Comrade in Arms

Rating: PG for now, for potty mouths!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. But I do own this story. I swear I do. ::scribbles fake legal documents and waves her fairy wand to make them real::

Summary: Miroku and Sango have been reincarnated into the future. Wow. That's the plot. No, wait, there is more! When they meet, they completely hate each other! Was the last life time just a fluke, or are these two souls really meant to be together? Only time will tell!

Author's Notes:

This is the sequel to Complete and Unconditional. Even if you don't want to go read the story, I'd suggest reading the last chapter so that you know exactly what happens to Miroku and Sango at the end of their lives. How the die (Everyone dies in the end, don't tell me I ruined it for you.) has a lot to do with their opinions and attitudes in this life time, even if they don't remember their past lives. Because the problem is that they don't remember them! ::smiles::

As for a notes on the names: Konseki means 'past and present' or 'tonight', Kei means 'strong', I think… my dictionary doesn't want to work with me anymore. Aisowotsukasu means 'to be disgusted with love', and Fukou means 'accident'.

As for anybody who says that they aren't in character (because they AREN'T—I can't stress that enough!) they have been reincarnated. They aren't the same person. If you died and then were reborn without any memories of your past life, into a period of time with different morals, values, ideas, trends, practically a whole other culture, and into a whole new family, would you be the same person? I think not!

Enough rambling from me. Let's get this show on the road!

No more "I love you's", the language is leaving me.

No more "I love you's", the language is leaving me in silence
No more "I love you's", changes are shifting outside the word.
Outside the word

-Annie Lennox, No More I Love Yous.

Chapter One: No More I Love Yous

"Do you believe, Miroku, that there is only one person for everyone?" –Sango, 500 years ago

Five year old Konseki Kei sat huddled in the back of the moving car. Her blue eyes watched the houses fly by, and she pouted. Kei didn't want to move. She liked her old house in Okinawa. But her father had gotten a good job in Tokyo, and so they had to move. She hugged her teddy bear closer. "Tokyo smells," she told her parents.

Her mother chuckled, turning to look at her little daughter. "You're just used to home, Kei-chan. Just wait until we get settled in the new house and I can start baking and cooking again. I'll bake so many goodies that you'll turn fat!" She tickled her daughter's feet as her husband turned the corner.

Curling up tighter, not in the mood for her mother's playfulness, Kei thought back to the dream she had on the way from Okinawa to Tokyo. She'd had it often enough, but she had never said anything about it to her parents. She wasn't sure what it meant, and she didn't want her parents to look at her strangely. Once, when she had gotten a cold as a younger girl, she had feverishly screamed out things that she had never heard of before, names of people and foreign places, screams of anguish and of pain, clutching wounds that weren't there. At one point, Kei had looked up at her mother and begged to know where her brother had gone.

Her mother had never forgotten the look of horror on her daughter's face, of agony, when she told Kei that she didn't have a brother.

No, Kei never told anyone about her dreams. She heard a man's voice in her sleep. It was deep, it echoed in her mind, but it was soothing. In that respect, in its tone and the way it caused her heart to slow and her body to relax, it reminded her of her father's voice. But… there was something else to it as well. Some feeling that Kei couldn't understand… But she would! Someday…

This one starts many, many years in the future. There, there was a young girl who was very pretty, but she had very bad dreams. This girl, you see, was a reincarnation of a girl who lived very, very long ago. She was so distracted, thinking about the strapping young monk in her dreams that she got herself into a spot of trouble

She stared at the young man who had saved her. She was awe-struck, her heart pounding in her chest. She was in love.

Kei loved shrines. She didn't know why. Whenever her mother, Sora, had suggested that they go for a walk, Kei always begged and pleaded her mother to take her to shrines. At first Sora had been hesitant about bringing a four year old to a shrine, but finally, she had relented. Kei had been perfectly behaved. She had maintained perfect etiquette, and she had bowed her head and prayed. The only thing was, Kei hadn't really prayed. She'd bowed her head and clasped her hands together, but that was it.

She hadn't known what she was supposed to say…

The houses continued rolling by, and then, suddenly, a break. Trees. Then, a flash of red. Kei leaned up, pressing her hands and nose to the window pane just in time to see the Shinto shrine gates move out of her line of sight. She felt the car slowed and she grinned. "A shrine! Daddy, are we living right beside a shrine?"

"We're a few doors down from it, but yes, Kei-chan, we are."

