Omoide no Mori
Forest of Memories
chapter fifteen:
*Qualms*
"Feh! Get outta my way!"
With a grunt, Inuyasha swung Tetsusaiga furiously at one of the koumori, who leapt away with enviable ease, a manic giggle escaping its throat. A second of the batlike creatures bared its yellow fangs at Inuyasha and let out a high-pitched screech, lunging at the hanyou with amazing speed, slashing wildly with its claws.
Inuyasha leapt away, but not before the razor-sharp claws of the bat demon connected with the shoulder of his cloak.
"Nani??" he gasped as the claws tore through the fabric as though it was any normal material.
He dropped to a crouch as he slid to a stop in the dirt, one palm flat on the ground as he gaped.
What was that? he wondered, frenzied. How is it that the Hinezumi cloak was penetrated?? How in the--?
He inhaled sharply as he reached up to touch where the cloak had been cut and a stab of pain shot through his arm.
He grimaced.
He'd been cut?
But...but that couldn't...!
He froze, his blood running cold.
That haori of yours cannot protect you when the moon hides from view, any more than that rusty old sword can...
Could it be that what the onineko had said was true?
He didn't have the time to analyze this right now...
He let out a rather unbeseeming yelp and threw himself backward as two more of the dark-skinned koumori sprang at him, their fangs glinting in the pale blue light of the stars. He leapt to his feet, sporting two or three more tears to his cloak and a third scratch on his cheek. Jumping back a meter or so, he angrily wiped the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand and chuckled, tensing his shoulders, ready for the next wave.
"Aren't you impressed?" the onineko asked, walking up behind the six koumori with her arms spread to her sides as though showing them off. "I chose koumori specially for this job," she explained, sounding extremely pleased with herself, "on account of their venomous claws." She smiled wickedly. "I'll bet you didn't know about that, did you, Hanbun? Very few people are aware of the fact that the koumori are actually poisonous. The venom of their claws can even penetrate the fur of the hinezumi."
She placed a finger on her chin.
"Seems I wouldn't have needed the help, after all, however," she said offhandedly, then grinned, "as it would appear any old blade would cut through the hinezumi with no demon powers..."
The cat girl laughed aloud, an ominous cackle that reminded Inuyasha of stories his mother had told him once, of witches who could steal the souls of sleeping children simply by giggling in their ears.
He suddenly wondered if this onineko had that on her attack repertoire, as well...
"But, 'tis lucky for you, Hanbun," she added after a moment, "that the poison of a koumori is toxic to youkai alone." She smiled. "Because you are but a hanyou, and you've lost your demon blood tonight, you've been spared a very slow and painful death."
She cracked her knuckles.
"You lucked out," she reiterated, and tapped the fan against her palm, "you get to die quickly."
Inuyasha had heard quite enough from her. He let out a furious growl as the koumori lunged for him again, and beat them back with Tetsusaiga's scabbard. He clutched at his shoulder where the claws of the first bat demon had grazed him, scowling as he felt the blood run down his arm.
Kagome was not going to be pleased with him when he came home all bloody.
Feh, she would probably start crying.
He rolled his eyes.
He hated it when she did that.
He made a mental note to clean up thoroughly before heading back to the village.
Inuyasha dodged quickly left as the bat demons swarmed at him again. He ducked low and kicked one of them hard in the shin, sending it staggering backward, yelping in pain.
"Onineko!" he shouted, swinging the Tetsusaiga again and grimacing as it cracked one of the koumori in the head.
It pitched limply to the ground, and then began to writhe on the forest floor, clutching at its temples.
The cat demon eyed him coolly as he spun and kicked another of the koumori away from him.
"I don't know who told you as much, but I didn't kill your father," he reiterated angrily.
He grunted and buried his fist in the stomach of another one of the bat demons, kicking it aside with a rather spiteful growl as it fell to the ground.
"I haven't killed any humans!" he shouted at the onineko.
