Once Again with Love

style='mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>If Disclaimer: class=SpellE>Inuyasha is the sole property of its creatorstyle='mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'>.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Authors Note:style='mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:200%'> Hey, everyone the preverbal
bad penny is back again.

Umm, yeah class=SpellE>Shippo—I realized I made a mistake in one of my earlier chapters I
will go back and fix it later. In my story although he would be about 12 human
years old, Shippo appears much younger, but I believe
that youkai children would ages at a slower rate than
human children because by the fact that they live so long., so they age 1 year
for every 3, 4 or even 5 human years. So he has changed very little, just a
little heavier and taller…about the size of a three or four year old.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

Thanks

style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Cerulean Rose

style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Chapter 11style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>…the mountains of daggers

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Knives.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> The mountains look like blood stained
knives. After class=SpellE>Aniketo had left the abandoned style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>village style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> of style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Edostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>, she followed the directions that class=SpellE>Naraku had given her and walked west towards the sinister
mountains that rose above the horizon and to an observer the ragged iron
tarnished edges of the mountains left the impression of enormous knives
stabbing at the sky.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Broken.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> The life blood has been sucked out, I
wander who did this? Aniketo, with her normal quiet reserve, noted as she walked, that
progressively the land around her became more and more desolate and that
ve
very air she breathed in seemed to sheik that something evil had this way come.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>In fact, as the mountains in the
distant grow closer to her she realized that they seemed gripped with an
increasingly desperate air and they in all their dark and moody glory seemed to
try to claw at the evening sky in a vain effort to stop the sun from setting on
their rapidly darken slopes.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>The land and mountains around her were
enclosed by clouds of miasmas that cut off the trees and animals from the life
giving rays of the sun, leaving not only the broken trucks of the trees but the
dead carcasses of humans, youkai and animals
scattered as a marking of its deadly passing, but the unpleasant musky odor of
mildew of a land that was saturated and hidden from the sun to long.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>The clammy and sinister miasma, moving
in swirls, obscured the area with a threatening air of intimidating hostility
as the miasma glowed with a dark dazzlingly light, an unearthly luminosity that
was simply put spellbindingly evil to those that beheld it, an malevolence
light that attempted to take Aniketo's breathe and
chock her as she walked through it.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>With each step she took, class=SpellE>Aniketo was surrounded by emptiness, a place where only the
dead should walk and there was signs of the creatures
that had once lived there. Indeed, the very air seemed to pause with an
appearance of waiting and an unheard wail hovered, enthralling those who tried
to walk it dark pathways.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>This mist.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> It covers the entire area and it's
deadly, a poison laces through it. It's…this mist—it
creates an air of unease in its victims. She shivered.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>To this miasmas, even class=SpellE>Aniketo was not immune, the air closed around her
generating a grave pallid as she threading through the trees and she watch with
slight apprehension as the miasma attempted to suck out the last of their life
blood from the trees.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Nothing…every animal gone, no humans,
and no youkai.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Everything that
could escape this….did. And as Aniketo walked the long path to
the west, she hopefully, although she would never call it that, looked for some
sign of the normal animals the roam the forest, but there were none.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Nothing.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>No calling of birds, no scrapping of
claws, and no scampering of small animals through the bushes. All around her
was a soundless bleakness and here death reined supreme, with an unrelenting
air of malice pleasure.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> had passed many burned out and sacked
villages, villages that rung in her senses with an unbelievable amount of hate,
terror and fear that settle in the air around them causing her to experience
their emotions, I wander what could have killed this forest anything that
could destroy an area of this size took a dedicated and destructive mind.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>So very much unnatural death, I wander
what happened here? Emptiness
was a concept that Aniketo understood, but she
understood that this was an emptiness that screamed something very bad had
happened here.  It was enough to even make her fill fear and little did
that.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>I don't lik--No,
emotions are a weakness…there is nothing to fear here. They are simple ghosts. class=SpellE>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> shivered, before forcing emptiness to
fill her face, forcing emptiness into her soul. She thought only of her blind
obeisance to another, a blinding abstention of thought that marked how she
would do anything for this one.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Since her creation it had always been
thus, Aniketo seemed to have an on and off switch,
she either felt an uncontrollable violent flood of emotions or was blank as a
freshly washed green slate chalk board waiting to be written on.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>I don't like this place… style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>she thought deep within her mind.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Although she didn't know it, this war
of emotions was caused by the mixing of opposites forces within her blood—the
twisted melting together of miko blood with the black
blood of Naraku, the blood fought an unyielding
battle within her for control of her mind and destiny.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Her miko
blood fought a continuous battle to purify the black blood she had inherited
from Naraku while his blood continually attempted to
defile and corrupt the miko blood she had inherited
from Kagome, it was a cycle that left her in constant
state of anxiety.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>While the miko
blood cringed at the destruction around her the blood of Naraku
found the destruction beautiful and he basked in the thought that all this
destruction was a result of his powers.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> continued to walk towards the
mountains.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Foolish girl.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Does she not realize that she is mine,
mine to do with as I wish? Does she not recognize my masterpiece,
I have shaped the very world around her. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Narakustyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> sighed in annoyance as he coldly
analyzed the thoughts racing though his golem's mind, Why doesn't class=SpellE>Aniketo understand that all she is and can every be is my
blank slate, a blank slate that I have created deliberately so that I can write
my plans on her with out interference from her emotions or desires.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>He smile with smug malice, and I
will but he also knew a simple fact, as with all blank slates if it was
left unattended anyone or anything could write on them, and thus altering his
plans for her and this he would not allow. He hissed and growled, class=GramE>Something is attempting to write on my blank
slate. No, the girl is mine I chose if she lives or dies, I gave her
life and substance. She is mine.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Mine. Yes, the girl is mine and no
amount of bitching about wanting or having feelings, style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>he thought, would change that. The
girls' mine, my creation, my golem, to do with as I see fit and as long as she is
useful she lives but after that…

