interesting."

Inuyasha blanched. "The movies again? Fine…but I choose this
time!" There was no way in hell he would sit through another chick
flick full of sexual tension and romance.

"That's fiI'm I'm sure you'll choose something good."

***

Takusan-sensei lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood beneath the glass of Japanese History 1's classroom door. I have to put an end to this. I'll be strong, there's nothing he can do to me in today's society, he told himself, opening the door when the responding voice of Sesshoumaru permitted his entrance.

"Hogosha-san, you and I need to have a conference," the
principal told the silver-haired demon behind the desk as he closed the
door behind him.

"Then speak."

"Several students have come forward complaining about your
teaching methods and overuse of disciplinary action. Now I know you're
the son of Hogosha Inutaisho, but regardless of the funding and money
he's given this school in the past, this does not give you the right to
wear out your welcome and abuse the kindness we've shown you. Already,
this school has looked the other way and ignored some of the things
we'ven."en." The aging principal drew in a deep breath when he
finished.

Sesshoumaru's piercing gold eyes practically stared right
through him. He didn't seem at all effected by the man's words, nor did
he seem to care. "Is that all?"

"Yes. I must insist that you change your ways, Hogosha-san, or
we will be forced to find a replacement despite the promises made to
your father re hre his death."

"Why do you tremble?" the demon suddenly asked.

Takusan blinked, then looked down at his hands, which shook so
lightly that he could hardly tell, were it not for the fact that they
were his own hands. "I'm not trembling," he responded wearily.

"You are afraid." His statement was more of an observation than
a guess or an inquiry. It only required the smallest inhalation of
breath through his nose to pick up the scent of fear filling them.
m.
"You know what my father was, and what I am."

Takusan-sensei removed a handkerchief from his pocket to dab at
his forehead, where sweat had slowly began to build. Rarely, did he
deal with demons, of course over the years one popped up from time to
time to make their presence and identity known when necessary.
Occasionally, a youkai brought their human-appearing child to be
schooled, but one as a teacher was almost unheard of until now.

"That doesn't matter. I'm not afraid ou," u," Takusan replied boldly.

Sesshoumaru flexed his claws, the mere action of his long nails
being bared was enough to nearly cause Takusan to wet himself. "You
fear me and the things I could do to you and your school. You have
every right to be frightened of me." A single droplet of acid from
Sesshoumaru's poison claws landed on the wooden surface of the desk,
instantly disintegrating a small round hole. "My father's generosity
appears to be unappreciated.was was his funding in the early nineties
that prevented this school from closing, and now you come making
demands as if you have some authority over this Sesshoumaru?"

All of the courage that the principal entered the classroom
with was long gone by now. "They were only requests, requests, that's
all," he blubbered.

"I see. Understand that I have killed for less, and do not come
to me again without showing the proper respect. I shall do as I please,
and you will do what is necessary to ensure I receive no disagreement."

He had never been so relieved to be out of a classroom before.
Takusan's feet were practically on fire as he fled to find the nearest
restroom.

***

Inuyasha glanced towards thckincking clock on the wall.
Naturally, his canine ears picked up each and every click of the second
hand's movements. Five minutes left of this insanity, and he would be
able to leave for the day, and enjoy a nice afternoon with Kagome,
watching a movie…his choice this time, of course. He didn't think he
could sit through another movie about love and girls becoming attached
to demons, without wondering how Kagome would take to his own secret.

Then again, she seemed to love the Kouga character, and think
his youkai traits were adorable. That and the fact that from time to
time, Inuyasha heard her muttering things at the big screen like "Go
ahead, kiss him already! You know you love him!" to the movie
character, as if they could hear her.

Lately, his mother had become something of an annoyance,
insisting he take up some ridiculous hobby to occupy some of his spare
time, so he could be more like a 'normal' child. By that, he supposed
she meant the typical human teenaged male. The coaches had finally
stopped approaching him, but now, he was considering trying out for the
football team. And maybe a few after school lessons in kendo so that
his meager sword skills wouldn't go to ruin completely.

"Dismissed."