As soon as the car stopped, she fumbled with the seat-belt, unable to control her eagerness to see the shrine. She hopped out of the car, accidentally slamming the car door and receiving a warning look from her father. She winced. "Sorry, Daddy! But please, can I go see the shrine? I promise I'll be quick, and it's just three houses down, so I won't be gone long or get lost or anything!"

Her parents looked at each other. They seemed to have a silent conversation. Her father nodded. "Okay, Kei, you can go and see the shrine. But you have to be back in twenty minutes at the most, understand?" Kei nodded eagerly. Her father gave her a pointed look. "How long is twenty minutes from now?"

She looked down at the watch she wore, wrinkling her nose as she tried to think. She was starting to learn time, but watches were funny things. All those hands… Kei was really smart though. She was so short that people thought she was three rather than five, but then she spoke and they thought she was at least seven. People looked at her and chuckled, their eyes filling up with pity. 'What a smart little girl!' they said to each other, thinking Kei couldn't hear. 'Too bad that her brain is all she has going for her. Who would have thought that two beautiful people like Sora and Fai would have such a disagreeable looking child?'

"Is it when the big hand is one the four?"

"No, honey, that's twenty-past. You have to take what time it is now and add on twenty minutes, remember?"


'Disagreeable'. Whenever Kei saw herself in the mirror, she tried to understand what people meant when they said she was disagreeable looking. She didn't like what she saw, and maybe all the remarks had something to do with it.

No matter how hard she tried, she could never get all the grease out of her hair, and her mother sighed, telling Kei that she had her grandmother's hair. Her nose was a little too large for her face, though it looked perfectly fine on her father's. Her eyes were a light shade of blue that people called pretty, but then they told her to enjoy it while it lasted because time would wash away the color and make them lifeless grey. Her hair was black, and flat, and compared to her smile and the tan on her skin from being outside so much, it felt like a dead rug on her head, as she had once told her parents.

Why couldn't she look like her mother? Sora was tall and stately, keeping her long thick hair tied up in a proper bun, with lips that her father said belonged on an angel, and blue eyes so bright they could be used as weapons in her glares; yes, sapphire weapons.

"I have to be back when the big hand is on the eleven!" When her father nodded that this was correct, she kissed him quickly, waved to her mother and disappeared, heading to the shrine.

Sora looked at Fai, smiling at him gently. He blushed, and tossed her the duffel back from the back of the car. Laughing, Sora pick pocketed the keys from his back pocket where he had absentmindedly left them, unlocking the door to their new house. She heard barking from the direction of the shrine, but it was cut off as her husband shut the door, placed his suitcases on the ground and then scooped his wife up in his arms. "We have ten minutes before the moving van arrives," he purred into his wife's ear. "Shall we break in the bedroom?"

Aisowotsukasu Fukou heard yelling from downstairs. He slammed his comic book shut, leaving behind the stories for a time when he could really enjoy them. He looked at his dog, her ears already drawing back as he heard doors slam and glass break from downstairs. Why did they always fight?

His bottom still hurt from the last time he had disappeared during one of his parents' fights. They had discovered him missing, and hunted all over for him. When they had found him, safely back at home, his father's fury had woken up again and he had gotten penalized for leaving and not telling his parents where he had gone.

'It wasn't a beating,' his parents told themselves. 'It was a punishment. It was a little harder than what was probably necessary for a six year old boy, but that was just because we never want this to happen again. We thought something terrible had happened!'

So his parents fit the reason to the punishment, and he had gone to bed without any supper. That had been three weeks ago. He bit his lip and opened up his bedroom window. His dog leapt out of the window, knowing what was coming. Looking at the notepad on his desk, he wondered if he should leave a note. He was just going to the Higurashi shrine, and besides, he didn't really want to tell his parents where he was going anyway. Then they would find the one spot he had some piece and quiet in, and they would tell Kagome about all the stuff he had done when he was little, and then Kagome might never let him go back to the shrine. Fukou couldn't deal with that.

The shrine was his sanctuary.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, and wanted to break it. He looked too much like his father, like the bad apple he was. Fukou tried to wear only dark colors, not really because he liked the color, but because it was easiest to hide blood or dirt with black, that way his parents would never see he had been playing outside again, or roughhousing with his friends. His hair was disheveled from reading comic books, a darker shade of black that his mother called ebony. His eyes were startling green; at least he had his mother's eyes, but he found them filled with hatred at life instead of looking scared and kind like hers.

