Thursday, April 21, 2005

Fanfic
Here's more of my fanfic! Behind These Hazel Eyes Chapter 2 Sango's eyes fluttered open and she looked around. Many people, including Kagome, where lying in the train. They were all in the situation as she was. Too bad she didn't know WHAT that situation was. She shook Kagome's shoulder lightly. "Kagome-chan? Wake up." Kagome sat up and looked around her. She saw other people were starting to stir as well. Kagome said to Sango under her breath, "What's happening?" A girl their age stood and replied, "We're being deported." Kagome looked up at her. "Who are you?" she asked. The girl bowed "I'm Ayame." Sango sat up to look at Ayame. "We're being deported? To where?" Ayame shrugged. "Someplace called the ghetto. That's all I know. Soon after we get there, most of us will be then deported to concentration camps, labor camps, or death camps. But there are hiding places, and some of us will make it." Kagome stood up. "Where are these hiding places?" A young boy with bright orange hair piped up, "We won't tell you! Then you might steal them!" Ayame snapped at the boy. "Shut it, Shippo!" Then she looked back at Sango and Kagome. "Don't mind him. I'll show you the hiding places. But I can't guarantee your safety." Sango nodded. "That's alright." The train came to a screeching halt, and the three girls toppled over. One by one, they were tossed out onto the filthy streets of the ghetto. Sango, Kagome, and Ayame all stood up and walked cautiously to the apartments with the other Jews. Once they found a vacant room, the three walked in and shut the door behind them. A man opened the door soon after they shut it. Sango tried to stifle a gasp. It was the man with the same piercing eyes she remembered from Kristallnacht. She could see him clearly now and saw he was older than her most likely, and he had jet black hair tied into a short ponytail. The man spoke with a firm tone. "I am S.S. Officer Houshi, Miroku. I have been given direct orders from Hitler to watch the three of you. Ayame quirked an eyebrow. "Keep an eye one US? Who would Hitler-" Sango spoke up., "Never mind. Just leave us alone, and we'll leave you alone." Miroku looked up at her. "You don't have the right to make that ssumption ma'm." Then he winked at her. "But I'll do as you request." Sango cocked her head. He sure was a weird Nazi. He reaquired his firm tone. "Now report to the sewing factories to begin work." The three nodded and walked out of the room. As Sango walked out the door, she could have sworn Miroku smiled at her. At the sewing factories, they were set to work right away reparing S.S. uniforms. It was painstaking, tiring work, but they pressed on for fear of the consecuences. Sango and Kagome spoke in low hushed tones about their home. An S.S. Officer walked past and bumped rudely into Kagome's shoulder. She whispered to Ayame, "Who was that?" "An S.S. Officer named Inuyasha. He's said to be brutal." Kagome went back to her sewing. "Really? I think my cousin Kikyo used to know him."
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