InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kagomirò ❯ Chapter one: Arranged Weddings ( Chapter 1 )

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Kagomiro'

Written by Giulia "Kagome-sama", corrected by Arvel. BETA TEST EDITION!!!!!!

Legal note:
I'm not Rumiko Takahashi. I don't own Inuyasha, so don't sue me :)
Inuyasha manga © 1996 - 2002 Takahashi Rumiko, Shogakukan.
Inuyasha anime © 2000 - 2002 Takahashi Rumiko, Sunrise, YTV
Fantaghirò © Lamberto Bava, Rete Italia 1991-1993, S. Berlusconi Production.

Introduction:
This is an AU FanFiction (Alternate Universe). The story is liberally inspired by the TV series "Fantaghirò", that was aired in Italy several years ago, but that show was inspired by a traditional Italian fairy tale "Fantaghiro', beautiful person" (that is also a book written by one of the most famous Italian writers, Italo Calvino), so I have to thank my culture for birthing such a beautiful story. Yes, I'm using the characters from a Japanese Feudal fairy tale (Inuyasha) to write back an Italian Medieval fairy tale ;). Let's see if you'll like it!
Obviously this story IS different from Fantaghirò, and I'll TRY to keep the characters IC enough; but you know, since it's an AU fic, if you ever find that the characters are a little OOC… well, you should live with it and don't sue me. :P

Grammar Warning:
Yes, I'm doing a grammar warning. I'm sorry. I'm NOT from the United States. I'm from ITALY, and I live in Rome. I studied English by myself and I speak ITALIAN as a mother language. I KNOW my English is not perfect, and some faults MAY occur in my fics.
Anyway, I have a good beta-reader now, Arvel-san :) I hope that with his help the fanfic won't have many faults anymore.

ATTENTION: This version has not been corrected yet. My beta tester is very busy with homework, and he's still working on a more finalized version. So you will surely find a lot of faults here. I'm sorry, if you want to read the correct edition, please, come back later!







Steel hissed ominously to his right. The prince protected himself with an instinctive movement of his arm, and kept attacking in that direction. His eyes were filled with anger and the desire for vengeance. He wouldn't lose. Not this time, not against this opponent.

He kept attacking. Roused by a blind fury, he hit, and hit again, as if he had no knowledge about what was he doing.

That's it… his katana's blade sank into his opponent's flesh. A choked cry, the surprised expression drawn in the face of the collapsing man, and then there was nothing. The smell of blood filled his nose: yes, he'd killed one.

The rapture of victory passed through his body as an adrenalin rush, giving him the freaks. His growing joy exploded in a savage, barbaric, animalistic scream. The blood's smell intoxicated him, now his katana's blade was finally nourished, and he wouldn't leave any outstanding accounts. He approached quickly, ready to sink his blade once again into the unarmed opponent before him. He'd stunned him earlier and now that he'd finally killed his other opponent he could win easily.

The human priest's reply was unexpected. The katana's blade clashed with the sacred staff, held horizontally; he got drawn up into a defensive posture, kneeling down, then he suddenly lunged upwards, he screamed and went forward, resisting his opponent's impetus as he parried a heavy downward stroke with a quick movement of his staff.

No, it was impossible… how could a human monk give difficulties to someone like him? The prince tried to resist the priest's vehemence, answering his strokes with the same amount of stabs. Then, his opponent began to cast a spell while whirling his staff quickly in front of himself, to avoid any possible hit.

"Miroku! Damn it, whatcha planning to do?" the prince yelled while attacking and noticing, scornfully, that he was panting. He couldn't stand his own frailty! The priest finished his incantation and opened his eyes, throwing an ofuda over his opponent's face. The piece of paper caught fire when it touched his skin.

He tore the ofuda from his face with a quick movement of his right arm, but he couldn't see clearly anymore, and his thoughts became dull.

"Damn that fucking monk!" he thought while his sensitive dog ears moved upon hearing a noise behind his back. Three youkai with drawn katana were approaching him. Noticing that he felt their presence, they started screaming and reached him quickly.

The prince knew perfectly well that his senses were still dulled by the priest's spell, but he decided to attack anyway. He didn't want to lose, not that day, not in such a way.

"Mother!" he thought while gaining a protective pose to bypass the worst wounds. He parried the sacred staff's stroke and he felt the sound of a katana's blade hissing near him. Instinctively, he blocked the blade with his arm; luckily he wore the red kariginu made with the hinezumi's coat, or he'd loose an arm.