His face; it was his father's face. He was pale, and scowled a lot, never trying to show his emotions. Fukou knew all too well what pain emotions brought. So he scowled, looking sour and kept people away from him either with his glare or with his harsh words. At the tender age of six, Fukou was already unrelenting with words, but they were the only thing he was good at.

He closed the window behind him and petted his dog's head. "Come on," he told the husky. The dog came up to his shoulder, if one included the ears. Hearing the rumble of a car, he threw himself down on the low roof of the side porch. A sedan pulled up in the driveway next to his.

Fukou didn't waste time. "Wolfsbane," he told the dog. "Jump!" She leapt to the ground, and Fukou followed her. From there, he ran as fast as he could to the shrine, going up the back way he had discovered when he was four. It involved running through the backyard of a few houses, but that wasn't a problem at all. Wolfsbane leapt at his feet, tongue lolling out of her mouth and her tail wagging, but she didn't bark. Barking would alert Fukou's father that he wasn't in his room studying like he was supposed to be. Neither of them wanted that, as it meant Fukou would get in trouble and Wolfsbane wouldn't be able to play.

When they got to the shrine, however, Wolfsbane grabbed a stick and dropped it at Fuu's feet. Picking it up made Wolfsbane bark, eager to have Fukou throw it. The husky danced, jumping about and barking, tail wagging and tongue lolling.

Fukou was already feeling better.

Meanwhile, Kei was skipping about, leaping cracks in the sidewalk as she headed back in the direction of the shrine. Maybe the owner of the shrine had children! Maybe they were her age and they would be friends with her! She wondered what the shrine was dedicated too, and if she could make a little offering or a prayer to the local spirits. She'd like to wish for good luck in beginning her school next week. Kei was never really quite sure what to do in school. She was only five, but she had learned that people who were different were outcasts. Kei couldn't figure out what being "normal" meant, so she was just herself.

Apparently that wasn't normal.

She gasped when she saw the long stairs leading up to the shrine. Her mouth formed into a little 'o', and she began climbing up the steps, now and then needing to use her hands to help her climb the taller parts of the uneven stairs. When she reached the top, she looked around. There was a well-house on one side, and a real house on the other. She could smell cooking ramen coming from the house, but really, she was interested in the building straight ahead of her, where she could go and pray.

As she neared the shrine, she heard barking. Kei emerged from the structure, the barking getting louder, and she found herself staring up at the biggest tree she ever had before. It was huge! 'Even Daddy couldn't put his arms around that and touch his fingers together!' Kei thought to herself with some awe. How old was the tree to have grown so big?

'Somehow…' Kei looked around. There was no one there. She knew she shouldn't cross the decorative barrier, but… she wanted to touch the tree. Her hand itched to touch the tree. It seemed almost familiar, but Kei knew that she had never seen it before. It was probably just her imagination. Or, maybe it was another one of those feelings that she couldn't understand until she was older.

She slipped under the ropes, and approached the tree. Slowly, still fearing she would get caught, she placed her hand against the rough bark. The tree felt warm under her skin, and she stepped closer to it. With that warmth… with that warmth, she could almost imagine there really was a spirit in it… maybe it was the god of trees, which explained how a single tree could be so big! Yes, a god was wrapped inside that tree, sleeping peacefully… She pressed her cheek against it, hugging the tree as tightly as she could.

I want… she thought tightly, trying to figure out exactly what she wanted so she could whisper it to the sleeping god, I want… I want to know why it feels like there's something I'm missing, something I'm forgetting! It's like I'm supposed to be doing something, but I don't know what! And… and please, sir, if you can, help me be strong!

The barking stopped. A low growl filled the air. It was coming from behind her. Kei spun around, her back to the tree. A wolf stood in front of her, its upper lip curling to reveal long fangs glistening with saliva. Its grey fur bristled in anger, and it slowly inched forward, snarling all the while.

Looking for a place to run to, Kei found herself trapped. There was no where to run to before the wolf would lunge at her. Kei drew her arms to her chest, sinking down on the ground, trying to appear as non-threatening as she could. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I didn't realize that someone was protecting the tree! I won't do it again!"

The wolf lunged for her and she shut her eyes tightly, hoping that it would miss.

"Wolfsbane! Bad dog!" A large hand seemed to materialize out of nowhere, grabbing the husky by her collar and pulling her away from the girl huddled into a ball out of fear. The man merely glared at the dog. The husky stopped growling, sitting down and whining for a treat. The man lowered his hand for the dog, who licked it, the tail thumping a little out of happiness.

"You can open your eyes," the man said, a bit roughly, to the scared girl.

