Broken

Author’s Notes: Sorry it took so long but I just had to make this story more complicated >< Gah! Well here it is. To be honest I’m not sure how much more it has to go before its over but well it won’t be that much longer ^^

BTW, will Astrith Rain007 please contact me via e-mail as soon as possible? I have a little surprise for you for being my 100th reviewer on fanfiction. I already contacted the 100th reviewer on adultff and I’ll post her one-shot up when I’m done with this.

Now go read this chapter and enjoy it! :-D

“Broken”
By: Beloved Shadow

Naraku growled angrily, eyeing the sudden appearance of the two strangers and the power both wielded. His mind rationed that something was wrong but he didn’t care right now; all he wanted were the rest of the jewel shards so he could become whole. He growled and felt his body begin to bend and break, skin straining as organs rearranging, using the power of the tainted shards to remold his body. Saying it hurt would be a vast understatement, the pain of creating a new body was enough to throw even a sane man over the brink of despair but he didn’t care about that. All he cared about was gaining a stronger form.
The young man with the silver hair dropped back, making sure he stood before everyone as the one with the guardian sword jumped back to join him. “He’s evolving. Only a few shards remain and if he gets them--everyone we love will die,” he said quietly but with distress in his tone.
“I know, otouto. But we’re only two parts of four, we need the other one if this is gonna work,” the other growled out as he held the sword before them. “On top of that we have to protect these four.”
“Hey! We didn’t ask for any help and there is no way I’ve leaving the fighting to two whelps!” Kouga shouted angrily.
“Tch, he’s still a stubborn wolf.”
“Ani...” the one with silvery hair sighed, as if used to the other’s tone. Kouga was less than pleased at the disrespect.
“Listen whelp-”
“No you listen, ôkami! Right now we are the only ones that can keep Naraku from eating you all right on the spot! He’s on such a power high I don’t think even if you were all at full-strength could we win!” he said angrily, looking at him over his shoulder.
“You mentioned two others, what can they do that we cannot?” Sesshomaru asked, wrapping Heikou in his outer robe as carefully as he could.
“We cannot explain it but understand that once they arrive we will have the power to forever call an end to the nightmare called Naraku,” the young man with the sheath explained. “We must try to buy some time for him to arrive.”
“He better hurry the hell up.” Growling softly he held the sword in front of him once more, watching the demon before them with a killer’s intent. The other young man silently dropped back to the group and quietly knelt down. “Hey, can you heal and protect them at the same time?”
“I think so... but even I can’t heal every wound they have nor can I hold the shield forever,” he said in a low tone. “What about you? Can you hold off Naraku until the time has come?”
“Tch. You should know the answer to that. Now, raise the shield!” he shouted and moving swiftly charged at the crazed demon, holding Tetsusaiga to the side. Closing his blue eyes the demon concentrated, placing the sheath into the ground before him a barrier slowly enveloped the small group but he had to move swiftly. Even as such his brother needed his help. Turning to Inuyasha he frowned, seeing the pain clearly in his soft golden eyes. The same eyes his brother possessed. Looking up at Kouga he silently asked for permission, wanting to help the very ones he cared about. The wolf prince slowly nodded and watched.
The hanyou felt like his world kept closing in around him; one second he could see Kouga looking down at him worriedly, the next he swear he could see the figure of his mother calling out to him, and now he was looking at someone he had never seen before but somehow he knew this young man more than he knew himself.
“Inuyasha, I need you to sit up just for a moment so I can try to heal you,” he told him in a soft tone. He couldn’t say anything but nodded and hissed softly as he was helped up. His body protested, the pain racking his frail form he almost felt himself pitching forward but he was caught and held carefully.
“... Who... ‘re you...?”
“Kazoku,” he said softly and reaching out, began to concentrate. A soft light flowed deep from within, cascading down to his hands to the battered flesh. He sought out the most serious of wounds this one held, trying to ease the pain and bring torn skin apart. It took a great deal of power to do so but once he was satisfied he pulled back.
Naraku hissed angrily, glaring at the stranger before him he pulled back, avoiding the rush of power that would harm him. This youth, was incredible strong but in no way would he lose to such a mongrel. Rising up to his full height he unleashed a mass of tentacles at him, trying to surround him but the warrior was nimble and quick.
Gritting his fangs together he hissed, skidding back a bit he charged forward once more, zig-zagging his way to the demonic creature threatening to harm his family. But even with his strength it was no use. They needed the other two if they were to win but for now, this would have to do.
“Kongôsôha!!” he shouted, swirling the sword once above his head it glowed and swinging at Naraku unleashed a powerful storm of glittering shards. They had the desired effect of tearing through flesh and tearing up the ground but he didn’t stop there.
While his brother fought the silver-haired young man tried healing Heikou as much as he could, inwardly cringing at the extensive injuries she had withstood but as he looked up to see his brother he grew worried. The area was now covered in a thick poison and he could hear his brother lost in the middle of it.