She hesitated, a little startled by the severity in his voice.
She couldn't understand why he seemed so adamant that she listen to him. After all, she was going to kill him anyway, why didn't he just shut up and accept his fate?
Refusing to be moved by his tone, she thought of what she had been told, and stated simply, "Uso."
"Uso dewanee yo!" Inuyasha roared furiously.
Why wasn't he able to get through to her??
"I haven't done anything!"
He let out a startled cry when one of the koumori managed to catch him off-guard and raked its claws across his back, sending him sprawling in the dirt.
The neko closed one eye in a half-wince, and turned her face away.
I haven't done anything!
There had been such desperate urgency in his voice...
Could it be...?
Could it be that...?
Could she have been lied to?
Chau, chau! No way! Kurayami-sama would never have made up such a lie...
...would he...?
She glanced back at Inuyasha.
He was on all fours, his shoulders heaving as he struggled to breathe, his whole body afire with the pain of the gashes in his back. He grunted as he stabbed the sheath of the Tetsusaiga into the earth and used it as a crutch to stagger back to his feet.
"Well," he wheezed, glaring at her, "what are you just standing there for?"
"Still want more?" one of the bat demons snarled, and lunged for the hanyou again, its claws tearing into Inuyasha's vulnerable human flesh.
He gasped as he was slashed across the chest, and stumbled a few steps back.
Waitasecond...
This was just like the dream he'd had, he realized, glancing up. Lifting his eyes to the onineko, he scowled as he saw her glaring at him, her crystal blue eyes upon him in a leer, seemingly glowing from within.
Ki wo tsukete, kudasai...Hanyou Inuyasha...
Was this what he was being warned of?
But...why would it have been the onineko's voice warning him? Why, if she was the one who would be putting him in danger?
Why did nothing seem to make sense anymore??
Ki wo tsukete...
Just like the dream...
He grit his teeth.
"Time to wake up!"
With a furious howl, Inuyasha lunged forward, startling one of the koumori as he wrapped his fingers around its throat and slammed it backward into a tree, crushing its windpipe. It slid lifelessly to the ground, unconscious, wheezing as it barely continued to breathe. He whirled as there was an answering shriek from behind him, and snapped his left leg out to catch a second bat in the abdomen as it leapt at him. It spat out a mouthful of dark black blood and didn't even have a chance to regroup before Inuyasha buried his elbow in its face, sending it flying backward with a yelp of pain.
The onineko's eyebrows shot up.
Impressive...she thought. He still has this much energy in him?
Impressive, perhaps, but rather futile, it seemed. Inuyasha had lost far too much blood already to continue at that pace. He barely had the stamina to remain upright after sending a third koumori flying back away from him with a powerful uppercut.
The hanyou pitched to one knee, gasping for breath.
"Done already?"
Inuyasha spun back over his shoulder in time to see one of the three other bats dash up behind him. He let out an agonized cry as the smaller youkai landed a hard kick to the small of his back, sending the wounded hanyou flying forward at such velocity that he tumbled end over end twice before coming to rest on his stomach, clutching his bloodsoaked torso with one hand and the ragged handle of the Tetsusaiga with the other.
He closed one eye in a reluctant grimace, and grit his teeth.
The onineko sighed.
It seemed that was it... There was no way he was getting up again. Not after a hit like that. Not after having lost so much blood. No way he could go on now, after...
...wait... What was this...?
"O...Ore ja nee," he rasped, and the onineko's jaw slacked slightly as Inuyasha staggered to his feet again.
How?? she fumed silently. How can it be that he still has the strength to stand? He should be dead by now!
"I...I don't know...how to make you believe me," Inuyasha said coldly, running the back of his wrist over his mouth to wipe the blood away from his lips, "but I did not kill your father."
The cat demon stood, rooted to the ground, unable to move.
What in the world was this?
What, exactly, was Inuyasha, in the first place??