When she opened them, Kei felt her heart skip a beat. She had been saved by the prettiest man she had ever seen. His face was refined, his features sharp but expressive. His hair was early silver, pulled into a tight braid and falling over his broad shoulder. His bangs, those wild bangs, nothing could tame them. They framed his eyes and face, making his eyelashes stand out. And his eyes! They were pure gold. He smiled at her, and his teeth seemed a bit sharp, his nails on the hand he reached to her with seemed a bit too long. Comparing him to the wolf—no, she realized, the husky—sitting next to him, there barely seemed to be any difference.

But he was gorgeous!

She took in his clothes, feeling her cheeks blush and her mouth freeze up. He wore the white shirt and the red pants many people wore on shrines. He wore a hat and laying beside him was a broom. 'He must have been outside cleaning… but then, why didn't I see him; why didn't he stop me from touching the sacred tree?' She gulped, and she took his hand without fear, standing up as he knelt down before her, inspecting her for injuries. 'Maybe he came right out of the tree. Maybe he's the spirit of the tree. Yes, yes, that's exactly what he is. He's a spirit, here to keep me safe from the other spirit that was mad I touched the tree.'

"Are you okay?" Kei still couldn't make herself answer. She merely nodded. The man smiled a little, brushing the dog beside him. "Don't worry about Wolfsbane. He just thought that you were trying to hurt his friend."

"What harm could I do?" Kei giggled, slowly forgetting that she was talking to a god. "Look at me! I'm little! I couldn't even hurt a fly!"

The man's smile grew. "I'm Yasha. What's your name?" He once again offered her his hand, this time in greeting.

"Konseki Kei." She shook his hand, bowing her head. Looking at him, he blushed a little at the way her eyes roamed over her face, searching for something. "Yasha… that means… it means ogre, right?"

"Actually, it means 'demon'," Inuyasha corrected with a faltering smile. He stopped stroking the dog to pick her up and hold her against his chest. Kei felt warmth surround her, a gentle peace that came from being with someone she knew would protect her. "I haven't seen you around here before. Did you get lost or something?"

Kei smiled up at him brightly. She felt… special, knowing that the tree-spirit knew she had just arrived. "I just moved here today! I live a couple of houses down, and I love shrines!"

"Do you really? Well, you'll have to meet my wife. She's the one who really takes care of the shrine, as she is the Priestess." Kei looked down at the large hands holding her and she saw the gold wedding band on his ring finger. So, the man wasn't a tree-spirit at all. He was just a normal person… a very pretty normal person. His wife must be very lucky to have such a nice husband!

Glancing at the puppy, who looked sad now that she wasn't getting all of the golden eyed man's attention. "Is he your puppy?"

The man was silent. He looked up at the leafy canopy, and was quiet a moment. "She could have been hurt, you know."

"Aw," said a voice from inside the tree. Kei wondered if a real spirit was going to show up. "Wolfsbane is smart. He wouldn't have really hurt her, just scared her away. That is, if she would have had the sense to move away from me. He just wants to protect me, Yasha."

A boy leapt down from the tree. Kei was surprised that he was able to land on his feet from such a great height, or that he was brave enough to jump from it. For a brief moment she felt a great deal of respect for the young child. Then he looked up, glaring at her for no reason whatsoever, and she had to move closer to Yasha to try and hide from the coldness the boy was giving off!

He should have been the one with the name of 'demon'! His green eyes were cold, as hard and as impersonal as jade, and he stood with such aloof grace that even she could tell he was a good fighter. No one who couldn't fight would dare stand as if they were eager for a scrap, eager to take on the whole world and everyone it contained. The dog trotted over to him, sitting down and letting the boy scratch his ears. Seeing Kei's eyes on him, he smiled, and it was a cruel, calculating smile.

"Girls are stupid."

Kei felt her face go red in anger.

Yasha set her down. "My wife isn't here right now, nor is my daughter. Please, you're welcome to our shrine at any time, Kei. Hopefully next time we'll have some sweets for you; my daughter loves cooking. Even if she does burn her food." He then glared back down at the boy, lightning nearly flashing between the two. "And as for you, you tell your dog not to scare Kei anymore, understood? If you don't, I will!"

