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A/N: Again, sorry for the delay in posting. I realize it's frustrating, but due to circumstances beyond my control, it honestly cannot be helped. This story will be finished, no matter what happens. It will never be abandoned. In this chapter, what happened between Kotone and Ginny is explained, and Harry finds that the secret of the Prophesy is starting to leak out. Read and find out, and if you're so inclined, leave a review! They're always appreciated, more than you will know.
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Chapter 22: Twin Serpents
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Watch out sweet thing, a change in the weather is all that you bring.
Look up, the weather's strange,
the only thing we know that's gonna come for sure is change.
Look at my life go round and round,
hands on the clock still turning now.
I want it, but I just can't see,
I want that and that's just like me.
Goodbye, bye kids, where you gonna run from the things you keep hid?
look out the weather's strange
the only thing we know that's gonna stay the same is change.
look at my life go round and round,
hands on the clock still turning now.
I want it, but I just can't see,
I want that and that's just like me.
you know it's me that picks you up,
you know it's me that puts you down.
Excerpt from the song, 'Change in the Weather' by the band 'Love Spit Love.'
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Both Ginny and Kotone were resting comfortably in a pair of conjured beds in Madam Pomfrey's office. Concerned for Kotone's safety, he insisted that she be kept separated from the other patients in the hospital wing, remembering what their reactions were to the tiny half-witch the previous day.
At first, Molly was in a right state. She was torn between the elation of having her estranged son back within hugging range, the terror she felt over Ginny's condition, and being horrified that the 'ugly little demon' was allowed to come so close to her only daughter. Even after Madam Pomfrey explained that the term 'demon' wasn't a true description of what Kotone was, it was obvious by the angry sneers she occasionally sent to the unconscious half-witch that she didn't trust her at all. Harry frowned at the thought that Molly hadn't seemed the least bit appreciative of what Kotone had done for Ginny.
Harry was surprised, and more than a little apprehensive when Madam Pomfrey called little Kotone a 'half-demon.' He always pictured demons as massive, red monsters with huge, curled horns, large bat wings and beast-like faces. When she told them that the little girl's father was a being called an 'Oni,' a race of what Westerners would call a type of faery-warrior. His trepidation was quelled when she told of how Oni were historically hunters of evil wizards and dark creatures and were very rarely evil themselves, although they did have a reputation of being rather mischievous.
Before Madam Pomfrey's revelation, Harry never really knew what Kotone was, exactly. He never bothered to ask anyone about her lineage. Her being a half-breed didn't matter to him at all, he just felt that he had to help her, no matter what she was or how she looked. From the moment they met, he felt a sort of connection to the little girl, even before he knew what she really looked like beneath her hood and turned-up collar.
The real surprise came when Madam Pomfrey explained what she meant when she called Kotone an Algean Sympath. It turns out that in Greek mythology, the Algea were the spirits, or 'demons,' if you will, of pain and suffering of both body and mind. It was said that they were the cause of all grief, sorrow and distress and that they were the source of weeping and tears. The term 'Algean Sympath' in the Wizarding world is a description of a rare type of magical ability usually possessed by a witch rather than a wizard, which is even rarer than metamorphmagi. An Algean Sympath has the ability to absorb the pain, and in some cases actual physical injury, from another person onto themselves and are almost always empathic. She explained that since Kotone has the blood of the Oni in her, she naturally heals much quicker than a normal human would, and she even suspected that Kotone might be capable of physical regeneration, such as the ability to re-grow a lost limb or maybe to even recover from non-catastrophic death. Of course, there was no way to be sure without physically testing it, which was obviously not an option.
When Ron revealed to his family what Ginny had apparently done, Arthur tried to keep Molly calm, with only limited success. She adamantly refused to believe that her daughter would knowingly use Dark Magicks, potions, rituals or anything of the like to try to win the affections of anyone. That was not the way she had raised her children. As Ron continued to explain what he had found in Ginny's room, how they retrieved the book that the infamous page came from and what they believed she had mistakenly believed about the elixir, Molly just stood with her face buried in her hands and continually muttered a disbelieving 'no'. The twins were standing back, silently throwing death glares at Percy, who was wisely remaining quiet and in the background.