Surely this was no normal hanyou...
The onineko figured anyone else would have been long dead...and yet Inuyasha was still standing?
Still speaking?
He still had his wits about him enough to proceed with the fight?
Or was it simply the fact that he had always been a stubborn idiot, and just didn't know when to quit?
She honestly couldn't be sure, but was relatively confident it was the latter...
"I was not lied to," she told him icily. "If my lord tells me you were my father's murderer, then you indeed must have been."
Inuyasha's eyes flashed, purple flames amidst his bloodstained features.
"Your lord was mistaken, Cat!" he screamed. "I haven't got time to argue with you, I came for the Shikon shard, and I'm going to leave with it in my hands. Stop your preaching and give me the damned thing to we can end this idiotic fight!"
"Strong words, Hanbun," she purred, and stepped forward lightly, "but...it can't end that way. You surely haven't got the strength to take me on now... I'll have sent you to your maker faster than your thin human blood flows from those wounds. "
"I can't afford to die here," he told her stonily, cracking his knuckles. "I made a promise to return. There are people waiting for me."
The onineko narrowed her eyes.
"Too bad they're going to be disappointed."
She snapped her fingers.
The remaining three koumori dove forward in an instant, the injured trio taking a moment longer to regain their bearings.
Inuyasha drew back his lips in a snarl and let out a terrifying war cry as he charged them, Tetsusaiga drawn.
He slashed wildly at them, his anger and pain blinding his senses, obscuring his vision, numbing his mind. With a cry, he was pushed back, sporting several more gashes to his chest.
The cat demon turned her face away, folding her ears back at the sound of Inuyasha's angered cries of frustration at his own human weakness.
And then suddenly, she froze.
Something felt different.
Something felt very different from before...
Something felt...wrong.
What was this?
The onineko paused, tuning out the sounds of the battle around her.
She felt strangely uneasy; unusually apprehensive. Not that she was normally a reckless or insubordinate person when it came to missions such as these...she had always been able to meticulously carry out a battle plan down to the smallest of detail with no trouble...but there was usually an euphoric feeling of victory that would wash over her about this time...a sort of sense that there was no way she could lose at this point.
She glanced back over her shoulder as Inuyasha was again thrown to the ground, a splatter of blood staining the forest floor where he landed.
What was different? Surely there was no way Inuyasha could win this...he was dying before her eyes, she could see that...
So why did she feel so...
...so...
...
So...unclean?
There was a feeling of filth all around her, as though she had not bathed in days...but not a physical feeling of dirtiness, more like her insides had been tainted. She felt sick, nauseous, utterly disgusted at the mere thought of what was going on right now behind her.
She felt as though her soul had been dragged through the mud.
She didn't even feel angry anymore...it was like her rage had melted away to leave only this residual vile taste upon her spirit in its wake.
What the hell was this?
She looked behind her again in time to see the six koumori descend upon Inuyasha like hyenas over a kill. She grimaced and covered her pointed ears with her hands as she heard him yelp in anger as the bats tore at his flesh...and then the anger turned to anguish.
She turned away again.
Why did her chest suddenly hurt? Why did her heart suddenly feel like it might be ripped apart?
What the hell was happening to her??
"Mou ii..." she whispered, feeling her knees grow weak. "Mou ii..."
His pained cries grew louder in her ears.
Dokidoki...dokidoki...
Was that her heart? Was that really her heart beating so fast?
So loud?
Could the clamorous thunder in her ears truly have been the beating of her own heart within her breast?
It sounded so very close...as though it was jerking away its rhythmic beat right in her throat.
Dokidoki...dokidoki...
It grew louder and louder, until she couldn't hear anything else but the agony in the hanyou's voice and her own terrified heartbeat.
Mou ii...
He screamed again as the poisoned claws of the koumori raked across his body.
The onineko's eyes blazed blue-white.
That was enough!!