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>He hadn't put up with that bitch class=SpellE>Kagura trying to betray him at every turn and he would not
put up with this little bitch either, with the remembered pleasure of class=SpellE>Kagura's screams echoing though his mind he smiled as he remembered
each and every punishment he had meld out to that betraying bitch.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Such wonderfully delicious screams,
music to my ears. he
thought as he went back to the days he had the jewel within his hand, class=SpellE>Naraku's face hardened he would have it again and nothing
would stop him. He would not allow the idiotic ramblings of this detachment to
destroy his plans either—he would be free and that bitch Kagome would pay with
everything she held dear.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Yes, the miko
will pay. She would
pay just as he had planned, no matter what, If
I have to sacrifice the world that miko bitch will
pay. But as with any great general Naraku
understood that plans sometimes had to be change…but even then he was very good
at having counter plans ready when needed.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>How strange they are. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>She had taken to watching the souls
within her bottle—and was…confused. Aniketo had
enjoyed the taste of their sweet, gentle memories and entered a world she
didn't really understand.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Many of the memories were of laughter,
ha lov loving memories even…young children secure in the love of their parents.
They laughing with abandon in the presence of their parents as they would sit
around a smoky fire in the evening after the work of the day had been finished.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Another memory that she enjoyed class=GramE>Hmm, enjoyed? was that of an elderly woman,
who had remembered growing old together with her husband, they beloved children
surrounding them as they aged and new grandchildren were born during their
declining years…their joy with being together as the end of their lives drew near.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-ht:20t:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Happiness, love, laughter.... What did
these really mean to any of her souls?  To her? My
father would say that these emotions are weaknesses that lead to dependence on
others for survival, they are better left undiscovered and unexplored, feeling
and emotions that I would be better off ifeft eft abandoned in the empty
villages behind us.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>But still I wonder what it would be
like to have these emotions? To be allowed to feel what you want. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>What did these emotionslly lly mean?
How or why did her souls possess these? And why didn't she?  She knew she
wanted and…needed yes, needed these emotions, most specially love. I have
wonder, why are these emotion denied to me? Everyone leaves, mother abandons
us…abandons me, what is wrong with me?

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>I hurt them, terrified them. She
feared me so. Hana's
face flashed before her eyes, the terror and fear as her soul had left her, the
terror and fear had not been for herself but for the
man, and he his desire had been to save her. They had desire a life togr. Such
terror she felt at the last, I did not like father forcing me to do that. He
makes me do things I really didn't want to do, why did he have to do that to
me?