The sound of Sesshoumaru's voice cut into his thoughts, as well
as the noise of four other students scrambling out of their chairs and
rushing to the door to leave. Inuyasha stood, then walked halfway to
the door before stopping to glance at his brother.

"Have you decided?"

"Yeah…I've decided to give up the swordsshosshoumaru. Meet me
tomorrow morning with something to put it in, or else you won't be able
to take it with you."

Sesshoumaru's usually unreadable expression appeared e
pe
pleasant for several seconds. "So you have finally learned your place,
half-breed. Remember it."

"I will, as long as you promise something."

"Name your condition."

"You have to promise to leave me and all of my friends and
people I like alone, release me from the rest of my detention and
promise not to give me another for the rest of the year…and stop
lording over everybody like they don't mean shit."

"Easily done."

Inuyasha was grinning the moment he left the classroom. His brother didn't know what he got himself into.

***

As the last student left her class, Rin lifted her briefcase in
one hand, and held the remaining stack of papers to be graded against
her chest. She hadn't quite expected everyone's essays to be so
lengthy, and had run out of space by the time the last period of the
day rolled around.

Rin usually spent Tuesdays and Wednesdaysorinoring struggling
students who needed help with their Advanced English, but today all of
her usual students were busy with the first day of football tryouts.
Only three students, out of the usual six or seven showed up, and were
already gone after receiving her help and guidance. That meant she was
to to go home, or to remain behind and watch tryouts.

She chose to go home and get a head start on reading and
grading. Gathering the rest of her things, Rin walked to the door and
moved out into the hallway. She thought of lingering behind to bid
Sesshoumaru a good evening, but he appeared to be busy and deep in
conversation with his little brother.

Not daring to interrupt a conversation that appeared to be so
serious, Rin continued to the rear school doors, to walk the usual
shortcut home.

The school had two parking lots, a rear for the students, and a
side for the teachers and visitors. Because the most direct route home
was reached by cutting through the student side, Rin almost always
encountered a student or two on the way, and was occasionally walked
home too.

Most students were observing the tryouts at the football field,
not to mention it was after school hours and most had gone home
already. Expecting to find an empty parking lot, instead, Rin found it
occu by by two senior boys Their posture and low voices gave the
impression they were doing anything but innocent planning. Not wishing
to be involved, Rin turned around to take the long route home, rather
than cross their paths and be seen.

***

"Failure will not be acceptable. The girl will be brought to me dead or alive, understood?"

He merely nodded, although that was an acceptable answer for
Naraku, who knew the reason for the boy's silence, and 'mute' condition
as was reported to school authorities as excuse for his inability to
speak.

"As for the rest of the shrine, do as you please. My only concern is the young miko."

The lavender-haired teen looked nervous, and ready to spring
after the woman right then. A touch of Naraku's hand against his
shoulder stilled him in place. It was too dangerous to go after her
now, there were witnesses, and people wou would see.

"It is doubtful that she heard anything incriminating, and not worth the risk of chasing her now. Do so at another time."

Another nod, and Naraku was almost certain there was a gruesome
smile beneath the warded face mask covering his detachment's lower
face.

***

Kagome mentally groaned when she saw Inuyasha hand over movie for one of the most gruesome, and completely male
movies in the listings. What the hell gave the the idea that she'd want
to see that gae? Ce? Couldn't he have picked a nice romance…or comedy
instead? Even drama would have been preferable to Dawn of the Dead.

The hanyou handed his date her movie ticket, and together they
entered the building to head to the correct theatre. Kagome noticed two
familiar figures leaning against the wall near the concessions stand,
identical males with long lavender dyed hair, or so she assumed was
dyed, considering it was such an unnatural color for anyone to be born
with. As she walked past, their hard stares were unwavering, and
followed her to the double doors leading to screen four with such
intensity that she shivered.

Inuyasha glanced back at her and smirked. "Scared already?"

"No…the air conditioning here is just a little chilly," she lied.

The hanyou lifted one dark brow, slid out of his jacket, and
tossed it over her shoulders. "Here." Surprise at his gentlemanly
behavior was an undetemetement. "Don't give me that look. Just go save
me a seat, I'll grab the food," he grumbled before stalking off towards
concessions.