"Yamero!" she roared, fisting her hands at her sides, clenching them so tightly that her nails drew blood from her palms. "Yamero!!"
The pack of bat demons froze over Inuyasha's battered form, and turned to look at the onineko, their expressions startled at her sudden outburst.
"Ne...Neko-sama?" one of them asked timidly, wiping one bloodstained claw on his loincloth.
"Stop it, now, all of you..."
The cat demon's voice was a low, furious sound, a deep and unearthly growl in the back of her throat.
Inuyasha slowly lifted his head, his vision swimming before him.
He'd lost too much blood...he couldn't see straight, but he heard the cat demon's voice.
There was such frigid rage in her tone that he felt an involuntary shudder creep up his spine. He reached feebly for Tetsusaiga, glancing at the onineko warily.
What was she up to?
"Kisamara," she hissed, flexing her claws, "don't you dare touch him again..."
One of the koumori leered at her with a snicker, as if to ask, 'or what?', and landed a hard kick to the hanyou's ribs.
"Akan!"
The neko youkai gasped as Inuyasha let out a rather undignified yip of pain and curled up in a ball on the forest floor, clutching his ribs, which he was sure were now broken in several places.
Her eyes flashed again.
"You were warned..." she growled menacingly, cracking her knuckles and whipping her head to one side, the joints in her neck making a sickening popping noise.
"What's with the sudden change of heart?" the largest of the koumori questioned dubiously, one luminescent eye flickering in the darkness. Then he chuckled darkly. "Or is it that you wish to finish him off yourself?"
"That's none of your concern," she snapped, baring her fangs. "You'll have no part in harming him any further." Her eyes flashed. "Begone, you lot," she ordered with a wave of her hand. "Leave the hanyou be... For him to live or to die is not for you to witness from here."
"Neko-sama," one of the smaller bat demons piped up, "we know his weakness now. Even if you stop us tonight, even if you should let him live now"--the youkai laughed cruelly--"all we need do is wait for the next First Night to--"
"Urusai!" she cried, her fangs flashing in the starlight as she lunged forward. "You won't live to see it!"
She twisted her fan between her fingers, running her claws over the blue sphere attached to the handle, and thrust the blade through the torso of one of the smaller koumori, diving easily into a handspring. She twirled in midair and landed lightly on the balls of her feet, dropping to a crouch as the bat demon let out a dying shriek and vanished into the night in a cloud of blue-black mist.
The neko bared her teeth at the other koumori, licking the black blood from the blade of the fan as she snapped it closed. She flexed her claws.
"Who's next...?" she asked with an unearthly hiss. "You know too much now... You shan't use this information, nor shall you speak it to anyone who may..."
Inuyasha gaped as the onineko sprang again, quicker than lightning, and tore through the bodies of the other bat youkai like paper, their screams of terror echoing through the night like the dying wails of a banshee as the blade of her fan sliced through their bodies.
One, two, three...
Her claws were splashed with their crimson-black blood as she dove at them in fury, the nauseating metallic stench of blood wafting through the air like a fog as the forest floor turned from a dusty brown to deep scarlet.
Four, five...
They were nothing to her, nothing...barely worth the trouble of their own deaths. She landed lightly on the ground, the leaves crackling beneath her feet as she lashed her tail and wrung her hands of their blood.
A thin smile crept across her lips.
"And then...there were none..."
She clenched her fists and chortled in a rather triumphant manner, then glanced down at her hands.
There was blood beneath her claws.
Wait...what's this...? she wondered suddenly, a peculiar feeling creeping over her as she watched the blood of the koumori drip slowly from the fan blade. What is this strange feeling I have...?
There was a knot in the pit of her stomach, a thickness in the back of her throat, a crushing sensation around her chest. She stared at her hands and felt her knees go weak again. She sank to the forest floor, the dark blood on the ground staining her knees.
What in the world was this?
