Stomping over to her yellow backpack and hefting it up, Kagome turned on her heel and left Kaede’s hut with as much dignity as she could muster. As she pushed past the noren curtain, she met Jakken on the porch–still maintaining his loyal vigil. Leaning against the door frame, the imp hugged his nintoujou between

With effort, Kagome finally managed to roll Sesshoumaru off of her. Panting with exertion, she righted her clothes as much as she could and tried to gather her scattered wits together. She felt the need to take inventory of the situation. First off, Sesshoumaru was no longer in mortal danger. Looking over at him, Kagome

She must have nodded off for a moment. One minute, Kagome was calmly lying next to Sesshoumaru on her side–the next, she was sprawled beneath him, flat on her back, gazing up at him in dim surprise as he glared down at her with hooded amber eyes. His silver hair hung in ribbons around her,

He walked through the halls of his father’s house. Candles flickered, low and lambent in their holds, yellow light bending along walls that warped and trembled–undulating in time with the sound of two lovers’ commingled moans. His claws flexed, anger boiling within him as he advanced–slowly, as if through sand. She was here–that woman Izayoi.

After applying Sango’s salve and re-bandaging Kagome’s wound, Kaede left her to it, despite the younger miko’s reservations. “I trust ye can manage,” the old woman said brusquely as she took up her satchel and headed for the door. “I’ve a birthin’ to attend to.” “But, Baa-chan…” “Ye will be fine,” Kaede said with a

She and Sango parted ways, the kids and Ah-Un racing after the taijiya at the mere mention of dinner being made. Steeling herself, Kagome headed in the direction of Kaede’s hut. Entei glided along beside her, half-supporting her as her good arm leaned more and more heavily into his heated flank. She’d never felt so

As the sun began to set, the village came into view at last. Hugging Sesshoumaru a little tighter, Kagome hoped their appearance wouldn’t cause too much of an alarm–here in the youkai-terrorized past, the sight of several powerful, unknown demons hurtling toward them wasn’t exactly a welcome one for the people of Sengoku Jidai. Sure