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“Where did they come from?” I asked, a little hysterical.

“It must be the connection.” Kagome said, sitting down inayofuata to me. I looked at her. “When I first came here, I had the jewel in my side. Then, the jewel got shattered and pieces flew everywhere. Some of them must have transferred into your arm because wewe are also a reincarnation of Kikyo.”

“That makes sense,” Miroku said. Kagome patched me up and we started off again. We had been traveling for about a week and there was still no sign of the sacred jewel. I had gotten to know everyone a lot better, especially InuYasha....

When I woke up, I found myself in a small wooden shack. There was a moto in the middle of the room and a blanket covered me. I sat up quickly, remembering that I wasn’t at nyumbani anymore.

“Glad to see you’re awake.” I heard a voice say. I turned and saw the dog-eared boy sitting against the wall.

“How long was I out?” I asked, rubbing my head and looking around.

“About half an hour.” The boy said, leaning forward. “Are wewe sure your okay Kagome.” I sighed.

“That’s not my name.” I said, standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me I would like to go nyumbani now.” I walked...

I was finally home. After a year, I, Kyoko Higurashi, am finally home. I was chosen to be a transfer student for the Japanese-American exchange program. I stood in from of the steps leading to my house. My black hair flowed down over my shoulders. I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing my inayopendelewa red tank juu and jean shorts. I felt a little self-conscious of my American attire. I slowly breathed out and walked up the steps.
I walked through the courtyard to the front door. Suddenly it flew open.
    “Kyoko!” My family screamed as they ran out and hugged me. Tears...

His feet brought him to a high cliff. Because he couldn’t sleep, he had been moving siku and night with hardly any rest. His legs were aching from the constant strain, his body ready to collapse into itself. He stood at the edge of the cliff and gazed down at the dizzying height. All he needed was to lean over for it to all end. He could already feel gravity pulling at him, inviting him down. His staff fell from his hands. He tottered back and forth; his legs had no zaidi strength. If only he would lean forward, then it would all end. He wouldn’t have to worry about the Wind Tunnel consuming...