‘Kami, I wish the others were here now,’ he thought to himself.
Whether the gods heard or not could be question but the blue stone around Sesshomaru’s neck began glowing. Glancing down at it he stared, wondering why it was reacting now he it left his mind when Heikou slowly began to stir. Her hand slowly moved, as if seeking something he reached out and held it tightly. The glow of the stone grew brighter and without warning, broke away and phased out of the barrier. It seemed to grow but lunged down into the mist, causing an explosion that nearly shattered the barrier. The poison mist cleared and now there was a young woman standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding two slender swords in her hands. She snarled and lunged at the demon, slashing with both blades before being forced to jump back, landing near the youth in red.
Grunting he stood, coughing but alive. Shaking his braid off his shoulder he grunted as he held the fanged sword up. “So you finally showed your face, Ammy-chan.”
“I would have thought you wouldn’t need me to deal with this insect,” she said with a cool, crisp tone. Unlike the other two her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with it braided halfway down but her hair was a deep midnight black with two snow white streaks coming from the sides of her head, her golden eyes with a hint of delicate blue were firmly focused with twin stripes on each of her high cheekbones. Like the two young men she wore similar outfits to theirs with Sashinuki Hakama but hers were the colors of a silver gray and soft shades of blue with a midnight blue obi tied around her waist. What no one knew was she also wore flexible yet strong chest plate beneath the robes and had low boots on. What was also different was that along the right shoudler was the collection of honeycombs and flowers along the left pant’s leg. If anything, she dressed almost like Sesshomaru except she bore a strange and glowing pink kanji on her forehead that stood for Sakimi. She frowned and glanced at the young man with a annoyed look. “And don’t call me that.”
“Tch, Ammy-chan.”
The tips of her pointed ears grew red as she glared at him. “Shut up, inu!”
“You-!”
“You two can fight later just stop Naraku!!” the healer yelled at them. Sighing he pressed a finger to the middle of his forehead, as if trying to suppress the headache he knew was sure to form. “Kami, those two are always arguing.”
Inuyasha chuckled as he was slowly helped to his feet. “Sounds like someone I know.”
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fight. There’s no way I’m letting Naraku get away with this. And I sure as hell not gonna leave this fight to a bunch of kids.”
“We’re not kids!!” both youths yelled angrily.
“But, you’re not at full strength! And you don’t have your sword.”
“Inuyasha,” Heikou winced as she slowly sat up, clutching at the soft coat. She looked over at his direction and slowly nodded; “If we go and fight, we’ll be useless.”
“... I never gave up before and I’m not about to do that now. Drop the barrier.”
“But-”
“Drop it.”
He winced but sighed and closing his eyes, did so. Picking up the sheath he handed it to him. “Please don’t get yourself killed.” Inuyasha just smirked and along with Kouga, charged into the fight.
“Why does that girl wield my Tenseiga?” Sesshomaru asked coldly. He had noticed it the moment he reconized the blade in the girl’s hand but now his was missing and he was less than pleased.
“Your answers will be asked once the fight has been won.” Saying nothing the western lord’s eyes promised him a painful death if he didn’t protect the demi-goddess before he, too, left to fight the monster. The healer sighed and knealt next to the young woman but froze when she reached up to gently touch his face.
“I... know you,” she whispered softly. He smiled and held her hand, squeezing gently.
“Yes, you do. And now I’m afraid I need your help. We’re one short of winning this fight but he’s not hear and I’m afraid something happened.”
“What do you need me to do?” He couldn’t help but smile at her willingness to help, even in her condition.
“Your body may be weak right now but your spirit is still strong. I need you to trust me so we can find the help that is needed. Please... will you trust me?”
When was the last time someone asked her to trust them? To ask for her help? She was trying to figure out just where she knew this young man but as the pieces began to rearrange themselves into the correct position her eyes widen and she smiled, nodding. “You will always have my trust, Yuki.”
Yuki’s smile grew and he resisted the strong urge to cry and hug her in a bone-crushing embrace. Taking both her hands they closed their eyes and began to concentrate. A soft light enveloped them, their powers mingling together in search of the one to help.
Naraku noticed this and growled in delight. Such power, it must be his and his alone! He swatted away the weak fools trying to stop him, rushing forward to devour the two powerful spiritualists and steal their powers as his own.
“Sôryûha!” “Bakuryûha!” The attacks struck him hard, actaully tearing away his body faster than he could regenerate. Crashing to the ground he howled with pain, glaring at the two youths with glowing swords.
“Don’t even think about touching my brother!” the young man commanded.
“I still owe you payback for what you did to her!” the young woman snarled angrily.
His voice couldn’t form words but he could still growl and shout as he tuned back to them. Even with the help from Kouga, Inuyasha, and Sesshomaru it was still hard but the group would not give up so easily. Their lives were not only on the line but those of his family as well as everyone they ever cared about.