He deflected other two strokes with his sword, but he noticed too late that Miroku was casting another spell, and that a new ofuda hit his sword's blade. Tessaiga lost the youkai power that turned it big, and it became even useless than ever.

Inuyasha had to fight against his desire to throw it away, using his blood's sickles to kill all his opponents. "No, I can't… If I'll leave Tessaiga Dad will ask it back. He told me to never leave it during battles!" he thought while collapsing to the ground. His opponent was expecting a frontal attack, and the hanyou could easily slip under him. He hit with a precise downward stroke the strings of his opponent's armour, breaking lots of them. A hard crash followed the fall of a part of the youkai's protection, while the other one was kept hung roughly to his body, giving him troubles to move. The youkai looked at his armour on the ground with surprise: that small moment was fatal for him, too late he noticed Tessaiga's blade that penetrated his chest. Spitting blood he collapsed, crashing on the hanyou.

Inuyasha shook from his body the corpse, that spotted with blood his preferred kariginu. His sight passed through that big carmine spot, while his ears set off for the direction of the light noise he heard. Yet flaming with rage, his eyes met the glacial and cold ones of his new interlocutor.

"I notice you didn't master Tessaiga yet… you're really worthless, our father made a terrible mistake. Tessaiga should be given to me. It's not a weapon made for a cipher that handles it like a hoe, one that hasn't enough strength to use its powerful skills."

While he was talking, with a cold and annoying confidence, the handsome youkai with deep golden eyes and long silver hair was approaching, one at time, every opponent that his brother had defeated. Looking at them with disgust, he extracted his katana, the one he wore at his left hip, and he hit them, resurrecting them and healing their wounds.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, you shouldn't be so hard with prince Inuyasha. He was fighting fine, and he put everybody in difficulties…" Miroku said, noticing that the hanyou was seething for the anger. "I must remind him that he should keep the calm in every occasion. I must teach him some concentration technique… but I guess I'll loose my time…" he thought, sighing and scrolling his head in disappointment.

"He was fighting fine…" a mocking smile appeared in the young youkai's face. "Don't make me laugh, monk. If he really was fighting fine, he'd defeat a hundred youkai with a single down stroke, thanks to the great power of our father's fang."

"Whatcha saying you asshole! This blade is too rusty, it wouldn't cut anything!"

"The blade is powerful as the arm that handles it. Tessaiga can destroy a hundred youkai with a single hit. If you can't master it, you should renounce and give it to the one who can do it." Prince Sesshoumaru's eyes were filled with anger.

"That is… you? Feh! Don't tell bullshit… you can't even get close to this sword! It's not my fault if you hate humans and you can't pass Tessaiga's barrier!" An arrogant smile appeared to the red-dressed boy.

"Inuyasha… if you want to fight and end your days now, you just have to tell me, I'm always available to kill you;" a green light came out Sesshoumaru's right hand. His eyes flashed with rage, but they became quiet immediately, coming back to be the typical golden lakes as always. With an annoying calm he cleaned his white and violet kariginu by the dust that spotted it while he was resurrecting the servants. The prince cleaned every small grain of dust, he set out in order his light armour and he passed a hand over the fluffy mane that adorned his shoulder. Then, he glanced at the hanyou, beckoning him to follow. "but I was looking for you because Father asked me, so please comply. And stay quiet."

"Feh! Why the fuck should I obey you? Today's my birthday, dad granted me the permission to pass it as I wished. So I don't see why he should have called me… and why YOU? What is it? The last trick to steal my Tessaiga?"

"Tzk… you're a looser. How can you ever think I, the great Sesshoumaru, can plot a trick to steal your sword? You know I can't touch it. It would be a waste of time… Father has to tell you something that cannot wait until tomorrow."

"And what can it be, can't it wait for few hours? I promised to Miroku to go for a ride with him after the training." Inuyasha crossed his arms, and his right foot, naked as convenience for the fight, tapped to the ground, nervously. His waiting pose got Sesshoumaru's nerves, and Miroku tried to fix everything.

"Prince Inuyasha, if your father needs you I'll wait him to finish. The fight we just had was stressful… I need a bath. So, please, go to talk with Inutaisho-sama, and don't worry about me." The priest noticed with pleasure that the boy got reassured at his words. "I'm a guest here after all… I abuse of your kindness and I can't offer in exchange nothing else than my religious skills."