A few minutes later, he returned with an armful of theatre
boxes carrying a variety of food. Hotdogs, nachos, drinks of the
largest available size…and enough sugar to sustain a narcoleptic
elephant.

"Are you going to eat all of that?" Kagome asked.

He blinked at her. "It's for both of us. Its only a little more than last time."

"A little, Inuyasha? That must be two thousand yen worth of snacks!"

The silver-haired teen took a long sip of his soda. "Twenty-nine hundred," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

The actual movie itself was tackier than Kagome had expected.
Unfortunately, it had its moments where the shock value exceeded the
worth of the movie plot by far, and Kagome found herself burying her
face in Inuyasha's chest to avoid the gruesome sights on the big
screen.

"Wuss," Inuyasha whispered softly, snaking his arm around Kagome despite his comment. "It's safe to look now."

When Kagome lifted her head, it was just in time to see a bloody
massacre on screen. She yelped, smacked him on the arm and replanted
her face into his shirt. "Liar!" came her muffled voice a few moments
later.

"What? It was safe to look…thatthat moment at least," he mumbled, unphased as he watched the movie continue.

Afterwards, once the movie came to an end, Kagome grabbed Inuyasha by the left wrist to look at his watch. "Hey!"

"I was just checking the time," she replied. "I have to get home
for dinner." Before anything resembling an expression of disappointment
could filter onto Inuyasha's features, Kagome brightened and grabbed
him by the hand. "Come with me. Mom always makes a little extra in case
company stops by."

"Okay."

Neither even seemed to notice they were holding hands.

***

"Mom! I'm home!" Kagome called as the two of them entered and
kicked off their shoes on the mat before venturing further into the
shrine. "I brought Inuyasha with me for dinner!"

Before they could completely make it into the kitchen, Kagome's
little brother Souta came barreling out of the room, and smashed face
first into Inuyasha. The unmoved hanyou blinked down at the young boy
that had bounced off of him and hit the floor.

Mrs. Higurashi turned around from the stove and gave a little
sigh. "Souta-kun, you know better than to run and play in the shrine.
You'll get hurt, and you could have injured Inuyasha."

"Nah, I'm a lot tougher than that," he bragged.

"Who's he?" the boy asked his older sister curiously.

Kagome smiled, and glanced at Inuyasha. "Souta, this is
my̷iendiend Inuyasha from school. Inuyasha, this is my little brother,
Souta."

"Go get cleaned up for dinner now. Grandpa is bringing his lady
friend to dinner, and I want everyone to be on their best behavior
tonight."

"Yes, Mom!" The two siblings sped off to the bathroom, Inuyasha in tow as Kagome grabbed his hand and drug him behind her.

As it turned out, their grandfather's lady friend was as old as
he was! She was a stout woman, with long gray hair tugged into a pony
tail that fell to her back. While the eye patch over her eye might have
made other women more homely, it only served to give her character, and
even make her appear more interesting.

And she was just as traditional as her grandfather. Kagome
didn't know how he managed to pull off finding a woman just as stuck in
the days of old as he was.

Every time she looked at Kagome, her eyes twinkled, and the
creases and laugh lines around her forehead and mouth almost smoothed
out. She was a merry woman, that loved to talk. Her and Souta had met
before on two other accounts, although this was only Kagome's first
time meeting the woman, since she'd been out with her friends the two
previous times she had visited the shrine with Gramps.

So this is how a real family behaves around one another,
Inuyasha thought, observing the exchange between Kagome and her mother,
Souta and the woman he affectionately called Kaede-baachan, and Mrs.
Higurashi and her father. Having grown up in the presence of two male
demons and no maternal figure, his own family life had been a cruel
joke not even worth mentioning.

As much as he loved his life with his mother, it was hardly a
'family' like this one was. He'd never had a real brother or sister,
considering Sesshoumaru's undying hatred and unconcealed disgust for
the hanyou, his father had always been rather busy, and hotheother
hadn't been part of his life until a few months ago.