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Lotus continued to pace back and forth, running her thumb over her lip. She was so worried and she could feel a knot forming in the pit of her stomach where her heart seemed to have dropped earlier. She couldn’t explain it but something felt horribly wrong. As the pack healer she had the most authority right after the pack leader and his (or her) mate but whenever she had a feeling like this it was the beginning of something terrible going to happen and she had only gotten that once before. It was when that damn Curse of the Blood Moon happened.
‘I don’t even know where to go or who could even be the one in trouble,’ she thought to herself as she chewed on the tip of her thumb. Frowning she sat down to the entrance of her cave, wondering what on earth she could do.
‘Lotus...’
Her ears perked up and she looked around but there was no one around. Sighing she rubbed at her ears, wondering if maybe she was hallucinating and went back to chewing her thumb.
“Maybe if I sent scouts, but I what direction?” she asked herself.
‘Lotus-san... help...’
She winced when she bite her thumb hard enough to draw blood but ignored it as she jumped to her feet. Now she was certain she heard someone! She could feel a warm coming from her pocket and as she reached inside she withdrew the feather Heikou had given her when they first meet. It was still tattered but glowing softly.
“Heikou-san...” Moving deeper into her cave she held the glowing feather to her chest and closed her eyes tightly. “Show me what needs to be done,” she whispered softly.
In her mind’s eye she felt like the world was rushing past her, like she was weightless or had become a spirit but she found herself leaving the caves far behind, rushing through tress and past animals. It was nerve wrecking and she felt her stomach churn but she swallowed it back as she followed it through. Now she could see the evident beginning of a battle that had been hard fought; trees broken, dirt torn up, the very ground split apart. Coming closer and she could smell blood and tears mixed with the scent of the forest. She could also hear the faint crying of someone, the whimpers of pain and the feeling of being utterly alone in the world.
Her eyes widen as she saw the remains of a grand battle but with the members of Inuyasha’s pack lying broken on the ground like the toys of some spoiled noble brat. Blood poling form their nearly lifeless bodies her heart torn when she noticed a very young kit crying next to the still form of a young woman was a complicated bow lay at her side. He was begging her to wake up, to not leave him but before she could reach out to try and reassure him she found herself being forcefully pulled back, flinging her back into her body with such force she fell forward onto her hands and knees, strongly resisting the urge not to upchuck her meal onto the cave floor. She gagged painfully, her throat constricting but she now knew where to go.
Stumbling from her caves she jumped down to the bottom level, startling several wolves but she ignored them for the moment and went up to a large bell centered in the middle of the courtyard. In the past it was used to summon all available warriors and scouts, usually used when preparing for an army and only then did the pack leader or his generals use it but this was an emergency. Watching up to the steel item she picked up a large mallet and began hitting it in rhythmic swings, creating a deep bellowing stone which echoed off the mountain’s rocky walls. The first to appear were the wolves, gathering around her but she didn’t let up until the demons began appearing. She paused in her swings, waiting until nearly everyone warrior had arrived.
“Everyone listen up! I’ve been having this unsettling feeling and I fear it has to do with Kouga, Inuyasha, and their pups.” Murmurs of worry, concern, and even some disbelief became spreading but everyone quieted down when lotus struck the bell a few more times to gain their attention. “I don’t know where they are, but I do know that Inuyasha’s pack--his friends, are in danger of dying. I need our some of our strongest and fastest of our pack to come with me. We’re going to find his friends and help them.”
“Why should we help some humans?” one of the warriors asked. Around him others began to agree on why they should help those that which had caused them nothing but harm.
“Because they are friends of Inuyasha who is now part of our pack. To deny them help would be denying him help. I know humans have never given us reason to trust them but these humans are different.” She took a deep breathe, still clutching the feather tightly. “Those of you who want to help, then step forward. Those who do not, then stay behind and protect our home from intruders.” She waited and when no one stepped forward, she felt disgust at her own pack for acting like this but quietly, Ginta and Hakkaku stepped forward.
“After all they’ve done for us, we’d be nothing but fools to not help them,” they told her which could only make her smile. As if moved by their courage and loyalty, several more stepped forward as did some of the wolves. And it wasn’t just men but some women too.
“Its time we prove more than our worth, and our pride to the Brown Wolf Demon Tribe,” one woman said.
“Thank you...” Lotus whispered, her pride swelling at such a loyal pack. Telling them to gather supplies and to fetch several items she tuned to everyone else. “I swear that I will bring our leader, his mate, and their children back alive, and in one piece. We will not let this demon Naraku take them away from us!” Everyone joined her vow in a fierce shout/howl that seemed to fill the skies. Once supplies were packed as well as plenty of medicine and such, the group was off. They knew they wouldn’t have time to spare with resting but they did run as fast as they could, guided by Lotus. Repeatedly she prayed for them not to be too late, for the group to hold on until help arrived.