The pungent smell of the bat blood was a thick mist in the clearing of the forest, and she stared down at the deep magenta-stained earth beneath her. She swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat wouldn't budge.
What was happening to her?
It was...a feeling she couldn't quite pinpoint...a feeling as if she was waiting for something that was going to hurt terribly, but that she couldn't avoid, no matter how she tried. Something she knew she couldn't get away from.
She couldn't breathe...she tried, sucking in great gasping breaths, but none of the oxygen seemed able to reach her lungs. She could hear her heart beating so hard, so fast, so intensely that she was certain it was going to smash her ribs from the inside.
She ran her hands, slick with sweat, through her shaggy hair and sucked in another ragged breath that gave her lungs no relief.
She wanted to run...she wanted nothing more than to just break into a full gallop and get the hell away from there, but she somehow knew it would do her no good...
This fear...this terrible fear would not let her run from it.
What am I afraid of??
She gave a start when she realized that wasn't it...
It was fear...but not a fear of any one thing... It was a fear of everything and nothing all at once, as if each molecule of the air around her might strike her at any time.
It was the fear of absolutely nothing...the worst kind of fear imaginable...
She gasped.
Guilt?
Was it...?
Could it be--?
Iya, chau, chau! she scolded herself.
Why should she care? Koumori were just worthless, idiotic foot soldiers, what should it matter if a few died? After all, things of this nature had never bothered her befo--
She balked.
No...wait...
It was true...things like this had never bothered her before...but, then again...she'd never actually taken a life before. She had never slain someone with her own hands before!
Demo--demo--!
Surely...surely, if she hadn't killed them, then they would have killed--
"Inuyasha," she whispered, and turned her head back over her shoulder.
She gasped in awe and horror as he struggled back to his feet .
She couldn't believe all the blood! She could hardly tell what was his cloak and what was blood...everything was so red...so red...
His ebony hair fluttered as a cold breeze shivered past them, and he grimaced as he tried to take a step forward, curling one arm around his throbbing ribs.
The Hinezumi cloak was all but shredded, his gi completely saturated with blood. She noted absently, however, that the only marks to his face were the few slender cuts she had given him with the Fuujin, and one or two abrasions from the bats.
"Doushita?" he asked coldly. "What's wrong, Onineko? Why are you on your knees?"
He paused a moment, staring at her.
He recognized the posture, the trembling fingers, the heaving shoulders and ragged breathing. Any idiot could tell the stature of someone who had never bloodied their hands before.
He chuckled.
"You've never killed before," he snorted, "have you?"
She leapt to her feet and grabbed his collar with speed she didn't realize she still had.
"Perhaps I should have taken a lesson or two from you first, you bastard," she hissed, and shoved him roughly backward.
He stumbled, off-balance, dizzy from the blood loss and unsteady from the fight. He fell backward with a pained yelp as his ribs screamed from within his body, protesting miserably as they were jarred again. His hold on the handle of Tetsusaiga failed him as he sprawled backward in the forest floor, unsure of whether the blood pooled around him was his own or that of the bat demons.
The onineko pounced on him in an instant, on her knees, straddling his abdomen, her claws pressed against his chest to keep him pinned to the ground. She spun the fan in her other hand--snap, snap!--and grinned maliciously as the familiar old feeling of triumph swept through her senses.
"Any last words?" she growled, and drew back the arm with the bladed fan poised to relieve him of his head. "Don't worry...'twill be fast...it won't hurt much...you won't even feel it."
She gave him a wicked smile and the blade gleamed in the starlight.
"Time to die, Hanbun..."
~ * ~
The air was chilly, but not uncomfortably so. A brisk breeze hurried past, as though it was in a great hurry to get to wherever it was the wind went, carrying a thousand sakura petals upon its innumerable fingers.
Miroku walked slowly down the well-trodden path that led out of the village.