Harry also remained quiet as he sat on the edge of Kotone's bed, not paying any attention to the distressed sobs and disbelieving gasps of the Weasley matriarch. He was looking worriedly at the young witch's face as he gently stroked her head, fully aware of how her usually overactive hair was currently splayed unmoving across her blood-spattered pillow.
After Ron finished explaining what Hermione had gleaned from the Arithmantic formula for the elixir, a startled gasp sounded from the doorway. Everyone in the room turned to see the Luna Lovegood standing with a hand clasped over her mouth. A moment later, she rushed across the crowded room and threw her arms around the very embarrassed Ron, crying and apologizing for thinking that he was practicing Necromancy on his own.
Harry was getting rather annoyed at the increased number of weeping witches in the room. He purposely kept his gaze away from the crying women and on Arthur, who was having a hushed conversation nearby with Madam Pomfrey. He couldn't catch all of what was being said, but it seemed that they were discussing treatment options for Ginny. Apparently, with the information from Ron about the nature of the elixir, she was certain that she wouldn't be able to effectively treat his daughter, and doubted that St. Mungo's could take her because they were still turning away patients that were in much worse condition than Ginny.
Madam Pomfrey stated that the best thing that they could do would be to take Ginny to a private healer that specializes in dark rituals. She went on to say that their best hope would be to contact one of the druidic sects, even though the services of the druids were known to be outlandishly expensive. When Arthur sheepishly asked her what they could expect the cost to be, she said that she wasn't really sure. She had heard of a few difficult cases that were charged over ten thousand Galleons, and depending on the necessary treatments, the cost could be substantially more because of the fact that ritualistic magic usually takes quite a bit of time to both cast and to dispel, sometimes months or even years.
It seemed that the last bit of their conversation was overheard by all, because Harry saw every other Weasley in the room turn anxiously towards the twins. Fred and George ever so briefly glanced towards Harry before saying to their family, "We can't come up with that kind of money quickly, we have all of our liquid assets… um… invested."
Harry suddenly felt the eyes of everyone in the room drift in his direction. The annoyance he felt a moment before turned into a pained embarrassment as he averted his eyes from the family of redheads back to the little witch that was resting on the bed next to him.
Ron sent the twins a knowing glance before he turned to his father and said, "Harry can't help us, so don't even ask him."
A fresh wave of tears were flowing down Molly's reddened cheeks as she timidly looked to the young wizard sitting on Kotone's bed, "Harry, I'm sure we could pay you back in time… surely you could do this for us… for her… even though she's not your girlfriend anymore, you must still have some feelings for her?"
Harry didn't look up as Ron quickly spoke on his behalf, "Mum, it's not that he wouldn't want to help us, he can't help us. Harry's broke. His muggle relatives stole all of his inheritance. He had to borrow money from Hermione just to afford to come to Hogwarts this year."
Molly's face contorted into an anguished frown and let out a mournful cry, burying her face into her husband's chest, "Arthur, what are we going to do?"
Harry watched as Arthur, wearing a hopeless expression himself, just patted his wife on the back in a lame attempt at consoling her. Harry felt the rage for his relatives building inside of him again. Here was a perfect opportunity to put the money he inherited from Sirius to good use, even though it was money that he didn't want in the first place. Now it was impossible due to his uncle's greed.
With a sigh, Harry looked up from Kotone's sleeping face and addressed Arthur, "Maybe there is something I can do after all, but it will take a bit of time. I own the house on Privet Drive and was planning to sell it to pay for my last year at Hogwarts, but since Hermione has both of us covered, I can't think of a better use for the money from its sale. Merlin knows I have no emotional attachment to the place, and I certainly won't have use for money once… once I do what I must do. I'll contact a muggle real estate agent tomorrow, and make it a priority to get the place ready for a quick sale."
Ron frowned in thought for only a moment before the meaning of Harry's words hit him. A look of intense anger flashed across his face, but he remained silent. At the same time, a look of understanding crossed Fred's face as he remembered Ron's slip in the tearoom at St. Mungo's and caught on to the same thing that Ron had. Even Luna's normally lost expression hardened a fraction, giving Harry the impression that she knew exactly what he meant when he said that he wouldn't have use for money.
Molly opened her mouth in protest but she was quickly cut off by Harry as he continued, "Don't even think of refusing. Yes, I'm angry at Ginny for what she's done to Hermione and I, but I understand why she thought she had to do it. You people are my only family now, so it's only right that I help the ones I love when I can. Please let me do this."