When dinner ended, Kaede bid them all farewell, then paused at the door to call Kagome to her.

"Yes, ma'am?" the young school girl asked curiously.

"Although this is the first time I have met you, I brought a
gift that I thought you might enjoy. Your mother told me you had no
hobby." Kaede slid into her shoes, and opened the door, gesturing for
Kagome to follow the old woman to her car.
Whe>When they arrived to the woman's vehicle, Kaede walked to the
k ank and opened it, glancing back at her. "Every girl should have a
hobby, no matter what it is. When your grandfather described you, I
took you as the type to be an archer," she told her, gently pushing the
longbow into Kagome's hands.

"A bow?" Kagome blinked, holding the weapon awkwardly.

"Hai. It may come in use for you one day." Kaede's warm smile
soothed any worry or concern receiving such a weapon may have given the
girl. "Now you take these arrows, and put them somewhere safe until you
feel you want to practice."

"I will. Thank you, Kaede-san."

"Baachan, will do nicely, child," the woman told her, smiling kindly again.

Kagome went to the old well house to store her weapons, knowing
her mother would only worry and fret if her daughter kept a bow and
quiver of arrows in the house.

On the way inside, Kagome's grandfather ed hed her on his way
out to bid Kaede a goodnight and safe ride home. Kagome found Inuyasha
in Souta's room, engaging in their third round of Marvel Vs. Capcom 2,
the hanyou suffering an embarrassing defeat to the little boy.

"Hey, that's cheating, you little runt!"

"Is not! You just don't play very well! Didn't you ever have a brother or friend to play against?"

Inuyasha quietly shook his head. Sesshoumaru would have laughed if I asked him to play a game with me.

"Oh." Souta blinked, cheeks tinting with pink. "Well…you can be my brother then," Souta declared.

Kagome smiled to herself, and decided to let the two boys bond
and make friends. A few hours later, when Inuyasha was leaving and she
saw the wide grin on his face, gained after finally discovering a
videogame he excelled in, she was certain her little brother had helped
draw the grumpy boy even more out of his unsociable l.. l..

"You'll come and visit more often, won't you, Inu-niisan?" Souta asked.

"Sure, Squirt."

Souta grinned and returned to his room to play games, while
Kagome led Inuyasha to the doorway. "Thanks for playing games with my
little brother, Inuyasha."

"Eh, think nothing of it. I guess I had fun doing it…Look, I
was wondering…tomorrow is the last day of football tryouts and
all…would you come watch?"

"Sure!"
>

>

The hanyou grinned, then stepped out the door. "I'll see you at school in the morning then." If Sesshoumaru doesn't snap and kill me first.

A/N: 2000 yen is about 19 dollars.

Answering questions that I didn't put in the top
Note. While its against the law, immoral, and against the school policy
of any university, high school, or place of learning in both Japan and
America, we forget one thing.

Neither Inuyasha nor Sesshoumaru are human, and
the sword and subject of black mail is a magical sword. Inuyasha cannot
report his brother, because no one would believe him if he said "My
brother is threatening to fail me because he wants this magical sword
my demon father gave me when he was alive."

He also can't prove it, because no one is
supposed to -know- he is a demon and he thinks ia coa complete secret
that only he, his mother, and his brother currently know. In their time
and age, demons are carefully guarded secrets, and those that know
would never tell the general public. So you see, Sess can get away with
quite a bit, and although I wasn't going to do the above sequence just
yet, I did it now so appease those of you who were wondering how Sess's
behavior was going unchecked. I also added that bit between Naraku and
Juuroumaru a chapter early, because I've decided to step up my plans a
bit.

Oh btw, yes, Sess does have both arms. Whether or
not I'll allow him to keep both is another story that will be revealed
only if you continue to read. I'll also explain how they (the modern
day youkai) get ID and stuff, since most don't age normally and would
need constant changes in identification every few years, just keep your
pants on and wait :o

I also don't know if Japan has football cause I
think its more of an American sport, but for the sake of me being able
to picture Inuyasha in tight pants, shoulder pads, and a helmet I chose
that.

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