Kagome scrambled back, her shoulder smacking the wall as he took another step toward her. “W-why,” she stammered out, her voice faint with apprehension. “Why didn’t you kill me?” Her fear mounted as he continued to advance, her eyes darting frantically around for her weapons—to no avail. Not that they would do her much good

Inuyasha… Inuyasha, forgive me. Golden and still, his eyes stared back at her, his silver hair dark and wet with his blood. With shaking fingers Kagome brushed the soft fringe of his raven lashes, eased his fixed lids down over his empty eyes like window shades. Curling into his lingering warmth, she lay down with

Sesshoumaru’s glance was measured as he stepped briskly away from his youkai entourage and led her back down into the wooded valley below. Setting her jaw, the miko followed him at a distance, adrenaline crashing through her veins. His sheet of spun silver hair gleamed in the afternoon light, his long luxurious pelt shimmering from

Setting the low-burning lantern down on a rock near the shore, Kagome waded fully-clothed into the moonlit stream. Clear, cool water flowed gently past her, tugging at her thin gown and adhering it to her flesh. Lying back, she let herself drift along in the current, her long hair billowing out around her in a

“…Kagome-san?” The miko swallowed cautiously, her hand returning discreetly to her side as Kohaku lowered his katana. Her eyes fell to the gray gleaming edge of the blade, to the pale muscular arms that held it suspended. The thin blanket he’d been sleeping under now draped low on his waist, revealing the breadth of his

Kagome stood alone on the porch, watching after Kohaku long after he’d left. Leaning heavily against the outer wall of her home, she tried to bring her whirlwind of fears under control. The vial. The detection charm. Were Kohaku to encounter Sesshoumaru with it, he would know. And if he knew, if he knew… Kagome

Thunder boomed on high, a tepid breeze stirring the air around her. As lightning split the sky and the scent of ozone suffused her senses, Kagome curled down at the base of her husband’s grave and drew his red robe over her with a whimper. She had been wrong. There was nothing here for her,