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Why? style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> understood loyalty, devotion, fear,
terror, and yes, even pain. Those gifts, if one could call them that and her
father did, Aniketon't n't really sure that she
wanted to but these she had received from her father, hard lessons learned in
spades.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Father must come first. He must be
saved. She repeated
to herself again and again.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;c:bla:black'>Loyalty to father…style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Naraku—that
was the first rule that he had taught her, her father he must be her world, she
must be devotion to him, and only him. Her duty was to free him from his vile
prison no matter the cost. She must be strong and loyal to help him unleash a
torrent of pain on those who had imprisoned him so wrongfully.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Fear…style='font-family:Gond;ond;color:black'> Next, father had taught her a lesson
in fear, fear most especially of being alone…that he would not speak to
her…that he would abandon her, as the other had, Mother… leaving her
alone to her empty thoughts, with no one to care that she even existed. Leave
her to the black shadows that come in the night.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> shivered in fear at the thought.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Surviving life is surviving pain. class=GramE>For pain is life and life is pain. From pain comes the
strength to shape the world in your image. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> chanted her father's words to
herself, the lessons her father had taught her were harsh lessons that were
necessary for their survival.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Terror…style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Aniketo
quivered wanting to curl up in a ball, the next lesson she had learned had been
terror of the darkness that existed inside of her. Not terror of just the
darkness but the light in the darkness. Fire.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Punishment for failure.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Pain…the smell of flesh burning. class=SpellE>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> could smell it even now, as she
remembered how she came by the spider shaped scar that covered her most of her
back and trailed onto her sides.  Father had punished her for failing a
test. Naraku had taken control of her body and used
her own hands to hold a burning branch to her back thus burning the marks into
her.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>From life springs the darkness within
us all. From pain comes strength. From darkness fear and from fear comes
failure. Know the dark, as you know the light and never know failure. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>It was a darkness that radiatet
ft
from the shadows, a coiling, swirling chaos that was hazardous as it attempted
to take control of her. The shadows show me a life that never happened…a
little girl with pink pigtails playing in a courtyard.  A woman's beloved
face graced with a smile, an old man in a priests robes, a younger brother
playing in a room…a beloved boy…with dog ears…

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Painfully Aniketo
braced herself, these false memories were painful to her they cause havoc with
in her mind and made her want to stop herself from absorbing the life energy of
the souls she needed to save her father.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:blachesehese are not important now. Father is
what is important. Aniketo
was used to pain and punishment when she failed him, failure was not
acceptable—ever.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>He loves me, he does…he teaches me so
that I will be strong, able to protect myself. style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>She thought, Hislessons
were not taught for the sake of malice pain or punishment these were only the
lessons taught to her to make her a better daughter.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Disturbed Aniketo
turned away from them, as she chanted. They were. Father loves me. 
Father only wants me to be strong. Father does care for me…he does! He must I wiI will be alone.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>She hugged herself.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> had come to understand that these
lessons were…gifts as father would say, his lessons in
the life of a youkai.  Harsh lessons, yes, but
necessary lessons, life as a youkai was not easy he
had to teach her so that she would survive in a world without him to there to
protect her.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> again looked into her pretty bottle
and feeling, they were wonderful, such wonderful feelings washed over her and
through her.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Father says that strength is
everything and emotions are nothing. But the so very pretty, bright souls in my
bottle…such wonderful feelings they hold. So ful ful of each
other, such wonderfully needful things. I'll wonder… Could I ever feel
such wonderful things for someone else?

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> held the brilliantly shimmering
bottle up to her eyes for closer look. So very bright.
So shiny, so full life, even in the grip of death. My
souls even in death have everything I've ever wanted in this short life of
mine.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Brightness.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> Why do others feel so much and see
such colors, why? Her world never changed—cold and gray, bare. Filled with
death… And unending loneliness. Much like the landscape
around her—dead …that was the world she understood and had been born into.

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margin-left:0in;-ali-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Aniketostyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> sighed in disappointment as she sadly
hide from herself, yes, fear, pain, abandonment and terror those where the
coins of her world, the only coinage she knew how to use—the only nourishment
she had received from her parents.  These ingredients were what that had
been used to make the feast upon which she dined daily.  I am alone.

margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;
margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>But not for long.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>

margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;
margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>But secretly deep within herself, class=SpellE>Aniketo found herself wanting more…she wanted these
emotions she felt from her souls.

margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;
margin-left:0in;text-a:jus:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Happiness, joy and love.style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>

margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:6.0pt;
margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>But that she knew that it most likely
would never come to be.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-height:200%'>style='font-famGaraGaramond;color:black'>She continued to walk west towards the
mountains.

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margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;line-he:200:200%'>style='font-family:Garamond;color:black'>Narakustyle='font-family:Garamond;color:black'> almost rolled his eyes and sneered as
he read his daugh…detachment's thoughts. Fool. class=SpellE>Ahhhh... That miko bitch, Kagome,
has always interfered in what is not her affair. If not with her simple
presence in the world then with her cursed blood. class=GramE>Growlllllllllllllll. I can't
wait to kill this little fool. Her very presence in this world pains me, that I
have been reduced to depending on this, this worthless...Creature.