Without another word, Harry walked from Madam Pomfrey's office and walked through the infirmary and out of the doors, immediately followed by Ron.
Out of earshot from the rest of his family, Ron turned to Harry, grabbed him by his shirt and shoved him up against a wall, "You listen to me, Potter, and you listen good… You have it running around in that tiny brain of yours that you aren't going to survive when it comes time to face V-Vol… Vol-de… Bloody Hell! VOLDEMORT! There I said it! Anyway, you had better get it out of your head that you're not going to kick that bastard's arse back to hell and live to tell about it! Hermione needs you. I've seen what she's been going through this past month while you've been laid up. She'll never survive if you don't come through this alive. It would break her, and I can't allow that to happen."
Ron loosened his grip on Harry's shirt and placed his hands on his shoulders. His voice sounded choked with emotion as he continued, "and I need you, too. Having you snuff it would be like having Bill or Charlie, the twins or… It would kill me. I know I'm not the most powerful wizard out there, I know this, but I would fight just as fiercely for you as I would for mum, dad… for any of my family. I consider you my family, too. Remember that, and remember that both Hermione and I were placed into Gryffindor for a reason. We have your back, and we'll be there when the going gets rough, and when the time comes to face the fucker that did this to Ginny, Hermione and you, we'll be right beside you. I've said it before, but I don't think it really settled in through that thick skull of yours… we're in it for the duration."
Harry appreciated the sympathy, and understood what Ron was saying, but Ron didn't yet know about Snape's revelation. Harry could have a bit of Voldemort's soul in him. He could be a horcrux that would have to be destroyed before the world was finally rid of the maniacal Dark Lord. Maybe surviving wasn't an option at all.
Harry was about to tell Ron just that when Luna, Fred and George emerged from the infirmary. Ron pushed away from Harry and said before walking off with Luna, "Get some rest, we'll talk more about this in the morning."
George was watching Ron and Luna with an amused grin, but Fred's attention was firmly centered on Harry. He studied Harry for a moment with a serious look on his face, then shook his head before finally blurting out, "It's true, isn't it? You really are the 'Chosen One' that they keep going on about in The Daily Prophet."
George's head quickly snapped in his twin brother's direction with a shocked expression. Harry was taken aback, but tried desperately not to show it, saying, "What? Now you're believing all of the rubbish that's being printed in that rag?"
Fred gave a knowing, but grim smile as he answered, "Not at all, little brother. I've just been piecing a few things together and that's the conclusion I came up with. I know you don't have a death wish, but what you said about not needing money when everything is over was the final piece. You're the only one who can defeat the Dim Lord, and you think that you don't have a snowball's chance in Hell to come out on top."
Even with the gravity of the conversation, Harry couldn't help but to snort in laughter, "The 'Dim Lord?' Your mother was right… You guys are definitely asking for the ol' AK, what with the 'You-No-Poo' and all... and now 'The Dim Lord?'"
Fred smirked while saying, "Well, given the number of times he's tried and failed to send you to the 'Choir Invisible,' he can't be too bright… but stop trying to change the subject. I know you know the Prophesy…"
Both Harry's and George's eyes grew wide as they heard Fred's declaration. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Fred raised his hands in front of him and said, "I told you, I figured things out. I don't need to know what the Prophesy says, unless you want to tell us, of course, and I'm not going to tell you how I found out."
Fred's voice became serious, "Our family owes you a lot, and not just what you did for my brother and me with the loan from your tri-wizard winnings. Ron owes you his life from you saving him from the poison last year. Our father owes you his life because you summoned help for him in time to save him the year before that. You even have a life-debt on Ginny from the Chamber. Her infatuation with you got her into trouble, and you had to pull her fat out of the fire then. Now we find out our dear little sister's obsession with you has forced her to do something desperate, and you're still willing to sacrifice for her. The Weasley family owes you more than we can ever repay, yet you're still willing to give up everything you own to save one of us from our own stupidity. If I thought you'd accept, we'd sign our shop over to you and re-name it 'Potter's Prestidigitious Pranks' or something like that, Merlin knows it wouldn't exist without your magnanimous contribution in the first place.