"Feh! If you really are so tired, I'll let you go to rest… humans are so spineless!" clearly annoyed, the boy followed the brother that already left. "But keep in mind, Miroku, that after I have talked with dad we have to go for the ride!"

"Ok!" the priest looked at his young friend leaving unwillingly, dragging his feet in a gait unworthy of a prince. He sighed and he made for his room, to relax.

He didn't lie to Inuyasha, after all: the fight they just had was very exhausting, and now he felt his clothes stick on his skin. He'd never stand to spend all the day riding without a hot bath.

"That boy… he's really a hot-head: his eyes were filled with hatred and wildness during the fight… and it just was a training. I hope he'll be able to let all this energy explode during a real battle, so he'll be able to go after Naraku." The priest came in his room, and then in the bathroom. Weird… the water was already hot and ready for the bath, as if somebody thought about him being tired and had decided to give him comfort… surely Inuyasha had asked a bath for him, going to his father's room. Miroku smiled. "He's not bad, after all. He wants to appear rough and impolite… but he has a kind heart."



"Hiraikotsu!" the beautiful girl with long, black hair threw a big boomerang. It hit immediately the first target, and the second one just after it. Then, it described a sickle path and it returned to its owner's direction, it hit the third target before it went down and it came back on her hands.

"Princess Sango! Congratulations, you hit three targets threw in different time! You really are the best one with Hiraikotsu!" the teacher was congratulating with her, clapping his hands. The girl's sweet smile was so attractive that the old man desired to be at least twenty years younger… so he could ask her hand in marriage.

Sango thanked kindly her teacher, as long as putting back her Hiraikotsu on place. Then she went to her rooms, to have a bath and change clothes. Walking to her apartment, she felt suddenly something that hit her head. She rose her sight: she was just under the big sacred tree that towered in the palace's gardens. One that appeared like a young boy was sitting on one of the Goshinboku's branches, and he threw on her head some acorns.

"Kagome-chan! What are you doing? Stop to behave like a savage, you're a princess! Get down!" she yelled, protecting her head with the hands. But it was as if her interlocutor had no will to comply.. "Kagome-chan! Onegai, get down… if Father would know that you went there once again, he'd punish you!"

"I don't care!" she said, keeping throwing acorns over her sis' head. Sango got upset.

"Hey! You're not a child any more! Today's you're sixteen! A girl of your age should start looking for a fiancée, and she shouldn't wear trousers like a brat, climbing on the trees to pull other people's leg! Get down IMMEDIATELY, or I won't allow you to train with Hiraikotsu!"

The threatening words forced Kagome to get down from the tree. Sango shook her head noticing the unpleasant show she had to look at. The girl… if you could call her 'girl'… had messed up hair and red eyes. She wore a silk shirt, very large, to cover her female figure, and a pair of male trousers, that didn't get her knees letting the legs naked. She was carrying a big book… probably a romantic novel, judging from the cover… she looked like the son of a servant, and not a princess.

Her sloppiness was a stark contrast of her sister's elegant beauty: even being tired for the just ended training, her long black hair kept in a tail; the refined black overalls decorated in Chinese style, that wrapped her body standing out her gorgeous figure; the red cheeks and the shining eyes… all of this gave to her a savage and graceful look.

"Boys… you can't think at anything else? Father combined a meeting with some princes for us! Somebody told me that the princes are three, so Rin-chan should be married too? She's just a child! Don't you think it's madness?"

"If Father thinks that we have to marry, he must have his reasons. And the prince that asked for Rin-chan is a child too, the meeting between them is only for a promise, and not for a wedding. She's too young to marry!" Sango sighed. She wasn't very happy about the wedding proposal too. She heard that it came from two princes of the Youkai's kingdom: the king there decided that he wanted to build an alliance with the Humans' kingdom and he asked them in marriage for his sons. But she knew that the brothers were two… she didn't know who the third one was. Sango didn't even saw one time the face of their future husbands. But unfortunately she couldn't help.

"Kagome-chan, please, try to think with your mind. I don't agree with this marriage too, but if Father decided this… we can't help. He's the one that decides, after all."

