Not long after dawn, Kirara arrived. Kagome was gloomily silent as she dragged herself up from where she lay sprawled among the roots. At the heavy, knowing glance the nekomata seemed to cast her way, the miko’s miseries compounded. …If cats could talk. To the forlorn young woman, it felt like the equivalent of a

With creeping slowness, dawn approached, tipping fingers of pinkish link over the horizon. Raw-eyed and despairing, Kagome picked herself up from the moss and wandered from the cave. She felt like the worst sort of fool. After all was said and done, she’d been duped by him just like all the rest. She didn’t delude

And this time, when Kagome unclasped her bra and slid it out from around and beneath her, it was only for practicality’s sake. She even mumbled as much to him, although with his habitual silence it was hard to tell whether he actually believed her. Either way, he didn’t seem to mind. As her chest

Of course, Kagome hadn’t forgotten about the glimpse she’d stolen of her supernatural massage therapist. That bright, eerie glint… She’d spent a good deal of time reflecting on it without success. By that point in the session, her recollections had become all too fuzzy. But it was a sudden gleam one evening that sparked her

It was a strange way to wake up, to say the least. First, there was the fact that it was still dark out. Blinking owlishly, Kagome craned up her neck from the fragrant softness beneath her and peered around, genuinely befuddled. Staring hard for a moment at the faintly sparkling walls, the shadowy, swaying outline

“H-hey!” Kagome said, stumbling forward a few steps. “It seems like you’ve got the wrong idea, here! I’m not looking for ‘the usual’—I really just have a few questions I’d like you to…” Her voice trailed off with an “Eep!” as he closed the distance between them yet again. The radiant heat of his presence

“Ah, that must be it,” Kagome muttered, as the stream and its makeshift bridge came into sight with the next bend in the road. The planks of lashed wood creaked as she stepped across them above the babbling current. Just ahead of her on the right was the tree that ‘resembled a pitchfork’. From the