Meanwhile, Shippo was terrified as never before. After witness the end of his father he had thought he would never see anything so horrific but sadly he was mistaken. He was going to lose the closet thing he had to a family and he could do nothing to stop it. He didn’t know how his little heart could stand up to all this pain but it hurt.
“I’m so weak... why can’t I be stronger?” he cried to himself, gripping at Kagome’s stained and torn jacket tightly. “I-if I was stronger... like Inuyasha or Miroku... I could protect you, and everyone else... I’m sorry Kagome... I’m so sorry!” He sat there crying for who knows how long, ignoring the fainting twinges as the blood dried, the night air chilling his small form he didn’t even notice the presence of demons that had smelled the blood shed and came to investigate.
A large and ugly-looking oni with skin as red as the setting sun, a mass of tangled black hair atop its head and chin, yellowed fangs protruding from its mouth and wielding a large kanabô in his massive hand. He wore a tattered and worn yellow cloth around his waist, held on by a old piece of rope He had smelled the blood a mile away and when he got closer he was delighted to smell that it was human blood. He hadn’t tasted sweet mortal flesh in so long, he was wondering who to eat them but now he saw it wasn’t just one human but several--a preist, a boy and woman wearing strange armor, a girl in strange clothing, and a baby kitsune. And they were barely alive!
“Mmmm, fresh meat!” he chuckled as he rested the iron club over his shoulder, staring down at the tiny fox. “You’re too small to be a meal but don’t worry, you can’t be my after dinner snack.”
‘Oh no, I can’t take on this guy! He’ll kill me! But-But I’m the only one standing... even Kirara is out of it.’ Facing the ugly beast he tried to get his body to stop trembling as he stood before his foster mother, his hadns formed into small fists. “I-I won’t let you harm my family.”
“...” The ogre leaned down, his stinking rbathe almost enough to send the young fox running for cover but he refused to move. “Do you want to die?”
“I-I’m terrified of dying. But I won’t be able to face them in the afterlife if I don’t do my best to protect them.” His body stopped trembling and he stared the demon down, refusing to mvoe form the spot. “I won’t let you hurt them!”
The oni just looked at him, wondering if he misheard him but no, this baby was going to stand up to him? Throwing his head back he roared with laughter, his large belly shaking with each bellow. “You amuse me little one, now move aside. Its been a long time since I had female flesh.” He smirekd and reached out to grab the strnage girl.
“Kitsune Youjutsu!” Shippo shouted, hurling a ball of glowing green fist at the demon’s face. Unfortuantely while not strong enough to completely take him it was enough to get the message across that he was not going to give in to him. “I said no.”
Batting the fire away he growled. All the fire did was make his eyes water and barely singe his hair. “You want to play little one? Good, I enjoy a good fight before I feast!” He swung the large club at the young fox but watched as he jumped up and unleashed another fireball but he merely moved to the side. “Are you truly so weak?”
“Shut up! Tsubushi Goma!” Pulling out a top form a small pouch, infusing it with his meager magic he hurled it at the ugly thing. In a poof of smoke it grew 20-times its original size, spinning quickly it rushed at he oni who tired batting at it but it was moving so fast the iron weapon just skidding off it. The toy was actually driving him back, away from Kagome! If only he could keep it up.
Growling angrily the ogre swung at it once more, the sparks flying off as it struck but he wouldn’t let a useless thing defeat him! With a roar he gripped his kanabô in both hands and gave a pwoerful swing. With an audible crack that made Shippo cring the toy broke into pieces, the magic gone but he refused to give up. He used every bit of magic he had, using toy after toy to try and at least drive him away but it was pointless. He broke through them all, growing more and more annoyed until finally, with a kick and swing sent the poor fox flying. His small body seemed to bounce when it connected with a tree but he cried out in obvious pain and fell limply to the grow. He was still aware of the Oni appraoching him but he began crying, wishign he was stronger.
‘I-I have... to protect them...’ He cringed in pain as he was hauled into the air by his tail, feeling those blunt fingers trying to break it but he glared at the beast hatefully.
“You little pest! I was going to save you last and gobble you up quickly but you’ve tried my patience. I’m going to rip you apart, one limb at a time and let you watch as I devour you slpwly. And first, I’ll start with thise tail of yours.” Setting his club down he reached up to grab the poor kit by the scrub of his neck and literally, pull his tail off but another blast of fire, stronger than the previous ones, was enouhg to make him let go but Shippo wans’t done. Mustering up all the yôkai energy he had left, he lept up at the Oni and baring his small fangs, bit him on the front of the thraot as hard as he could.
“Kokoro no Kizu!!” Of course this kind of sudden attack took the large demon off guard he didn’t even think tor each for his club and tried pulling Shippo off but the small demon refused to let go. His growls and fangs were letting him know he wasn’t giving up until this one was dead but he also refused to go down so easily. His hands come up and began striking the little guy, raining blow after blow on his head and back until it was too much and he was torn off but he had a smirk on his blood-coated lips at the fact that his young fangs had badly tore the skin of the ogre’s throat.