He knew this path, the trail was no stranger to him, and the scraping sound of his sandals over the sandy road was somehow reassuring and comforting to him, a sort of familiar touchstone, an auditory link to a time he had forgotten. He moved at a leisurely pace, but walked with purpose, though he could honestly say he wasn't quite sure where he was headed.
"Osorehen, samui yoru mo..."
He lifted his head and smiled into the wind as he heard a soft female voice lilting across the fields. It danced upon the afternoon zephyrs, light and playful as the fluffy dandelion seeds that spun like tiny ballerinas on the breeze.
He picked up his pace a little.
"Hikikaesehen..."
Cresting a hill, he cast his dark eyes out over the field that stretched out before him.
The patch of land was unruly and unkempt, as wild and untamed as the forest itself, overgrown with patches of weeds that twisted and curled over and around themselves, weaving a rather indecipherable web of flora across the flat terrain. Beyond the hill and field were a pair of ridges that stood tall on either side of a swift river that sliced through the earth, a deadly blue ribbon that had been known to wrap its endless coils around any unsuspecting creature that ventured too close.
Miroku squinted a little to peer at the small rope bridge that linked the two ridges, and could faintly make out a figure on the bridge, standing in the center, directly over the river below.
Her white yukata ruffled in the wind as she twirled where she stood on the bridge.
He suddenly became aware of where he was supposed to be headed.
As Miroku began to jog down the hill toward the bridge, a shadow seemed to fall across the land. He glanced up and saw that the sky had grown strangely dark, the heavens awrithe with charcoal clouds that appeared to have come from nowhere the moment he had stepped down from the crest of the hill above the field.
Odd, he thought as the cool breeze picked up, carrying more dark clouds from the East. But then, he supposed that nature had never been known to conform to any particular schedule. He just hoped the rain would hold off until he could make it back to the village.
He suddenly wished he hadn't thought that.
As if on cue, a single cold raindrop landed on his head.
Shoot.
He started to run as the rain fell harder, and the sakura blossoms that had capered on the wind plunged to the earth all around him, as though the raindrops had shot them down. He ran faster, the rain and the flower petals mixing into a motley downpour as he sprinted for the bridge.
The rain fell so hard now that it created a hissing sound as it slapped against the earth...a sound Miroku was usually eager to listen to. He had spent many an evening sitting on the steps of Mushin's temple staring out at the rainswept earth, just listening as the heavens wept down upon the ground...
But somehow, this rain...this familiar sound that should have been soothing to his ears was far too eerie...far too suggestive of too many other sounds--dry skeletal fingers scraping across the soil, or small bony feet tiptoeing across ice--to be comforting to him now.
The girl on the bridge continued to twirl and spin where she stood, seeming not to notice the icy rain that now plunged from the sky with abandon.
Then, as the priest watched in horror, one of the ropes tethering the bridge to the earth began to fray at an alarming rate. It looked like someone was whittling away at the rope with a dull knife, like some invisible animal was eating the fibers.
No...!
Somehow, Miroku already knew exactly what was going to happen, and knew that there was no way he could stop it...
...but damn if he wasn't going to try.
He ran as fast as he could, his heart beating frighteningly loud in his ears, his chest burning as his feet pounded the dampened soil of the path beneath him. The bridge seemed so ridiculously far away...the more he ran toward it, the farther it seemed to dance into the distance.
Like the end of some phantasmal rainbow, the bridge seemed to move away from him just as fast as he was sprinting toward it.
No!
The first rope snapped, and the flimsy old bridge shuddered and twisted in the air above the river, the ancient wooden planks splintering as they were wrung like a huge cloth between the rapidly fraying ropes, the bridge pitching sideways. The second rope snapped only seconds thereafter, the wreckage kicking up such a plume of dust above the water that Miroku suddenly lost sight of where the ridge ended and the open air began.
"No!" the houshi shouted, half believing that if he cried out loudly enough, the bridge might hear him and obey his scream, coming back together the way it was supposed to be.