"Yeah… he's the one that decides. He was the one to decide even when he disowned Mother to marry that… 'woman'. Rin-chan was the only good thing she did… but Mother suffered a lot for such a reason…" Sango's sight fallen to the floor thinking at this. Some years after Kagome's birth their mother was found pregnant again. Unfortunately, she couldn't carry the child to birth, 'cause of some problems during the pregnancy. That time it was a male, the one their father desired so much. And the doctor told them that she wouldn't be able to be pregnant again, or she'd die.

Their father decided that his wife was useless: he sent her to her daughters' rooms and he took another woman as wife. But he yet had a daughter from the new wife, Rin-chan. Probably Tsubaki's spell was true, after all. And now he wanted to find some powerful princes to marry them to, and he didn't count their own feelings at all.

"Princess Sango, Princess Kagome;" the two girls turned out: a servant bowed in front of them and looked at them with anxious eyes. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but the princes that Your Majesty is waiting for will come here today. Please, go to change yourself and then go to the throne room." The young servant bowed again and left.

"We can't help, Kagome-chan… but since we must meet them, let's try to be as beautiful as we can. I'll help you to dress for this meeting, you must be gorgeous!"

"Sango-chan, I don't want to marry… with a combined wedding! I want to love the man I'll marry, please, try to understand…" yet protesting, the girl followed her sister. Sango smiled hearing her words. A wedding with love… it would be SO good! She sighed dreamy thinking at an handsome man that could hug her with muscled arms and kiss her with love. She did read the books her sister was reading, after all, and the dream of a romantic love was usual for any girl. But the princes our father chose for us… they can't be so bad after all… she thought while coming in her rooms and closing the door after her sister.



Miroku undressed himself and he came in the hot room. Sighing happily he let his tired body fall in the water, nicely hot. The delightful warmth and his muscles that were relaxing helped his mind to wander. He looked with melancholy at the palm of his right hand: he didn't remove the protection that covered it and the sealing rosary even now that he was having a bath. He passed over it with the other hand, feeling a very powerful youki. It was his curse… he shook thinking at it.

The young priest was very thankful at Inu-Taisho and his family. Some years after his father died he went looking for the being he hated with all his strength, and prince Inuyasha found him.

At that time, he was just a teen-ager, a fifteen years old boy, dead-hungry and scared by a cut on his right hand's palm that widened his Kazana, his curse. Miroku had still memories about the pain he felt when, protecting himself from the attack of a mantis-youkai, he had to suck it and its cutting claws into his hand. He didn't think about it, he just left his sensei's home to start his vengeance's journey, and he was yet inexpert.

Luckily for him, Prince Inuyasha was walking in the wood and he felt his smell, giving him first aid. Without his help, he'd probably die.

"The Kazana… my youki, and my curse. One day I'll be sucked into my own power if I can't get to destroy Naraku. That Naraku… that killed Inuyasha's mother too." The boy stood up and he went washing his hair and cleaning himself better, then he came back into the hot water. He sighed with pleasure when his head emerged back from the water, after having completely plunged himself. Yes, he really felt good now, and it was all thanks to Inu-taisho.

"What did you find today, you useless thing?" the young youkai with golden eyes and long silver hair haughtily asked the young hanyou running in his direction

"Aniki! There's a person there.. he's ill…"the boy replied, breathless, trying to force his brother to follow him. He was so worried that he didn't notice the hit that he delivered him and he found himself on the ground.

"Why should I lose my time in such a way? Go to look for a servant." The young hanyou had tears in his eyes while crossing the cold and pitiless eyes of the brother. But suddenly an adult youkai approached them and he slapped the older one, glaring at him with disdain.

"Sesshoumaru. How many times should I tell you that it's not worthy of a prince to avoid the help requests?" the young one looked at his father, scornful, and he left.

The adult youkai was so similar in appearance to the younger one, but he diffused a regal and powerful aura, one who you can emanate only if you're in peace with yourself and fully sure about your strength. He should be a taiyoukai. He looked with an illegible glare at the other boy, who was sniffing yet, asking him where the hurt person was.

This is how they found me. I was ill-treated, and I was trying to let myself die. The cut in my hand had made the kazana bigger, and I didn't want to die in the same way I saw my dad dyeing, few months before. The kazana, the spell whom a powerful youkai cursed my grand-father, and all his male heritage… only since 'he didn't like him'. That evil being, Naraku, was the one I had to kill if I wanted to stay alive.

But the pain I felt to my hand caused me to get crazy. I thought I'd die soon, that soon Kazana would suck me… so, I thought, it was better to kill myself before this.