‘I did it... I’m sorry, I couldn’t defeat him... but I’m not weak...’ He clsoed his eyes, panting hard for breathe and feeling his world darken as he waited for the demon to kill him but apparently, the gods decided that now was not his time to go.
“Goraishi!!” came a female voice from behind and before the Oni knew what was happening, he felt what seemed like lighnint raking his back, the sound of thunder overhsadowing his cries of pain. He was dead before he hit the ground with Lotus standing behind him, panting with her hand out to the side. What was unusal was a set of dangerously lethal armored-claws over her bleeding hand.
“Lotus-sama... where did you get that?” Hakkaku asked in awe. That weapon was only to be passed down through the alpha leaders of their pack, so how did their healer get it?
“what, you think that traitor who stole leadership was worthy of having this?” she asked, shaking her hand as the armor slowly melded back into her hand. “Kouga’s father gave it to me. He said to give it to him when he was worthy to being called the pack leader. First time I used it and I’ll say this,” she finally winced as she wrapped her hand and fingers up carefully; “I won’t miss the pain!”
“Lotus-sama!” one of the scouts called out where he was looking over one of the injured humans. “This one lost a lot of a blood, I don’t think he’s going to make it!”
“This one seems to have suffered a lot of broken bones.”
“I think this one got poisoned.”
“Kami...” Ignoring the stinging pain of her hand she quickly sent the scouts to search for certain ingredients and herbs to help cure their friends aliments and to see if they can locate a cave for them all to rest for the time being. The warriors she asked to dispose of the oni and others she asked for their help with helping the group. Everyone followed their orders and once they were told what to do, she dealt with the small kit herself. He was so small but she smiled and carefully, hugged him close.
“I saw what you did... if your friends could have seen you, they would have been so proud,” she whispered into his ear. Smiling through the tears she knew were falling she hugged him closer. She didn’t realize the feather was glowing until a bright flash of light blinded her and her arms felt empty. Once the light died down, the young kit was gone.
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The braided young man charged forward, releasing another charged up attack that caused Naraku to back up but the girl, Ammy, appeared from the sky and slashed at his face with the two swords. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha charged at him, their claws (Inuyasha was using Kouga’s sword until the night was over) tearing through his flesh. On the sidelines Yuki and Heikou were watching the battle unfold, trying to heal them as much as they could but even that wasn’t enough. Everyone was getting tired and the sun was about to rise. But time seemed to be moving against them and no amount of praying was making this any faster. Growling angrily he unleashed a shockwave of evil intent, his full intent being unleashed on everyone but they refused to back down. Neither side was willing to give up this battle.
Staggering back, Ammy panted for breathe. Even as a demon she was feeling her limit. “I hate to say this, but we need his help, Souta.”
“And,” Souta pushed himself off his knees, “you just now realized it?”
“Shut up.”
Kouga landed next to them, his arms and legs trembling but he was not going to give up until this bastard was dead. “What are you two talking about?”
“Trust me, when it happens it’ll blow your mind.”
As both sides prepared to clash once more a light in the horizon made them pause and turn. For a moment, they thought the sun was ready to rise but it wasn’t the sun. Slowly, the light began to form to that of a person. Filled with such power Naraku grinned and rushed at him. Once more his single-minded goal drove him to absorb those powerful beings but he was unprepared for the attack.
“Juryô Yôzan Ken!” Vines lunged form the figure and wrapped around the chimera demon in a crushing embracing, ensnaring him he fell to the ground, crying out in pain as the thorny vines dug into his flesh and broke bones. The three youths ingored him and stared at he being, their foreheads lighting up with the kanjis in their respective colors.
“He finally arrived,” Yuki whispered softly.
“About time,” Souta snorted but was glad.
The light died out to reveal a tall and handsome young man with a lean built, his short, light chestnut brown hair in disarray around his young face, forest green eyes glowing with power with such an intense focus. He wore midnight blue hakamas tied with a gold rope obi, a soft white kosode beneath the open hitoe except the sleeves on the right arm was missing with the overall design of falling autumn leaves gracing the frabic. In stead he had vines wrapped around his arm, nearly hiding the intricately designed guantlet on his forearm. Infact, those same vines were connected to a still struggling Naraku! Behind him three soft golden tails waving in the air silently. He smirked and reached up to run his thumb through his bangs, revealing the glowing green kanji of Nigimi shining brightly on his forehead. Behind him, the sun slowly began to rise, making it seem like his aura was alight in flames.
“I hope you enjoyed this sunset, Naraku. ‘Cuz this will be the last you’ll ever seen,” he said in a calm and commanding tone.
Ammy smiled as the fourth member finally arrived to help beat this monster from hell. “Shippo-oji...”