Fred glanced at his brother who was staring back open-mouthed. George seemed to regain his composure and then quickly nodded, indicating to Fred to continue, "What I'm saying is that I know now what you have to do. I know that you're willing to sacrifice your life for not just the Weasleys, but the entire Wizarding world. We want to help. We're offering our services to design and create for you anything, and I mean anything, legal or not, to ensure that you get out of this alive. As of now, we're stopping our development of new pranks. We have enough on hand to keep the Hogwarts pranksters going for a while, but we're going to re-tool for more 'aggressive' projects. Whatever you need, let us know and we'll be able to let you know what's possible in a day or two."
Harry stood silently while Fred gave his speech. When the twins saw Harry face contort into a frown, they thought he was about to burst out in anger until he let out a choked breath and quickly wiped a tear from his eye, saying, "This is what family is about, isn't it? The more I learn about you people, the angrier I get at the life I was forced to live with the Dursley's."
Harry took another deep breath and started pacing the hall, saying, "There is something I'd like you to do. Inconspicuously find out about the protections that shopkeepers place on their businesses in Diagon Alley, and if you can discreetly find out about anything specific on Ollivander's shop, well, that would be a bonus. I can't tell you why I need the information, but you wanted to know what you can do to help keep me alive, and that, in itself, would be a great help." Harry thought for another moment then added, "I'd also like you to make the work on your 'Peeper' a priority. In the same vein, do you think you can develop something similar to that except with using a glove instead of an eye? You know, so you can grab things remotely. I figured that would be a simple modification to those distraction devices you showed me in your shop, the ones that you drop and they scuttle away and make noise."
George grinned and said excitedly, "Brilliant! We sell them as remote bum pinchers!"
Fred glared at his twin, wiping George's grin from his face, "We'll get to work on it and let you know in a few days."
Harry smiled and said, "Thanks guys, and if you talk to Bill, let him know I'd like to speak with him. Depending on what you find out about the shop protections, I might need his curse-breaking expertise."
"Leave it to us," said the twins in unison, both snapping to attention and giving him a crisp salute, "Now, run along and get some rest, you look knackered."
Harry walked in silence through the dark, empty halls back to his chambers. As he opened his door to his quarters and stepped inside, a troubled sigh escaped him. He looked around the empty room and felt a profound loneliness as his thoughts returned to Hermione. He had lived so long with that certain comfortable feeling that he never really could identify until it was gone. It was a sense of inner peace that he held by truly loving someone and being loved in return. Even when he wasn't really aware of their shared connection, it was strangely comforting to feel that he was capable of such an emotion. Now he felt as if there were a hole in his soul, a hole that he had no idea how to fill.
Harry crawled into bed and laid his head heavily onto his pillow. He looked out through the window and saw the thin sliver of the crescent moon hanging over the Forbidden Forest. He was sure that when sleep eventually found him it would come with a knife, fork and a healthy appetite.
Sure enough, a few hours had passed and Harry found himself in the same recurring dream. He was in the same hallway at Grimmauld Place, standing before the same doorway, looking in at the now very familiar clamshell and the same very naked Hermione.
From outside of the room, he could see Hermione's eyes locked onto his with her lips moving, but making no sound. This time, however, he didn't experience the restrictive feeling of his legs being bound.
He stepped forward into the room and could immediately hear her voice, but it sounded faint and muffled, "Harry! Please! I need you! Oh, Merlin, please wake up! Harry!"
'Please wake up?' But he wasn't asleep! Couldn't she see him standing right there in front of her? Of course she could see him, she was staring directly into his eyes.
"Harry! Are you even there? Please wake up!"
He half-opened his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. Even his dreams seemed to have something against him getting a decent night's sleep. He then heard Hermione's desperate voice from his living room, "Oh, Harry! Please! Wake up!"
Harry jumped from the bed as he grabbed his glasses. He glanced at the magical clock by his bedside and noticed that it was a bit after three in the morning. He shook the cobwebs from his mind as he raced from the bedroom and knelt before the floo fire with annoyance plainly written on his face, "Hermione, what's…"
"Harry! Thank Merlin!" interrupted Hermione, "It's Malfoy! He's here!"
"What? He's here at Hogwarts?"
"No! He's here! At Grimmauld Place! You've got to come here now!"
