Kagome stumbled back with a gasp. Before her, Sesshoumaru stood, the sword in his hand still locked with Toutousai’s hammer and glowing so bright it was almost gold. He stared down at Tessaiga’s true form, an expression of rare surprise showing on his normally stoic face. “Kagome-chan!” Shippou cried as he sprinted toward her, Sango

“Toutousai,” Sesshoumaru said. “I see you have answered my summons.” “Indeed I have,” the old smith returned, muttering dryly aside, “not that I had much choice in the matter.” Turning back to the daiyoukai, he pointed his long-handled hammer at him. “So, you’re in need of repairs, eh? I’ll not touch that infernal Tokijin, if

Kagome awoke at dawn, feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sometime in the night, the fire had gone out, but she and Shippou were still comfortably warm, snuggled against Entei’s toasty flank. Yawning, she sat up and stretched, Shippou doing the same, one tiny clawed fist rubbing across his eyes. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked Kagome groggily, tugging

As daylight waned, Kagome, Sesshoumaru and Entei struck out for the twilit village. Glancing sidelong at the impassive demon lord, she was glad to see that he was more or less back to his former intimidating self. Youkai genetics were truly a remarkable thing. As if to reinforce the notion, her injured limb gave an

It was late in the afternoon when he found the girl again. Perched atop a knoll outside the village, she gazed out at the snow-flecked horizon. Her breath rose in a fine mist before her, winter sunlight gilding the dark waving fall of her hair. Beside her in the dead grass, the horse youkai from

She retreated a step. “I…I’ll just be going now…”

Sesshoumaru stood, his stiff joints cracking at the motion. At once, the humans ceased their chatting, looking up at him in surprise as he strode past them to the door. “Wait,” the girl said, her voice pitched with anxiety, “where are you going?” “Out,” he replied flatly. “But it’s cold out,” she protested. “You should