Wherever Sesshoumaru might have expected Kagome wished to go, it clearly wasn’t here. As they touched down in the grassy ruins of the village square, his features were edged in displeasure. Still, he’d done as she’d asked. Kagome ventured out from the ruined square, toward that dilapidated porch step she recognized so well. Startled grasshoppers

Even Sesshoumaru’s vast powers had their limits. Even Kagome’s stubborn will couldn’t change the course of time. Whatever cosmic magic controlled the Bone-Eater’s Well didn’t bend to the whims of human hearts, or the might of demons, however strong. The past might not be fixed, but theirs was. Kagome knew that as well as he

Kagome was glad Sesshoumaru had warned her to shut her eyes. The vertigo she experienced as they shot off through the sky was enough to make her head spin as it was. She felt eerily weightless, almost disembodied. It was a disorienting sensation to say the least. Even when her feet touched solid ground again,

Kagome didn’t know whether it was a blessing or a curse, this utter indifference that possessed her. After Sesshoumaru had left her, it had fallen over her like a spell. She felt somehow hollow and leaden at the same time. Dull and empty inside. There was a heaviness centered in her that had nothing to

At the clutch to his wrist, Sesshoumaru paused, glancing back. Kagome sat frozen. She gaped at him, unable to move, to speak. All she knew was that as terrible as it was for her to touch him, it was even more terrible not to feel him at all. But she couldn’t say this. She couldn’t

Kagome’s jumpy nerves calmed a little. Normally she would’ve been irked at Sesshoumaru being so brisk with her, but under the present circumstances, she was relieved. With an inward sigh, she laid out her hand.  The moment he took it, she realized what a terrible mistake she had made. Not because of how he was