Author’s Notes: I am so sorry this is late! My muses have been dragging me back and forth its crazy. I love Naruto but I love this story as well. It’s crazy though >< Ugh! Okay, well I finally did it. It was fun but hard since I wanted to change every little thing but here is the latest chapter! Now, before everyone starts asking me question yes, the twins Souta and Yuki are grown up but it’s not permanent. It’s hard to explain but it’s kinda like the whole time travel think, you know like in Sailor Moon when Rini came into the past but instead of not knowing who her parents are the twins are completely aware. And yes I had Shippo grow up but like I said it’s not permanent. And if anyone can not only guess who the parents of Ammy are but can also guess what her real name is and where I got her nickname (yes you have to get both these answers right) I’ll write a one-shot. M‘kay?

Here is a little tid bit for the next chapter, a key if you will. These four virtues make up the human spirit but they also are important factors in the creation of the shikon jewel (aka the Jewel of Four Souls. Remember?):

Arami - Valor (Souta)
Nigimi - Harmony (Shippo)
Kushimi - Miracles (Yuki)
Sakimi - Love (Ammy)

In the next chapter I will be revealing the two types of souls that will decide the outcome of the jewel as well as a slight twist. But that’s it for this chapter and I am beat! God I can’t believe it’s already Wednesday *rubs eyes* Is Friday here yet?

Oh yeah, if you don’t understand some of the terms like the ones for the clothes, look up Inuyasha’s profile in Wikipedia online and it’ll explain it all. Okay? Okay. Thank you and good-night!

-otouto – younger brother (talking about self’s relative)
-ani – older brother (talking about self’s relative)
ôkami - wolf
kazoku - member of the family
Sashinuki Hakama - a type of traditional flowing Japanese "pants", which are gathered at the ankles producing the "ballooning" effect
Kongôsôha - Adamant Barrage
Sôryûha - Dragon Strike
Bakuryûha - Backlash Wave
oni - a Japanese ogre
kanabô - is an iron or steel staff used in feudal Japan as a weapon
Kitsune Youjutsu - Fox Magic
Tsubushi Goma - Smashing Top
yôkai - demon
Kokoro no Kizu - Heart Scar
Goraishi - Five Thunder Fingers
Juryô Yôzan Ken - The Binding Fist of the Demonic Vine (I got this from Kurama from ‘Yu Yu Hakusho’ anime)
hakama - pants (like the Sashinuki style)
hitoe - jacket
kosode - shirt
obi - belt
-oji - uncle (talking about self’s relative)