Kagome stared. Sesshoumaru as well. Trembling like mad, Kanako continued to pad toward them from the doorway. Her normally braided hair streamed limp and free down her shoulders. Between this and her quivering lower lip, there was something decidedly suggestive about her approach, even before she began fumbling at the knot of her obi. Kagome’s

As Sesshoumaru stepped soundlessly across the threshold, Kagome scrambled up from the floor. She never thought she’d be relieved at the sight of her brother-in-law standing here in her house once again, but amidst the turbulence of emotions warring through her, there was an undeniable tendril of relief present there. It was a feeling that

At the bitterness in his voice, Kagome swallowed, wishing she could retreat further back into the wall. The heat of Kohaku’s body rushed over her as he pinned her in against him. Desperately, her eyes darted up to his. Her fingers seized at his wrists. “W-wait,” she said faintly, grasping at straws. “What about Rin-chan?