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?

On her way home, Kagome stopped at Inuyasha’s grave, but it was as cold a comfort to her now as it ever was. Her fingers numbed as she held them to the frigid stone. Her frozen breath veiled the characters of his name. At her side, Ikiryou whimpered, anxious. Stuffing the unlit incense back into

It wasn’t merely in Kagome’s head, this atmosphere of looming dread. Fell, icy winds blew in from the west, and under the spell of this cold malignancy, strange happenings were taking place all throughout Edo. Vicious fights broke out between blood relations. Longtime friends remembered past grudges and fell into silent stalemates of resentment.  Dreams

As Kagome put herself at last to bed, it felt more like putting herself out of her misery. Collapsing onto the futon, she let loose a muffled moan. Even as unconsciousness mercifully enveloped her, she knew that in a matter of hours she’d be stark awake with a pair of twin jackhammers pounding away on

Listless, Kagome watched as the hours slid by. Her muscles ached, those of her lower stomach most of all. She felt as though she’d been poisoned, which she supposed wasn’t too far from the mark. Returning from gods-knew-where with bits of bloody rabbit hide dangling from his muzzle, the wild dog paced around her whining