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Long ago, Kotone made it a habit of examining the soul-spirit of people she met, which nearly always took the form of an animal. The red-haired ichiranseisouseiji had similar spirits, a pair of playful kori. The older man had the spirit likeness of a monkey, slow to anger and naturally curious, but fierce when threatened. The mother had the soul of a haiiroguma, a large, protective grizzly bear. She thought it a strange match, but not unheard of. The healer had the likeness of a large wolf, a caring spirit, but one who will not tolerate nonsense.
When her eyes rested on the faint, shadowed Shimienjakkaru, the Abyssinia Jackal that was writhing and wailing on the bed across the room, she was almost unable to suppress a gasp when she saw a large, smoky-black serpent, identical to the one that was entwined around her Shishi, biting and tearing at the soul of the young girl. She looked worriedly between her Shishi and the Jakkaru, noticing the similarities between the serpents, the vague, charcoal-gray essence, the same glowing red eyes. The serpent around her Shishi was still disoriented and sluggish, obviously still affected from the last time she had bound it, but the much larger serpent around the Jakkaru was thrashing and tearing at the soul, much like the way Shishi's was when she first saw it.
As she studied the Jakkaru, she saw the black, corrupted connection that was somehow unnaturally formed between her and Shishi. She saw two other connections emanating from the girl… tiny, thread-thin strands stretching out in two different directions, but both heading roughly southward. She also saw the red, web-like phage, stretching like tiny rivers all over the girl's soul, strangling and sapping the essence from it. The net of the phage was slowly killing the soul it was ensnaring. She had no idea what the phage-web was, but knew it had to be removed soon or the Jakkaru would be completely consumed, presumably leaving only the serpent. She didn't think that would be good if that were to occur.
She looked around at all of the faces in the room, all staring at her and most wore expressions which ranged from mild shock to outright horror, but all with concern for the Jakkaru showing in their eyes. Knowing what she must do, she let out a small, resigned sigh and shifted against Shishi, who instinctively lowered her from his side to the floor. She slowly made her way to the Jakkaru, only pausing once from the protest from the kuma (bear) before making it to the bed and knelt down.
Fortunately, the Jakkaru's eyes were open, allowing her to establish the connection between them. Instantly, she felt the searing pain in her head and soon realized that it was a fraction of what the Jakkaru was experiencing. She couldn't make a complete connection, but there was enough of one for her to begin drawing off whatever damage she found. Judging from what she was feeling so far, she knew that this was not going to be a pleasant experience for either of them.
She could tell that the connection wasn't complete. Not only because she couldn't communicate with the Jakkaru through her emotions, but the uncomfortable sensation of time speeding up didn't seem as intense as it usually was.
As soon as the connection had begun, the snake seemed to become aware of her. It withdrew its fangs from the Jakkaru and made a quick lunge at Kotone, which she anticipated and dealt with with ease. Once the serpent was bound, she concentrated on the immediate threat to the soul, the web-like phage that covered the girl's body. The threads were old, and deeply rooted. It took a massive amount of concentration to recall them to its source. After a few moments, she realized that the phage had emanated from not one, but from five points on the girl's body, making it five times more difficult to draw them back.
She concentrated on one source at a time. She determined that there was a central focal point and began drawing the strands to that point at the center of the girl's throat. She was shocked to see that as soon as one series of strands coiled into a knotted ball, another series of webbing appeared to emerge from under the girl's flesh and began pulsating anew. A frustrated growl escaped her throat as she focused on drawing those new strands back to their source. The pain Kotone was feeling was beginning to wear on her.
After drawing back the second set of webbing, a third set emerged from under the girl's skin. She wondered how many levels of the phage were embedded inside of the Jakkaru, and realized that she had to speed up. She knew that she wasn't fully recovered from her attempt to save her Shishi and that her strength was waning much too quickly.
After the tenth attempt to recall the phage, the ball of knotted, writhing threads were the size of a grapefruit pulsating at the girl's throat and there still was yet another set that emerged. Kotone was having a hard time seeing. She felt her body twitching and convulsing from the steadily increasing pain. Knowing that she didn't have the strength for another round, she banished the pulsating red ball and saw the Jakkaru's body relax and the pain lessen.