Luckily Inu-Taisho took care of my Kazana… and even of my soul. When I told them that my enemy was Naraku, then, they both told me to stay. Above all him… Inuyasha.

I'm so happy I met him. He can seem bashful and rude… I thought him like this too at first. But when I could penetrate, with many work, his barriers… I found a great friend. I hope I can suggest him in the best way what to do and see him happy before…



"Marriage? Dad, I have no will to get married yet!" the young hanyou's voice re-echoed, clear, in the big throne's hall.

"Tell me a valid reason for which, being seventeen years old, you shouldn't think about marriage. I'm trying to think at your future, son…" the youkai looked with grave eyes the stubborn boy that was facing him.

"Sesshoumaru is even older than me, but you never tried to look for a heck of a woman for him! Why should you put so much effort in planning my future… and not his? I wanna be a great warrior and go to destroy Naraku!"

"I've had the same speech with your brother. He has to think about marriage too, but he has no hurry about it: Sesshoumaru is my heir, he can marry in old age, or he can even stay alone for his whole life, he'd never have trouble at it. Inuyasha… you're my second son. You must marry to acquire a position, and I must try my best to find a good wife for you: a person that can give to us a good alliance, and that can give to you a bright future as the King of a Country."

The youkai kept staring at the boy in front of him: Inuyasha was fighting to obtain a freeness that would be his ruin, he knew it. He could see his lips shaking, his fists squeezing for the anger. And he knew the reason of his stubbornness.

"I know that you'd want to go to defeat Naraku, who killed your mother in front of you. What are you thinking? I'd like to kill him too… I did love your mother, Megumi. But… that bastard is a hard nut to crack… too hard for you. I'm trying to ally with some of our neighbour countries: I've heard that the Oni's kingdom has some outstanding accounts with him, and I'm talking even with the Elves' Kingdom. But it's a long negotiation… and I can't send you to the war by yourself. You're too young, inexperienced…" and a hanyou he thought. Inu-taisho didn't want to point out the difference between his two sons. Sesshoumaru enjoyed a lot to tell his brother that he disgusted him, that he was inferior. But their father's heart didn't see any difference…

"Dad, stop it with yer fucking pietism! Speak out that you don't wanna send me there 'cause I'm a hanyou! You always said you love me and you don't consider me lower than 'him'… but it's what you think! I don't want your fuck…" the slap on his face got him unprepared. He opened his eyes, that he kept closed, and he met the cold sight of his brother.

"Father, how can you let this abomination talk at you in such a way!" the prince turned at his father's direction, noticing that he wasn't mad at him for what he did, for once. So he thought he could keep talking. "Inuyasha… you're thankless. Our father is trying to give you an arrangement that won't cut a bad figure for us, something that can give a good alliance for our Kingdom. You should crawl on the ground in front of him and kiss his feet to thank him. Instead.… what are you doing? You're yelling at him abuses that would be good in a common herd's mouth. I can't believe it… even if you're a damn hanyou, you have been brought up like me!"

Inuyasha looked at his brother with the most angry eyes his father always saw in him, and his heart bled. The boy passed his sight from Sesshoumaru to Inu-taisho, then, silent, he cleaned his eyes and he leaved, slamming the door. The King of the Western Lands sighed painfully looking at this reaction. Inuyasha would never understand…




Miroku opened his eyes. He felt the water became cold: he wondered since when he was there… it should have been a while! He looked in interest at the fingers of his left hand: the skin wrinkled 'cause of the water. Yes, surely he stayed there too long.

He stood up, and he got dressed, with calm, going outside the bathroom just after that. He startled when he noticed that Inuyasha, looking very sad, was sitting on his bed. The dark and resigned look of his eyes got him worried: he was going to ask him what had happened, but the boy talked first.

"Marry… he wants I get married, you see?" his voice was flat, cracked. He stood up and, slowly, he let the anger explode. "I'm thinking at your future, he said. Damn it! What heck of a future! Who damn cares that asshole to take care of my life? My life is MINE! I decide if I wanna marry someone, and when!" he grabbed his katana, his father's present, the one that Sesshoumaru envied him so much. He threw it to the ground, thread upon it and let it there, going off the room to the balcony. He stared at the view outside, for a while.