Fukou nodded, holding his dog a bit closer. The last time Yasha had spoken to the husky, something seemed to have passed between them and ever since then Wolfsbane treated Yasha like a second master. It made Fukou a bit angry, really. Yasha hadn't been the one that had fought to keep the dog; Yasha hadn't been the one who had found the dog half-starved on a walk one day; Yasha hadn't been the one to bathe his dog to keep away the fleas, to feed him and play with him every day… yet if Fukou didn't know any better, he almost said that Wolfsbane treated Yasha like he was another dog, an alpha male, while Fukou was at times a friend, at times a puppy who didn't know any better.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep from voicing his suspicions about the shrine. Everyone knew there was something going on at the shrine, but with Kagome's sweet nature, Yasha's usually silent strength and the way he opened up around children, and Kaede's energy, no one said anything about it. They just kept on blissfully ignoring that Yasha rarely left the shrine, that Kagome disappeared so often….

"Fine," he said grumpily.

Looking down at Kei, he ruffled her hair, not seeming to care that most people called her names because of how oily it looked. He grinned at her. "Get on home, kid. Don't make your parents worry about you." Kei nodded and skipped of home, a brilliant smile on her face.

Fukou watched her go, shaking his head. 'Ditz.' He glared up at Inuyasha. "Why did you tell her she could come whenever she wants to? Now she's probably going to find me here and she's going to end up wanting me to play dolls with her, and she won't leave me a lone. Shit, then she's going to make friends and they'll all be over here giggling… I won't have any time to think."

"Don't swear," was the only thing Inuyasha said in response. "Kagome wouldn't like to hear you use such language at your age. When you're as old as I am, then you can swear as much as you like."

Kei pushed her covers off her bed and leaned on the windowsill beside her bed. It was a beautiful sunset, the large orange orb illuminating the tips of the god-tree in the shrine. Kei sighed. She still had a lot of unpacking to do, but oh, how she wanted to go and see the shrine again!


She wanted to see him too again. She had never met anyone like him before. Nor had she ever seen anyone like him before! Surely he must be at least part god to have such fine silver hair and such glimmering eyes. Kei felt herself sigh and curl up on her bed again, holding her teddy bear to her.


Sleep started to claim her, but not before she remembered that masculine voice from her dreams, the one that promised to save her, and love her. 'Yasha,' she thought with a yawn. 'Yasha saved me…'

The next day, Kei and her mother were singing to the radio as they unpacked the kitchen dishes. Her father had already left for work, having spent the morning painting the living room, and Kei had told her mother all about the pretty shrine she had seen. The house reeked of paint fumes, and they had opened up all the windows to get the smell out.

Outside, Fukou heard the sounds of music and laughter and felt filled with jealousy. He rapped on the door harshly, wanting to be anywhere but standing in front of Kei's door. He wanted to be doing anything but greeting Kei to the neighborhood with his mother, and he didn't like the clothes she had told him to wear.

Fukou wasn't entirely sure of what he thought of Kei, but he knew he didn't like her. She was stupid. And she was short and… and she was a girl! It wasn't really that Fukou did or didn't like girls; he was at that age when girls were wimps. They cried a lot, and screamed when they were scared…

Girls were stupid.

Sora heard the knocking at the door and greeted them politely. Fukou's mother, Amy, handed Sora a freshly baked pie. Fukou bitterly wondered when the last time had been that his mother had baked a pie for him. Amy smiled at Sora. "Welcome! My name is Amy, this is my son, Fuu." She ruffled his hair affectionately, and Wolfsbane barked, feeling left out. Amy laughed a little. "That would be Wolfsbane. Don't mind her; she's just a big puppy. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood! Please, if you need anything, feel free to ask."

Fukou watched Sora's face carefully. He could almost pinpoint the moment when she wondered how such a sweet-face beauty could have had such a sour looking child. Amy's bright green eyes weren't jaded, her orange hair was perfectly brushed, and with her freckles and her blush she looked like the perfect picture of healthiness. He, on the other hand, looked as uncomfortable as a boy usually did when he had been stuffed inside of dress pants and a button up shirt in his least favorite color.

His mind drifted off, and the next thing he knew, he was being ushered inside the house as his mother accepted the offer of a cup of tea. Then he realized that Sora was calling for Kei. Fukou scowled. He was going to have to act civil to the little tart, wasn't he?

Kei emerged from the kitchen, holding a stack of spoons she had been putting away. Seeing she had guests, Kei bowed her head politely. "Please to meet you Aisowotsukasu-san. Please to meet you Wolfsbane." She lifted her head and stared back at the scowling boy, saying nothing. At her mother's insistence, she said something to him. "Aiso-sempai."