He slid to a halt as the edge of the cliff, the toes of his sandals precarious centimeters from the ledge, his feet now coated in mud from the wet road. He raised one hand to his eyes, as though he could shade away the dust obscuring the air.
He couldn't see a thing.
Suddenly feeling weak, he dropped to his knees in the wet grass at the edge of the cliff as the rain poured down over him, falling into the cloud of debris from the broken bridge but doing nothing to dissipate the dust.
"Nemurenu yoru ni..."
He lifted his head.
"Ame ni odorou..."
As he watched in amazement, a single silver feather fluttered down from the cloud, twisting and turning amongst the raindrops and sakura petals that still fell from the sky. He held up one palm, and the feather landed lightly in his rainsoaked hand.
He stared at it a moment, his fingers quivering.
And then a cry ripped from his throat as he clenched his fingers around the feather, throwing his head back to let the frigid rain fall like tears upon his face. A deliriously incoherent and tortured sound like the cry of a lost child burned in his voice as his shoulders slumped and the feather dropped from his grasp into the drenched grass all around him.
"Satsuki!!!"
* * *
Though the storms of black night rage on
I still see your face...
And though my heart feels all alone without you
I still hear you sing to me
I still hear your voice on the sea...
~Vertical Horizon
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Author Notes:
And the bishounen torture continues. ^.^ Can I squeeze them now? By the way, thanks to everybody who was concerned about my getting laid off from my job... I now have a new job to make my life miserable...ya~a~ay... -_- ::sigh:: I work for Costco now. Joy. Oh well, it's money. I miss my airport. But thanks again for your concerns. Don't worry, I still plan to keep updating on a quasi-regular basis. ^_^ Whenever I can, that is.
*Glossary of Terms*
I am assuming we all know the Inuyasha basics, like youkai, hanyou, Shikon no Tama, etcetera, so those will not be translated here. Also, I'm only gonna put translations once, so as the story goes on, the glossary will dwindle. I'm hoping your memories will serve you, because otherwise the glossary will be absolutely enormous! Some chapters probably won't even need one, so I hope you guys can keep track of words already translated. Let me know if it gets too tough.
chau chau : Can't recall if I've done this one...it's Kansai-ben for "no" or "that's wrong". I believe it's sort of like a slur for "chigau", which is Tokyo Japanese for the same thing. Now quite sure why it's usually said twice, but I think that's kinda cute, ne?
"Ore ja nee" : In Tokyo Japanese this would be pronounced "Ore ja nai," but in both cases, it means "it wasn't me." Ore is a strictly masculine word for "I" or "me".
Mou ii : "That's enough", in this context. It can also mean "It's all right". To break the sentence down, you'll see why it has both meanings... "Mou" basically means "Already", and "ii" means "good", "sufficiant", or "right". So it can technically mean both things, depending on the situation.
Houriki: Buddhist spiritual powers. Go Houshi-sama! ::squeeeeze:: ^_^
dokidoki: This never used to actually be a word, per se... Anyone who reads raw manga, however, would probably recognize the katakana characters used as a sound effect for a dramatixc heartbeat. The pronunciation of these characters is doki, and it it usually repeated. The onomatopoeia has been adapted into the language and is now used as an adjective. For example, the title of one of the opening songs for Detective Conan (another faboo series!! ^_^ Can I squeeze Kenichi?? He's so bishounen!) is "Mune ga dokidoki", which means "My heart is all excited", more or less. Isn't that neat? ^_~
Yamero: Forgotten....have I done this one? Command conjugation of Yameru, meaning "to stop". "Stop it!!"
kisamara: Kisama is a very vulgar term for "you". Sort of like saying "you asshole". Kisama is singular, the -ra on the end makes it plural.
As for the song lyrics, those you won't be given until later. ^o^ Who~o~ohohoho! It'll be more of a surprise that way. ^_^ How are we doing, gag? Following all right?
~~hikari