"Inuyasha… why don't we go for the walk we planned yesterday? I think you should relax." Miroku approached him, putting carefully a hand over his shoulder. Inuyasha drew it aside, avoiding to look at him directly. He appeared to look very deeply at a distant point at the horizon. "But… did he already set a date for you? Do you know the girl? Is she beautiful?" he asked with a funny voice.

"I don't know. He just said that I must think at the marriage, since I'm a second son and I already have the age to think at it. I got pissed off and I left." He turned his sight to look at his friend: he was glaring at him in a funny way. He didn't like that glare, it got his nerves. "And stop looking at me in such a way. Even if he already found that bitch… even if she's the most beautiful girl in the world… I won't ever accept. I wanna get my revenge, and you know it!"

"I know, Inuyasha. I wanna fight Naraku too, you should know it better than anybody else." The young monk looked at the palm of his right hand, a bit worried, while continuing. "But you must agree with me that we two can't kill him alone. Besides…" Inuyasha glared at him with stubborn eyes. The monk sighed: he knew perfectly what his friend was thinking. Even if he wasn't sure to kill Naraku, he preferred to die trying than live all his life in such a way.

"Besides…?"

"Besides… maybe we could do something… if we'd know where he lived! But we have no idea about where his palace is located! Did you know that, when you found me, I was looking for him, right?" while the monk was talking, Inuyasha widened his eyes, and then he got a long face. He nodded to his question, sadly. "Well, I left six month before the doujou where I was training with my shishou. I looked everywhere it was humanly possible, but I couldn't find him yet. We'd risk to look for him forever… --or until my hand would let me live…-- without an army."

"And what the fuck should I do? I should obey to my father and live the damn life he planned for me? I have no need of a stupid bitch to stay in my rooms and warm my bed. Women are useless…"

"Heh… you talk like this 'cause you're a child yet, Inuyasha." Miroku smiled at his young friend's words. "No, no… don't glare at me in such a way. I can assure you that women are everything but useless. Besides… they can even fight, you know? I've heard that the daughter of the Humans' king fights in a way very similar to a man. She's very good… and I've heard that she's a gorgeous woman too!" the priest smiled at the nervous glare his friend sent to him.

"Feh! Damn you… lecherous… can't you think at something else once in yer life?" he grabbed his friend's clothes, glaring at him with a killed look "You know what I've heard? I've heard dozen of servants in this castle talking about how lecherous YOU are, and how they'd like to kill you, since you're always touching them!"

"Hem… c'mon, don't get mad at me in such a way… some of them are very nice… and I have to find a girl to bear my child soon, so I'll have a hair if ever…" the monk pulled his friend back, and he tried to assume an indifferent look, but he had to stop when Inuyasha got the cursed hand on hands and glared at him with decisive eyes.

"If ever… WHAT? I WON'T allow you to get sucked into this damn kazana! You're an important adviser…" the boy's sight fallen to the floor while he kept talking, blushing. "… too much an important friend to me. Don't you see? I wanna destroy Naraku even to help you! I wanna free you from this damn curse! Why the fuck should I stay here on the leash while that bloody bastard is free to do whatever he wants? I don't want to loose my best friend -my only friend-- in the same way I lost my mom… without fighting!"

"I thank you, my prince. But I think we really should go, if we wanna have that ride…" Inuyasha noticed that the boy was very moved by what he told him. He hadn't enough heart to keep talking and he followed him to the stables.





A/N:
So? Did you like the chapter? What do you think about how the plot is developing? And what about the style I'm using? Well, I know that unfortunately it can't be the same than in Italian… I'd really wish I can write correctly in English. But I hope that the particularity of the style can be noticed even here. And did you like the fight in the start? ^_^ Did you find immediately that the character was Inuyasha? And when did you find it was an exercise?^^ What do you think will happen in the next chapter? :)

Last note:
Keep in mind that I DEPEND on feedback!
No feedback = Kagome very sad = no new chapters of ANY of my stories for ages.
I did my job as Author. Now it's your turn… I want to know if you read the story, if you like it and which are your feelings about it.
After writing this I'll go to translate a one-shot I wrote for a contest some days ago. Then I'll write the new TEF chapter, and after that, AITR new one.
In the meantime, can you have a look to the new fanfic I posted this August? The title is "Yume no Princess", and it's always Inuyasha's related. There's a contest in it, and who'll win it he/she'll win a fic written by me about anything you like… but that I know. So… please check it out!
Ja ne!