Wondering what was wrong with her daughter, she smiled at the two children and the large husky. She was rather worried when she saw that the dog was the same size as Kei. "Why don't you three go into the backyard and get to know each other better? We'll make up some tea and get some cookies and juice ready and we'll call you in when you can eat." If something was wrong, Sora would be able to hear and see everything though the large open kitchen windows, so Kei would be perfectly safe.

Knowing that her mother wasn't actually suggesting that they play together as much as she was telling them to play together, Kei put the spoons down on the table. She looked at Fukou coldly. "I'll show you to the backyard."

Fukou leaned against the trees in the backyard as he watched Kei try and avoid Wolfsbane, who kept walking up to her and wagging his tail, trying to sniff her and get some attention. Kei was obviously distressed by Wolfsbane's proximity, judging by the way she avoided her gold eyes and balled her hands closed.

"She won't hurt you," he said crossly, his voice full of disdain. He tried to avoid the mental thought that someone his age shouldn't be so filled with hatred.

"Somehow," Kei said, slightly sullen herself, "I don't believe you." She turned away when the dog again tried to get close to her. She didn't want to be out in the field with Fuu; she didn't want to see Fuu, she didn't want anything to do with him! Kei found him vulgar and knew that he would get her into trouble. Kei let out a scared sound. "Call her off, will you?"

Fukou waited a second, and then he called his dog over. Wolfsbane trotted and laid down beside Fukou, her long nose on the little boy's pants so that she could be petted. Fukou stroked his dog, his eyes slightly lowered as he watched Kei look around, trying to find something to amuse herself or distract herself from his presence. Fukou knew when he wasn't wanted.

Snorting in disgust for her obvious emotions, Fukou's upper lip lifted into the six year old version of a sneer. "You're such a wuss, Kei."

Suddenly, unexpectedly, anger flared in her blue eyes and she glared at him. Fukou felt some new part of him slide out of the laziness that seemed to fill his body at the sight of her reddening cheeks. So Kei did have a bit of fight within her! "Don't call me that. How dare you speak to me with such formality?"

"What would you prefer I called you? Kei-chan? Or even… Kei-kun, as you look so much like a guy!"

"You can call me Konseki-san! And how dare you insult my name like that when you're the boy who is named after a girl!"

This time it was in Fukou's eyes that anger suddenly flashed. His eyes snapped up to her, deadly green points that made Kei wish she was taller, bigger. Maybe then she might have been more prepared for it. No one ever, ever made fun of his name. He slid out from under Wolfsbane and stood up, his whole body tensing in a fight or flight preparation that was instinct even for someone as young as he was. "Take that back, Kei!"

"Don't call me that!" Wolfsbane stood up, standing near Fukou to keep him safe, sensing the threat in their voices. Kei paled about two shades, even her lips looking pale, but whenever she looked at Fukou, the anger came crashing back down around her.

And that was it. Fukou wouldn't treat her with respect, because he thought she was the stupidest, weakest person he had ever met, and Kei wouldn't take back the comment about his name being that of a girls', because she felt it was essential not to win her first fight against this icy boy. If she did lose her first fight with him, then she would be more willing to give up in their next fight. Because there would be another fight. Kei knew it. Fuu was a dick, and would continue to make her life a living hell. If it wasn't for the shrine next door and Yasha, she would have nothing to look forward to…

They glared at each other, and then finally, Fukou licked his lips, like a wolf going into the kill, giving in with a bastardized sense of defeat. "Konseki-san it is, then, Kei. I mean, I suppose that I could call you by your first name, it being pretty and all… but who would ever even believe that I was talking to or about you when they saw how ugly you are underneath all that grease?" He closed his eyes superiorly, blind to the anger that made her face a beacon and the glint in her eyes that screamed for vengeance. "There's no way that someone as ugly as you should have such a pretty name…"

She had darted forward with such speed that not even Wolfsbane was quick enough to put herself between the feuding children. His face snapped to the side, his cheek turning as red as her face. He opened his eyes, just able to see the tears leak from her eyes in childish, fat drops. She sniffled loudly, her voice filled with vehemence.

"I hate you."

Fukou touched his cheek, wincing at the slightest pressure he put on it, watching her as she ran back to the house. Wolfsbane whined beside him. He looked down at the husky, thinking about Kei and having a little bit more respect for her than he had a moment ago. For such a little thing, she packed a punch when she got riled up. He'd have to get her pissed off again sometime, and now he knew just how to do it.

"You know," he told the one close friend he had, "if she wasn't such a wimp, I bet that she'd be fun."

To be continued...