The moment the central phage was banished, the red rivers that came from the other five points evaporated, reappeared, and then evaporated again. With the symbiosis between the different phage sources broken, they were disappearing until the only ones that were left were the ones she didn't have time to removed, but it already seemed that her soul was beginning to recover slightly.
Now she felt the connection solidify, causing the actions of the people around her to slow to a near standstill. She knew it wasn't good for her to use the connection as often as she did. Her mother had repeatedly warned her of the outcome of speeding herself up as she does, but her embarrassment and the discomfort to others from using her horrible voice seemed to make the effects of it worthwhile. Would Shishi and Washi have accepted her so readily if she had actually spoken to them when they first met? Would she still be alone and nearly friendless? Would she even be alive if she had scared her Shishi away? Would he have bothered to come to her rescue at the orphanage?
She shook herself out of her thoughts, realizing that she was wasting precious time. With the last of her strength, she reached into the Jakkaru's mind and found her standing in a deep fog and staring blankly ahead. Kotone could feel that the girl was hiding a terrible secret. She could feel that the girl was desperately hiding some sort of shameful action from her family and friends. Unable to hide the disapproval in her voice, she called to the girl, leading her buried essence closer to the surface. Once she felt that the girl was out of danger, she narrowed her eyes in warning and sent the emotion to her that told her that there were people expecting answers from her when she awakes.
Kotone watched the girl drop into sleep before her own exhaustion overcame her, plunging the young half-witch into darkness.
Hours later, Kotone awoke with a start, momentarily disoriented until she recognized the room that she was in since the evening before. She awoke feeling more drained than she had been in a very long time. Not since she tried to save her own parents in much the same way that she tried to save her Shishi-sama and the Jakkaru.
Kotone knew that she needed a lot of time to recover. She had to gain back her strength quickly. She stared up at the blank, white ceiling and allowed her body to accelerate. She watched as the flickering of the flames from the candles mounted on the walls eerily slow to a sluggish dance around the wicks. More than once, she wished she could move while she was accelerated, but knew it was impossible, except to speak through her unmoving mouth in a very slow, drawn out voice to make herself understandable to those around her.
She wished she could stretch as she laid there, nearly paralyzed. She could feel her body growing ever so slightly as time passed her by. She knew it would take another twenty years or so to reach her full, matured frame, knowing that the Oni part of her caused her to mature much more slowly than true humans. She internally sighed, thinking about her dirty, little secret and wondering how long it would be before someone found out. Nobody outside of her immediate family knew, not hakubo Motoko, not anyone at the orphanage, nobody knew but her. Would Shishi understand if she told him?
She internally laughed at the thought. To him, she was a tiny, ten-year-old. She could never let him know that, by unnaturally aging herself, that she was really closer to sixteen, maybe even seventeen than she was to ten. She knew she appeared smaller than even a ten-year-old should look… Even without the horns, ears and tail, she'd still look like a deformed little freak… damn her Oni blood!
Her thoughts drifted back to earlier in the day. Not only had Shishi pledged to make her part of a family again, he also had referred to her as 'one beautiful little witch.' If he only knew what effect that those statements had had on her. She knew she wasn't anywhere near 'beautiful.' She had been called hideous all of her life by everyone who had seen her, so she knew better. Even Shishi had, for just an instant, cringed at the first true sight of her back in the orphanage, but was pleased that he recovered so quickly.
With an internal sigh, she pushed those unproductive thoughts from her head and decided to make use of her time practicing English. Going over syntax and pronunciation in her head wasn't very effective without someone correcting her, but she had to try. After all, she wasn't going back to Japan any time soon, and if she was going to live and go to school in the western world, she would have to prepare herself the best she could.
To her, over two days had passed, even though barely two hours had actually gone by to everyone around her. She took herself out of her self-induced 'trance' and climbed out of the bed. She briefly glared at the sleeping witch in the other bed before making her way to the door. Seeing that the occupants of the infirmary were asleep, she quickly and quietly scampered across the ward to the door and slipped out into the hall. With any amount of luck, she'd find a few mice or maybe a big, juicy rat on her way to Shishi's room. She was terribly hungry.
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A/N: Translations…
Ichiranseisouseiji = Identical Twins
Haiiroguma = Grizzly Bear
Kori = Foxes
Shimienjakkaru = Abyssinia Jackal